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Near Home—November, 2022 Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home. I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan. The weather stopped me. As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon. Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess. The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way home in a storm. So, I went home. I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly heavy. But Sunday dawned clear and bright. I looked out the window of the living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel. The young man my landlord employs to dig us out was just finishing up. By the afternoon, I had decided to go out. The party had been great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more. I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about… There are a few cars in the lot. I go into the gay cinema first. I discover a blow job in progress. I recognize the sucker as a regular. I don’t know the burly guy who is being serviced. I excuse myself, as the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.) I go next door. Thankfully, the video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room. I sit in the back row, unbutton and jerk. Through the grate in the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on the chair as he gets sucked. In a break from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss. I jerk. Next door, I hear the door open and swing shut with a bang. I assume he’s blown his load. I’m wrong—the door here opens and the burly guy comes in. He nods to me and stands against the back wall. He looks at my cock—and then at the screen. I stroke. Slowly. And wait. In moments he unzips. His cock is pulled out. I glance over. He is hung—a good 7+ inches. He doesn’t stroke. He shakes it at me. I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a better angle to suck. I turn slightly—and his hardness slaps me in the face. I open and swallow him down. “Jeez…” he breathes, as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked. “Your mouth is hot.” I grunt something affirmative around his cock. His dick head drools on my tongue. “You have me so close,” he whispers. I pull up and work on just the head. In moments, he grabs my shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth. When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not needing to do any mop up at all. I have never seen him again. * I have moved over to the gay side. The porn is better here. The guy who was sucking the burly guy lingers for a time. He makes no effort to suck me—or vice versa. Finally, he leaves. I consider going home. The door opens. The older man with a long beard walks in. He is the man who never gets hard but he always shoots a load. He’s delighted I am there. He unzips instantly and feeds me his regulation cock. True to form, I do all my oral tricks. He never hardens, but in five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat. He pats me on the head, zips up and goes home. Through the grate in the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door. I wait a moment, letting the scene on the screen finish in all its creamy glory. I bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door. There are two men in the room. One guy is way down front and I can’t really see him. I sit in the back row, right behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head. Though he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking. With me behind him, he begins stroking again. My dick is wet enough that it makes a sound as I so the same. He does a half turn to see if he can get a look. The angle is bad. He turns back to the screen. We stroke. Suddenly he stands, he comes around and leans against the wall. It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head. “You suck?” I nod and take him into my mouth. I suck the head. I deep throat the shaft. He fucks my face. He pulls out. “I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs. He sits back down and jerks some more. Soon enough, he is back. We try again. His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip. I decide to go for his balls with my tongue and work his shaft with my hand. This seems to get him close. He fucks my face again. He stops, angry at himself. He sits and jerks. The scene on the screen becomes two guys and a girl doing DP. He jerks harder. Actually, I do, too. As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing his cock to my mouth once again. I turn to him. He thrusts into my opening mouth. “I really want to blow in you,” he mumbles. I work diligently. Suddenly, my hand is knocked away from my cock. The man from way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head. This excites the man in my mouth. I can feel the head of his cock expanding. “Suck that big dick,” the guy against the wall groans out. This makes us both pick up speed. With the added stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself. And I don’t want to be the first to spew my seed. I get my wish. The guy grabs my head and bucks into my mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy load. In just moments, while I am still swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs. Only later do I realize I never really saw who it was… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Tale of Three Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 22, 2022

