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Grand Rapids—October, 2021 On the last Saturday of the month, the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween theme. My leather served as my costume. I was glad of it, too, for it was a chilly evening. The whole gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had attended. I still did not find the right combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave themselves to me… I am upstairs. Watching bisexual porn. I am sitting in a large overstuffed chair—the only chair at this porn station. There is a raised platform behind me where couples have been fucking—so far all men. I have stroked to the porn and the sex. More than once the bottom has gotten off the platform, walked over and given me head after his fuck. One time, a top followed and fucked the guy again as the bottom blew me. But right now, I am just fisting my very wet dick. A tall, built Black man comes up the steps and stops as he sees me. I recognize him from the walk to my locker. He was fucking a very loud woman in the downstairs play area. And here he is…his eyes riveted to my cock. “Fuck, you’re big.” I smile and remove my hand to show him all of it. My cock quivers and beads a drop of precum. “Can I suck it?” I nod. He bends, still standing, and licks the precum out of the slit. His tongue is wet and warm. He realizes he can’t take all of me this way, so slowly goes to his knees between my splayed legs. It doesn’t seem to be a position he is in very often. But he gives me excellent head. His tongue work is hot and varied. The amount of suction is good, but he can’t take me deep. He chokes each time he tries. He finally shakes his head and comes up for air. “Do guys really take that thing in their ass?” “Sure.” “I’d like to see that.” “Check in at the sling—I am sure I will be using it tonight.” It’s his turn to grin. When he stands, I see that he has tented his Andrew Christian underwear. “I’ll look for you…” He ambles off. I get up and move to the chair next to the empty sling. This is a much more private area. Almost instantly I have a white man of my age on his knees and sucking my cock. Another comes over. I suck him as he waits his turn to go down on me. The guys switch. I am expecting they will want to fuck, but no. They, too, amble off in search of a new person to share. I stroke. “Daddy, you shouldn’t have to do that.” A young Latino, maybe 35, is standing to my side. He is cute—even carrying a little Covid extra weight. His smile is infectious. He kneels and gives me the best head of the night so far. He pulls off, holding the base in his hand, looking at the cock he has been deep throating. “But this dick needs my ass.” Without waiting for me to respond, he is on his feet, and sitting on the saliva covered fuck stick. He slides down me. Easily. He holds a moment and begins bouncing on me slowly. “You feel so good, Papi, so good!” My hands reach around and work his nipples. He moans and continues his gyrations on my cock. When his legs tire, he pulls off me and swivels around to clean me up. He licks my cock hungrily. Finally he reaches for my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear: “This boy loves the taste of his own ass. Am I a bad boy, Papi?” I tell him no. “What is your name? I am Osvaldo.” I tell him mine. “Fuck me again, please. I like it rough.” He bends so he is holding onto the back of the chair, his fairly hair ass jutting out. I get up and go around. I fall to my knees and bury my face in his ass. This provokes a monologue: “Daddy, eat me….that’s right Papi, eat your boi out…” On and on. He is juicy. I can see why he said he loves the taste of his hole. So do I. It is obvious that he’s been fucked more than by me tonight, and maybe even loaded. I dig my tongue in deeper. I force myself to stop. I stand up and slide into him again. Osvaldo croons as I fuck. This time I am in control of the speed and the depth. I look up. It’s the bi-sexual guy who gave me head. He watches. Then he comes around to my side so he can really see me plow into the hot, wet hole. I slow down the pounding I am giving Osvaldo and start a much slower speed, pulling back until just the tip on my cock is left in him. “Damn…” Osvaldo loves an audience. He asks if the other man wants his mouth. The guy doesn’t move. He is fascinated by my very white cock splitting the cinnamon colored mounds of Osvaldo. I pick up the speed again. I rail into Osvaldo, slapping his ass just once with a resounding whack. “You want a turn?” I ask my observer. He thinks a long moment before shaking his head and walking away. “But I do,” says another voice behind me. A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there. He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder. “You want another cock?” I bark out. Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is. “Fuck me!” I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass. “Now this is gonna be fun…” To be continued. The original was posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party: "You Want Another Cock?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 2, 2022

Jackson—September, 2021 I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon. I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong. I drove all the way home. I self quarantined. All was fine. Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time. I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock. But as I realized I was fine, that old churning in my balls returned. I knew I did not want to start up again in my usual bookstore—I just wasn’t ready for ‘all the usual suspects.’ So I went the other direction—to the bookstore with the huge space and semi private areas set up for viewing each different genre of porn… I am the only man in the place at 11:30am. So much for the idea of some sort of ‘lunch crowd.’ I stroke half-heartedly to some gay porn on a big screen television. It keeps flipping to a new scene before the cum shots of the current one. I hear footsteps. Two younger men arrive, likely in their early 30’s. They are both attractive and of opposite types. One is tall and gangly with rather long hair. The other is a cub and fairly short. A nest of chest hair is showing from the topped of his ripped Tee. The tall one goggles at my dick—and leaves. The Cub kneels and asks politely if he can suck me. I spread my legs farther apart as way of an answer. He starts on my balls. A good sign. He licks each hairy sack with his thick tongue. He leaves them very wet before inching his way up my cock. When he finally reaches my big mushroom head, he moans, ovals his mouth and glides down my entire shaft. He feels amazing. With nary a tooth. Then he is back to licking every inch of shaft—from every angle he can from where he kneels. I close my eyes and let him take his pleasure. He needs no guidance, such as a hand telling him to take me deep. He is back to my balls. Then