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My Playroom—July, 2023 I had a lot of sex in early July. It reminded me of what I was like a couple of decades ago. The very next day, after my breeding the young man in his apartment, I got a text from the bearded guy who had gotten me off in the bookstore. We had exchanged numbers as we left that day. (If you want a refresher, he appears in “Do You Think I Can Take It?”) Kieran was eager. He loved oral sex, but he really wanted to feel me go up his ass after he had sat next to me, jerking to the anal sex I’d had with another man right in front of him. He was married, I knew, and had very specific days he could meet. He came to the playroom right after lunch, so he could have as much time as possible with me… I am already in boots and jock, covered by my robe, as I answer the door. We go right downstairs. Kieran is impressed with the playroom. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he says as he starts to strip. I toss my robe on the door knob and sit on the bed. “Damn, there are mirrors everywhere,” he continues as he removes his boxers. His cock is hard and ready. Kieran is likely 5 to 10 years younger than myself. He is built thick and stocky. The hair on his head is cropped short, but his beard is luxurious and long. He comes over to the bed. I spread my legs, giving him room to lie between them. (I remember him telling me at the bookstore his knees are bad.) His mouth envelops my cock. He takes me to the root, almost immediately. His beard brushes my balls. It’s almost like having two men on me at the same time. My cock begins drooling out precum. Kieran noisily laps it up, savoring the taste. “Lick my balls.” He grunts an affirmative—but stays on my cock for a few more moments. Then that constantly moving tongue snakes it’s way down my shaft and begins to wet each hairy orb. He licks them. He carefully takes one a time into his mouth. This makes me moan. And this causes his tongue to work even harder. I really want to lick his ass—and I tell him so. “Where do you want me?” “I think the bench will be easiest,” I suggest. He has never been on a fuck bench. It takes a moment for me to help him get his legs in the right position to get his ass lower. He relaxes the moment I’m done. The position suddenly feels right—and his ass is at it’s most vulnerable. I kneel and dig in. This is new for us. My tongue and the idea that he is on a piece of furniture that is designed for sex is making him really excited. His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down to the mat and towel under the bench. A steady stream of precum is dripping from it. I catch some with my fingers and smear it on his hole—only to lick it up. Kieran moans. “You are making me feel so good. Like I’m in some damn porn flick.” I grin—but he can’t possibly tell as my face is still plastered in his ass crack. It is not a virgin hole—but certainly not one that gets a lot of use. I work diligently to get it relaxed and slightly open. Finally, I stand up. “Give me your cock.” The head pops in. I stop. He pants. I could wish he was a poppers guy—they would be useful right now. I pull out, lick his some more and go back in. I now have half my dick in him. I pause again. He pants. I inch in a little more. And a little more. I pull out again, re-lube and push into him. He has all of me now, but for the last inch. I begin a slow fuck, and Kieran begins to groan. Loudly. “Sorry, can anybody hear me?” I assure him the woman in the other half of my duplex is slightly deaf and never goes into her basement. His moans fill the room as I fuck him for the first time. I plow in and out for a good five minutes, but never get that last inch into him. I pull out and bring him my cock to suck. He has that moment of hesitation, but the latent pig in him wins. He tastes me tentatively. And then ravenously. “I taste really good,” he says in wonder, after I pull out of his mouth. “You do. Why do you think I spend so much time down there?” I move back to his ass. “Would you take a picture of your cock in me?” I grab the camera. I snap one for him. And my readers. I fuck again. He cleans me up. And I suggest we should get him off his knees, though he tells me the padded bench caused no pain at all. We move to the sling. This is new, too. I have the sling high, so he has to jump slightly to get onto it. We manage and he relaxes. Totally. I rim his now open hole. I stand up—and sink every inch of my engorged dick into him. He groans as I tell him he finally has all of me. His eyes go back and forth from being tightly closed—and concentrating on my cock reaming into him—to wide open and watching it split him in two in the mirror above him. I take a rest break and use the smallest butt plug on his now open hole. He relaxes even more. When I go back to me—I can finally fuck him hard and fast—with him begging for it. We break on the bed. “I want to taste my ass on your cock again.” He greedily devours me. I love the expression on his face as he does something he never thought of doing before—and getting so much