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Near Home—August, 2022 It was a Sunday afternoon. I thought I had a fuck bud coming over. He cancelled. But I was still horned. I went to the bookstore nearest me. I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news. I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing… The straight side is all but empty. And the movie is adequate at best. I go around to the gay theater. As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner. I murmur a “sorry” and sit down. The movie is good here. One of the SkynMen orgies. I stroke. I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex. They are just talking. In hushed tones, but ones that really carry. I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…” On and on. Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other. I am alone. With good porn and a hard cock. I stroke. The door opens. A man in a surgical mask enters. He is a guy I often see here with his partner. He is alone today. He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head. I am fine with it. His mouth is pleasant if not exciting. His knees tire fast and he disappears. The good porn ends explosively. Not so much for me. The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it. I button up and check in next door. The porn here is better now. There is one other man watching, way down front. I sit in the back and stroke more. * I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces. I decide to investigate. A threesome is in progress. A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two. He is new to me. In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here. In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place. The top’s pants are around his ankles. He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican. I pull out my dick. The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am. Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth. I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock. I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him. It is all over in minutes. The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass. In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor. He is out of it. High on something. He doesn’t even notice I’m there. Which makes my escape that much easier… Did this even need to be written? Maybe not, but just keeping it real… The orginal, with comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: At Least the Porn was Good (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 29, 2022

My Playroom—August, 2022 The sling was still in the duffel bag from going to Ross’ house. The moment that I heard Dave was on the road to my place, I went downstairs and set it up. Naked. (And taking this picture, which I rather like.) PIC I put the towels under the equipment. All while tanking up for a wet session. Dave had cancelled the other week with some sort of home emergency. I had already been to the bookstore to harvest some extra cum. A condom, with the lone load I could tease out of a dick on that trip, was still in the freezer. Next to it was a second frozen load I had recently whacked out to some new porn. I wanted both of them up Dave—and knew he’d want them, too. For regular lube, I melted the coconut oil and got it downstairs. All while thinking what I might do to Dave’s ass… Dave is downstairs. I strip up in my bedroom and go down in my jock and boots. He kneels as I walk in the room, right at the foot of the fuck bench. “You want this cock?” It’s rhetorical. He is already mouthing the jock pouch, grunting and murmuring about how it smells of sex and piss. My dick is soon down his throat. He takes me to the root, choking, to get some deep throat spittle on my cock. When my dick is wet and slippery, I tell him to get on the bench. He moves in place. I find the coconut oil and then kneel behind his full ass. My tongue finds his hole and drills into him. It flowers open at my touch. I smear some of his spittle on it and poke it into place with my tongue. I grease my dick as I eat him out, spitting more and more of our combined spit into him. I stand. I slide in. Relentlessly. Until I bottom out. Dave pants. But he takes it. He even gives me a “Fuck, yeah!” as he feels my tangle of pubes grind against his hole. I begin a languid fuck stroke. Slow and easy. I drool some more spit down onto my engorged cock. I watch it disappear into Dave’s hungry ass. I pull out. “Clean me,” I tell him as I move to his mouth. I love the bench for going from one hole to the other. He cleans me ravenously, catching sight of himself in the mirror. For just a millisecond he pauses to really see his mouth stretched wide cleaning the cock straight from his ass. He grunts and goes back to giving me expert oral service. I move around and go up his hole—now with just his spittle as lube. There is little difference as his ass is making lube to help with the intruder. Suddenly my left leg goes up in front of his left knee. I continue the fuck. “Damn, that’s deeper,” he groans. And it is. Wonderfully so. I work it slowly until his second hole opens for my flaring cock head. Now I pick up speed until he is moaning in time with my thrusts… * I adjust the stirrups on the sling chain to give him a more comfortable angle for his legs. I kneel and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole. Eventually I stand and fuck him some more. I give him the chance to taste his ass on my dick, though it is not as easy here as on the bench. But he wants it—and contorts his body around to clean me of his ass jizz. I fuck him some more. I piss on his ass crack—letting some pool inside him. I fuck it deeper. And then kneel to eat it out. I go back in and fuck him. Then I pause, staying deep inside of him. “Feel like eating my ass?” He does. We change places. He sits on the fisting chair and devours my hole. I do a hit of poppers and let him feast away. When my head clears, I think hard and splash some piss up in the air. It lands on my balls and runs down my ass crack. He licks me clean reveling in the additional flavor. “I have some extra loads for you.” This stops him mid-lick. He helps me out and I go find them in the freezer. He’s already back in the sling and stirrups, all on his own, before I’m back with the two condoms. “This one is from the bookstore…” I turn the condom inside out right next to his hole and push the frozen hunk of sperm into him. Dave groans. “This one is all me.” I do the same with my bigger load. My finger follows into his abused ass and pokes them both deeper. I replace my index finger with my dick. I feel them already beginning to melt. I fuck him hard. I pull out and let him taste the cum on my dick. He licks up every drop he can find on my cock. I go back and kneel to felch a little. I can’t get much. But just enough to make my dick even harder. I fuck Dave hard enough to make the sling frame move in rhythm with me. “I want to eat your ass again,” he tells me. I am fine with that—but suggest the rimseat for variety. He goes under and I sit on it. His tongue invades—deeper than he’s ever been in me. I give a sharp intake of breath—and then relax. “Take a hit,” he mumbles. I reach for the poppers. They do the job—and I begin babbling about how it feels and how deep I am going to breed him. When I come down from the mists, I know I am actually ready to breed. I give him a few more minutes of butt licking, before I stand and order him to the bench. Once Dave is in place, it’s my turn for a quick lick of his leaking hole. The frozen cum leaking from him is turning me on even more. I stand up and fuck him hard. Almost instantly, I shoot a mini-load, without the full on every-nerve-vibrating feel. I pull out and lick up the leakage, which is now a steady drip. I am still hard. My cock very red. I rear up and plunge in. This time I explode with every fiber of my being. I empty my balls fully into his spasming hole… The original, along with that picture from the intro, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 2, 2022