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Kyle and I have gotten together regularly for several years. We have lots of mutual likes and have learned what works for each of us. We both like to party and are really into lots of ass work: Rimming, fingering, toys, fists, whatever we can think to safely shove up each other’s holes is fair game. Kyle is 54, about 5’8”, a little chunky. He’s got short brown hair, green eyes, a nice beard, and a hairy body. His cock is about 7.5” with nice low hangers. I’m 53, 6’, and also a little chunky. My hair is blond, my eyes are blue, and I have a hairy body with a nice cock and shaved balls. When we get together, we also get into some gear play. We both have a good collection of jockstraps, harnesses, and some other fun clothing. Kyle has a well-equipped playroom at his house with a sling, couch, bed, massive tv, and a fuck machine. There’s a bathroom and a small kitchenette attached too. One great thing is that the floor is tile with a drain in the center, so cleanup after a session is easy. Kyle invited me over and told me to plan to be there all weekend. We often play over the course of a few days, so this was normal. I don’t need to pack much since we’ll be naked most of the time, but I always throw in a few things to help the party along. This means that I bring some product, toys, poppers, and some gear. This time, I also threw in a long and thick stainless-steel chain. I got to his place around 6:30 on Friday. His playroom is in the basement with an entrance from the outside, so we don’t have to go through the house for anything. I walked in and saw that Kyle had the fuck machine set up at the foot of the sling. He wasn’t using it yet, but he was sitting on the couch, flipping through some porn. Kyle was wearing an orange jockstrap that looked great with his hairy body. His furry ass was well framed by the straps. He also had on an orange harness and some leather armbands. He looked hot in all the gear. I stripped down to my red jockstrap and black leather harness. Kyle had a pipe ready for us. We melted the crystals and took turns blowing clouds. Both of us are ass focused by nature, but the T makes us complete ass pigs. It wasn’t long until we were making out and fondling each other. Kyle said that he had a few emails that he needed to reply to, but he wanted me to get in the sling and have the fuck machine work over my hole. He already had a good-sized dildo attached to the machine, and it only took a few adjustments to get it working into my ass. He took the remote back to the couch and picked up his phone to take care of his emails. The toy was well lubed, and Kyle had rubbed some more lube around my ass before starting it up, so I was getting a nice ride. I’d look over at him, dressed in his gear, fondling his cock and sometimes his hole while he was working on his phone. He was also varying the speed and depth of the machine, giving me a variety of sensations as it filled my ass. I figured that he was talking with someone about joining us. We often invite another guy or two over to play with us and have had some great times. Kyle put down his phone and stopped the machine. He moved it out of the way, leaving my ass empty and needy. Luckily, he knew what I needed. Kyle lubed up his hands and began opening my hole for his hands. He started with a few fingers from each hand, which went in easily, thanks to the toy on the machine. He used his fingers to open my hole in different directions, stretching it out for bigger things. Kyle looked up at me and raised his eyebrows. This was his way of asking if I was ready for more, and I nodded. He started to push on my hole with his hand, and I moved down a bit on the sling to get his big, hairy knuckles past the entrance to my ass. His hand slid past the wrist, and he let it rest there momentarily. Next, he started some exploration of my ass. He moved his hand around inside me, seeking out the passages that he knows so well. Kyle knows how to go deep into my ass, but he was just probing around near the entrance now. The intent was to give me a nice stretch, so he pulled back to let his knuckles work the muscles of my hole. He was twisting and flexing his hand while he expanded my hole to accommodate more and bigger things. I was loving it. I took a couple huffs on the brown bottle next to me. Once the poppers hit, Kyle really went to work on stretching me open. He used his knuckles but then also added some fingers from his other hand. He knows that I open up more when I’m poppered up, so he was going to use that time to really get me open. Kyle worked my hole to open it more and then went in for some depth. Just as I groaned when he hit my second hole, I heard the door open. “Hey, Jim,” said Kyle. I looked over and saw Jim. He looked to be around our age, tall, and with a nice body. He had dark hair, and brown eyes and was clean-shaven. Jim replied, “Hey, I guess this is our bottom for the night, huh?”. Kyle nodded, and I smiled at that. Jim stripped down, showing off a nice smooth body and a cock that looked pretty big. He walked over to the sling and stuck his cock in my mouth. Kyle was back to working my hole, and I now had Jim’s dick getting hard in my mouth. Kyle told Jim where the pipe and torch were, and Jim picked them up and blew a few clouds. He leaned down and shared some with me, too. His cock had grown to a nice size in my mouth, and I told him that I wanted him in my ass. Kyle pulled out, and Jim shoved his cock in me. He had a thick dick that felt good inside me. He said, “I need to blow my load quick.” That was fine by me. He fucked me for a while, getting his dick deep into my ass, and then said, “Here it comes,” before burying his cock in my ass. I could feel the spasms as he dumped his load in me. He churned it up a little before pulling out and then shoving his fingers in my hole. He played around the entrance and then lubed up both hands and worked his left hand deep into my ass. “I can feel my cum”, he said as he twisted and turned his hand inside me. Jim played at that depth for a while, enjoying the sensation of mixing the lube with his load. It felt great for me, too, so I had no objections. Then, he slowly extracted his left hand and switched to his right. This was a bigger stretch and he let me relax into the upgraded size before starting some in and out motions. While he was inside me, he asked Kyle to shotgun a hit to him. When Kyle did that, Jim said, “He’s next,” pointing his chin in my direction. I sent Kyle back to Jim, and then Jim sent him back to me. We were all getting more spun, but Kyle was taking the biggest hit here. I suggested that Kyle get his ass worked over since I knew he’d be really spun. They helped me out of the sling, and we got Kyle in it. Jim was ready to fist him, so I shoved my cock towards Kyle’s face, and he sucked it in as Jim entered his ass.
