FelchingPisser

Near Home—June, 2024 I had heard, via an online chat room, that the new theatre remodel (after the car accident took out the original two) was going fast. It was set to reopen on the first Friday of the month. Of course I had to be there! I took off, after lunch, to see what they had done. (It turned out that they had let people into the space by that Wednesday.) The old video arcade, with all those single booths, was gone, ripped out and the machinery sold to another video store. The arcade was on the opposite side of the retail store from the old theatre rooms, still in rubble. There was currently a curtained entrance at the archway. The restroom was there, where it had always been, to the left as you entered. The empty space was larger than I expected. It was basically a big L shaped room, painted black. On the wall that would be the bottom of the L was a large television showing straight porn. At what would be the top of the L, forming a narrow alcove, was another television, showing gay porn. New, comfortable chairs were strewn haphazardly around, facing either one screen or another. I sat down where I could see both screens with just a slight head swivel. There were half a dozen men in the room. One man was openly stroking to the straight porn. Two were kneading their own crotches. The atmosphere was good, but tentative… I can’t quite unzip yet. My cock tents my camos slightly. The male couple, who come here together to suck dick, come in and smile at me. The shaved headed one stands near the bathroom and takes out his cock to stroke, hoping it would encourage others. His partner comes over to me and asks if I am ready to get sucked. I tell him I’m not. The curtained entrance is letting in a ton of noise distraction from the retail side of things. In five minutes, I say the hell with it, and pull out my cock. The partner with hair is right there. He kneels between my splayed legs and gives me great head. He is especially glad to get to me before there is a slight sheen of lube on my cock. He knows better than to think he’s going to get me off. He sucks and licks and hums until his knees give out. His partner, cock swinging, comes for me the moment he stands up. He sucks me with his usual gusto, beating his own dick. A bear, new to me, comes in mid suck. We don’t stop or try to hide. He sits next to us, so he can watch Shaved Head go to town on my cock. SH likes an audience. He works harder, but his knees, too, act as a timer. He gets up, patting my shoulder affectionately. A lull. I stroke, mostly to the straight as it is more in front of me (and the scene is a rough three-hole workout.) The bear likes the scene, too. He unzips and strokes his thick dick along with me. “You have a great cock,” he whispers. I thank him. “Mind if I take a turn?” I smile and nod. He gets down between my legs and gives me the best head so far. There is just something about his hunger. Maybe he doesn’t get to have a hard dick in his mouth very often… I would love to give him my load as a reward. But I’m just not there yet. I wouldn’t mind sucking him—but that is not in the cards. When he tires, he heads to the bathroom, washes up and leaves. A longer lull. The guy playing with himself from the top of the afternoon is still not hard. We are now the only men in the room for quite some time. I am on the verge of leaving when three men come through the curtain. Two are talkative regulars who rarely play. The third is the road worker I blew a few weeks ago while another man sucked me. I nod to the road worker in his florescent shirt and work boots. His blond hair is longer now, and slightly curly with the heat. He sits behind me, facing the gay screen, which now has a six-man orgy on it. We suddenly are all watching that. Road Worker unzips and pulls out his regulation sized dick. It grows fast to his full six or so inches. He strokes himself with a determination to drop a load and go. I watch the video. And him. I finally get up and ask him if he ‘wants my mouth on that again.’ I use that phrase on purpose to remind him how he liked it before. “Naw, don’t think so,” he grunts. I sit in the chair next to him. We both stroke to the video. I am pleased he keeps looking at my cock every once in a while. Then out of the blue: “Go ahead and suck me.” I go to my knees. Again, I love how his balls smell and taste after a day of manual labor. He seems to like my tongue. His cock is drooling a lot. But I can’t quite to seem to get him over the edge. Then: “Enough.” I take my mouth off his cock and get up. My disappointment is short lived, as he leans forward and tentatively takes my swollen dick into his mouth. The moment is electric for every one now watching us and not the video. Road Worker’s technique is not as good as any of the other men who’ve sucked me today, but it’s so unexpected and so hot that it is this particular guy, that I stand there with a silly smirk on my face. He sucks and slobbers and beat his own cock like mad. He groans—I want to go to my knees and get his load, but he stands up, steps away and fires a massive load all over the floor. He put himself away, still wet and dripping, snapping the waistband of his Under Armour boxer briefs. He takes off. I do myself up, too. I’m not going to top that today. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Hot Surprise as the New Porn Space Opens June 19, 2024

My Playroom—June, 2024 One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick… He’s tall. That I remembered. And hairy. Everywhere. Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell. I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15. His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off. I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door. I go and lean against the fuck bench. “Get me hard.” He kneels, eager to do just that. He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack. My cock springs to life. “You’re bigger than I remember. Damn!” he grins. And begins licking my piss slit. Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth. His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls. I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head. “Let me lick your ass.” I move to let him get on the bench. His gym-built ass is lovey to look at. The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy. I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock. He is rock hard as I rim. He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it. I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker. Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue. It's one of those butts I could eat all day. But my cock is rampant and needs attention. I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time. I stand. My cockhead disappears inside him. He is pleasantly tight—not too tight. I bottom out. Hold. And fuck. Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I comply. His eyes find the mirror off to the side. He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him. I pull out. Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again. A little roughly. “Yessss….” he sighs. I fuck him for a long time. When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick. He cocks his head, expectantly. And there’s the answer. I move so me can lick me. He does. Every inch of flesh. I fuck him again. He cleans me again. I suggest we move to the sling. He gets in easily. A pig that knows his way around equipment. I kneel and look at his wet ass. I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack. Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good. The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix. I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling. We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth. I go back and lick his ass again. “Share it…” he murmurs. I do. A longer, involved kiss. This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck. I point up to the mirror above him. His eyes go there—enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered. I speed up the fuck. The frame creaks. The chain ends smack the poles. It’s a noisy fuck. And it ends with my cock in his mouth. He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again. Another loud fucking. Another cock cleaning. This time with a kiss after it. I take a drink from my mug of tea. It’s still warm. I take another sip and hold it in my mouth. I kneel and let it run down his ass crack. He groans. I lick it up. I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him. I do the same thing. Keith loves the temperature change. I lick it up as well. I stand. “Fuck me!” he groans out. My cock slaps his tight ball sack. Piss erupts out of it. It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair. He groans, telling me that is so hot. “Poke some into me…” I do, with the last few drops I have left. I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Using him for my pleasure. His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again. “Breed me,” he mumbles. “I want your load.” It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot. I pull out and go back to eating his ass. Keith strokes his cock. I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole. His ass lips are slightly puffy. I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster. I stand up. I enter him, a little roughly. I fuck with long, hard strokes. “Cum in me,” he moans. That sets me off. I fire my load deep into him. I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole. I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside. “Don’t pull out…” He is jerking his cock. I am going nowhere. In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast. His cum pools between his hairy pecs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered June 17, 2024

Jackson—June, 2024 It was the first Saturday of the month. I had thought about going to the bookstore/bathhouse in Lansing, but going online I found they had had an electrical fire. The business was closed until it could be re-wired and a sprinkler system put in. (Many in the chat room where this was talked about wondered if they would ever re-open.) At my usual haunt, the remodel after the car accident had just been started. It was scheduled to open ‘soon.’ Two down. One left. Well, Saturdays had proved to be very busy at the bookstore that turned the viewing lounge into more of a playing area, so I packed a lunch and went east… The parking lot is packed. I buy my ticket and go in. Men are milling around. A few sit and stroke to the big screen televisions, a few just watch and knead themselves. Two of the three glory hole rooms are closed. I check the slurp ramp—two men are using the holes—and groaning softly. I head to the medical exam table. There is a crowd at the door frame. I push through. A fuck is in progress—and I know both the men. I move closer and take out my dick. The guy on the table is a shaved headed man, my age, who I have fucked here regularly. He is being pounded by the tall hairy man I have had the good fortune to fuck here a number of times. Both are fully naked, their clothes piled on the floor. They both smile a greeting. I stroke as the long thin dick of the hairy guy fucks the other man deep and hard. I take a long swallow from my water bottle, set it down and stroke. “Take a turn on his butt.” Tall Hairy pulls out and steps to the side. He gives his wet dick to Shaved Head to suck. I push into the wet hole on offer. Shaved Head groans around the cock in his mouth. I fuck slowly. Guys at the doorway move in a step of two. I begin to speed up. Soon I am fucking him hard enough to make the table creak. We switch. Shaved Head is just as eager to suck his juices off my cock. But he has to stop sucking me, as Tall Hairy begins to fuck him furiously. I think he’s about to cum. I had been thinking of seeing if I could get into Tall Hairy’s hole while he was fucking, but I don’t want to mess with his orgasm. But he doesn’t shoot. He just slows down. A phone goes off. It’s Shaved Head’s. The two men disengage so he can find it amongst the pile of clothes. He answers it—and isn’t happy. He gets dressed to go deal with some problem. “How convenient. Now you can fuck me.” Tall Hairy climbs on the table. His long legs rest on the top of the metal stirrups. I kneel and eat his ass. He groans. “I hoped you’d do that. Eat me out…” This is too much for two of the men watching us. They leave. The other two step closer. I stand up and enter him. I love watching his face as I do it. The surprise. The concentration. The joy as I bottom out. I fuck with long, deliberate strokes. He grabs his cock and begins jerking in time with my thrusts. A watcher gets brave and reaches out to play with his nipples as we fuck. I slow down. Stop. I eat is hole again. “Let me taste me.” I consider a kiss, but go with my cock up to his mouth. He cleans he hungrily. Then I fuck him for a second time. A new man arrives. He is younger, likely mid-40’s. He is tall-ish, with dark blond hair that is rather long. He sees us and comes right over. He knows Tall Hairy. He stands on the other side and strokes his chest as I fuck. We break. The new guy strips. He has a very hairy chest himself and a very full ass, also extremely hairy. Tall Hairy gets up. The younger guy bends at the waist and goes down on him. Tall Hairy reaches down and spreads the full ass. “Eat his ass like you did me.” I don’t have to be asked twice. I dive into the hairy jungle. He groans. Tall Hairy groans. I make guttural sounds in the back of my throat. “You want him to fuck you?” Tall Hairy askes the younger man. He grunts an affirmative, never stopping sucking the dick in his mouth. I chow down a bit longer, then get up and stick my cock in the new hole. Now he stops sucking. He pants. He moans. He tells me to slow down—even though I am merely inching into his tight hole. I finally bottom out and wait. “You should have started with me,” Tall Hairy says. The younger man pants…and tells me to fuck him slowly. I do. I can tell he’s not comfortable. I pull out. “Get up on the table,” Tall Hairy says. He does. And Tall Hairy sinks into his friend. Easily. And fucks him hard. I offer my cock for him to suck, but he is staring up at the man fucking him so intently, I decide to leave them to it. I wander. I sit in the small room and stroke. The crowd has thinned slightly. I can’t find a cocksucker. A fully naked man walks in. He is likely my age, gym built five or six years ago. “May I?” I nod, waiting for him to kneel and suck. He turns around and sinks his greased-up hole on my cock. He moans all the way down my shaft. He begins to bounce and stroke himself. His ass feels wet and wonderful. In moments