Lansing—December, 2022

(You might want to read part one first....)

I go find Perry and his friends, my beard still smelling of the cum I have been felching from the young man’s well fucked hole.  Perry is back in his clothes, sitting on a bench, eyeing the gloryhole booths.   The four of us go on a tour of the facility, wondering where to fuck for round two.  We look at the sling near the big screen gay area, but the space is cold, as there is an outside door nearby.  We both agree that the other sling is the place.  It’s empty now.  I move the moveable wall semi shut—so men can still get around it easily, but it still blocks direct traffic.   When I look back, Perry is already naked and being helped into the sling by the Cub.

I go to my knees and eat out Perry’s well fucked ass.  The Cub gets busy on Perry’s nipples.  The young Bear jerks his dick to the scene.  Perry is wet.  Damn wet.  Nor is it from all the cum in my beard from the felching.  His stretched hole is making lube like crazy.  I slurp loudly, spit some back in and stand up to fuck.

Men are standing behind the half wall watching me insert my rock-hard cock.  One of them comes around the corner to get a better look.  The young Bear is soon sucking his dick.  I am plowing noisily into Perry.  He pants and tells me to fuck him harder.  Another guy enters our sling corner and sticks his cock in Perry’s mouth.  Now he can’t talk—but only gurgle his pleasure around the man’s thick dick.

I wait until I hear the new man sigh and ask:  “You want to switch holes?”

The guy considers it, but shakes his head.  “His mouth is great.”

When the other man moves on, the guy getting head from the young Bear comes over to try Perry’s mouth.

As I drop once more to my knees to eat Perry’s fuck hole, an older man appears around the low wall.  He gropes himself through his pants as he watches me rim Perry.  I stand up and fuck.  The new guy goes carefully to his knees to watch my cock split Perry open.  I fuck.  Harder, with someone watching so intently.  Finally, I pull out.

“Let me suck that,” whispers the kneeling observer.

I present my wet meat to him.  He licks me clean.  Hungrily.  Savoring the juices.

“May I rim him?”

“Sure.  Eat his ass.”

He buries his face into the hairy cleft of Perry’s butt cheeks.  The rimmer groans and stops groping himself, so intent is he on licking ass. 

I let him go until he slows a little.  “Let me fuck some more, and then you can do it again.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I fuck.

He eats.

I fuck.

He cleans my cock and eats Perry.

I fuck.

And the young Bear takes a turn cleaning my cock as the man eats out Perry.  My new cocksucker is great.  I can see why he’s had a succession of men in his mouth while I’ve been fucking.

I fuck Perry one more time.  A new man is in Perry’s mouth while I do it.  The rimmer has never left his knees.  He is either groping himself, cleaning my cock or licking Perry’s wet hole.  I idly wish he were nimble enough to get under the sling and lick my balls while I fuck…

Perry finally calls for a time out.  He gets dressed as we talk about a dinner break, but we leave it open.  I go to my car and eat dinner and check my phone.  I drive for a bit and get coffee.  I am back in the play area just before 8pm.  I don’t see Perry and company.

It’s a holiday and a Saturday night.  The establishment is now mostly gay men with a few straight swinging couples.  I watch a woman fist her husband in the sling we had been using.  She invites other men to do him, too.

I go down to the gloryhole area.  A young-looking blond man is sitting on the bench watching some trans porn.  I smile, continue past him and into a dark corner. 

In moments he is there.  “Need some help with this?” he asks, fondling the bulge in my pants.  I nod.  He unbuttons.  He goes for the jock pouch.  He inhales and lets out a sigh.  “Heaven,” he mumbles.

He spends the next 20 minutes licking the pouch, licking my nuts, once they are free and only then on sucking my drooling prick.

He pulls off it.  “Will you fuck me?  I need to feel this beauty in my ass.”

I nod and he strips right there.  He has a thin to muscular frame, not much body hair and an ass I can’t wait to eat.  Built into the walls in our corner, is a waist high platform.  He bends over on it, presenting his rounded cheeks to me.  I pull them apart—and my tongue touches his hole for the first time.  He groans and pushes back, impaling himself on me.  He wants it—and I want more.  I rim and spit, getting him ready for my cock.

“You want me raw?” I ask, standing up. 

“Only way I fuck,” he pants out.

I enter him, slowly, inch by inch.  He has skills.  He milks me expertly as I press forward.  When I bottom out, I hold and begin the fuck.  He groans.  Two other men come watch me take his ass.

“Can we go to the sling?” he asks.

“If it’s free.”

He doesn’t bother to put his clothes back on to get there.  I don’t bother to try to cover my dick.  We just go.  In the light, he’s slightly older than I first thought—maybe a very young looking 40.   He hops in the sling.  I eat his fucked hole before standing up and plowing him again.

We take a break.  He sips some of my water.  Names are exchanged.  He’s James.  Not Jim.  He promises me a phone number if I fuck him once more.

I do.  Thoroughly.  Almost to the point of blowing my load.  But not quite.

He needs to go home to be with his mom before midnight.  We go wash up and we exchange numbers.  But we can’t get enough of each other.  We dawdle and talk.  Then I lie on a bench behind the slurp ramp.  He strips and sits on my face.

“So hot,” he croons.  “Eat me…”

Without my asking he knows to ride my tongue, then my cock and bring his gaping hole back up to my face.  He does this twice.  The last time on my face, he stops jerking his dick—though I would have been fine with his load all over my sweatshirt.

He gets off me.  “Let’s finish this right when I have more time.”  I reluctantly agree.  We kiss, savoring his juices in my mouth.

And he’s gone.

Fuck, I need to breed.  And soon.

A young, cubby guy, with an incredible Grizzly Adams beard finds me.

“You have a great cock.”

“Thanks.”

“I want to be get fucked.  You can load me if you want to.”

We are walking towards the sling behind the low wall.

He continues:  “I just don’t do that very often.”

“Take the load?  You decide,” I tell him as I get his legs up on the chains.

I eat his very hairy hole—even more of a contrast after James’ hairless one.

“Oh, fuck…” Grizzly Adams groans.  “Plow me.”

I do.  Repeatedly. 

His uncut cock grows whenever I eat his hole.  It shrivels as I fuck.  He never touches it.  He is all about his hole.

I eat him one last time.

“I am really close,” I tell him as I begin to fuck.

“I want your load.”  He is panting with excitement now.  “I want…to start the new year…”  He doesn’t finish.

“With my load inside you?” I grate out.

“Yes.  Yes!”

And I’m there.  I shoot and shoot after all the incredible sex that day.  His hole is awash with my cum.  I kneel and clean up what is leaking out.  I stick my softening cock back in him to help push it deeper.  He sighs in perfect bliss…

I go to wash up. 

The clock on my car’s dashboard tells me I did indeed breed him right at midnight…

 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    February 15, 2023