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Does fisting abosolutly cause prolapse or no? What's it like to have a prolapse? I've seen prolapses go back in in porn, how does this work?
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I'm curious about fisting. How does it feel? How often can someone get fisted? And what's the difference between standard fisting and punch fisting? Does it hurt? Any comments and details are appreciated
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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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ffoz, seeking versatile/Tops guy/s into long slow fisting sessions. Also, have huge toys....anything goes. I have wings & can fly.
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Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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Baby steps here but after surviving Locktober in my chastity cage and having to stretch my hole daily as a challenge to myself, I found myself not wanting to be uncaged. It basically turned me on too much just being fucked, used as a cumdump and trying to anal orgasm from big toys. So this week I've challenged myself to survive both caged and plugged for the full week until next Monday using a new harness that just arrived. Does anyone wanna offer me any encouragement here on this thread? The only times I'm allowed to have my cunt unstuffed is when I'm reapplying lube, using the toilet, or being fucked or stretching my hole with toys. I think it might be a struggle but I want to feel how pathetic and ruined my hole gets by the end and how empty I feel when I try to sleep without it inside me.
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Stretching Derrick
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
West Michigan—January, 2023 I have known Derrick for around 20 years. I can’t say that about too many of my sex partners. I think we met at a sex party. (Surprise!) This was long before Jacob was in his life. We played there. We played at his house a few times…and drifted apart for a bit. It was Derrick who reached out to me once he was partnered. Jacob loved assplay and was wanting to explore fisting and Derrick’s hands were too big. Could I help—with my smaller, flexible hands? I could. And did. And one of the most satisfying relationships of my sex life was born. It was hardly surprising that we got off track with covid. But we have started up our Sunday afternoons again, about once a month. And we picked up like we had never paused… All this is to say I was surprised to hear from Derrick in the middle of the month as I was pretty sure Jacob was away with work. Indeed, he was out of the country and had told Derrick to reach out to me for some play if he got randy. Would I be interested? I tossed a couple of toys in my bag and was out the door… There has been a little small talk, but now we are stripped and sitting on the couch in the study. A new slide show of kinky men, doing things to each other (or to own their overstretched holes) flashes on the big screen television. “I really want to work some more on deep throating you. I’ve been practicing.” I nod. “Sure…” Derrick grins and leans down. I turn slightly to give him a better angle. My cock is taken into his mouth. He lingers on just the leaking head for a long time. Then he begins inching down my thick shaft. He gets to all but the final half inch. This from the man who used to choke on me at the halfway point. Derrick comes up for air. I stand up in front of him. “This will be easier.” My cock is at eye level for him. He leans forward and gets over half of me in the first gulp. I let out a little moan of encouragement. Derrick moves and suddenly his nose is in my pubes. He holds for a moment and pulls off me, gasping. “Hot…” he mutters. “Do it again.” It is easier now. He relaxes and takes me to the root. This time, when he pulls up, he keeps me in his mouth and his tongue makes my drooling piss slit very happy. Then, after a breath, he deep throats me again. My hands instinctively hold his head in place. I let go and he comes off me, panting, his cock now rock hard. I go to my knees and suck him for a long moment. It’s his turn to hold me in place. He fucks my face a little, bucking up into me, before he lets go. I stand back up and feed him my cock one more time. This time I make him choke. The sound turns us both on. “I used to fuck your face on the guest room bed. Should we?” We go down to the guest room on the lower level. It takes a moment to shift some boxes, filled with Christmas decorations, from the bed to the floor. Derrick lays down, his head hanging over the edge. He is at a great height for me to staddle his head and lower my cock down his throat. I start with just half my length. I do a slow in and out, before building to a more rapid pistoning of his throat. I pull out. “Lick my balls.” I lower them into his mouth with a deep knee bend. His tongue gets busy as I stroke my wet cock. I stand up and put my cock back into his mouth. I go a little deeper this time. His eyes water, but he takes it. Proudly. When I pull out, he is gasping for air, but self-satisfied. Once he’s caught his breath, I pump his mouth once more. On only one stroke do I give him more than three quarters of my cock. He gags a little and I pull back. Derrick motions with his hand he needs to get up. I pull out. This time we are both panting—and we agree to head to the playroom… * Derrick is in the sling. I am on my knees, my tongue working his ass crack and hole. I spit and leave copious amounts of spittle behind, all while greasing up my cock. I stand for the first fuck of this session. I slide in easily—and to the hilt. My pubes, once in his nose, now grind against his hairless ass. Derrick groans and closes his eyes. I see him relax and I begin to fuck. Slow and easy. As I can never access their toys easily, so today I have traveled with two of mine. While still fucking, I grab the egg-headed dildo and grease it up, holding it where Derrick can see it being coated with lube. I pull out. The toy twists into him. He grunts as the head of it, bigger than my own flared cockhead, opens him wider. The thin shaft goes deep into his butt. I push it down and my cock slides back into him, gliding over the ridges of the toy. Now I fuck him, keeping the toy in place. “I feel so full…” I nod and keep going. I pull out and go in again, now so the toy is on top of me. It’s a totally different feeling, still full, but the stretch feels tighter. The toy comes out and my cock goes in alone. I add a few fingers, too, my left hand gliding over my slick shaft. I go from two fingers, to three and finally four before the hand leaves—and I just fuck him. Hard and fast—leaving us both breathless. I change the pace with the speculum. I want to stretch his hole some more before my hand goes in. “It’s been forever since you used this on me.” “Feeling good?” “Yeah. Nice and slow…” And that is just how I am stretching him, turning the winged screw, opening his hole fractions at a time. Soon the opening is large enough to add my cock. I fuck him, the metal on either side of my hard flesh. Once it is cranked shut and gone, I work my left hand into him. And then the right, but the left feels the best. I add my cock as well, letting my shaft fuck between my greasy finger deep inside him. Over and over. I pull my cock out so once again it can slide down my fore arm and work it’s way in on top of my wrist. Derrick is lost in sensation. He groans and only occasionally focuses on the action in his ass in the mirror above the sling. Now it’s just my dick inside him. I fuck him hard, but I am nowhere near shooting, I settle down for a long fist session… * Derrick takes a break. I hop into the sling for him to eat my ass. He burrows in, rather noisily, as I jerk my cock. But finally, food sounds more fun. Derrick’s hole is sated—and food sounds better to me than working forever on an orgasm. We go out to dine…both feeling that glow of good sex… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Stretching Derrick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 28, 2023 -
Lord knows that I love dildo play and fisting, in fact, those things are 90% of my sexual life. So I could use some advice from more experienced players. Try as we do, my lover and I cannot get a dildo, a colon snake or a hand past the sigmoid bend in my descending colon. Apparently it bends at an angle that is hard to pass an object through, as every time we try it results in intense pain. Can any of you share your personal stories about overcoming the sigmoid bend and achieving a deeper insertion? I look forward to hearing from the intelligent ones of you who understand male anatomy and who have conquered your descending colons. Thank you.
