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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

Hey guys, I'm in a gay youth forum that explores kinks and self image. I'm fully out as a bb only sub and pro-HIV, so I get a lot of questions about why I only serve and submit to bareback (Poz) tops. So one of the guys I'm serving suggested I write up a list for the forum with reasons as to why condoms have no place in sex. This is what I came up with and thought I'd share it here too. I'm a sub/slave so it's from that perspective. Reduced pleasure. Taking the time to get, open and put on a condom kills the moment. Eliminates intimacy/commitment. Kills intimacy by putting a physical and mental barrier between you and your top. It also puts up a barrier of mistrust and non-acceptance of your top. Extremely bad for the environment especially marine life. Condoms are not biodegradable at all. The hottest porn stars don't use them. Think of the porn you watch. Which films do you find hotter? Ones where the actors use condoms or go bare? They aren't compatible with all lubes. The lube you're using might not be the right one and degrade the condom anyway. Pre-cum is a natural lubricant that gets blocked with condoms. And precum is the best lube and probably all you'll ever need. So don't block it. Using condoms is not sex. Your top is there to fuck you, not a latex sheath. He could get the same thing fucking a fleshlight as he would fucking you with a condom. Bad for your hole. Friction, tears. Condoms need lube, special condom friendly lube which is also bad for the environment. If you go without lube or just use a little bit, it can really do damage to your hole and create an unpleasant experience. The taste, smell and look. Condoms bring an unpleasant odor, leave a horrible aftertaste on your top's cock, and just genuinely look bad. You love dick, so why hide it with latex. They don't stop all STDs. If you're power bottom, sub, cum dump, whore or whatever, you're going to other STDs even with condoms. Absolutely nobody likes them. As a sub why would you ask your top or Dom to do something that was unpleasurable for them? What do you think? Any suggestions or comments?

I thought I'd post a few stories about some of the fun times I've had over the years. This is from the late '90s, while I was on active duty in the Army and stationed just across the Potomac from Washington DC. And I should also point out I was still testing negative at this time. Southeast DC was not one of the touristy areas. That's where the Navy Yard and Fort McNair were. Aside from that, it could be kind of sketchy, cheaper housing, light industrial and commercial space. Not far from the Navy Yard, there was a remarkable street, where in the space of one block there was a bathhouse, and a bar that featured male strippers. I went to the bath now and then, when I could afford a room and liked it much more than the much cleaner and more pretentious place up off Dupont Circle. I never cared much for strippers...look but don't touch ain't my style. But there was also the incredibly named "Glorious Health" club as well, aka the "Glory Hole". The Glory Hole was my first introduction to an arcade / porn theater setup. I'd never visited them before. But a review I'd read before moving to DC hinted that this might be my kind of place: dirty and sleazy, yes, but also with men who had the kind of sexual attitude I liked best. I can't remember the cost to get in, but it was reasonable. There was only a small area up front that sold porn and a few toys. In the back was the interesting part. First there was a small gay porn theater that only rarely had any occupants. Passing through this, you got to the arcade. It was nothing but maybe 8 or 10 booths with doors you could hook shut of varying sizes. The larger ones had wooden benches, like a bathhouse room but without the mattress or sheets. The smaller were just cubicles, most with at least one glory hole to its neighbor. And one such cubicle might have been built for me. I'd walk through the place, looking very obviously like a soldier, with my high and tight and clean shaven looks. I was in my late 20s, and in good shape. I could max out my Army Physical Fitness Test. I also had the confidence that came with rank (I was a sergeant at that point). I'd take a look at the other guys (a mix of gay tourists, maybe another military man, and a healthy mix of locals, mostly black). Then I went to my cubicle, assuming it was unoccupied. I'd go in and lock the door. I'd drop my jeans. On one side of the cube, my ass would go right up to one glory hole. And then, if I bent over at the waist, my mouth was perfectly lined up with the hole on the opposite side. This was the best part...while I enjoyed sucking the cocks that appeared in front of my mouth, I really loved getting plowed through the other hole. It was totally, totally anonymous sex. I had no idea who was fucking me, not his age, not his race, not his appearance, nothing. All I did was reach back to ensure he wasn't wearing a condom and to guide him into my ass. And I'd ride his cock til I felt him cum inside me and then withdraw. I have no idea why I find getting bred anonymously to be so hot. I always have. As wonderful as it is to enjoy a handsome man, to look in his eye was he fucks you, to talk to him and get to know him before and after sex, there is something so utterly perfect in the simplicity of anonymous sex: it strips everything down to the barest of essentials. After that first cock and load, I'd stay for a while longer. I'd return to giving the cock in my mouth the attention it deserved (I've never been good at sucking cock while I get fucked...my mind can't concentrate on cocksucking while my ass is sending waves of pleasure over my entire body). But really, I'd be waiting for more. And usually I got it. Another cock...different size and shape so a different anonymous man...would eventually appear at my ass. I'd back on to it, in heaven at the feeling. The first load I'd taken would help lube the way for the second cock. And I'd ride that one too until I got my reward. Typically, I'd be getting a little tired of my position after three or four cocks had bred me. I'd be hot and sweaty in that little room. And my knees and legs would be getting tired. I'd regretfully stand up and pull up my jeans and walk out again, not talking to anyone. Sometimes I'd sit and rest in the porn theater for a bit, my cock in my hand, hard as a rock more from the fucking I'd taken than the porn on the screen, and the cum slowly leaking out of my ass and making a growing wet spot on my pants. Other times, I'd find a likely bottom and take him into a bigger stall. I preferred fucking guys where I could get a good hold on them and give it to them a little rough. Gloryholes put the bottom in control of the fucking...in general I find that when I top through one, I just push my cock through as far as I can and let the bottom ride me. I like more control than that when I top. Sometimes I'd walk the hall, back to the little maze area in the rear...this was another good place to get fucked...nice and dark and with the added benefit that other guys could watch me having sex. Looking back, I don't really remember a time that I didn't have a good time there. I could generally count on getting at least a couple loads up my ass. And while the men weren't exactly the hottest guys out there in DC, they had exactly the right attitude. They were there to fuck and get fucked, suck and get sucked. And there wasn't any attitude or people looking down at you for being there for sex. It was refreshingly honest, and that made for a lot of great sex. I don't think I ever saw anyone use a condom there either. If there was a place that taught me how much more fun you have if you just let yourself go and have fun with a wide range of guys, rather than my preconceived ideas of who was hot and worthy of my ass, this was it. This was the place that took me from being a guy who liked bareback sex to a real raw sex pig. The old place is gone now, torn down as part of a redevelopment effort and the gentrification of the surrounding neighborhoods. I understand it's moved to a new location. I have no idea if the same spirit is there or not. I hope it is. We pigs need those dark, dirty, sleazy spaces where men can be real men and fuck like the animals we are.

