FelchingPisser

Near Home—September, 2024 I had no time or energy to play for a full six days after the events of the last two posts. My work gig was getting in the way. But it was done by the weekend—and I was back at the bookstore on that Monday. It was a day I didn’t usually go… As I pull into the parking lot, I see the male couple who take turns sucking as much cock as they can. They are finishing lunch in their car. I wave and go in. They follow. I sit and unzip. But I am not the first cock on their menu. There is an amazingly hot guy in his 30’s there. He is sitting by the gay screen. I sit next to him. He is bearded and covered in tats. One hand is on his own cock and his left is wrapped around the dick of a young man sitting on the other side of him. I guess they may be a couple. The bald one of the pair of cocksuckers makes a beeline to the tatted guy. He goes to his knees and replaces the guy’s hand with his mouth. Tatted Guy sighs. He sees my dick. He nods, eager to have it in his mouth. I stand up and oblige. He is not a great cocksucker, but I don’t care. He’s eager and hot. The bald partner makes way for his better half to take a turn. Tatted Guy thinks, just like I do, that the quiet one gives better head. In fact, in moments, Tatted Guy stops sucking me and gives up his load. I sit back down—but across from the young men. Tatted Guy keeps trying to stroke the other young man to full hardness. It’s not happening. Bald partner sucks my cock. As does his partner. They take a break back in parking lot after they have both had a taste of me. Tatted Guy finally convinces the other young man to stand up and let him suck him. I watch. It’s more with his left hand than with his mouth, but the cock in question is slowly hardening. Tatted Guy is also flogging his own spent dick. As he guides the young man into his mouth, his wanking hand makes a gesture towards me, inviting me to suck him. I get up and give him head. I get his soft cock halfway hard—which is likely more about his youth than my skill. I mean, he shot maybe twelve minutes ago. Tattec Guy stops sucking on the young man, but keeps jerking the guy’s cock. As I come up for air, the young man drools out a fraction of a load that Tatted Guy greedily licks off his fingers. Tatted Guy nods to me, does up his pants, and takes off. The young man sits down and looks at the gay porn. So, they aren’t a couple, I realize. The young man strokes his spent dick. The door opens. A man of 40 or so enters, wearing aviator sunglasses. He sits along the wall farthest from me. The cocksucking couple follow him in. Aviator makes a show of moving the glasses up to the top of his head and looks exclusively at the straight porn. Minutes pass. He likes what he’s seeing. The guy unzips and pulls out a good-sized cock. Bald Partner is right there. He asks if he’d like assistance with his erection. Aviator mumbles something, covering his dick with his hands. In seconds, he thinks better of it and spreads his legs wide. He moves his Aviator sunglasses back down on his face as Bald Partner begins to suck. The shyer partner comes over to watch. Bald Partner gives him a turn—and Aviator gives him a very verbal load. All three leave. The young stroker gets up and pisses in the rest room. He comes back and sits on my side, with a chair between us. His cock is still not hard, but he keeps going. We chat a little. Suddenly he murmurs out a very low key cum moan. He’s shot again—with seemingly no ejaculate. He smiles at me and takes off. I am alone with the porn. Which is good, at least. The door opens. It’s the big beefy guy with the shaved head who loves to fuck Braydon, the cum whore. He acknowledges me and sits where the hot tatted guy started things. He pulls out his phone. He scrolls and scrolls. The door opens again. It’s the shaggy haired boy that used to insist we take our sex to a closed booth. Well, no more. He comes right over and sits next to me, kneading his crotch. “Suck me.” My words sound louder than I mean them to. He gets up and kneels between my legs. This interests the beefy guy opposite. He actually puts his phone away. The young man has always been good with his mouth—and he is really working hard today. He wants my cum. Shaved Head unzips. He begins to stroke to the sex happening across from him. “Get my balls.” The young man pulls off my cock and begins licking the hairy sack. Shaved Head comes over to get a better view. He jerks his short, but thick cock as he watches the young man raise my nuts and begin to tongue under them. “Suck those balls,” he hisses, before waving his thick dick in my face. I lean forward and suck him. Years ago, this would have been a total deal breaker for the young man on his knees. Now he is turned on by seeing a hard cock in my mouth. He grabs his own cock through the fabric of his pants and manhandles it through the khaki. With my free