I hadn't planned on it, and didn't expect it. Well - I didn't expect it. I was cleaned out, and lubed up. What I planned on, or at least hoped for, was a pleasant encounter with some willing top who might like the look of me and have some fun. You never knew at this campground, but it was a gay campground, so the odds were good, and even if the goods were sometimes odd, I didn't much care. But it was a crapshoot, because I was there alone, and it always seemed like the action happened to the guys who arrived with friends. Groups begat groups, action happened more readily within groups, and action begat... well, begetting. A guy alone found it harder to get noticed, to get selected, to become a focus of, shall we say, attention. Not that I'm ever looking for 'attention'. I don't care if they ever even see my face. For that matter, I don't care if I ever see theirs. One of my greatest memories from that place is the dark night where an unknown guy fucked me deliciously for a good ten minutes before he blew, then handed me over to another who plugged right in. The first guy then paused by my head and said to the first, a stranger to him, "You'll love that. He's got a fantastic ass." He left, and I never saw his face. This time, I wandered around for a while, finding no joy, and at last made my way into a shed where they kept a fucking bench. Two men stood nearby touching each other, and others stood in conversation around the walls. No one particularly noticed me as I stepped over to the unoccupied bench. I pulled down my underwear and bent over with my belly against the leather and my elbows and knees against the rests, not really expecting anyone to take the unasked-for offering. Nobody did for a few minutes. But then the two men touching each other suddenly began touching my ass, and soon, fingering my hole. Without a word, one of them lined his cock up and slid it forcefully inside; it was just the right size to stretch me open without much pain. His vocals turned heads. After a few minutes I felt him fill me, and then his friend swapped out and did the same. By the time he pulled out, I was glowing - two for the price of one! I started to raise up, but suddenly felt two fingers at the small of my back give me a little push back down. Slowly, I resumed my position on the bench. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the two guys standing beside me and the bench. They weren't moving to jump back in again, but I couldn't tell what they were doing. I only knew they wanted me to stay there. A few wordless minutes later, a different set of hands spread my ass apart and stroked my taint up and down across my hole, the finger probing inside, smearing cum in and out to lube the opening. Then an larger cock entered, and began fucking. The grunting was more gutteral than before, lower and quieter - a bigger man, who finished more quickly, but filled me just the same. After he pulled out, I started to raise up - but there it was again, a little push. This time, a pair of eager, uncertain hands. Hands that weren't sure quite what to do. Hands that kneaded my globes and my calves, a cock that smacked against my hole repeatedly, a cockhead that jabbed the wrong place a couple of times before getting it right, hips that pushed with a lot of energy. Some barely legal kid, probably. He blew in a few seconds, but it kept on going. He finally pulled out. Men clapped. When I was sure he was done, I raised up - A little push. This time, an older man. You can tell sometimes, because the hands stroke your ass with reverence, with appreciation, with gratitude for the gift they know they are about to receive. Fingers knew what to touch, and where. I know I gasped, and I know my face betrayed the reactions running through my body (it always does - remind me to tell you about the time with the lumi-lights). The fingers (multiple) took the time to visit my prostate and then stroke me to dripping before he mounted me. Viagra or no, he had no problem staying hard or completing the act, which he did with a shuddering sigh and pulses that I felt all through me. When he was done, there was silence in the room, and no one seemed to move. I felt a wave of contentment. I had not anticipated the chance to serve so many, nor the exquisite rush of having a roomful of eyes watch me do it. I pushed my torso up from the bench - A little push. What? A built guy positioned himself in front of me with his cock at mouth level. "Suck it," he said. I couldn't raise my head enough to see his face, and he was insistent enough that as soon as I opened my mouth even a little he jammed his cock into it. I lavished my tongue all around it, let it explore the hollow of my throat, but he quickly pulled it out again. "See this cock?" he said, turning it sideways so I could examine its thick, veiny purple size. "This is going into your ass, and then it's going back in your mouth." He disappeared from in front of me and I quickly felt his strong hands cleave me apart and position his cock to piston into my cunt. He was rough, and he took his time. My head bobbed up and down and my back arched from the brutality of the raw fuck. When he finally burst, he did it with a barking shout and yanked my hips back as hard as his muscled arms could bury him into me. After the pulsing stopped, he circled back around, panting, and said, "This was in your ASS," and thrust it into my mouth, tasting of cum, sweat and ass. I cleaned it off with my tongue. When he left, he smacked me on the ass. I lay there for a few moments, worn out. Not only unexpected, but more than I had had in mind. I gratefully got up - A little push. In all, twelve men fucked me on that bench. I have to assume the first two in some way silently invited the other ten to use what they had appropriated as their free giveaway cumhole. I don't understand the dominant male mind that finds such a thing a turn-on... I'm just glad they do. I wish more did. I wish more men would feel free to give me a little push. That's all it would take, any time. If you're a top who would enjoy doing something like that, can you explain what that feels like for you? Why you would enjoy doing it? I really want to understand. And if you're a top who wants to try it...