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Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
West Michigan—November, 2022 Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January. I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc. It took us until November to see each other once more. I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November… We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows. Soon enough we strip down and head to the study. The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks. Derrick is naked, too. We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me. Jacob enters a few moments later. He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass. He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard. Soon enough I slip to the floor. I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear. His hairy cleft is now in front of me. I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker. He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth. “Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick. “He’s missed your dick.” I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it. I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole. He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him. I give him a moment to adjust. When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting. And I do. Slow and long. Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy. I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good. I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass. I stop. Only because I am on my knees. I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine. I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick. This is faster than usual. Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling. Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side. Jacob hops it the sling. Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position. I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out. I stand and fuck. Again, slow and almost all the way out. I lock eyes with Jacob. We see the lust in each other’s gaze. “Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick. I glance over at him. He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered. I speed up. I fuck and fuck. My hands are now greased. I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way. “I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions. It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up. Jacob can take big toys now. My left had slips into him easily. “You want me to add my dick?” As if I didn’t know the answer. He nods, panting. I pull my hand out slightly. My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move. I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him. He groans and touches himself. Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains. I pull out. My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock. I clean up his precum leakage. Now I do the right. It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand. I try to add my cock. It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly. I go back to fucking. As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys. Nothing is normal size. I discard the idea of a DP. When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves. I increase the speed. This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob. He takes it. And loves it. And he wants a breather. We get him out of the sling. Derrick gets in. “Go easy. You were the last person in me last January.” My tongue enters Derrick. I really work on relaxing his hole. My cock goes in easily. I watch his face for any pain. It’s all pleasure. I fuck him. Slowly. Deliberately. I can see it in his eyes when he wants more. And more. I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time. I switch to my hands. It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in. I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in. Jacob is standing by our side, watching me. He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there? Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand. I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers. I now work on getting my right hand in. I succeed once I add more lube. I add my cock head—but not the full shaft. I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand. This time my palms are together. I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle. I do a slight stretch out. A year ago, I could double fist him. There is no way that is happening today. I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop. Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten. I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable. It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food… The origianal is here, with links to some pictures: From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 5, 2023 -
North of Me—August, 2022 The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often. But it never seems to happen. We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard. The good news is that the wait is always worth it. In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud… I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube. He also has a container of J-Lube. I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand. I go into his study to get out of my clothes. I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots. Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees. I stand in front of him. He inhales. “Thank you for wearing a used jock.” He begins to nuzzle the pouch. My cock escapes to the side. It’s in his mouth, instantly. My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth. He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again. “I want to fuck your face.” Ross moves up onto the bed. His head hangs over, his mouth wide. I slip inside. I begin a slow pump of his mouth. He moans as I bottom out deep inside him. I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes. I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time. “Again!” Ross mumbles. And I repeat the rape of his mouth. Again and again. “Now give me your ass.” Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back. I surprise myself and forego rimming him. I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole. He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust. When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole. I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other… * Ross is in the sling now. I am eating his ass properly. He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in. I want to use him so much more before that happens. I stand up and fuck. Then I add the eggheaded toy. I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock. Ross moans, “So full…” I begin the DP fuck. Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo. It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross. He grunts out how hot it feels. Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under. When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us. I take a long swig of water. I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today. So I just fuck some more. Long strokes. All the way out and all the way in. Every time. The speculum is up next. A slow crank open. Lots of finger-on-prostate action. And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device. Ross shivers in pleasure. His mancunt is held wide open. My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate. He moans. Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass. But I am still not hydrated enough. I sigh—and fuck. And eventually crank it shut. I grab the ass grommet. I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil. I slip it over the shaft of my cock. It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut. It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock. I toss him the poppers for the first time. Ross takes a hit and I press in. He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on. His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy. I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft. Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out. It creates a vacuum sound as I do it. I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him. It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt. I fuck this way a long time. Only now do I grease up my hands. He takes my left with ease. My right with a little more concentration. But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily. Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock. It slips between my fingers. I stroke myself deep in his ass. I pull out and get my right inside him. I add my cock. The angle’s not as good. I go back to my left. I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft. The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way... “Do you want me to try a double?” Ross nods. I go for two hands at the same time. I get both in, my hands palm to palm. He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place. We do this three or four times. And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud. We break. His hole needs a rest. We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp. But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees. I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone. I am within inches of my elbow. We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: So Full (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 27, 2022
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Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.