hand I guide him back up to my cock. He takes me to the root as the guy in my mouth groans. I pull off his cock. “Suck him.” I tell the young man. “I want to see your mouth on his dick.” He hesitates for just a fraction of a second before he straightens up so his mouth is in line to take him in. He swallows him down. I watch, stroking my wet cock. He has left it sopping. “Take his dick,” I mumble. I lean forward and lick the man’s balls, but it’s awkward, so I stop—but keep on jerking myself. “Aw….fuck…” Shaved Head groans. “I’m gonna…” He is shooting his load before he can finish the sentence. The young man swallows it all down. Hungrily. The guy lets him get every drop out of his piss slit before he pulls out. “Stay on your knees,” I bark. I stand up. I push my cock into his cum filled mouth. Spunk is on his chin—and now it’s on my balls. I face fuck him for only a few strokes before I am giving him a second load. He groans, takes it, swallowing it all. I pull out, pushing his cummy face into my balls, giving my cock a moment to not feel so super sensitive. He licks the stray cum off my nuts. I pant—and let go of him, letting him clean my drooling dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: His Cum Filled Mouth October 4, 2024

Near Home—September, 2024 The post today is slightly different. It is not something I experienced, but a scene I watched play out during the trip to the bookstore that I detailed in the last post—where the fun cocksucker was working the room. If you haven’t read it, you should read it before this one. The fun cocksucker has just gone down on me. My attention is on him. I am watching the back of his head move on me. But eventually, I scope out the room. Across from me is a man I’d place at a little older than me. Even sitting, he looks tall, with lots of leg sprawl. His skin tone is Mediterranean. The once black hair has streaks of white in it, as does his beard. His nose is prominent. There is a bulge in his designer jeans that he kneads occasionally. Near him is man of around 50, who looks like he came directly from his job at the bank, leaving his suit coat and tie in the car. The dome of his head is shiny; the fringe of hair that’s left is cut neatly. He is wearing suit pants and highly shined oxfords. His hands are folded across his lap as he watches the gay porn. My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls. I sigh and tell him how much I like that. The Latino begins fucking the Talker as the Talker sucks The Voyeur. The Banker does not want to be near this. He comes over and sits next to me. He watches the gay porn, to his left, and not me and my cocksucker to his right. He is giving off a vibe that the porn is great, but the actual sex happening in the room is distasteful. As soon as he seems settled, the Greek moves, too. He sits in the row of chairs across from us, and right next to the screen—what should be in the line of vision of the Banker. But the Banker only looks at the screen. Always. We take a break. The cocksucker is now getting his cock sucked and I am enjoying the porn and the live show. The Greek stands up. He unzips. He takes out his cock. It is thick and uncut, but not particularly long. It gets hard the moment it is free of clothing. He stands for a moment touching himself, before sitting down again. The Banker has to have seen this with his peripheral vision, but does not acknowledge it. The Greek lazily jerks his cock. My cocksucker is back on me. The Greek stands up again. He moves across so he is at the end of our row of seats. There is space there to lean against the same wall that the screen is on. He does and begins to jerk his big dick a little faster. The Banker’s eyes never waver from the screen. When the good cocksucker takes another break, I go and lick the Voyeur’s balls. He is sitting across from me. I spend some quality time with his fragrant nuts. I hear chairs squeak as they are moved around, but continue licking. When I come up for air, I see the Greek has moved a chair so it is against the wall where he had been standing. He is now maybe two feet from the Banker’s seat. His angry dick is pointed right at the man who is actively ignoring him. The Voyeur leaves. I stay there and watch both films (and the good cocksucker being sucked by the guy who does guys just once.) I can’t keep my eyes off the two men across from me. As I watch, the Greek steps in. He’s now a foot away. The hand jerking his cock is no more than eight inches from the Banker’s ear. He is ignored. I watch the videos. And the guys being sucked. And the Banker. The Greek steps in again. His wet cock is placed on cheek of the man in the suit pants. The Banker freezes. He closes his eyes. He is facing straight ahead, not at the screen. His face is totally inscrutable. I stop watching the porn altogether. The Greek stands stock still. No thrusting, no jerking, just his