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Three and a half inches is the width of a credit card. Or the length of a microdick - a term that I despise. There is a Top in Indianapolis who fucking terrifies me because every time he encounters me at a bathhouse he reduces me to a quivering puddle of post-anal-orgasmic jelly using just such a cock. Attached to him, it is a fearsome weapon. I encountered another one today as I was hosting in Nashville. In the last minutes before I had to close up shop to leave, a man contacted me on Sniffies: ”Do you accept small cocks?” He asked. “I accept all cocks,” I replied. He sent a picture. It was small, all right. ”Do you think we could make that work?” He asked. This seemed a slightly odd question, but I said that as long as it could get hard we could do something. He replied, “Good, because I want to try this.” By ‘this’, it turns out, he meant ‘have sexual intercourse’ which he had not yet done in his 34 years of life. So, suddenly it became rather important that this go well. (He had never been given head, either.) He was a grower, not a shower, and was significantly overweight, so his cock wasn’t initially visible and I had to feel for it. Once I found it and got my mouth around it, however, it stiffened up right away; there was enough to work with. I knew right off that the only way to guarantee penetration would be a gravity assist with me coming down on him from above. With that kind of overweight anatomy, it’s difficult for a man to see what he’s doing if he’s the one mounting an ass, plus there needs to be a minimum of ass cleavage on the way to the hole. I was going to have to spread wide, aim my hole for the spike, and impale. If successful, all he would have to do would be to stay hard. I was surprised at first by the depth of the penetration, but then reminded myself that a heavy guy like that has some padding in the groin that can conceal an inch or more of cock length, and I was compressing it with my weight. Still, in-and-out thrusting was out of the question. It would have to be a rocking ride in which I discovered that he had enough length, at three and a half inches, to rub my prostate. This is unsurprising if you think it through - you know the index finger the proctologist uses to give you a prostate check? Measure its length. (Hint: It ain’t nine inches long.) He did not last three and a half minutes before I heard him say, “You want this load?” ”Of course I do.” This is why I go to hotels and bathhouses and let men I don’t know and sometimes never see use my body for acts that some in society consider unsavory and wanton at best, disgusting and immoral at worst. Not for the loads, though that man’s short dick shot volumes, and was my twelfth load of the night. Not for the ecstatic physical release that I receive, because no one attempts to give me that in return, nor is it expected. I go out and hike my ass in the air for the sake of the man for whom that ass is his first time, and it is within my power to make sure that turning point in his life is a triumph. He entered my door a man so uncertain of himself and his small dick that he didn’t even know if he could fuck; he left a bona fide member of the brotherhood of Men Who Have Bred Another Man. No one can take that away from him. As I write this, it’s very rewarding to me to have his load inside me. I can be proud of my own three and a half inches, the three and a half inches of cunt that he rode to victory.