pleasure out of it. To change things up, I suck his still hard cock for a moment. But he is too excited for me to do much—and doesn’t want to cum. Yet. We go back to the sling. “I want to see your face when I shoot in you,” I tell him. He agrees. I rim him for a bit. This gets me very close. I can hear him jerking his cock. I stand up and slide in. “I want you to breed me,” he pants. “Not many men have…” I increase the tempo of my thrusts. “Do it,” he groans, egging me on. “Take it,” I grunt out. “Take my load…” And it’s there, firing deep inside of him. His hand stops for a second to concentrate on me and his ass. But then he is jerking again—desperate to get off with me still inside him. As if I was going anywhere until he shoots all over himself… The original, with a pic, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Like I'm In Some Damn Porn Flick..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 1, 2023

So.... i've been chilling out today, doing the usual Sunday thing... wanking myself into an oblivion, and wondering where i can get a load from. Been going on BBRT, and started chatting to people around the world. There is this unbelievably gorgeous 25 yr old Aussie bloke who lives in Brisbane, and we chatted and cam'd for each other all afternoon. Then unexpectedly a mate who i have never met, but has been a facebook friend, for almost a year, and doesn't know my dark side, txt me. So we agreed to meet up, and well, he came over, and one thing led to another and myself bent over, with him lubing up his cock with no condom. PRAISE GOD!!! - Here is a very cute 20 yr old who knows what he wants. Bareback hole! maybe christchuch isn't that conservative anymore... or i don't know. So anyways, again, gorgeous guy, nice body, killer smile, lubing up his rubber free cock, and he sticks it in me. He fucked me in every position under the sun for about 45 minutes, none stop. My cumhole was getting to a point of frustration, as the cum was almost there, and fuck, all i wanted was that load from that huge cock, pounding me non stop! So finally he shoots a huge load in me. i feel his warm seed flooding my guts, (fucking marvellous), but no.... he doesn't pull out. He continues fucking... for another 30 minutes, and rewards my endurance with another huge load. lets just say my hole is fucked.... taking those 2 loads of seed from him... it was just such a wonderful unexpected surprise. he's so keen on my hole, he wants to come over tomorrow night. so I'll keep updated. Link: originally posted on March 15 2010

West Michigan—July, 2023 It was the 4th of July. I still had almost two weeks before I began a rather short work contract. I wanted my balls to be as empty as possible, so I could concentrate on the project at hand. I did my morning check of the few hook-up sites I still use occasionally. On the most vanilla site was a picture of a beautiful young ass. I clicked the profile. He was fairly local—and not in some Balkan country looking for a ‘pen pal.’ And he was online at the moment. We chatted. He loved the sound of the playroom but he had to be on call today for his job—meaning he had to stay at home. Would I consider coming to him? He thought that if we met later in the day, there would be little chance he would be needed at work. Now, it has been ages since I went to an unknown man’s house for sex. Men want the playroom or I visit long time fuck buds or I want to meet them at a venue where sex happens. But for whatever reason I agreed. Later that day, I checked in with him--about an hour before I was due there. He replied his work phone had been silent. He gave me the address and I left home. It felt very odd. I had a flash back to 20 years ago, when I did this regularly. I never really liked not knowing where I was going—or exactly what I would find when I got there. I found his street easily. But there was no house number that matched. Then I realized it was an apartment complex, set way back from the road. There were many buildings, each with its own number—and I finally found his. I looked at his text, he had not sent an apartment number. I went up the steps to see if his first name, for of course I didn’t know a surname, was on a mailbox. The lobby door was locked. I sent him a text, telling him where I was. He answered he’d be right there. Then I got a “where are you?” text. He had gone to another entrance. I said I’d stay where I was—and he found me a few minutes later. Jaylen likely goes to the local university or is just out of it. He is white and just under six feet tall, which helps him carry some extra pounds. His hair is long. Really long. He seems to like the idea of giving his ass to a daddy. His face lights up when he sees me. It has been even longer since I have been in someone’s first apartment. It is furnished with just what you can afford at that age. I can’t tell if there is a roommate, but I think so, as there seems to be another bed room—and too many towels for one person in the bathroom. His bed is ready for play, the spread turned down and lots of extra pillows for potential support… “Do you like getting head,” he asks, his eyes not on me but on the bed. “Sure.” I start to strip. So does he. Once naked, he asks me to sit on the bed. He tosses a pillow to the floor and kneels on it. After the drive and the confusion of where to go, my cock is still soft. His tongue soon makes me forget all that, and I’m soon ready to go. “Let me eat your ass. That will make me really hard…” He clambers up and gets on all fours. I pull apart his ample ass cheeks. My tongue finds his hole. He groans—and my cock begins to drool. I lick and spit. Jaylen is tight. Finally, I pull back from his now wet hole and say “You want me in you? Raw?” I want the words spoken. “Yes,” he groans. “I’m on PrEP.” “Good boy.” I lick his slightly open hole. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Jaylen rolls away from me. “I have a request…” “Sure…” “Can I sit on you? I think I need to. To open myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked.” I lie down. Jaylen lubes my dick with a thick lubricant. Facing me, he positions his legs by my hips and slowly sinks down on the head of my cock. He takes it—and stops. He pulls off me and does it again. I think a little more goes in—I can’t quite tell. And again. This time he has half of me in his super tight hole. He doesn’t pull off, he just waits for a moment, before taking all my inches. He grinds himself down on my pubes. Jaylen is panting. “Feels so good…” he murmurs. He squeezes his ass around my cock. Damn, this guy is tight. He begins a slow up and down movement. I love the look on his face: his eyes closed in concentration and look of bliss each time he takes the full length. He increases the speed of his bounce. I begin thrusting up to meet him. He groans and I tell him I like how me takes my dick. Finally, his legs tire. He pulls off me and rolls onto the bed. “On your knees; ass by the edge of the bed.” Me moves into place, a pillow under him. I surprise him by tasting his ass again. “Nobody does that…” he murmurs. I am ready to really plow him. I stand up and slide in. I pump, slow and steady at first, building fast. I see his hand going to his own cock. He jerks as I fuck. I feel his ass tighten down again. This time I think it’s involuntary. I think he’s going to shoot. “Stop! Please…” I do. “If I cum I’ll have to stop.” “Do you want to shoot?” “I…I don’t know if my ass can take much more.” I am not surprised. But he has taken a good ass stretching. He flips over onto his back. The pillow is now under his ass to get him to the right height with my long legs. His cock is now very hard and an angry red. I am not very close to shooting. I eat his well fucked hole once more. That helps. I slip inside him. He locks eyes with me and begins to stroke. In moments I see his dick swell. His ass tightens down. And, surprise, that tightness does it for me. I shoot into his butt with a vocal roar. He splatters his chest with his own load, as I marinate in all my cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Want Me in You? Raw?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 30, 2023

Another Real Experience (x 2!) PART TWO - the Porn Star and the Trucker Part Two, The Trucker So, as mentioned in Part One of this double post, I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid recently and it brought back two very hot and very different experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. Part One was about Scott O’Hara, now it’s time to talk about the Trucker… A few years back I was up by the New York/Connecticut border by I-84/684 for a workshop I was conducting. Knowing I’d be heading south in Upper Westchester I had contacted a pair of pig buds who have a home or actually, kind of more of a “compound” really, in the far north of Westchester to see if they’d want me to stop by for some parTy Time on my way home. They were very much up for it, so prior to the workshop I had cleaned out and I was wearing 501s, a black t-shirt and my engineer boots; which I knew would not be out of place at the Acting Workshop I was going to be conducting, strange as that may sound to some. I always got a bit horny conducting these workshops for the 18-20 year old theater students, so stopping at my friends’ place after was perfect. Perfect seldom stays perfect, and that’s what happened that evening. There was an electrical fire at the school where I was conducting the workshop which required clearing the building and ending the workshop an hour and a half early. I texted my buds to see if I could come early, something that normally would not have been too much of a problem, but they texted back that they were stuck in NYC and the train they’d be coming back on would not get them home for another 3 hours, and unusually, there was no one at their place that could let me in until they all arrived back together. Fortunately, they suggested that to pass a few hours until then, since going home and coming back would be flat out stupid and they did NOT want to give up our playdaTe, I should check out the Truck Stop on I-684 near Brewster. They said I could likely find