he is shooting a big load on the floor in front of us… * I wander. Tall Hairy and his friend seem to have gone. I go out to the car and eat my lunch. The crowd has really thinned. Men are around, but no one seems to want to suck me or be sucked. I sit by the curtained booths, stroking to the some threeway porn. I hear a noise in the cubicle behind me. I investigate. It’s dark, but I see someone is on all fours, bare ass offered. My hand caresses the butt. It’s hairy. Very hairy. It’s the younger man from before. I feel his hole. I am positive Tall Hairy gave him a load in there. He moans. I go to my knees and eat his ass again. I can just barely taste the jizz. “Fuck me…” “You think you can take me now that you have a load in there?” I whisper. “Please…” I stand up and enter him. He feels terrific—and his hole has been opened up. He may have had other men up him, for all I know. I begin to fuck. I know the moment I push in I will be breeding him. “Fuck me,” he mumbles. I begin a fast, hard fuck. It’s all about me now. I want to cum inside him. “You want it?” “Yes. Please…” “Say the words…” I pant. I wonder if I can last long enough for him to get them out. “Breed me,” he murmurs. “Cum in my hole. Fill me up…” And it works. My cock explodes. Jet and jet of white hot cum is blasted up his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Four Ass Saturday June 15, 2024

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

My Playroom—May, 2024 I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party. I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside. I also heard from the beautiful young man. He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT. In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if he is reading this now…? By Monday, Memorial Day, I was ready for sex again. I thought about Teddy, the man I was often using as a cumdump at the bookstore. He had reached out a number of times to meet at the house, but it was always so last minute I couldn’t make it work. Today was a holiday, I wrote to him, did he have time? Did he want to bring his boyfriend? He was working but was sure that he would get off early. He would keep me posted. Well, he worked late. He took a co-worker home to another city. Then he drove home to clean up. The boyfriend wouldn’t be coming—he was in a mood. Finally, Teddy was ready to start south. By the time he’d get here, it would be far too late in my book. But I had napped in the afternoon. I wanted to unload. I told him to come along. It took longer than he guessed, but finally he was at the door… He strips off in the playroom. I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked as we are always at least partial dressed when he’s bent over in one of the cinemas. I think he works outdoors from the tan line on his arms. He is a tall man, likely early 40’s, with a little extra weight on him. I am naked but for boots and the very fragrant piss party jock. I am lying on the bed. He kneels, now naked but for socks, between my spread legs. His warm tongue licks the jock. I tell him where it's been. He loves the idea of wet, group sex. He pulls aside the fabric and swallows down my half hard cock. I erect in seconds, making his throat feel full. He come up for air and begins working his tongue over every millimeter of my dick. Up and down and in the piss slit. All around the balls. Under them. Halfway down my perineum and up again into a deep throating of my now drooling cock. He is in no hurry. I relax and let his mouth explore me. He licks me all over one more time. This time he’s a little closer to my asshole with his tongue on my taint. Once again, he swallows me down and milks my dick with his throat. We move to the fuck bench. I don’t think he’s been on one. I help him get in the most comfortable position with his knees farther up the bench, to lower his ass. He settles in and I kneel behind him. I feast on his warm ass crack. His hole is open and ready. I stand up—and slide in. He gasps. “It feels different here,” he pants. “Better.” I hold a long time and begin to slowly move in and out. Faster and faster. His eyes are riveted to the mirror on the side wall where he can see me and my cock plowing him open. “Like that?” I ask. “Like seeing yourself be used?” He mumbles an affirmative as he opens the poppers I have given him (a bottle left by another trick.) I fuck harder and harder. I stop and pull out. “Bring it here, sir,” he pleads the moment I am out of his ass. I walk to his head and offer my wet cock to his waiting mouth. He cleans me up, groaning in pleasure and lust. I rim him. I fuck him again. He cleans my dick. I do the ‘leave a lot of spit on it, I’m not adding any more lube’ routine. He blisses out as I sink back into his ass… * We go back to the bed for another round of him licking my balls and sucking my cock. This time his tongue grazes my asshole. “Do you want to rim me?” “Please. I’ve always wanted to…” I get in the sling. He kneels and feasts on my hole. He tells me he rims his partner before he fucks him—and prefers his tongue in his asshole than his dick. It’s fine by me. He is good at it—and his love of it is communicated with every movement of his tongue. I lie back and watch him work in the mirror above. We change places. He relaxes in the sling, once he decides to use the stirrups. I eat his hole. I fuck his hole. He cranes around to clean my cock. Once he does, I turn and let him give my ass another lick, too. Then it’s another round of fucking. His hole feels like he might be able to take two. I grease up the egg headed dildo. It goes in easily—but there is no way I can add my cock with it. I fuck him with the toy and then my cock. Pushing one in—then the other. Over and over. We take a break for water. I pull out the rimseat. He’s never been on one. He loves the spread of his hole on my face. He relaxes and let’s me eat him out. I encourage him to ride my cock and come back. This is slightly awkward for him, but he does. I love how my dick reinvigorates all his ass juices. “Can I eat your ass on this thing?” We switch around. Now he really understands the spread of the seat and how much deeper his tongue can snake into me. He can’t get enough—but it’s getting very late now. I know that if I don’t breed him soon, I won’t be getting off. We go back to the sling. I lick him briefly—and fuck him a lot. I am close, but can’t get over the edge. I pull out and eat his ass again, jerking furiously. I stand up and fuck. And I’m there. I fire into him. Not a huge load, not a ‘every nerve on end’ load, but just a nice ‘thanks for the fuck’ load. The moment I pull out and bring it to his mouth to clean, his hand snakes down and feels the wetness of his hole. He cleans me up—and then he sucks his exploring finger. I ask if he wants to get off. He doesn’t. He goes home, un-showered, reeking, in the best way, of my cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…” June 11, 2024

I love speculum play and originally got mine for the piss angle of it, before I was fucking bare, so I could piss inside the men in my stable who craved it. Now I use it on any pig who is interested in stretching his hole. I use the Collins--and with most men, I can eventually get them so open I can add my big cock with the speculum in place. I love the feel of metal to the sides and warm flesh above and below my cock.