very hard cock resting there, oozing precum. The Banker finally opens his eyes. He sees me looking at him. He closes them again. A long moment. The eyes open and his head turns. Just enough to take that thick cock into his mouth. He closes his eyes again. The Greek begins the slowest thrusting into his face I have ever seen. Barely moving. But definitely sawing that penis back and forth. All the while the Banker keeps his hands in his lap. His pants never mound. He just takes the cock. Over the over. The Greek reaches out. His hand finds the back of the man’s head. He holds him there as he orgasms. The Banker doesn’t really struggle, but he couldn’t pull off even if he wanted to. The Greek adds a second hand, holding him in place. Making the Banker swallow his load. I can’t stop watching them. The Greek pulls out of the Banker’s mouth. He wipes the tip of his cock across the man’s cheek and leaves the room. The Banker sits. Staring at the porn. But I don’t think he is seeing it. His face is once again a mask. Happy? Satisfied? Disgusted? I can’t tell. In about three minutes he gets up and locks himself in the restroom… * So many questions. Did they know each other before this? Maybe they met online and agreed to this scene? Or did the Greek really sus out the room correctly and find the guy who would give him what he wanted after a mental struggle? Any number of men there would have sucked the Greek willingly. Who he ignored. Once again, I find how we have sex endlessly fascinating… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Banker and the Greek October 2, 2024

Near Home—September, 2024 I finally had someone coming to the playroom—and then he cancelled at the last minute, with a questionably generic excuse. I found myself, instead, at the bookstore. It proved an eventful Tuesday afternoon… The lot is half full. Encouraging. I go in and there are almost a dozen men watching the two screens. A good-looking white guy in his 40’s is giving head to an older man. He doesn’t stop with my entrance. I like that. He’s dedicated and doesn’t care. I sit nearby, unzip. I pull out and stroke myself to hardness while watching this guy work the average sized cock in front of him. Soon enough, the guy is getting his mouth filled with cum. He swallows and cleans the guy up. He then crawls over to me. “Nice…” he hisses as he looks at my cock, holding me by the balls. He takes me into his mouth. Fuck, he’s great. Just what I want in a cocksucker. He’s instinctive. And he reacts to the cues I give off. He is not a deep throat specialist; he uses those skills sparingly. After a great ten minutes of sucking, I tell him I am loving it, but I can’t cum easily. “Cum is just something fun. If I get it, great, but I love the sucking.” I nod in agreement and let him keep working my shaft and my balls. As he keeps sucking me, I notice the Voyeur is in the row of chairs against the far wall. We nod to each other. In moments, the Talker, sitting near him, turns his baseball cap around, kneels and begins sucking the Voyeur. The cross-dressing Latino, today in men’s attire, is watching them. He goes behind the Talker, reaches around and undoes his pants, pulling them down and exposing the Talker’s ass. He puts a condom on himself and fucks the Talker, who never misses a beat in sucking the Voyeur’s dick. He pumps into the Talker with a fast and furious stroke. Soon he groans out his orgasm. I had no idea the Talker liked getting fucked. Watch and learn… The man on my dick finally takes a break. He stands up. One of the oldest men there has been watching him, hungrily. My cocksucker opens his fly, taking out a bigger than average cock, and let’s the older man go down on him. At the same time, I hear the Voyeur groan out his climax. He crosses the room to wash up and the Talker all but runs out the main door. I watch the straight video. The cocksucker of the day is soon back on me for round two. “Been doing this since I was ten,” he tells me before taking me to the root. He spends another ten minutes on my hard cock and balls. He sits next to me. His cock out. I ask if I should return the favor. I kneel and he moves me from his cock to his heavy balls. I lick and suck on those. Only stopping when he gets up and moves to go suck the cock of a man who just walked in… * The Voyeur hasn’t left. He beckons me over to suck his cock. Try as I might, I can’t get it to stand up again, so soon after he shot. I work his huge balls instead. He loves this. I even lift them and work my tongue under them. He groans. I suck each one, carefully, into my mouth. I only stop when he gets a text—his phone sounding incredibly loud in the dim room. He goes to the restroom to answer it—and moments later is out the main door. I sit back down in my chair. The man who is rumored to only suck guy’s off once and never touch them again is sucking the dick of my new cocksucker