deep throating me. Now, licking my perineum. I hear a noise and open my eyes. Someone else is coming in. It is an older man, shuffling along, barely lifting his feet. He gropes himself as he watches me be serviced. But the Cub is not pleased. He gets up and sits in a chair on the opposite wall in this smallest of rooms. The old man shuffles away. A young, stocky Latino arrives. He just starts sucking me without asking. “You’re huge,” he chokes out, looking first at me and then to the Cub. The Cub, smirks, not at all put out by this interruption. The Latino is good, but gives up saying his jaw hurts. The Cub comes back, kneels and gives me more of his expert service. When another older man arrives—he stands up, zips up and leaves. I wander. I find the lanky guy in the Trans video area. He is stroking a tiny cock. He beckons me over, with the hand that is not doing the stroking. “Let me try sucking that…” I unbutton and let him have a go. He’s not bad, but nowhere near as good as the other two cocksuckers of the day. I finally call a break when food sounds more interesting than sex. I retire to the cooler in my car and eat… * When I come back in there are lots more men—and less action. I find the Cub at the bigger screen of gay movies. He is on the couch and stroking his thick cock. I pull out mine. He makes no move to come back to me, so I kneel and give him some head. He sighs—and seems pleased. He leans back so I can get to his low hanging balls. I give each a bath. He leans into the back couch cushion a little more. My tongue finds his perineum. I leave it wet and slip down a little more. My tongue makes contact with his tight pucker. He groans. “He wants you to fuck him.” I glance up. It’s the tall, lanky guy. I look at the Cub. “You want my dick?” “I want your load,” he says, rather sheepishly. I begin eating his ass with fervor. I want him good and wet. “Fuck, yeah. I want you to breed my Boyfriend.” Lanky guy is hot at the thought. He opens his fly and begins stroking his tiny cock. I move around. I am kneeling on the hard tile…but my cock is in perfect line for his ass. “You want this raw cock?” He nods. His fist finds his thick dick. I work myself in—easier than I expect. “Fuck that’s hot,” Lanky Boyfriend chimes in. “Give it to him.” I love this scene. I love partners who let their partners play. The Cub groans as I bottom out in him. “Fuck…” he hisses. “That’s a lot of dick.” Lanky BF sighs. I hold one more second—and begin a slow fuck. “You are such a good whore,” LBF says proudly. I increase my pace. The Cub is totally into it. His hole is as skilled as his mouth. He is squeezing me just right. Suddenly the Cub explodes. Most is all over his chest and his tee-shirt which he didn’t pull high enough. But the first two shots are on me. And it’s my trigger. Nothing here today will be better…and my cock knows it. I breed the Cub as his Lanky Boyfriend moves to hug him. I feel great as I pull out…it only would have been better if they had both cleaned my cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Permission to Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 16, 2021

Not my MOST recent, but I was playing with a group during the winter at the very large apartment of a couple I know down in Jersey City. It was still fairly early and though we had been doing some puffing on the glass cock, we were waiting for their candy man to arrive. In the past whenever he'd come during a party, he had his girlfriend with him and one or both of the hosts would meet him on the stairs and no one else would ever see him. I was surprised to hear steps coming up from the lower level, and Tom my host escorts this stocky good-looking Cubano guy into the video room on the top floor, then calls me in because I needed this guy's help. Seems the candy man had a fight with his girlfriend and broke up, so he came upstairs this time. Introduces himself to me as Victor and pulls out his glass pipe, loads it up and passes it round - says "SHIIIIIT MAN!" when he sees the outrageous sized shotgun hit I give Tom - and asks me for one. I asked him was he sure, and he told me we didn't need to lock lips or anything. I did and each time the pipe came back to me I did it again. And each time he held me longer and pulled me closer. Tom encouraged him to "get comfortable" so he pulled off shirt, shoes and socks. Looking at the porn, seeing the guys two rooms away naked and fucking (the apartment is a railroad flat with rooms one after the other in an old corner building, my friends love a bit of window play for the gay guys across the street to check out what's happening) , and Tom and I in jocks and harnesses, Victor shortly dropped his jeans to just his grey boxer briefs. There was a big package in there... Victor mentioned that gay guys had it so much easier when it came to sex, he sees this all the time wherever he delivers and is jealous of how much fun we can have and how OUR partners don't have a problem with us fucking someone else, in fact they like it. Tom says, well, why not have some fun here tonight and no one has to know - it won't make you gay, especially if you just want to get your rocks off. Victor asked whether or not we'd feel degraded or something if he just let us service him, but we told him "not really, so long as we all know it's just for fun". He said he was game but needed to start slow. Tom told him I'd be the perfect one to ease him in, and went to let the other guys know what was happening. Now in these party situations where we're playing with favors, I mostly wind up topping as I still get hard, and get bummed when I don't get to bottom at all... so, I knelt down, pulled the briefs down and started to suck on a very thick, brown, uncut spud of a cock. He liked it, a lot. We fired up the torch and I blew clouds around his cock, his balls as I tongued them, and even blew some up his hole when I gave him his (presumably) first rimming. Then, having greased my hole as he loaded the pipe, I sat down on his cock, facing him while he took more hits himself, going all the way to his lap in one motion. This he REALLY liked and frankly, so did I. After his surprised cough, we kept exchanging shotgun hits of white clouds, but then he really started to kiss me - deep and wet and long. I worked my butt muscles and he started to really pound up into me, shortly howling as he blew a load up my hole... AWESOME! I don't get seeded very often, so I was really hot over this - I mean come on - a straight "candy-man's" load? Seriously? He actually came into the bedroom and got into the group a bit - let everyone suck him and rim him, he fucked a few guys, kissed a couple and even sucked a couple of dicks for a short bit. He blew another load up my butt with me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, then had to leave. He thanked us all for a good time, and decided it probably wouldn't be his last! As it turns out, it wasn't - he's been back a few times...