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Chicago—May, 2022 My last day at IML was packed with mini events. Somewhere in the course of our talking about IML, Cowboy Boots let drop that he liked to be fisted. I had never played with him outside of a hotel or bathhouse casual fuck/loading situation. I also learned that he like to do some toy play. So, naturally, I brought some along. We had both been busy enough we hadn’t found time to do it. I suggest we have a late morning or early afternoon play session. That sounded good to him. We used the sling set up in the living room of the suite… As Cowboy Boots gets comfortable in the sling, he tells me not to be surprised if men walk in responding to his ad on BBRT. I assure him that is no problem. I eat his hole. We are starting from the shower this morning. He has had no visitors yet. I tongue him open and fuck him. Soon enough I add my eggheaded dildo—along with my cock. He loves the stretch of the double fuck. I pause, mid thrust. A bear of a man has walked in. He is Black and beefy. He unzips and strokes himself hard as I fuck a few more strokes. I step to the side. He slides into CB. He fucks him hard and fast, but not to orgasm. He nods and leaves. I grease up my bigger butt plug with the two ridges, a toy that often gives men pause. Cowboy Boots takes it easily. I do a stretch with my speculum, but it is not necessary. My greased left hand goes in quite easily. Another Black man is at the door. He is tall and angular and already has his dick ready to go. I step aside and let him fuck. This guy seems to like that I’m in the room and as an audience to his fucking. He suddenly stops and withdraws—thanking CB. I go back to work—and find he did indeed nut inside CB. I fist the cum deeper. I use a thick toy of his on him next. He knows the feel of this one and takes more of it than he tells me he usually does. I go back to my hand. We have another Black man, tall and very heavy, in the door. He just wants to watch. He sits on the couch and reaches down the waist band of his sweat pants and plays with his dick. I go back to fucking. When he’s had enough watching, he thanks us and leaves. I pull out the big black toy that is long and thick with the handle. CB takes it. Deeper than most men. I do another round of alternating hands and we take a break… * I had let Zane, my hairy scent pig (who is a host of the Chicago house party I occasionally attend) to see if we could meet during this weekend. It looked like we could, and then not, and then we could again. He came to the room in the middle of the afternoon. Cowboy Boots was entertaining in the bedroom, so we had the sling and the rollaway… “I don’t have long…” Zane looks great. His beard is fuller. I love how it grinds against mine as we kiss. We strip off our shirts. His face is instantly buried in my armpit—inhaling the aroma. He lifts his opposite arm so we can 69 each other’s pits. His are even more fragrant from being outside in the hot sun. We lick and nuzzle and kiss. We strip to jocks. Zane goes to his knees and sucks me. I have been hard from the moment I answered the door. He gets my juices running out the tip of my cock. His tongue is busy and knows where my hot spots are. He pulls off my cock, leaving it really wet. “Sling.” He nods and jumps in. His feet find the stirrups and he needs no help in getting his ankles comfortably into them. I go to my knees and tongue his ass with the same intensity as his dick sucking. My tongue is rigid and drilling into his hole. When he flowers open, I lick and spit and watch the hairs on his ass cling together. I stand up. My cock slaps his testicles in the jock pouch. His cock is hard and escaping from the side. I lean down and lick up a pearl of pre-cum and spit it on my cock head. Only then do I fuck my dick into him. He gasps and his eyes roll up. I hold for a second. We make eye contact—and I begin to seriously fuck him. My hips slap into his upturned ass with a wet slapping sound that fills the room. I eat his hole again. I stand up and drool some of his ass juice into his mouth. He groans and I begin round two. A slower, more deliberate stroke. He groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I don’t at first, but soon I am back to the fast first speed. “I want you to sit on my face.” “Rimseat?” “I didn’t bring it.” I lie down on the rollaway. He gets rid of his jock, climbs aboard and sit carefully on me. My entire face feels his damp ass hair—and my tongue is perfectly lined up to go even deeper into his asshole. He grunts and squirms, jerking his cock to my ass eating. He knows to ride my dick after awhile. He does it expertly. Raising up and slamming himself down on my thick shaft. He sits on my face again. He’s wetter now. His ass lube is in overdrive with my big dick. “Fuck me again. Please.” He gets off my face. We both want the sling. I glance at the clock and know I need to send him home soon. I spit on his hole and slide in. He has grabbed his cock and is jerking frantically. Our eyes connect again. I lean across him and kiss him. Deeply. We hold it a long time. We can’t get enough of each other’s tongues. But it’s back to fucking. Hard. Fast. Insistent. He jerks in rhythm to the plowing his is taking. I nod at him—a “go for it” look. He closes his eyes, his hand a blur…and the jizz arcs out of his body, covering his hairy chest... (One last Sunday session to come next time…) The original was posted here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Afternoon: Cowboy Boots Takes My Fist and Zane Takes My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 30, 2022
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My boyfriend and I have been stretching my hole for a little while now. It's been a lot of fun and lots of feels as I take larger and larger toys. (My boyfriend's hands are small & I only see my large handed fister about once a month.) It's been a lot of fun and I love my loose hole. However, there have been a few issues. I'd like some real talk with other fisting bottoms. My current largest toy is the Mr. Hankey Ramrodder. It takes a couple minutes to stretch my hole to take it, but then once in a want it all, but like every other toy that I have used has caused similar issues until I took something larger. Frequent problems are: 1. Unable to get or maintain an election. 2. Unable to urinate after. New issue with latest toy: 3. While taking it in my hole I get what feels like sciatic nerve pain from my lower back to the outside of my legs to below my knees. It's sporadic and never lasts. Anyone experience these? Experience others as you wrecked your mancunt? Thoughts? Advice? Ramrodder photos attached.