and another man, young and hot, going back and forth between them. The good cocksucker beckons me to join them—but I know I’d be ignored by the guy sucking. So, I smile and nod and watch the video. I stroke. A semi-regular walks in. He’s tall, Black, late 30’s with his hair pulled into a tight man-bun. He is well built and showing it off in a tight tee and shorts. He is covered in really good ink. He nods to me as he goes by. He sits in the chair closest to the gay screen. He kneads the mound in his shorts. When I turn to look at him, he unzips and pulls out his cock—which grows into a hot seven incher. He looks at the screen. He looks at me. He nods. I go over. “Hopin’ you were here,” he murmurs as he takes his hand off his now erect cock. He’s been outside in the sun. He’s warm to the touch and the fresh sweat on his balls is intoxicating. I start there. He sighs, jerking his cock as I lick the full orbs. I inhale deeply, loving his scent. I work up—replacing his hand with my mouth. “You always make me cum so fast…” he murmurs. I just keep going. He moans—loudly this time. I know the good cocksucker is watching us as Mr. One Time Only has left him alone to concentrate on the hot young man. In another few flicks of my tongue, I have this hot man convulsing in my mouth. He shudders and shakes—but his balls seem to be all but empty. I don’t mind at all—he is rubbing my cropped head, before holding it tight. He eases me off his over stimulated dick, thanking me, and pulling himself together as I get up. He takes off. An expensive seven minutes… * I stroke. The good cocksucker is now sitting in the same chair where the guy in the man-bun dry orgasmed. I go over. He leans in and sucks my cock as I stand in front of him. The change of my standing and not sitting (and the two hours of play) is making me think I could shoot. I grab his head and begin face fucking him. He groans. He stops stroking himself to concentrate on me. I pant. He moans. And in moments I am shooting. The first spurt is in his mouth, but his tongue is too much for me. I pull out and use my hand to make myself shoot four or five more blasts. He sticks his tongue out to catch it all. Some lands there, but at least one shot of jizz lands on his nose and runs down to his full lips. He licks it up lasciviously, before spitting it into his hand to use as lube as he jerks his own dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A New Cocksucker Works the Room September 30, 2024

My Playroom—September, 2024 I rarely check the most vanilla hook-up site to which, for some unknown reason, I still have an account. But I did, sometime in July. I deleted all the ads in my inbox. Then I took out all the handsome young men in Eastern Europe who just knew I was the man of their dreams—but needed some money to get to America. I was left with two messages. Neither sender had pictures or much of a profile. Not even what turned them on. One was from Montana. I returned his “hello.” The other was local. He, at least, wrote something: “I want that big cock in my ass.” I wrote back that I was rarely on this site. He would have a better chance of finding me at the local bookstore than to try to arrange a meeting on here. I clicked ‘send’ and thought no more about it. I signed in again, a month or so later. The same man sent me a follow up message: “great fuck in the video room i want your raw dick in me again” With no picture, I still had no idea who he was, but I had liked his look enough to fuck him there, so I sent him my sex email address. He answered promptly. We set up a playroom date, for a Monday in the middle of September, while his wife was out of town. I still had no idea who would ring the doorbell… I hear the chime just as I am setting out the water pitcher and mug in the playroom. I go up and answer the door. Miller is all smiles as I let him in. He is short, my age, and rather thin and willowy. He has a full head of grey hair and a clean-shaven face. He looks vaguely familiar, but I’m still not sure what we did at the bookstore. He comes in and tells me that he loved how I just bent him over and took his ass in front of two other men. I am sure he’s telling the truth, but I can’t match him with any of the August hook ups I wrote about… We go down and he strips down. I am in my bathrobe with my jock and boots underneath. I hang it on the door knob, as he puts his clothes on the chair. We are both in pretty good shape for our age. I suggest he keep his socks on as the concrete floor is cool. He looks around at all the equipment and the shelf-full of toys. “Where to even begin…?” He’s nervous. I tell him to take a seat on the bed. I tell him I am not going to do anything he doesn’t want. I will stop immediately if something doesn’t feel good. That this is a ‘get acquainted fuck’ to see where we want to go from here. This seems to quiet his nerves. I move to him, my