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Near Home—May, 2023 I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting. Here is the first. It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago… It’s a Saturday afternoon. The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus. I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot. I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre. It takes me a moment to see there are several men here and I can sit in the back row—in the infamous cocksucker’s seat. I sit—and unbutton. I hear jerking in front of me. It must be the older man with a very large bald patch. His shoulders are shaking to the rhythm of his self-abuse. Scattered around the room, three other men are kneading shorts or pants. One looks at me—and not at the screen. He is new to me, a big ex-footballer in build, Caucasian and wearing a ball cap. He stands up and comes nearer. He stands next to me. Now I can see, in his face, that he’s older than I first thought. Late 40’s or early 50’s. He continues to grope himself as he watches me stroke. Finally, he leans down, close to my ear. “Let me suck that thing. Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I simply spread my legs. He goes to the floor and takes me deep, the very first moment. He is a very experienced cocksucker. I sigh and knead his shoulder as he goes to work. Everything is right. No teeth, great suction and a sloppy wet mouth with incredibly versatile tongue action. At the five minute mark I tell him how good he is. He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going. The guy down front stands up and shoots all over the floor. This makes the man on his knees start a repeated deep throat on me. He is sure I am going to fire off at any minute. There is a moment that I think I actually might. But as soon as I think it—the tide of potential cum recedes. Did he feel my cock head swell and then go back down? He gets up, acting like he’s wasted his time. I tell him again how good it was and that it takes me forever to get off anymore. He grunts. I suggest he check back later. He goes out—letting the door slam. I sigh. The room empties out. I do up my fly and go next door. A burly Black man, who I see here all the time, is actually getting head. He usually just strokes. The man doing him is another regular. I leave them to it, as they seem to have no interest in me joining. I go back to the other theatre. There is a new man, jerking. He is all about the video. The one time I catch his eye, I do the nod to his hard cock—does he want help? He shakes his head and never glances at me or my dick again. I wait for the good cock sucker to come back—but I never see him again. The large Black man comes in. He stands against the back wall and jerks—obviously and man with the beard did not get his load. We make eye contact. He shows off his cock, but seems to not want me to do anything with it. He eyes mine—but just as bate fuel. A very old man comes in. He sits on the bench in front of me. He pulls out his cock. I can’t see it, but I can tell. He jerks—looking only at the threeway on the screen. The door opens again. I pray it is my cocksucker—but no. It is a man with a long hipster beard. The hair on his head is cropped close. He must be in his late 30’s. He would look totally at home behind the counter in a trendy coffee shop. Except he is kneading his crotch. He watches me—and then the Black man against the wall next to me. Back and forth—with an occasional break to watching the screen. Finally, he unzips. This makes the man against the wall jerk faster. I actually slow down. The three of us nod to each other—but neither man moves to me. I start to get up—and the bearded boy instantly turns back to the screen. We stroke. And stroke. We are now watching each other, not the movie. I assume the two younger men are going to go for it. I wait for one to go out the door and into the gay theatre so they can be in faux-privacy in the darkest corner behind the door. And guess, what? Bearded Boy shoves his regulation sized cock back in his pants and goes out. The man on the wall does the same. I stroke. I hear the gay theatre door open through the adjoining wall. I wait. I do myself up and go over. The Black man is nowhere to be seen. Bearded Boy is stroking more openly to the anal sex on the screen here. He nods to me again. And at that moment, the man I think of as the Cock Kisser moves into my line of vision and to his knees to ‘suck’ Bearded Boy. The guy is a horrible sucker—I know from years of him thinking his ‘kisses’ are going to get me off, with just my cock head in his mouth. I go back to the straight theatre and stand to the side so I can watch the guy who was in front of me jerk. Finally, I sit back behind him. I hear the door open and close next door. I go back. Bearded Boy is still there, his pants done up. We nod again. “He get you off?” Bearded Boy shakes his head. “Let me do it right.” I go to my knees and he unzips. He sighs the moment my lips and tongue envelop him. I suck. I tongue his balls, eliciting another groan. “You swallow?” I grunt a ‘yes’ and he gives me the size load most young men shoot… He thanks me profusely—finding his tongue after his orgasm. I have my left hand around his nuts, holding him in place so I can clean his cock. He thanks me again as I finally release him. He leaves. I do one more check. Now both theatres are empty—and looking out the front door, I see the only cars in the lot are the clerks and mine… So much for dropping that load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finishing the Job (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 30, 2023