Chicago—May, 2024 (This picks right up where we left off in the last post) I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs. I slurp happily, before my cock tells me to keep fucking. I stand up and build to sling rocking fuck-speed. The piss rolls off his body and puddles under us. I fuck on and on, only stopping as I don’t want to shoot yet. I help him up and out of the sling. We hug and go our separate ways for a bit. I feed piss to an older guy in the other back corner. I fuck a barrel chested 50-Something in the sodden sling. He delights in my dick and calling me a ‘Hot Mother Fucker’ every few thrusts. Two men offer to clean me up as I pull out of his ass. I let them go to work on me. One takes the shaft and the other my balls. I tell them to reverse. They do, thrilled that I told them what to do. I feed them a little piss. I love having them both on their knees in front of me and begging for it. I try to give them equal shares of my clear piss. First in one—now the other. “Now kiss.” They do. Hungrily. Passionately. I walk away as their tongues clean the other’s mouth… * I find TGWT bent over sucking a hairy daddy. I eat his ass. He instantly knows it’s me. I slobber into his hole. And fuck it. Pushing him deeper on the thick cock in front of him. The hairy daddy loves this; he even reaches down and pulls TGWT’s cheeks apart so I can go deeper. Suddenly I stop. I give him just a tiny blast of piss into his gut. He groans around the thick cock in his mouth. “Did you do what I think you just did?” asks Hairy Daddy. I nod an affirmative as he grins in delight. I hunker down to taste my handiwork… * I am back by the sling. I am watching a hot 40-something guy get railed, hoping I can go up him next. I turn away and survey the whole scene. The place is awash with piss. It’s everywhere. Men are sucking and drinking. Some are chatting as they re-hydrate. Others are bent over and getting fucked. I love the bigger, more active crowd. And I really love giving some of these men the only piss they will get all year. I look back at the fuck, stroking my cock. The guy in the sling makes eye contact. I think he wants my bigger dick inside him when his current fuck finishes up. I glance back at the crowd. In front of me is the most beautiful young man in the room. He’s tall-ish, and in incredibly shape. His pecs have seen countless hours at the gym. As have his abs. He wears a jock, mounding his cock beneath. He’s Latin, his hair is dark and lush on his head. We lock eyes. I take my hand away from my cock. It sways, pointing at the young man. “Do you want this?” “Yes, Sir.” His hands instinctively go behind his back. He drops his gaze to the floor. “Then get over here and do it.” He takes a step in, kneels and lovingly takes hold of my cock with both hands. He looks at it for a long minute before he guides it into his mouth. Then his hands go back behind his back. I have had a lot of great mouths on my dick. And his is one of the best. The suction. The wetness. The sheer love of doing what he’s doing communicates with every slight flick of his tongue. He deep throats me for the first time. It’s effortless. Like he just unhinged his jaw. I let him suck at his own speed and rhythm. We are attracting a crowd. Guys are jerking themselves or each other as he sucks me. Finally, he pulls off my shaft, takes a deep breath and licks my balls. He doesn’t try to suck them into his mouth. He licks them. And under them, lifting the sack slightly to slide his tongue over my cock ring. Then it’s back to deep throating. This time I grab his ears and begin a slow face fuck. He moans out his approval. I pick up speed. I go as deep as I can on the final stroke and pull out, brings long strands of deep throat spit. I wrap them around my cock. “Clean it up.” He does. Savoring it. I face fuck him again. Nice and deep. He chokes this time. I pull out. Even more strands. I wrap them around my cock and he swallows me down. He sucks me. He licks my balls. Again, he lifts them and flicks his tongue around the cockring and the top of my perineum. I pull him up to his feet and give him a quick kiss. “Boy, do you get fucked?” “Yes, Sir.” “You want this cock in your ass?” “Yes! Yes, Sir!” I can’t believe my good luck. I move away from the high counter I’ve been leaning against. Now the young man uses it for support, jutting his gorgeous ass out for me. I fall to my knees. He gasps as my tongue finds his hole. My hands have to pull his muscled cheeks apart. I force my way into his tight pucker. He gasps again. My hand cups the bulge in his jock. He’s caged under that jock. The thought that his cock is helpless turns me on more than I can say. I redouble my efforts, spitting more and more saliva into him. I stand up. From the crowd: “Fuck him good!” “Give it to him!” “Fuck, yeah!” I slide in. It’s electric. I bottom out. He has taken me to the root. He squeezes down in welcome. I fuck him. Slow. Then fast. Harder yet. He takes it with the slightest whimper. I pull out. He spins around and cleans my dick. I pull him up into a kiss. Hungry. I spit in his mouth. He asks for more. I give it to him. And another fuck. And a deep rimming. We kiss again. Then he whispers in my ear: “May I lick your ass, Sir?” I don’t answer, I just brace myself against the high counter, just like he did. He goes to his knees and his gorgeous face is buried in my hairy crack. I hear the gasps from some of the men watching. And one of them pisses on us. It sluices down my arched back and forms a waterfall through my ass crack. He’s there trying to keep up with the massive amount of piss. When the stream stops, he gets down to business, rooting deep into my hole with his tongue. We kiss afterwards. I think that’s it. But instead, we go behind the screens to the bench that runs along the side wall. He wants to ride my cock. He does. He cleans my cock. I lick his freshly fucked ass. He shyly asks to rim me again. “I don’t do this often…” he confesses, “but with you….” He eats me out—with me on all fours on the bench. I hope for more piss, but it doesn’t happen. We spend a long time together. I keep telling him I don’t want to monopolize his time here. But he doesn’t care. We fuck once more, with him bent over and pleading for it… * I am looking for Tall Guy with Tats. I have saved my last big piss load for his ass. And my load. But he’s gone. I need to breed and hit the road. I find beautiful boy tucked under the bar, sitting on the foot rest, drinking piss and sucking cock. He smiles when he sees me. “I want to load your ass.” “Yes, sir.” We go to the wet canvas sling. We haven’t fucked here. He hops in. I eat his hole. He groans. I rise up. I fuck him. Gently. Knowing the