crotch right in his face. “Get my cock hard.” He inhales the aroma of the jock. He sighs. He licks at the pouch, which surprises me. He pulls it aside and begins licking the shaft, my balls and finally the drooling head. He makes little mewling sounds of enjoyment as he does it. He opens up and takes two thirds of my shaft into his mouth. Repeatedly. Coming up for air, after each time. “Get it good and wet for your ass.” He works hard at it. He is not an experienced cock sucker, but he likes doing it. It makes his own cock stand up. “I want your ass. Do you want to be on your back or on your knees?” indicating the sling and then the bench. He opts for the sling. He gets in quite easily, though he tells me he has never been in one before. He lies back. He instantly notices the mirror above him. He asks me to retrieve his poppers that he left on the bed. I hand them to him before I kneel. His ass is incredibly responsive to first, my fingers running down the crack—and then my tongue burrowing into him. (As with all married men, I had talked clean out with him in our email exchange. He assured me he knew how to do it for my big dick.) I get him good and wet. I grease up as I eat him out. “Stick that big cock in me.” “Raw?” “Only way…” I go back to rimming as I hear him take a large hit of poppers. I stand up as the cap goes back on. My cockhead finds his pucker and I push in. I glide in easily. Miller groans out his pleasure. He knows how to work his ass. He works hard to give me an enjoyable first fuck. I vary my speed—starting with a nice middle of the road fuck tempo. He eggs me on, telling me his ass can take it. I speed up. He loves the sound of my testicles slapping his ass. I only slow down so he can take another hit of poppers. I eat his freshly fucked hole. He is wonderfully wet. I tell him how good he tastes. I fuck him again. Slower this time. His nose is buried in the brown bottle. I suggest he try the fuck bench. Miller likes this idea. I help him out and he kneels on the bench. I tell him how to pull his knees forward to get his ass in position. He moves and is perfectly lined up for another hard fucking. I eat him out again as he opens the poppers. I fuck him the moment I know they are capped. His eyes find the mirror to the side. He can’t get over the fact that he gets to see my dick invade his soft ass. And this time, when I pull out, he says: “Let me taste it!” Another barrier down. I bring it to him and he loves the taste of his hole on my cock. He covers me in spit—and I stick it all back in his ass. He poppers up and I fuck him hard enough for the bench to move slightly. We take a break and I get him some water from the pitcher. “I’m going to get in the sling,” I tell him. “I want you to lick my balls and the cock ring under them.” I set up the mat for the rimseat to give his knees extra padding before jumping in. I keep my legs up on the chains. He kneels and obediently does just what I asked him to do. It feels great. But there is no exploratory tonguing closer to my hole. “We should trade places.” I finally murmur. We do. I eat his hole. I fuck it hard. He is poppered up the entire time he is in the sling. His hole is gaping now. He can’t quite close it. He loves reaching down and feeling the change my dick has made. “There is one more piece of equipment we should use.” I pull out the rimseat and set it up. The expression of slight puzzlement on his face is enough for me to know he’s never used one. I explain he just has to sit. I get under and he gingerly sits down. The moment my tongue goes into his gape, he is delighted. I hear the poppers open. Miller is panting. I eat his juicy hole, the gape allowing me to go even deeper than usual. I lick and spit. “I don’t mind if you use your teeth,” he whispers. I find his engorged ass lips and lightly chew them. He groans. “Keep doing that. So hot…” We only stop when he realizes his hole is becoming tender. “Can I still breed you?” “Can you fuck me, pull out and shoot on my face?” I agree, helping him back in the sling. I slide into his wet, gaping hole. He huffs again. I take his bottle from him and take a hit. They are strong—and take me over the edge. I fuck hard. And fast. I pull out just in time to take two steps to the side and cover his face and open mouth. The first spurt hits his forehead. The next three land in his mouth. He savors and swallows. He moves to suck my dick. I hold him off my wilting, dripping cock for another 30 seconds, before I let him clean it to his heart’s content… * He loved everything we did. And apologized for over using the poppers. I was pleased he had really read my profile. He is intrigued by fisting and watersports. I am sure he will be back… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Want Your Dick in Me Again" September 27, 2024

Just found a short interview on his Facebook. He seems to be condom only....damn...