some action to keep me busy and might even find someone hot to bring along for our session later. That sounded like a plan to me, so I headed my car in the direction of I-684. Now since I was a teenager, I’d had many a hot time at truck stops and rest areas all over the country, but interestingly though I’d played with Truckers among others at such locations, we’d always played in the woods, the men’s room itself, or gone elsewhere. Up until this time, in more than 20 years of hooking up at such places, I’d never been inside the cab of any Truck. I’d also had less chances to play at such places as the older I got, the far less time I spent driving all over the country for shows, and the far more time I spent at home in the NY metro area – where such locations with action and no hassle became fewer and fewer as the years went by. I pulled off the highway and rather than park with most of the few passenger cars, I parked further away and closer to the couple of big rigs that were there without making the location I chose totally suspicious. Checking to see that no one but someone in one of the rigs could see me, I pulled my small “travel pipe” out of my leather motorcycle jacket along with my torch and took a few quick hits of T. After blowing a couple of clouds, I cooled it off and carefully packed them back into the hidden special pockets hidden in the lining of my jacket, then zipped up and got out of the car. Once out, I pretty obviously adjusted the package in my 501s while pointedly looking in the direction of the parked rigs, and then sauntered toward the rest area building. There didn’t seem to be any obvious paths running back into the woods and so I assumed any action either occurred inside the building or inside the vehicles. Stopping to read pretty much every sign and map posted outside, I hoped I was at once giving a signal and at the same time wasn’t being too obvious. A smaller, wiry blond white guy in jeans, sneakers, denim jacket and cowboy hat stepped from the shadows behind me and quite obviously groped himself, showing a lot of package for a little guy. I groped myself in response and he jerked his head towards the men’s room, mouthing “follow me”. I followed into the men’s room and rather than going to one of the stalls he led me to the most remote urinals and whipped out his dick starting a heavy piss, while indicating me to do the same one urinal over rather than right next to him. Actually needing to piss as well, a minute passed while we both took care of business. The room seemed pretty deserted as I subtly looked around and he whispered, “lookin’ for action?” I nodded yes and he chuckled softly when he said, “…thought so when I saw you givin’ our girl Tina a kiss before getting out of your car. You okay talkin’ in my truck? This place ain’t too safe.” I nodded yes, and he indicated for me to follow. Trying not to be too obvious, I trailed about 20 feet behind him back toward my car and his truck. He continued past my car to the first rig parked closest to me. Checking to see that no one “inappropriate” might be watching, he popped the passenger door of the cab and told me to jump in. I got in quickly while he jumped up from the driver’s side and then pulled some shades down in the windows. He laughed a bit as he whipped out a glass pipe that was already loaded and took a nice big pull on it before handing it and his torch to me. “I’m only cool with lightin’ up right away ‘cuz I already seen you hit your own pipe earlier,” he said as I warmed the bowl and breathed in the curling white vapor. “Name’s Tom” he said as I blew out my cloud. I introduced myself and he asked what I was up to, and I told him my tale of my workshop ending early and my buds coming home late and looking to play until then, and the possibility of continuing later. He liked the sound of everything I said, but let me know that the rest area we were in had very recently become dangerous as it was being regularly patrolled by the State Police who came through on an almost predictable schedule at night. Any car like mine that was there without the driver inside on two consecutive trips through the lot was suspicious and they would begin to look for the driver assuming there was something going on. “We can play in my rig until your buds are ready for us, but we gotta’ get your auto out of here and elsewhere… there’s a diner right off the next exit where you can leave it for now and we’ll head back on goin’ north and park and play in the northbound rest stop until your buds call, then we’ll head back to your car, leave my rig in the truck parking at the diner and head to their place in your vehicle. Cool?” I nodded yes. “Then follow me bud.” He pulled the shades back a bit, took a look around the lot and since the coast was clear, indicated that I should hurry to my car. I did, and followed his truck as he pulled out of the lot. The next exit and the Diner were not too far away and I parked, grabbed my play bag, and walked over to his rig and got back in the front passenger seat. I got in and pulled the door behind me and laughed