hard fuck is just moments away. I speed up. “Give me your load, Sir. I really want it.” “…So close…” I mumble. My fucking builds. Hard and intense. He takes it. And asks for it harder yet. And I am there. I blow what has to be a huge load after the more than three and a half hours of play. My cock can’t stop firing. I stay in him a long time. I bend and kiss him, my cock right where it wants to be. And that’s when I begin to piss… * We find each other, dressed, in the bathroom. I am pissing once more for the road. He wants to give me his number. I tell him I’m lousy with remembering digits. I tell him to remember FelchingPisser. He grins. And he does. The next day, I find his number on the hook up site. We chat about the blog. And he sent me these pictures of his ass for your entertainment… The original is here, with those ass pics: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party--A Very Wet Conclusion June 8, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right after the piss party. I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held. It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door. As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.) I was the third man in. I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter… I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar. Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up. Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy. The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool. The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel. Mouths open and eyes pleading. I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up. It is. I gulp some water. I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs. (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…) I go over to talk to them. And grope. We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch. “I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth. I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth. I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue. He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat. Only then does he really lick and suck it. I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. They wander off. I get some head from a guy in his 40’s. He asks for piss. I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong. That does not put him off—it excites him. It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows. I keep chugging water. And getting my dick sucked. Finally, I feel like I have some piss. I see the bear couple at the sling. The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard. It covers a good portion of his chest. They welcome me. The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling. The top fucks him hard. “Got piss?” White Beard grunts out. The bear next to me does. He covers the man’s chest and beard. I stroke my cock. “You should fuck him,” says the top. “You want this big dick up you?” White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. The top pulls out. I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack. I stand up and fuck. It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard. He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut. As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out. The bottom is right there to clean my cock. He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz. “Now fuck me…” He bends over, holding onto the sling frame. I push into his ass. “Fuck him good,” barks the top. He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover. I fuck. Hard. The top points his cock at us and unleashes. I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard. I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots… * I notice a bearded Latino. He is fucking a lot of guys. Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs. He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch. He fucks a fourth guy. He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks. He pulls out. Pisses. The guy moves away—very happy. “That’s a big dick.” I grin and nod. To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place. I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls. After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls. He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean… * My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here. We have chatted. He’s sucked my cock in front of others. I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth. We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right. We head to the sling. It’s canvas—and soaking wet. There is a lake of piss under it. He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups. I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack. He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going. I lick and prod and spit it back into him. From a bystander: “Fuck him with that big cock!” I keep rimming. Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him. His eyes go big. It feels so much better here in the sling. I begin a slow fuck. Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. “If you have piss, cover him,” I say. “Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats. I fuck. One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest. My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch. But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing. He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls. My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him. I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. The guy aiming at his chest is done. The other pisser is finally petering out. I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin. When I’m done, I hunker down. I eat his piss covered hole. TGWT moans. Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose. I slurp some up and push it into him. I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream. I stand up. It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless. I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole. He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off. I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs… (More to cum…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet June 6, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML. Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel. You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer. Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele. I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time. It was suddenly the first of May before I really thought about reservations and the motel was booked solid. Another contributing factor was that the Horse Market had lost their venue in town and would not be coming to IML. Should I even go? So, I made a list of what was important for me about IML. I realized the piss party was at the top of my list—and then, I would like to catch up with people like Keshawn who were in town. Around the top of May, Seth reached out. He was a versatile man with similar interests who I’d met at the great New Year’s Eve parties thrown by some mutual Chicago friends before they moved to Palm Springs. The pandemic had gotten in the way of what was starting to be some regular play together. He and Miles would love to see me. Was I coming to town for IML? This worked perfectly. I could play with them on Friday night and he was gracious to let me make his apartment my headquarters. The piss party was Saturday. And I could venture down to the host hotel on Sunday to see Keshawn—and hopefully two cumdumps who had requested at least a fuck. I packed the sling and rimseat—and hit the road on Friday morning… I am setting up the sling in the cleared space in the living room. Seth and Miles are busy either in the bathroom or setting snacks out. They look great. It has been 5 years now since I’ve seen them. Seth is ten years younger than I. He has a little more grey in his hair. He is tall and good looking. Miles, is younger. He is still gym built with great pecs. And tats. And that’s before we get to his ass… I am now set up. The guys come out of the bathroom. Seth has given Miles a shot of Trimix—so his cock is hard and ready. Seth sits on an ottoman. “Come here…” The two of us move to him and present our hard cocks for Seth to suck. He sucks us both—back and forth. My hand is already on Miles’ ass. I idly play around his hole as we get sucked. Soon Miles kneels and begins to suck Seth. I kneel behind him. My tongue finds his pucker. I groan as I begin to lick. Seth reaches down and spreads Miles’ cheeks for me. In moments, my tongue is buried in his hot butt. Miles groans around the cock in his mouth as I begin rimming him in earnest. Licking and spitting and licking it up again. I rear up and fuck. The action pushes him onto Seth’s big, PA-ed cock. I keep the fuck gentle—opening his hole for the night. Seth comes around and takes a turn up Miles, too. We move to the rimseat, at Seth’s request. I go under. Miles perfect ass needs to be licked after the fucking. He sits on my face and Seth sits on my cock. I groan at the overload of feeling. Seth is bouncing faster and faster. I wrap my arms around Miles’ legs and all but pull myself up into his spread cheeks. My tongue goes deeper into his juicy hole. Seth slows a little and the two men lean together to kiss. It’s a wonderfully powerful moment: cock in hole, tongues in mouths, tongue in hole. The perfect triangle of lust. “Let’s change…” Seth slowly pulls off my dick. Miles stands up. They switch. Seth sits on my face, his hole wet from my drooling cock and his own hot ass juices. Miles settles down on my cock. Miles begins to bounce. My tongue is all over Seth’s very pronounced ass lips. I suck them into my mouth individually. Then as a pair. They fill my mouth, cutting off my breath in the best possible way. We take a small water break. Miles jumps in the sling. I feast on his hole. Seth gives him his big dick to suck. I don’t stay, tongue in place, very long. I need to fuck—at my tempo. I sink into his bubble butt. My hands find his hard pecs as I stroke into him. Over and over. We switch. I move to his mouth so he can clean my cock and Seth rims and sucks his hole. Our mouths can’t stay off each other. We love how the other two taste. As soon as Seth goes from rimming to fucking, I get under the sling. He knows what I want. He fucks two or three strokes into Miles and then two or three strokes into my open mouth. Back and forth. Asking me how he tastes when my mouth is full of his cock. Leaving me breathless… * We’re back to the rimseat. Seth is under and Miles is sitting on his face. I suck Seth’s cock. Then his balls. Miles groans as Seth’s tongue goes deep. His cock drools and I’m there to not let it go to waste. I suck him for a bit, before I stand up and feed him my dick. “Change!” orders Seth. Miles gets up and I take a seat. Miles takes a seat on Seth’s throbbing cock. The tongue in my ass is as forceful as my own when I lick butt. I relax. I watch the concentration on Mile’s face as he pleasures himself on Seth’s cock. I love it when he leans forward and licks my cock a little. Seth must be able to sense what’s happening because he begins to rim me harder and faster. I moan and have to pull Miles off my cock and up into a kiss… * We move back to the sling. The two of us work over Miles. Tongues and dicks everywhere. In his hole, in his mouth, beating his chest with our cocks. I go behind Seth and fuck him as he fucks Miles. He does the work, fucking into the young man and back on me. Then he stands still, deep inside Miles. I fuck him hard—hard enough to fuck both of them at the same time. Then Seth gets in the sling. Both of us fuck him. I know that it’s a treat that Miles is topping him. I love to watch them interact as they fuck. And I love to clean Miles’ dick when he pulls out. Miles takes a moment to go piss. Seth gets me in the sling. He wants more time rimming me. I just shut my eyes and let his talented tongue explore. Suddenly I feel Miles lean over me. He kisses me deeply at the same moment Seth plunges his tongue as deep as he can get it… * It’s late. I am feeling the hour I lost driving into Central time. I am fucking Miles. And in moments, I shoot some semen into him. But it’s that ‘not a full-fledged cumshot’ thing, I seem to be doing during long sessions. I eat some of it out of him. I let Seth fuck in it. Watching him fuck in my load keeps me hard and dripping. “I have more…” Seth gets out of my way and I sink back into Miles. I fuck all of two strokes—before I explode, giving him every drop from my balls… * They left me for the bedroom, as I slept on the couch. I heard Miles leave early in the morning to go walk his dog. Eventually, I got up and Seth came and sat beside me. He reminded me that it was when we were fucking five years ago, that it was the first time Miles got hard and fucked him. Last night Seth bred Miles, using my load as lube. Then, for the very first time, Miles bred Seth… The original, with picks of the participants, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: A Glorious Threeway June 3, 2024

They had the new space up and running in two weeks. I was amazed. I will keep on reprinting these here and you will have the details of the new space...and how it has grown in use. (Sorry I didn't see this earlier.)

My pleasure!