Near Home—September, 2024 After the great asses of the last post, I wanted more. I went back just a few days later, looking to see who was around. It was a Saturday afternoon. This time it wasn’t great butts on offer, but some amazing throat skills that left me very happy… I park and as I’m headed to the entrance, I’m stopped by one of the busiest cocksuckers here. He leans in to me and says: “There’s a guy here you need to let do you.” “Oh?” “He’s sitting against the side wall. Dark hair, good looking. Guys are telling me his throat is amazing.” I thank him and go in. There are maybe half a dozen men here. And there is a man, sitting alone on the side wall, who I don’t recognize. I nod to him. He pays no attention. I sit on the far wall, so we are across from each other. I unzip and stroke myself to full erection. I notice there are a pair of men playing in the corner closest to the gay video screen. One is on his knees and sucking the seated man. Other men have their cocks out or are kneading bulges in their pants. The guy with the skills is now looking right at me. I nod again. He looks away at the screen. I do the same. I stroke to the video. I get up and piss in the restroom. When I come back, I sit a chair away from the guy. He can’t take my eyes off my hard cock. In moments, he slips to the floor and devours me. He has great tongue work—but in another few minutes, he shows me his real skill. He takes me to the root absolutely effortlessly. Again and again. And his tongue never stops when he comes up between the deep throatings. He’s incredible. It feels super tight when I am lodged all the way down his throat, but it’s not uncomfortable like I can find it with many men. He finally breaks for air. He sits next to me and becomes chatty. He used to have a terrible gag reflex and he worked hard to fix it. (I tell him he should be proud of that.) He is just passing through Michigan on his way home and stopped to suck as much cock as he could. I apologize that I’m not easy to get off, but he says it’s not about the load for him, it’s the stretch. He’s happy to take the cum if it happens, but it’s not why he does it. And to make his point, he slips to the floor and spends the next 10 minutes taking me to the root repeatedly. And he even licks my balls. He sucks me for a good 45 minutes, with lots of mini breaks for some water. When a new guy comes in, I tell him to feel free to investigate. He goes off and is soon kneeling between the guy’s spread legs. And I have a new man on my cock. He’s been watching all the deep throating and now that the guy has moved off, he’s here. He kneels. His hands go behind his back as his tongue touches my dick head. He can’t take me deeply and doesn’t really try. But his tongue is active—and it’s his ‘born to serve’ attitude that is a huge turn on. After the first few moments, he asks for instruction. I tell him to start with my balls and not leave them until they are soaking. He does just what I ask. I give him permission to lick up the shaft. He follows my directions to the letter. His tongue feels great, but it’s the tiniest servile moan that really turns me on. My cock is juicing. I tell him to lick it all off and swallow it. He does. With great pleasure. The Deep Throater comes back. He sits near us and watches. (He never takes his cock out in the two hours I am around him.) My servile boy (who is pushing 40, with a receding hair line, and a body that had once been gym built, but has gone soft) becomes self-conscious. He gets up and sits down on my other side. DT goes back down on me. He shows off a little for the other cock sucker. I gasp as he takes me deep and milks me with his throat muscles. He comes up, grins at the cock sucker and does it again. Then he goes off to see if he can get on a young bearded man who just walked in. I have round two with my servile boy. I undo my belt and drop my pants to around my ankles. I tell him to lick under my balls—to get his tongue between my nut sack and the metal cock ring. He does it—loving to be given a task. I don’t let him back to my cock for a long time—I am more than happy to lightly stroke it as he keeps licking. I idly notice that the bearded boy is a grower. He dropped his pants, revealing a tiny little dick, but it has grown to almost seven inches—and Deep Throater is there. He is making the younger man very happy. I tell my boy, his hands still behind his back, that he can now lick up my cock shaft to the wet head. He does. Slowly. And with tons of spit. He takes me into his mouth. I know he wants my load after all this—but I’m just not there. I’m having too much fun. He squirms oddly as he is sucking. “Do you need to get off your knees?” I ask. He reluctantly says yes. He moves back across the room. Watching Deep Throater bring the young bearded man over to me. “I told him he should try your cock on for size,” Deep Throater chuckles softly. The Bearded Guy, nicely built, maybe 35, with a hipster length beard, kneels and gives me good head. He can’t beat the two that have gone before, but his enthusiasm is fabulous. And his beard is great on my wet balls. He grunts and moans out his pleasure at sucking a bigger cock. He is jerking like crazy. Suddenly he is off me and stands. “Want my load?” I lean in and am treated to the massive amount of semen of those under 40. He thanks me for both my dick and my willingness to take him as he zips up and leaves. Deep Throater does one more round on my cock, but I know I’m not going to blow a load easily now. I thank him and wish him good travels and head home for dinner, just as satisfied as if I’d fed him… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Three Men and a Dick September 25, 2024

Your ass looks like the perfect hole to do just that!