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Looking to be used today/tonight 2/24...any way that you want to! Been watching porn, inhaling poppers and licking up my own precum for a couple hours and i'm horny as Hell! Send me a message and let's get off together!!!
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My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.
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"Go a Little Deeper..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—January, 2022 There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again. Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see. But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again. Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018. We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississippi. At the top of January I got a message on AssPig. Kyle was coming back to Grand Rapids. Could we have another session? He had to play in the morning before checkout at his hotel, but I agreed. The night before, the sling was ready to go and sitting in the living room. I’d tossed some toys in my gym bag. I was up early the next day, packed the car, sent him a text and hit the road. It began to snow. Nothing horrible, but it slowed me down—and made visibility, as I pulled into Grand Rapids, hard. I finally found the hotel, a little late for my appointed time and went in with just my gym bag. The woman behind the desk was masked and greeted me with as much ice in her tone as what was on my windshield. She asked me where I was going. I blithely told her Kyle’s name and room number and went up to his floor. But there was no way I was carrying the two big clunky bags of the sling in past her withering glance. Kyle greeted me at the door. He looked much the same as I’d written a couple of years ago: shaved head, goatee just beginning to go grey, around my age, about 5’ 9” with a body that is trim. We hugged. I told him the sling needed to stay in the car. We made do, stripping a bed and getting some protective pads on it. Kyle went to check his cleanout one more time as I stripped down to boots and jock… I lay out the toys I have brought—the egg-headed dildo, the speculum and the ass grommet. Kyle comes back in, smiling. He climbs up on the bed on all fours. No oral here. My cock is still in driving-in-the-cold-morning mode and staying plumped but at no more than at half mast. I know how to fix that. I kneel and plant my face in his inviting ass crack. He is still warm from the shower. The heat feels wonderful—and his ass tastes even better. I lick up and down his crack and then concentrate on his hole. It opens easily for me. I juice him up with as much saliva as I can muster. “You want this cock?” His answer is to take a hit of poppers. I slap his ass with the now hard and greased up dick. Once. And then again. I run my now drooling head up and down all the places I have been licking. I prod at his hole. And I’m inside. I wait a moment and fuck all the way into him. More poppers. And I fuck him hard, with very deliberate strokes. Opening his ass channel. His butt can at one moment squeeze down on me and with the next, flower open. He is now open enough for me to quickly grease and add the dildo. He likes the stretch of the head and how deep it goes. He sighs as my cock joins the toy. I fuck, loving the wetness of his hole. I can feel the ridged shaft of the toy teasing the underside of my cock. Over and over. I pull out and go back in, but under the toy—so my engorged cock head can feel the ridges. I try the grommet. But it is not to Kyle’s taste. He’s a depth over width guy—something I have forgotten. I grease up my hands. I work slowly and methodically to creep into him. My middle finger finally finds the way to his ‘second hole’ and I finger it. Kyle shakes. And has a tremendous anal orgasm. His whole body quakes. Semen drools from his dick. We stop for a moment. Then—“Do it again,” Kyle moans. And I do it again—my left hand snaking into him… * We change up and try fisting on his back. Not as good. We go back to his knees—and I do another round of hand play. We take a break. He wants to spoon on the bed, so we do. Soon it moves to him stroking my cock. My hand lazily explores his sloppy hole. “Go a little deeper,” he breathes in my ear. It is a slightly odd position, coming in across his body, but I am suddenly all the way inside him. His ass lips snap around my wrist. Kyle contorts and grinds down on my wrist. This assgasm is just as strong—quaking deep inside him and with cum running from his cock… The original, which includes a link to our first meet, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Go a Little Deeper..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 9. 2022 -
Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
West Michigan—January, 2022 Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month. The pandemic has totally destroyed that. We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet. In the middle of January, we decided to get back together. It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off. We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune. Derrick and I were dressed—and Jacob was in full rubber with a zip that could open the suit to get to his ass. We drank tea and caught up. And I kept imagining opening that zipper and feasting on Jacob’s hairy ass. Eventually, we moved from the living room to the den, where porn was playing. Derrick and I shed our clothes and sat next to each other on the couch. Jacob knelt before us, now having added a rubber head piece that covered his head and eyes—leaving just his mouth open. Derrick moved his head over to my thickening cock… “Suck him. Get him hard.” Jacob is eager. He opens wide. And takes most of my cock deep into his throat. He pulls off. “I forgot how big that is…” he murmurs and goes back down on me. This time to the root. His days of not being able to take all of me are long over. He goes down on me two or three more times before I move his mouth to my balls—and then to Derrick’s dripping dick. I go to the floor. I unzip the ass crack of his suit. Jacob re-adjusts his kneeling position to give me easier access. I lean forward and taste his ass for the first time in months. He is damp from the suit—and tastes salty and wonderful. I dig in and spit on his pucker as he noisily sucks his partner. I have to fuck him. I lube myself as I eat him out. The suit is tight—it is keeping his ass cheeks quite close together. I rear up—and enter him. I feel the zipper teeth scrape me a little, but it’s worth it to sink into him. Jacob stops sucking for a minute as I stop moving. He pants—and when he goes back to sucking Derrick, I know I can continue the fuck. I do. Not for long. But it’s a hot sight to see my very white cock plow into the black rubber stretched so tightly across his ass. “Let’s make this easier.” Derrick stands up and gets the thin bench they use in this room. I pull out and help Jacob up. Derrick and I both guide the sightless Jacob him to the bench and get him in place. Derrick stands at the front and feeds his boy his cock. I go back to a little rimming, while I re-lube. I stand up and, while still tighter due to the suit, it is an easier access. I fuck him—hard enough to really push him down on Derrick’s dick. We only stop