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 (This continues right on from Part One.) “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft. He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock. Now he’s sitting on it. Riding. The phone, propped on a shoe of his, recording every thrust. I want more control, so I put him on all fours on the edge of the bed. I fuck him hard— and the phone is between his legs, recording it all from underneath. We repeat a few. This is my least favorite time. I like connection when I fuck—and right now his focus is on the screen. We record one more cock sucking and yet another riding of my dick before I suggest we go into the downstairs lounge—the one that was dark and set up with two mattresses. Osvaldo agrees. It’s almost next door to his room. No one is there. We choose the far mattress—so that anyone and everyone can see us as they pass the open doorway. He gets on all fours. I do a deep rimming—making him moan. Men walk by. Some linger. Some grope themselves. No one joins us. I proceed to fuck him. Hard and fast. He licks up all his juices the moment I pull out. A large man comes in and sits on a stool next to our mattress. Osvaldo’s eyes light up. He knows the guy. “He always gives me big loads,” he whispers in my ear. Osvaldo jumps up and moves to him. He opens his towel and begins to suck the guy, bending at the waist. I watch from the mattress for a moment, then go behind Osvaldo and begin eating his ass while he sucks. “Let me see your dick in him,” the new guy demands. I gladly fuck him, pushing Osvaldo deeper into his crotch. Finally, he pulls off the guy. It’s a small dick. Osvaldo pulls me out and spins around. The guy stands up, inserts and begins to fuck. I move to the side, then into Osvaldo’s mouth. The guy likes this. He speeds up his thrusts. In moments, he shoots his load into Osvaldo’s ass. Osvaldo spins around to clean his cock. I go to my knees and felch a little. Really, it is more prodding the copious load deeper into his guts. Then I do the same thing with my cock. “Fuck my cum into him,” the guy murmurs as he wraps his extra-large towel around himself. He stays for a moment and watches me do just that. I tell him how good his load feels on my cock. He smirks and takes off. I concentrate of fucking—and then letting Osvaldo clean my cock of all the jizz that is sticking to it. We fuck again on the mattress. I love the feel of the semen on my dick. There is a wet squishy sound with each thrust. I pull out and lie down. Osvaldo sits on my face. He lets me clean up the cum I’ve frothed which is ringing his hole. I savor it. And swallow. “I have to go push it out.” He runs to his room and grabs his phone, heading to the showers. I have countless videos he’s sent to me of him doing this—cum or piss arcing out of his hole. I would rather he pushed the load out into my mouth, but I just wait for him, idly playing with myself on the mattress… * We play in the gloryhole area. I fuck him through the hole. I hear him videoing it. The gloryhole is low for my long legs, so I don’t last long. Other men mill around, but none join us. I suggest the sling. He joins me there after getting his phone locked in his room. He hops in. I kneel and rim his ass for a long time. He may have pushed out that guy’s load, but the gloryhole fucking has found more inside him. The rim session turns into felching, making my cock grow to an angry red. “Fuck me, daddy…” he whines. I eventually stand up and sink into his ass. He groans. I do, too. He is still incredibly wet and sticky in there. I fuck him. Guys arrive to watch. None get too close. At least at first. Finally, one guy comes over so Osvaldo can suck him as I fuck. I love watching him take another man in his mouth as I rail into his ass. I ask the guy if he wants a turn in his ass. A mistake. The guy pulls out and moves away. I go to my knees and rim. Well, rim and felch. (This guy must have blown a massive load into him. He did have huge balls with that small cock.) I stop to take a slug of water from my bottle. It cleanses the palette, but I have other things in mind. I save a little in my mouth. I dribble it onto his puffy ass lips. Osvaldo moans. “You’ve never done that.” I take another swig and push the cool liquid into his ass. He squeals in delight. I spend a long time sucking out the cum/ass flavored water. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The sling is swaying with each thrust. I stop, pull out, and making sure my unused towel is under him, I piss a little on his hole. From cool water to hot piss. He loves the contrast. I go to my knees and clean him up. My piss is stronger than I expect—but it’s been a hot night and I have been sweating. I stand up again and get my dick inside him. I give one quick blast of piss into his guts. I pull out and suck some out of him. Just a little—as my cock is screaming at me to get back inside. I stand up again and thrust into his gaping hole. Just in time. My cock is pumping blast after blast of cum into his hole. Osvaldo moans, his eyes wide. I hold onto the chains and marinate in all the juices. I don’t know how long I stand there. Eventually, I pull out. Osvaldo jumps out the sling and licks me clean… * On the drive home I got text after text from him. I finally read them as I sat in my garage. There was a video of my cum and piss arcing out of his ass. He told me that three men bred him after I left. They were too insecure to do it in front of me. He also sent dozens of photos and videos. Most have his face in them. These two don’t. The original (and those pices) are here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion) May 29, 2024

I attend a house party where it is usually 10 to 15 men. Everyone loves doing ATM--out of anyone's ass. And that is including the tops. I consider it no different than the rimming I do after each time I fuck someone.

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session. We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me. As always, I got there first. (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!) Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.) At my locker, I stripped down to my socks and a slightly used jock. I put my boots back on, added my wrist band and threw the towel over my shoulder… The place seems busy. A few men are in rooms, ass up and looking. It is “Blackout Night” which really means some porn screens are turned off and the general lighting is somewhat dimmer. The downstairs lounge is almost dark—and has two mattresses on the floor. I make a mental note and go upstairs. The main sitting area has more men, stroking and watching the new arrivals. I nod to them. The sling is empty, but opposite, in the dark corner behind the fuck bench, a blow job is happening. I watch for a moment, but I seem to be in the way, so I move off to the big screen porn viewing area. “Do you want to sit?” It’s a tall, white man, around my age. He is as lanky as I. He is naked, sitting on his towel. The seating here is true theatre seating. His hand holds the seat down that is next to him. I sit, getting my towel under me. He chats about this and that. It’s a hot night for May—and being next to the sauna raises the temperature in the room even more. In moments his large hand is on my mound of cock hidden under the pouch. “You have a nice