when he pulled his jacket aside to show he was naked from the waist down, except for his sneakers. “Pull them pants off and let me see what all I’ll be workin’ with this evening, while I get us someplace more private,” he suggested. As he pulled back onto the road I unlaced my boots and pulled my jeans and black jock strap down and off leaving them in a lump at my feet. My half-hard cock was surrounded by a black leather snap cock ring and he looked at me smiling, saying “fuck yeah”. He got back on the Interstate going north and headed for the northbound twin to the same rest area we met at. He pulled in and parked between to other rigs and proceeded to pull the shades back over the windows. He grabbed his kit with his pipe and pulled himself up into what looked like a loft above the main part of the cab, saying “come on up bud – the boots are hot but please leave ‘em down there, this ain’t the place for ‘em. In fact, get naked down there and just pull yourself up!” I ditched the rest of my clothes, while pulling my supplies and pipe from my jacket and popping them in my play bag and pulled myself up and into his bed/loft/whatever. When I got myself in and my eyes began to adjust, I saw there was a small screen playing some pretty hot looking BB gay porn, scattered pillows, a few bottles of lube and such, and Tom sitting cross-legged heating up the bowl of an even larger bong. He was a wiry little guy, as I said, covered with lots of tribal tatts and several body piercings, with a hairy chest and very hairy legs. Between his legs was a half-hard cock that appeared to be not particularly long, but nicely thick and HUGE balls that explained the big bulge he pushed in his jeans. I liked what I saw, he looked like fun, and the setting was VERY hot to me. He apparently liked what he saw too. I had worn my leather harness under my clothes, so it was in place and highlighting my pecs as I pulled myself over to him. “Fuck yeah, got me a leather muscle daddy… hot damn! I seen you blowin’ some huge clouds daddy, y’all ever share it – you know, shotgun?” “One of my favorite ways to indulge,” I let him know, before sucking in a huge hit, pulling his face to mine and slowly releasing a very large hit into his mouth while his eyes grew wider and wider. As we smoked we started stroking each other’s dicks, and feeling each other up. We chatted about what we were into, and we were both pleased to find the other versatile AND to find the other all ready to play – cleaned inside and out, with just some sweat and musk from the couple of hours since we’d each gotten prepped. Though the porn was hot and so was he, and he was definitely into me as well, it was a bit disappointing that we were both only semi-hard. I was about to scrounge a “vitamin v” from my play bag to split with him, when he stopped me and said he had something better. Seems he kept Caverject in his hidden supply area and though I’d only done it once before and was frankly wary of needles near my pride and joy, I let him shoot both our cocks with a shot and soon we both were sporting major solid wood. We sixty-nined our dicks, and then dove for the holes – he with as much enthusiasm for rimming a hairy hole as me! We took turns sucking, rimming and fucking each other, and passing around both of our pipes. He got on his radio for a bit and found another trucker in one of the other trucks who wanted to join us for a bit and shortly we had a third climbing into the rig and up to our perch… a big hairy bear of a man with a bit of belly, a big fat long cock, a heavy Boston accent, and a horny mind. He puffed up too and Tom gave him the cock shot, and soon he was happily switching back and forth from my hairy hole to Tom’s. He didn’t get fucked, but he was clean, so we each rimmed him while the other was being topped, and he was thrilled to be able to fuck both of us bareback – something he didn’t get to do too often. After dumping two loads, he took his leave of us, and we went back to pleasuring each other. I checked with my buds and sure enough they were on their way home from the train station and told us to head over, excited that I had managed to score a trucker to play with us. Tom pulled the rig back onto the highway, got off the next exit and got back on headed south. We passed the rest area where we met and continued to the next exit and headed for the diner. He locked his rig up in the rear of the diner lot where there were a couple of other trucks, and climbed into my car. Ten minutes later we pulled into the long hidden driveway of my buddies home and discovered my two pals – one a white bearish daddy, the other a younger tall lean Hispanic guy – along with their tenant Bobby who was another bear type, a hot trim Black guy and as usual, a twink who was already flying. Clothes flew, and we all headed to the hot tub outside, and proceeded to party, fuck, fist, suck, rim, double fuck and more until it was time for me to head out. My Hispanic bud promised to bring Tom back to his truck when they were done, and I headed home pleased that I had FINALLY had sex in a big rig!