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My Playroom—February, 2023 Evan came to the playroom on the last Friday night of the month. He had found me on Asspig, the fisting site, a couple of years ago. He lives two states away and has driven in each time we’ve met. We play, eat dinner and then he spends the night on the bed in the playroom. I think this is his fifth trip to see me. He had purchased some new toys. I encouraged him to bring them. I have my regular ones, but I know that he loves a variety of shapes and sizes up his ass. He arrived late in the afternoon with a backpack full of goodies for the playroom… And flowers for me. Really. I don’t think any man has brought me a bouquet on a fisting date. Usually, the only rosebuds in my house are the ones I help nurture while they are in the sling. Truthfully, I was touched. And told him so. Evan had a drink to relax him from the drive, while I sipped my tea. We chatted about this and that as I hunted for a vase. Something, I soon realized, I don’t have. Eventually he went off to check his clean out and I stripped down, after having found a 19th century pancake batter jug for the flowers… Evan has made it down to the playroom. He is in a red jock—and kneeling expectantly. He is a short man, fit, and has a lovely, pliable ass. He may be all about his hole, but he loves my cock before fingers, hands and toys. He pulls aside the still very clean jock I am grunging up for a friend. He sucks me hard—and eagerly climbs up on the bench. I snap a picture of his ass before I kneel and tongue his hole open. PIC My cock goes into him. All of it. He is so ready. I fuck. PIC I ask if he wants to taste his ass. He does. Just the idea of it makes him shiver. He licks me clean and I go back to fucking. Soon enough I add the eggheaded dildo. “This is the one you add your cock with…?” he begins, but breaks off for a popper hit. The toy glides home. I stretch it down and add my cock. He feels really full now. I fuck. I pull out, lift the toy up and slide in again, my dick now under the toy. The first way feels better, so I go back to it. We fuck for quite some time. When I need to catch my breath, I go to the speculum. This is different for him—I usually use it in the sling, when he is on his back. He likes the stretch and encourages me to open it just a little farther. It is easily wide enough now to add my cock. I fuck him again, this time stretched with the stainless steel. I close the speculum down and insert the small pink butt plug from my collection. It is too small. I upgrade to the bigger black one. I want him to keep the stretch as we take a quick break and move to the sling… PIC * My hand is buried in his ass. No more pictures now with my greasy paws. I go back and forth between my left and right. I add my cock when the left is already in him. I curl my fingers around the shaft and jerk in his ass. He groans out his appreciation. I start in on his toys. Each time, I do the new toy and then go back to one hand or the other. There is a very standard sized bright pink dildo molded as a cock. I should have used it earlier, but he still enjoys the change. I go on to one of the beautiful bronze silicone toys—sort of phallic with a large base—for that knotted feel. My cock demands some action, so I slip that black ass grommet over my erection. This supersizes the thickness of my dick inside him. Evan loves it—and tells me so through his popper haze. It’s on to two more of the bronze silicone toys, each bigger than the other. It is fun watching his reaction as they go in. He recognizes the feel of them, of course, but they feel different as another person uses them on him. “Almost like they are brand new,” he murmurs, “with you inserting them.” He suggests some depth play, to take a break from the width stretch. I go for my graduated balls. He takes the first two with ease, then I work the next two in slowly. This is followed by my hand inching every deeper into him. I finger the bend, the second hole, as we call it. Evan is breathing fast—and we take another break. Still in the sling, we repeat the toys he liked the best. Now, he wants to try the fire hydrant, the toy that was gifted to me by the Ginger Bear. He takes most of it, but we can’t quite get it all inside, for his ass to snap shut on the thin shaft. I go back to my hand for a moment. Evan thinks he may have had enough. The movie has run out. We have been playing for three hours. We clean up and I take dinner out of the oven… The original, with the pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Evan Brings His Toys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 27, 2023

Near Home—February, 2023 My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit. I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month… I am standing behind a very cute young man. He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all. He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home. He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me. He looks me in the face. No reaction. His eyes travel to my crotch. And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre. I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first. No one is there. At all. Why didn’t I just follow the college kid? I go into the gay cinema. I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out. There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men. One of the Black guys I recognize from here. He always looks like he’s come here from the law office. He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it. The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard. His cock is smaller, but still impressive. As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand. I open my pants and pull out my dick. The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up. Only then do I look around the rest of the room. The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too. I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public. He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too. I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth. He begins to suck me. The three guys behind the door pause to watch. The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet. Limits shows off his skills. He licks my shaft. He deep throats me. He goes for my balls. Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure. Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue. He groans and takes me down again. The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us. He wants more than a hand. I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door. I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load. Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us. I gesture for him to come join us. He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock. He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat. I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat. Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air. His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time. We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue. That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum. The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us. And suddenly he stops. Limits get up and leaves the room. Scraggly Beard goes after him. I am left alone with the movie. I sit down again and watch. In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in. He walks right up to me. “He says you fuck. Will you fuck me?” “With pleasure…” Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat. He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh. He comes back to me. “You’re big—so let me sit on you.” He turns, his ass right in front of me. I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin. I hear him uncap his lube bottle. I lean in and begin to lick his ass. He gasps. “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans. “Eat my ass out, man.” I do. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face. I never thought he’d want to get fucked. His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue. He grinds back into me. I begin to tongue fuck him. He groans again. Finally, he stands up straight. He fingers his very wet hole with his lube. He moves back to sit on me. I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over. I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are. He does. I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I push slightly. His ass eats me up. I just glide in. SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. Then: “Fuck me, stud!” I begin to pump into him. His hand wraps around his cock. He jerks in time to the fucking. “Like that?” “Love it, man. You can fuck me anytime…” I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap. His hole spasms around my cock. He grunts and strokes himself faster. “Can you load me?” “Maybe.” I am so fucking turned on. “I want to feel you shoot…” He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor. His ass spasms with each ejaculation. I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 24, 2023