when his knees get tired. “Why don’t you lose the suit and see how warm it is downstairs,” suggests Derrick. Jacob leaves us together to wriggle out of it in the shower. Derrick and I embrace. He sucks my cock—loving the taste of Jacob’s ass all over it. Then he climbs on the bench. I lick up and down his ass crack before zeroing in on his hole. He squirms in pleasure. “Go easy on me—it’s been a long time.” I stand up. I slide in, wait and begin the stroke. Derrick bucks back on me. He meets each thrust. The small room is filled with the sound of my slender hips slapping into his full ass. Jacob arrives and watches, nodding approvingly. “Take it all!” Derrick needs to move. We grab more water and go down to their delightfully overstocked playroom. Things have changed slightly. The sling, hung from the rafters, has shifted 90 degrees, so I am standing at the foot of it with a lot more space around me. Jacob, naked now, hops in first. I eat him again. I fuck him again. I grease up my left hand as I fuck. I move from my dick deep inside him to three of my fingers, barely breaking the fucking motion. Soon enough it is my whole left hand. “Are you going to add your cock, too?” I nod. I leave my hand in place and my cock slide down my wrist. The fat head goes in easily. My fingers open inside him and my shaft fucks between my middle and fourth fingers. Jacob groans. Derrick, sitting to the side, watching my every move, gropes himself. I pull my dick out. Then my hand. I go right back in. Hand. Cock. Fuck my fist deep in Jacob. I grease up the right. I reverse it all. Right. Cock. And fuck that fist. Jacob can’t keep his hand off his cock. Watching me use his ass in the mirror above is making him stiffen up. “Can you find me a small dildo,” I ask Derrick. He brings back something I would not remotely call small. I grease it up and work it slowly into Jacob. Jacob pants and his erection subsides. I move it in a slow rotation, making him feel the stretch. “I want something small enough I can use it to double fuck him.” Derrick arrives with another toy. The perfect size—a nice seven inch dick. It is greased and inserted. I add myself. Jacob’s eyes tell the story as my cock supersizes his hole. Soon enough I go back to just my hands. One and then the other. At one moment, I am close to getting them both in at once. “Break,” pants Jacob. I clean up a little and help him out of the sling. He goes off to get rid of the extra lube and Derrick takes his place. “Do you need a break?” he asks. (We have been going all afternoon.) I shake my head and kneel to taste his fucked ass. He groans—and asks for some lube for his cock. I give him my bottle, never taking my mouth away from his ass crack. Once I get my fill—and make my cock rock hard again—I stand up and fuck him. I love watching Derrick’s eyes roll up into the back of his head. He stops stroking to concentrate on the sensations I am creating in his ass. His eyes come back into focus and to the mirror above him. He watches my cock split his ass in two. I slow down. Pull out. Grease up my left. It takes me longer to get into Derrick. I am guessing he hasn’t had as much ass play during the lockdown. But I finally get in. “Add your cock…” I nod. He’s read my mind. My wet dick slides down my wrist and goes into him as well. I try to keep my hand a fist inside, but it feels better to have it open and to fuck between my fingers. Jacob returns. He loves seeing Derrick used—and knows just what his partner is feeling. I fuck a little with just my dick. I start working the right hand into him. Jacob knows what is needed. He covers Derrick’s nose and mouth with his fragrant armpit. It works like poppers—my hand is all but pulled into place. I add my cock and fuck. Soon I move to just hands. Back and forth. Derrick groans. He has suddenly had enough stretch. We stop. Derrick asks how he can get me off—but we all agree that dinner sounds better… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 3, 2022 -
Using Ross on Bed and Sling
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
North of Home—January, 2022 My first play of the New Year was with Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud. What a great way to start 2022. I went up to his house with my sling and a few toys… I am standing, booted and jocked, on the tarp I have slipped under the sling to protect his bedroom floor. Ross is sitting on his bed—which has an old throw over it. He is naked. Waiting. Expectantly. “Get down here and suck my cock.” It’s a command—but soft, almost under my breath. Ross slips to the floor, and kneels between my boots. His hands go instinctively behind his back as he inhales the aroma of the slightly used jock. My dick is plumping, just at the thought. Ross pulls back the fabric and swallows all of me, while I’m still more soft than hard. He doesn’t move his lips. Just his throat muscles tighten, massaging my dick. I harden right up—deep inside him. I finally have to pull out of him, it’s so tight. Ross proceeds to suck me in a more traditional way. Lots of tongue on the head. Lips on the shaft. A nuzzle and tonguing of my testicles. “Get under my balls.” I pull my cock up and let him crane his head around to tongue my not so secret spot where the cock ring cuts into my nut sack. I sigh—letting him know he has done a good job. “Up on the bed.” He crawls up and into classic doggy. “On your back—I’m not done with your mouth yet.” Ross rolls over and spins, so his head is hanging over the side. I stand astride his face—at perfect skull fucking position. I slap his chin first. He opens and sticks out his tongue. I slap it a couple of times—than wipe my drooling dick on his tongue to give him my precum. I let him swallow—and, as he opens again, I am fucking his face. Just half my cock for about 6 strokes. Then I surprise him with a deep thrust or two. He sputters but takes me. Loving it. Wanting more. So I oblige. This time I fuck slower—but deeper. I make him gag. A sound we both love. I pull out after I do it a second time and make him lick my balls from underneath. Then I pivot and let him briefly lick my ass as it hovers over him. He burrows in happily as I sigh. “I want to fuck you. Here—from behind.” Ross moves to present his ass to me again. I fall to my knees and eat him out. His hole flowers open with my insistent tonguing. I don’t linger—I really want to fuck. I stand up and give him my cock for the fist of countless times over the next few hours… * Ross is in the sling. But not the usual way. He is standing on the floor, his chest to the leather. His legs are spread wide. I am eating him out. His ass is very wet after that first fuck. I savor and swallow the ass jizz. I stand up. My cock goes directly into his puffy hole. I fuck. Hard and fast. His ass is wet—and making the most delightful sounds. I pause in my fucking and without needing to totally disengage, I can reach the egg-headed dildo on the bedside table behind me. Now the dick comes out of him, just as the toy glides in. Ross does an intake of breath. I fuck him with that for a moment. Then I push the toy down and push my cock in with it—sliding along the ribbed shaft of the toy. Ross is now very full. I pause. And then, leaving the toy all the way in him, fuck him as hard as I have yet today. I fuck him until his legs start to give out—our cue to move around