Near Home—October, 2022 It was the last Saturday of October. I had the night off from a temporary gig I was working. I thought about going to one of the bigger sex venues to ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but in the end, I saved money and time by going to my usual haunt. No costumes. Just horny men… As I park the car, there are very few spots. Always a good sign. I go in, pay—and sit in the straight theatre. It is packed. The last Saturday I was here I had been just about the only white guy in the room. Tonight, it is about 50/50. I get my dick out and stroke. Maybe half the men here are working their meat. I glance to the side. A muscular young daddy type—the kind with the stroller in the backseat of his car—is stroking very surreptitiously across the room from me. He uses his left hand. The right covers his cock from my wandering eye. His eyes are glued to the screen where the faux step-mother is seducing her equally faux step-son. He openly groans as her mouth touches the erection in the video. As the sex begins on the screen, I am aware of sex happening for real behind me. A quick glance shows a bear in the cocksucker’s seat sucking one man and stroking another. I look at the young daddy. The hand shielding his cock has fallen away. He stroking a thick, uncut cock. And he catches me looking at it. I nod a friendly hello, thinking there is no way he’s cruising for man-on-man action. He nods to me and looks back at the screen. My cock drools a little. I work the precum around the head and bring a sticky finger up to my mouth. I look at him again. He’s caught me doing it. He gives me a crooked grin—and mimics me—bringing a precum loaded finger to his mouth. It’s my turn to smile. We watch the movie. It’s a short scene. The young man onscreen blows the obligatory load in the step-mom’s mouth. I look back to the back wall when I hear a man groan. A cock is discharging back there, too. I feel him next to me before I see him when I turn back. Baby Daddy is right in front of me. Here he is, his hand wrapped around his thick, uncut beauty. We smile once more. I lean forward—but he’s too fast for me. He is on his knees and sucking me. Well, fuck! The sex temperature in the room skyrockets. Everyone can see us. Others start playing. One very large man waddles down to stand at my shoulder and watch me be serviced. I look back at my enthusiastic sucker. He’s good if not great. Maybe he doesn’t get much chance to play. I nudge him off my dick and murmur “Lick my balls.” He does—beating his own cock faster. Once they are good and wet, he goes back to suck my shaft. “He likes it,” the large guy, standing to my left, chuckles. He pulls out his cocktail sausage of a cock as he continues watching. In moments the big guy announces he’s cumming. Without any hesitation, Baby Daddy rises up enough to take the guy in his mouth. The big guy is wracked with his orgasm—and it is also enough for my sucker to shoot all over the floor as he swallows the big guy’s cum. He sort of apologizes to me and takes off… * I have moved to the gay side. A hot Black guy in his late 20’s is there, stroking a long thin cock. I sit next to him—the only seat left open. A heavier guy, who often sucks my cock here, nods to me. I nod back and spread my legs. He comes over and carefully goes to his knees. “He any good?” asks the young man next to me. He is wearing a bright yellow track suit—allowing easy access to his long dick. I nod. He is actually occasionally toothy—but I’d like to see him go back and forth between our cocks. Eventually I nudge him towards Track Suit. The sucker is eager. Track Suit willing. The big guy goes back and forth between us until his knees give out. A white guy, in great shape for over 50, has been watching us from behind. He kneels in front of me after the big guy leaves the room. His mouth is one of those that is perfect for sucking. He revels in taking me fully down his throat (the first guy tonight who has done this.) I keep ruffling the greying hair on his head as he bottoms out. My contentment must show for Track Suit beats his cock harder. “You should let him suck you,” I sigh. Grey Hair is eager to show off his skills. It is every bit as hot to watch him do the man next to me. He takes the thinner cock like it’s a breadstick, never chocking on it at all. He is also good at sensing when it is time to come back to me…and then later, back to Track Suit. Both of us sitting there, with our legs splayed open and letting this guy crawl from one to the other of us, are not in any hurry to shoot. Eventually, it’s too much for the guy doing the servicing. I thank him as he gets up and goes back to the arcade. "You suck dick, daddy?" I tell Track Suit that I do. “I like it,” he says, “but it doesn’t get me off. I need to fuck for that.” I agree with him that that is how I usually get off. But I do sample his dick. He’s long and thin, great for deep throat without any worry of gagging. He seems to enjoy what I do, for his hands are always on my freshly cropped head, rubbing the stubble sensuously. A young Latin comes in. I know him from here. And have fucked him. He talks a blue streak about us taking turns on his ass. We are so ready for that. But the Latin never shuts up and bends over. He suddenly goes out the door—all talk and no action. “I guess you better do some more on me,” says Track Suit. He stands up. “I’ll try to give you a mouthful of cum.” I go to my knees. He grabs my ears and begins a slow fuck of my face. “You know how to suck, Daddy. Keep that up…” He continues on in this vein, as his long thin dick pistons in and out of my mouth. I stop stroking myself. I need to concentrate. He builds up his tempo. Faster and faster. And he’s there---and I’m there, too. Without even touching my cock… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: CockSucker's Paradise (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 23, 2022