bulge.” “Thanks.” “I have a big dick, too.” His hand takes mine and guides it to his hard cock. He is girthy, perhaps, but not quite 6 inches. I just nod. “I’m usually the biggest guy here, but you might have me beat.” His hand fumbles under the jock pouch, pulling it to the side. I spring to life. “Yeah, you are a little bigger—though not by much.” I just smile and nod. And then he begins to jerk me. His hand is rough. I pull out my lube. He gets the idea and spits in his hand instead. And it is better—but why can’t he just suck my dick? I put up with it until it begins to chafe again. I make my excuses and go wander. In my previous travels around the place, I’d nodded to a young Hispanic man. I find him now behind the gloryhole wall. He is jerking himself, seemingly trying to get hard. I have not tried to put my cock away. It is semi-hard and sticking obscenely out the side of the pouch. His eyes light up. And he takes me in his hand. And jerks me. His hands are softer, but it’s not what I want. “Put it in your mouth…” He looks at me, quizzically. But he goes to his knees and begins sucking me. He’s not great. Maybe not even good, but the expression on his face makes up for it. It is a delightful mix of pleasure and incredulity at what he is doing. I pull out of his mouth and wipe the spit on his cheeks. His eyes widen. I push back into his mouth. I’m in control now. I fuck his face slowly and very shallowly. His own cock is now rampant. He’s jerking himself like mad. There is movement in the small corridor that leads to this space. Someone is approaching. The guy is petrified. He leaps up and pushes past me. An elderly Black man appears and chuckles, correctly guessing what just happened. But he doesn’t pick up where the guy left off. I go out—and meet Osvaldo coming up the stairs. We hug. I lead him to the fuck bench. I face him towards the wall. Two men are seated in the dark corner exchanging head. A third is stroking and watching the pair. I have now given them something new to watch. I go my knees and begin tonguing ass. Osvaldo is damp—from the shower and soon from my tongue pushing deep into him. It is making him pant. The stroker makes eye contact with me. I pull out of his ass and say “Let him suck it.” The guy does, giving Osvaldo a long, thin cock to suckle. I redouble my efforts, licking and spitting into his hole. I stand up and insert. Osvaldo stops sucking, gasping at the invasion into his hole. “Fuck, that’s a nice one,” says the guy who is now back in Osvaldo’s mouth. I grin and begin the first fuck of the night. The first of the countless times my cock will be in him during the next few hours. He is wet—and getting wetter with every stroke. He is a great self-luber. Just the idea of two men in him at the same time has made him wetter still. He bucks back on me—meeting every stroke. The guy in his mouth pulls out. He’s afraid to shoot too soon. One of the guys from the blowjob duo stands up. He is younger than anyone here but Osvaldo and the other Latin guy. His dick sways as he advances towards us. “My turn,” he says as he sticks his large cock into Osvaldo’s face. Osvaldo takes him—and makes himself gag on purpose. The three of us love that he coughs up some deep throat spittle. He wraps it around the guy’s cock and sucks him down again. “Both holes are available I tell the guy, who is happily standing still and a little dazed, by his good luck. “Well, fuck yeah!” We stay in place a moment—but then I pull out. I step to the side. The guy comes around and fucks into Osvaldo’s hole. “Damn, he’s wet…you cum already?” I shake my head and give Osvaldo my cock with a “Clean me up.” “This is a great ass,” the guy says between strokes. “I could cum if I’m not careful.” “He’s looking for loads,” I tell him. “We both love to play in other men’s cum.” The guy picks up speed. I’m thinking he might load him. I pull out of his mouth and move closer, slapping my wet cock on Osvaldo’s back. The guy grins, showing off for me. He really pounds Osvaldo, who, without a cock in his mouth, begins to moan and pant. Suddenly, the guy pulls out. “I won’t cum just yet, but I’d love to load him later.” “We’ll be here.” He nods. I go to my knees. “Let me clean your dick.” He loves this. It dripping with Osvaldo’s ass jizz. I swallow hungrily. I come off his cock and lick his clenched, tight balls. The guy groans and pats my head, before taking off. I bury my face in Osvaldo’s juicy ass. Did the guy actually shoot? He’s so damn wet. I don’t care. I just lick up the juices and then fuck in what’s left again. This time it’s Osvaldo’s turn to clean cock. He does. Every bit as hungrily… “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft… (A lot more to cum next time….) The original, and so much more, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One) May 27, 2024

Near Home—May, 2024 After my great breeding of the young daddy on Saturday, I was quite content. Coming up, I had a bathhouse visit to play with Osvaldo, the Latin young man who loves to film me using him. Of course, I ended up wanting more before that trip was to happen. I went to my usual bookstore. But something was up. There were only two cars in the lot. And a series of barricades along the front of the building. I went in. The manager greeted me. Before I could ask, she told me… A few days earlier, before 7am, a drunk driver, going at least 70 miles an hour in the middle of downtown, had careened off the street in front of the store and smashed into the west wall of the building, demolishing it. This wall was the common wall that held the large television screens for the side-by-side theatres I love. The car continued on into the gay theatre, causing the wall that separates the two theatres to collapse into the straight theatre. The car wound up right where I usually sit, its bumper smashing the cocksucker’s seat. The car, or the falling masonry, destroyed every chair in both theatres. The television screen in the gay theatre was broken into such tiny bits, they couldn’t even find recognizable pieces. The other screen, in the straight theatre was also destroyed. If it had happened while we were all here, she concluded, people would have surely been killed. There are plans to bring back a version of the theatres. It looks like the arcade will be torn out as no one is using it now. Everyone prefers the theatres. The arcade space will become one big viewing area with many screens showing a wider variety of porn. The price will go up. The old space, rebuilt, will become retail area or storage. This changes so much in my sex routine. It was such a good, cheap way to actually mingle with men and get off the apps (that are spotty, at best, in west Michigan.) It may impact how often I go. And so many questions…Will actual play be an option in the new space? Will the regulars pay more? Or even return—though there is no other real option in this area. It may even impact how often I write a blog post. The other two sex venues that are ‘close’ are two or three times the distance from my home. * I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if the accident had happened in the afternoon—on his way home from drinking his lunch. I'd be dead, but at least I’d have gone out with a hard cock… Not a sexual post, but important in how the blog proceeds. The original: From My Side of the Sling: The Accident May 25, 2025