and get him in the sling the usual way. Once his feet are in the stirrups, the toy goes back in and so does my cock. I love how tight it makes Ross feel. I pull out. Me first, then the toy. I eat his hole a little as I stroke my cock. Yup, I need to piss. I have not hydrated extensively on the journey up, but I sure need to now. I stand up and hose his ass crack with my pale yellow stream. As the piss peters out, I move my cock head inside him, giving his ass a slight shower. I go to my knees and clean up all the droplets hanging on to the hair in his crack and on his balls. Just licking him hardens me right back up. I fuck. I grab the ass grommet--the toy that adds thickness to my already thick meat. I slide inside, my cock head poking out the other end of the rubber. He takes my new girth after two preliminary thrusts. “That is incredible,” he sighs. “I feel so full.” * “Put this on.” I hand him my leather blindfold with the fleece lining. He gets it in place and lies back in the sling, expectantly. I fuck him. I rim him. I work his nipples with fingers, then tongue, then teeth. I fuck my piss flavored dick into his mouth. (It helps being tall!) I piss on his crack. Lick it up and fuck him. I take some cold water into my mouth and dribble that down him as well. All about contrast. Not knowing what is coming next or where. We flip. I get in the sling and he spends a lot of time licking my balls and ass crack. He buries his face and tongue eagerly into me. I stop stroking and concentrate. I have just enough piss left to run out of my cock, across my balls and down the cleft of my ass where he is currently tonguing. He redoubles his efforts to get every drop off me. * I have used the speculum on him. I have been fisting him for the last 15 minutes or so after the medical toy’s stretch. Fist. Fuck. Fist and fuck together. Fuck. Piss. Rim. Fuck. I am getting close. He has tried to give me all of his rosebud into my mouth a couple of times on previous rimming moments, but I have asked to wait for that until it has my load all over it. Just thinking that thought again makes my balls tighten. “You want my load?” “You know I do.” “You gonna fuck my mouth with your rosebud?” He groans out some sort of affirmative. I look down at my cock and how his ass lips cling to it. And that’s it. I blast into him. Spurt after spurt. I marinate for a long moment, catching my breath. Then I go to my knees. I lick up the cum I have pulled out. I oval my mouth and he begins to fill it. He is fucking my mouth with his prolapse as I lick up my cum and swallow… Though saving a taste for him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Using Ross on Bed and Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 27, 2022 -
North of Me—December, 2021 As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years. Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex. I do like some time to elapse before writing. It lets the events marinate in my mind. I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time. (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.) Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year. I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear. I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement. Mine was the third sling. They were all in a row at one end of the wood paneled room. Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down. He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight. He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set. This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat. I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported. (I needn’t have bothered. The slings were the place to be…) Five more men were expected. They began to arrive. Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well. We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger. The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again. It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play. After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped. I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches… It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging. I have the Ginger Bear in the sling. In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist. I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips. It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear. I pull out and grease up my left. It is always an easy entry with GB. We know each other well. He relaxes and I glide into place. I pull out and add my dick in with my hand. The top next to us likes this move a lot. I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear. The flogging has stopped. The top was too hard too fast. He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling. On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right. It is slower going. I pull my dick out and kneel. I grease up both hands now. The left goes in. I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time. GB loves each extra stretch. The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs. The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated. They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. This inspires me to try my right hand. I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in. I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles. I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again. Success. My right sinks into place. I pull out and do it again. “Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear. I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen. I clean him up with paper towels. I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner. * After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo. He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night. I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms. He walks away, spent and happy. The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling. I watch the older man fuck him for a moment. My cock gets very hard. They both notice—and both want me to take a turn. I move in. The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest. He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool. I lock eyes with him. “You want my cock up your ass?” “Fuck, yeah. You look huge.” “Fuck him,” says the other top. Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking. This makes the top very happy. “Taste my cock juice in there?” I grunt. (I can’t, but it still tastes good.) I spit one last time into the guy and stand up. My cock head slaps his balls. I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole. Once. Twice. And I slide right in. He really wants me. And he has me. Balls deep. “Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass. “Oh! Fuck!! You feel great…” I am standing still, not moving a muscle. Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him. “Fuck me,” he breathes. And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast. His ass is a natural. He loves squeezing down on me. I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. He pushes right in and continues the fuck. I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too. I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. “Shit…” “Do the work. I’m standing still.” He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him. It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does. It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. We change around again. I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass. I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest… * We go up for dessert. I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass. He could take bigger toys, but not a fist. He’s eager to try me. Down we go, back to the sling. I do the same distraction method. Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching. And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 24, 2022