Near Home—September, 2024 I had no play time for 10 days straight. My balls ached for release—but I was too busy to even jerk a load out. I suddenly had free time on a Thursday afternoon. I took it. Somebody up there was looking out for me… The parking lot of my local bookstore is all but empty. I sigh. But at this point, good porn will suffice. I pay and go into the theatre. The only occupant seems to be a very old man who is asleep in the corner near the gay screen. I sit. The straight porn is full of three big dicked men demanding a young woman please them all. I stroke. The restroom door opens. It’s the Voyeur. He sits in the corner, a few chairs away from me and gets his dick out. We jerk. Eventually I get the nod. I go over and suck his dick. I start on his fragrant ball sack. He moans and reaches down to guide my head up his shaft. I lick his head a lot before I swallow him down. He takes delight in forcing the last half-inch into me so that it makes me gag around his entire shaft. He does it twice before the door opens. A good-looking white guy, somewhere between 35 and 40, comes in. He is blond and thickly built. I vaguely recognize him. He sits in the chair I vacated. He watches me suck dick—and then moves over next to us. His thick dick is out, but not hard. The Voyeur pushes me over onto his cock. I suck it but I can’t get it much harder. The Voyeur has whispered something in the guy’s ear, which I can’t hear. But I hear the guy say ‘Yes.’ The Voyeur clears his throat and I look up. “I want to see you fuck him,” he tells me. “He wants your big cock raw.” I stand up. So does the blond. He pulls off his shorts and underwear. It’s a thick, hairy ass. He bends over, holding onto the chair handles. Seeing that ass, I now remember him. I used to fuck him in the back corner of the gay theatre. I kneel and begin eating out his hairy crack. The Voyeur stands up. He loves to watch me fuck. He beats his black shaft as hard as he can. It quickly begins precumming. I lean over and lick up his pre-jizz and tongue it in the thick ass in front of me. Both men groan, realizing what I’ve done. “Fuck him hard. You know he loves your cock.” Has the Voyeur seen me fuck him before? Maybe. I don’t care. I just want to get this hole relaxed and open. With each thrust of my tongue, the Blond is getting looser. He groans—and hits his bottle of poppers. It does just what it’s supposed to do—his hole flowers open for me. I eat his full ass lips for a moment, before standing up. My cock is rampant and drooling. I push into him. He groans. The Voyeur steps closer and watches my cock invade the guy’s ass inch by inch. I bottom out. “Fuck, you feel even bigger than that thing looks.” I grin at the Voyeur and hold a moment. Then I begin a slow pump. The guy grabs his soft cock and begins pulling on it. I pick up the tempo. It feels like it’s been forever since I fucked an ass. I love seeing my shaft pump between his very pronounced ass lips. They cling to me on every backstroke. I am building to full speed. I suddenly pull out and slap my cock on his ass cheeks. The Voyeur groans—seeing my angry red dick lie there for a millisecond, before I shove it back into him. “Breed him,” the Voyeur whispers. “You want cum in your ass?” “You know I do. Fuck it deep…” I really could shoot, after all the days of no sex at all. I start driving at full speed. “Do it…” the Voyeur breathes. “Fill him up.” I grunt. My cock spasms. I shoot one or two spurts into him. He pulls off me and spins around to suck my cock. He cleans me up. I am surprised I can let him do it so easily—none of that every nerve ending on edge feeling. The guy thanks me and takes off. The Voyeur hugs me and does the same. I am still hard. Once again, my balls spat out semen, but didn’t take me over the top. I sit and stroke. Time passes. I am on the edge of leaving when the door opens. Two people come in. One is a guy in his 30’s with reddish hair, thickly built and wearing a ballcap. The other is early 20’s, tall and willowy. I look again at the tall one. Shoulder length hair. A tight white tee and ripped Daisy Dukes shorts. Sandals. He, and I am now pretty sure he is a he, is the most androgynous person I have seen here. He is not a cross dresser—but just dresses perfectly for his feminine appearance. And he has his eyes glued to my hard cock. He steps out of his sandals. He slithers out of his shorts, down to pink lacey thong panties, hiding his small dick. “Daddy, let me suck that.” Without waiting for an answer, he is on all fours and sucking my cock. His ass wiggles as he sucks. I am pretty sure I will be up another ass in mere moments. Ball Cap guy strokes to the sex—wanting some himself. The young man comes up for air. “I need to sit on this, Daddy. May I?” He stands up. I lube my cock. He turns and carefully impales himself. He slides down carefully, looking at Ball Cap guy jerking furiously. He’s tight. But