Jackson—May, 2023 I got a text from Kyle, the Transman I have occasionally played with at the newly redesigned bookstore. He was horny. His texts, usually very succinct, were all about cock and cum and getting railed. We talked about a date at my playroom, but it was obvious that more men would be better than just me. As it is about halfway for both of us, we set a lunch time meet at the bookstore... I get there first. I don’t see his car in the lot. But there is no waiting for the other guy with us—we both love to do some warm up play with others first. I go in. The lounge is busy. I take the tour. One of the glory hole booths is closed off and two of the curtained cabanas. I see some head being given in the more private room near the restroom. I go back to the main cluster of screens, open my fly and stroke myself hard. I have two men circling me almost immediately. A daddy, significantly older than myself, moves in from behind the couch I am sitting on. He reaches across and grabs my cock. His grip is like a vice and his hand is anything but smooth. He sticks a tongue in my ear. I squirm, but not in pleasure. He is hurting me, and I tell him to ease up on his grip. Instead of doing that—he huffs off to find someone else. I let the other man suck me. He does so, enthusiastically. So much so he gets himself off. I wander into the trans porn room. A handsome man, around my age, but built much thicker, is stroking a beer can of a dick. We nod to each other as I sit in the only other chair. He glances over at me. “Damn, that would feel good in my ass.” “Thanks.” “Honestly, I don’t know if I could even take it.” I smile. He reacts to that by standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles. It’s a meaty, hairy ass. He bends to show it off to me. My response is to go to my knees and stick my tongue in it. He groans. I get his tight pucker good and wet. “Stick just the head in me…” I keep rimming him. “Please.” I stand up. His hole has opened nicely. Maybe he takes dick more often than I thought. I push my flared head against him and it pops in. “Fuck,” he groans. I am in him, deep, my full bush scraping against his hairy butt cheeks. I hold. And then begin to fuck. He groans again and strokes his cock in rhythm to my thrusts. And suddenly: “Pull out. I don’t want to shoot.” I do. He spins around and sucks my dick for a fleeting moment. Then pulls up his pants and leaves the lounge, zipping up as he shoulders the door open… * Still no Kyle. I get some expert head from a short man. He is around my age, with a great beard. He pulls me into one of the curtained cabanas. “I can’t do it with a others watching,” he murmurs. I inwardly sigh, but his skills make up for being in a black void. He is on his knees, with me standing over him. He does it all really well—suction, tongue action, wetness—and communicates just how happy he is doing it. I ruffle the hair on his head and sigh contentedly. I am standing so I can see over the curtain rod. I hear the main door open and peer out. Kyle has arrived. I let the man on his knees continue for a bit, for Kyle has latched on to a trucker type and is leading him out of my line of vision. I finally touch the guy’s shoulder and tell him I need to take a break. He sees me headed towards Kyle. He tells me he knows him—and tags along. Kyle is bent over a chair with the trucker’s dick in his mouth. I walk over and playfully swat the full ass that is in the air. Kyle groans around the dick. He reaches down and undoes his belt, never stopping the sucking of the man. I pull the cargo shorts down and expose his ass. I go to my knees and begin exploring with my tongue. The guy who gave me head is standing to the side and opens his pants. He pulls out a nice sized cock. This is suddenly too much for the original guy in Kyle’s mouth. He groans. I can’t tell if he’s shot—but he pulls out of Kyle and leaves. My bearded cock sucker is right there to give Kyle a new dick to suck. I lick Kyle’s ass as my left hand finds his T-cock. I stroke and lick before standing up and sliding into Kyle’s front hole. Kyle groans around the new cock in his mouth. My cocksucker smiles as he watches the dick he’d just sucked fuck into Kyle. Over and over. The angle here is hard on all of us as the chair is quite low to the ground. We break and head for the medical exam table. The bearded guy starts to go with us, and then thinks better of it. He takes off for more cocks he can suck down in the arcade. In the room, Kyle ditches his clothes in a pile on the floor. I adjust the height of the table. Kyle clambers up and I sink down between his legs. I spend a long time licking his hairy ass, his front hole and T-cock. He groans and tells me I am being such a good daddy. This makes my cock ooze, so I stand up and stick it inside him. “Fuck that hole,” he groans. There are two men at the doorway to this room, but neither come in. I am fucking hard now. Kyle reaches down, brushes his T-cock and squirts over my cock. I pull out and go down to lick it up. I make some sort of noise in the back of my throat—a cross between a growl and a moan. I stand up, my beard dripping. I re-enter and fuck harder. Kyle grabs his legs, pulling them back to adjust the angle, so my thrust can go even deeper. Kyle’s hand strays again to his T-cock. “I can’t stop cumming,” he moans. He rubs faster and another shower of squirt drowns my dick. This time I just keep fucking. Hard. “Gonna give me your cum?” Kyle pants out. I nod. I am surprised that I am so close to shooting. He reaches down, rubs, and sends one more shower of squirt out onto my driving cock and balls. That does it. I’m there. I fill him with my load—squirt after squirt. I hold onto to him for a long time—I literally don’t trust myself to move. At last, I go to my knees. I want to taste all the combined juices. My tongue snakes out, cleaning him up so he can go back to work… * There is a coda to this trip— After Kyle left, I ate my packed lunch out in my car. I went back in, sucked off a larger guy and spat his load into a condom. And you will hear more about that another day… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Needs It Long and Hard (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 18, 2023