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Remember this is only a story and meant for reading enjoyment only. I hope this new saga will get you something to think about while Jerking. It is not meant in anyway as a guide on the art of chemsex. The stories in this section are ONLY stories. SPECIAL NOTE: After getting requests of the Girlfriend to be included I am working on that. It will probably need to be placed in the Bi and Straight fiction section. I will only do this is I have links to that posting incase anyone wants to see that. I have to work thru some issues on this first, one is to transition between the chapters smoothly without making a mess of the story. More to come on this
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Holy fuck, I'm on a chastity adventure this week and I can't believe how amazing it feels. I usually jack off every night and don't do stuff because I've sorted my horniness out, since I've been locked up for the past 4 days all I want is to get used and trashed. Every other day this week I've been trashing my hole with the biggest of my toys (see photo) and slowly but surely getting my body used to taking them. Last night I finally managed to take the thick brown one AND the triple dick one all the way TO THE BASE and it felt so good. I even orgasmed anally for the first time (through my cage) when I got to the point of bouncing up and down on the triple cocks. I'm so pent up and feel like such a slut, I just want guys to pass me around and TRY to get off fucking my loose sloppy hole. I'm only supposed to be locked up until Saturday for a big fist session but honestly I might just stay locked until I can cum anally all the time. Please reply with inspiration or telling me what you'd like to do with me to help me become a better locked slut xx -
Fisting Party on Halloween Night
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
North of Home—October, 2021 So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house. Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food. My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud). The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up. All were over 50. His friends are true bears. Ross is built much like me, tall and slim. I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used. Our host owns two slings and a third had been borrowed. Around 5pm the guests showed up. We sat around the big table near the kitchen and got to know each other over a beverage. Slowly we stripped down to business… Ross and I take the middle sling. There is action on either side of us. One man, half of a couple, stays upstairs, puttering in the kitchen. The Ginger Bear is to our right. He is working a rather large toy into his willing partner in the sling. To our left, the top is slowly opening up his bottom trying to make his very large hands fit. Ross gets in the sling as I open the j-lube, mixed in a tiny water bottle—so it can go along with the bottom for any other play. He braces his legs against the chains. I kneel and stick my tongue into his hole. My cock instantly erects. I tongue his hole until I can’t stand it—his moaning is so hot sounding. I stand up and my cock slides in. I am pretty sure I will be the only one using my dick tonight, but I know Ross wants any body part inside of him that I can give. I never have to wait long for Ross to get comfortable with my dick. I begin fucking him, hard, almost immediately. I love the sound of my thighs slapping into his ass cheeks. I pull out, kneel and eat his hole again. He pushes his rosebud, just slightly, towards me. His hole widens. My tongue pushes his insides back into place. I grease my hands as I savor his ass juices in my mouth. I stand and fuck again. Then, standing, I start with my left hand fingers. Two. Three. Four. Plus the thumb. All in quick succession. “Here you go…” My whole hand goes into him. Easily. Less is more in fisting. I do a slight turn of the imbedded hand to the left. Back again. And then right. Each movement sending shivers through Ross. I slowly twist my fist in place so I can slide my cock down my forearm. It goes easily past his ass lips and disappears from sight into my open hand in his ass. I fuck my hand—letting my cock slide between my second and third fingers. Ross groans—louder and with a shudder of sheer pleasure. So I pull my cock out and go into him again. This time the guys on our left are both watching. “My party trick,” I murmur and begin fucking into Ross and through my fingers that much harder… Soon it is all about alternate hands. Slowly and deliberately. In and all the way out. The Ginger Bear, on my right, has given up on his big hands with the guy in the sling. There is now a medium sized dildo attached to a fucking machine plowing into the eager man. GB is controlling the speed and depth. To my left I notice those big hands have finally been accommodated. The bottom is a verbal guy —loud and delirious with the sensations generated. I am moving to doubling up my hands in Ross. I have my left in—and four fingers of my right. We are so close—but I look at his face and he shakes his head. I ease back. Another day. After all he wants to experience other guys here tonight. We break. I go wash up. When I come back downstairs we all change up. Ross goes into the sling to our left and takes the big hands on that top easily. The Ginger Bear wants me to open up the guy he couldn’t get into. We roll the fucking machine out of the way and I grease up. I don’t bother getting my cock out, as I don’t want the conversation about if he wants it or not. My fingers go into his hole easily. Soon my entire left hand. The man is thrilled. His body gives off tremors that match his deep moans. It takes just a little longer for my bigger right hand to stretch him that last bit. It goes in and the man is wracked with a full body orgasm. We all stop when we are told supper is served. After dinner, I have a quick session with the very vocal man. He loves what I do—and lets the whole house know it… * This is a shorter than usual post—though in actual time, I was there way longer than a regular hookup. I think my problem when I abandoned it on Sunday was that it didn’t have the drive my posts usually do. After all, normally it is all about the orgasm driving the telling of the tale along. Not so with this one. I gave so many anal orgasms to men I can’t count them—but I didn’t shoot. And that was fine. Sometimes food with friends can be more important. So—it’s here—since this is my sex life, for better or worse… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fisting Party on Halloween Night (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 11, 2022
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