Back in the '90s, when I was in the Army and gas was a lot cheaper, I used to road trip a lot to get away from the closet I lived in on post and indulge my need for man-on-man sex. And I discovered the best part about road tripping is in unexpected fun along the way. For one long weekend, I'd decided to head down to New Orleans. I'd heard about the bars there and decided I wanted some of that backroom action. My plan was to drive straight to the bar without stopping, grab a beer and hit the second floor on the Phoenix for some action, then hopefully hook up with a guy who'd take me back to his place for the night so I wouldn't have to pay for a hotel room. So, I decided to stop at the last rest area before the city to do a quick washup before I got to the bar, and to change into more appropriate clothes. I stepped up to the urinal to piss and saw fresh graffiti telling me to show hard at the door to the men's room. Well that was something I couldn't resist. My cock quickly sprang to attention as I pulled up my shorts. I stepped out of the building and grabbed at my cock through my shorts, hopefully with enough subtlety that I only attracted the attention of the horny bastard I hoped was out there. I stepped around the back of the building and waited. My cock jumped when I heard a car door slam. From the other side of the building stepped a red headed otter, about ten years older than me, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He whispered to me to follow him and led me into the trees at the dark end of the rest area. I dropped my shorts and my cock fell out. I started stroking it while looking at him. He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. Needing no further invitation, I undid his fly (no underwear of course) and pulled out a beautiful thick 8" uncut cock. I immediately bent over to start sucking on him. As I worked the head, slipping my tongue under his foreskin and slobbered on his rod, he groaned, "Oh yeah, get me hard and wet". As I sucked him, he reached over and started rubbing his hand in my ass crack. I moaned in anticipation. Suddenly, he grabbed and spread my cheeks with both hands. I felt a presence behind me, and heard someone spit. I felt the stranger's cock head rubbing up against my hole. I had no clue who he was but I knew I needed him in me. He grunted in surprise as I pushed back on to him and wrapped my ass around his raw cock. But he recovered quickly and started fucking my ass as the otter fucked my face. It wasn't long before I felt the stranger thrusting deep and filling me with his warm load. A few more thrusts and he pulled out. The otter kept me busy sucking his cock, so I never did see who that stranger was who'd just cum in my ass. Finally, the redhead couldn't take it any more and spun me around and shoved his cock into my asshole. Between all of my spit on his cock and the cum in my ass, I was well lubed. He drove that cock into me aggressively, but I just begged for more. Soon I felt him deep inside, with his thick cock swelling as his load flooded into my guts. After squeezing out the last drop in me, he pulled out. My ass felt warm and wet and I struggled to keep all of the cum in me. Again I bent over to suck his cock, now covered in cum from two men from my ass. I greedily licked him clean, savoring the taste of my well-fucked ass. Then with a "Thanks man", he buttoned up his jeans and walked away. I pulled up my shorts over my throbbing hard cock and leaking ass and decided I was ready for the backroom. I walked to my car and drove on into the city.