experienced for this age. He begins working his ass, clenching down on me with each stroke. I let him do all the work. I just sit there, so glad I didn’t fully get off before. His legs eventually tire and he reluctantly pulls off me. “I want to fuck you bent over,” I tell him. He bends, using the same chair I had just railed the Blond’s fat ass in. “Will that make you shoot in me, Daddy?” I don’t answer, I go to my knees, pull aside the pink thong and eat out the hole that I just fucked. The difference in the age of the skin is remarkable between the two asses I have had my face buried in today. He is so soft and hairless. Everywhere. I stand up. I slap my cock on his upturned ass. Ball Cap stands up to watch me slide in. I push into the tight little hole, stretching it wide. “Oh, Daddy! Knock me up!” I begin to fuck. I force myself to go slow. My cock splits this thin guy in two. “I want your load so much…” I begin fucking faster. Ball Cap tries to move so that he could get his cock sucked at the same time, but my boy doesn’t take the hint. He is only thinking of me. “Fill my boi-pussy up! Breed me!!” I am fucking at top speed now. And I know my cock will erupt at any moment. “Here it is,” I pant. “Take it!” And I cum. Everything in my balls is emptied into this tight, androgynous boy. He groans and milks my cock for all he can. I finally pull out and wipe the last drop on his once tight pucker. He reaches back and pushes it into his ass, before licking his finger clean… * Phone numbers were exchanged. The idea of the sling excited both of us… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Oh, Daddy! Knock Me Up!!” September 23, 2024

Near Home—September, 2024 I had some time to play again on the weekend after my last trip to the bookstore. Sunday afternoons had, in the past, often been a busy time. Off I went, hoping to lighten my balls… There are only three cars in the lot. And one has to be the clerks. I almost turn around and go home, but I’m here. Maybe the videos will be really good. I go in, pay and go into the theatre with the two screens. Two men are here—one is the man with the very small cock who always has the popper bottle next to his nose. The other is man I don’t recognize, older, heavily built and barely looking at the screen or at anything in particular. I sit in my usual chair so I can keep track of both screens. Both videos are good. The gay threeway is particularly hot. The young man being used at both ends is doing everything he can to give two older daddies the best sex of their lives. My cock is hard and dripping from watching the action. I stroke. The door opens. It’s the Voyeur. He grins and comes over to sit next to me. We both refuse the offer of poppers from two seats away. The Voyeur gets out his long thin dick. He strokes it hard. He is watching the threeway, too. He actually moans as the two daddies switch places. The camera zeros in on the young man sucking the juicy dick that has been in his ass. He hungrily takes it into his mouth. The two daddies on the screen, still inside the young man, bend over the boy and kiss each other. It’s electric. The Voyeur stands up. He sticks his long, black dick in my mouth. I try to work him as hungrily as the young man on the screen. The Voyeur sighs. He grabs hold of my head and begins fucking my face. I think he’s close—which is surprising as he’s just arrived. But at that moment, his phone gives off a distinct tone. He groans—and not in a sexual way. He pulls out of my mouth and moves to the restroom to deal with the intrusion. I watch the delightfully messy cumshots in the porn. The young man’s ass and mouth are both dripping seed as the camera irises out. The Voyeur comes back in view, he gives me a wave and is out the door. I stroke. The duo in the next porn scene can’t possibly be as hot. But they are good. The director seems to love cum, precum and spit as much as I do. All are liberally exchanged. I watch and stroke. A long time. The door opens. A white man, likely in his early 40’s, enters. His head is shaved. His plain white tee hugs his chest—showing off his work at the gym. He sits to the side. He watches the straight porn—until he sees my dick. Now his focus is all on me. Never taking his eyes off me, he unzips and takes out a hot seven incher. He strokes it for a moment. Then he comes towards me. “May I suck that beauty?” he asks. I nod. He kneels. He inhales the scent from my balls. He moans. He finds the fabric of the jock pouch wadded up to the side. He works a finger under it and leans in to inhale the scent from it. He moans again. Only then does he move to my wet cock. His tongue flicks out and tastes my precum beading up on the slit. He swallows it hungrily. He licks down the shaft. And back up. Finally, he ovals his mouth and takes me deep inside him. Fuck, he’s great. I sigh. His tongue is restless. It never stops. He finally pulls off my shaft and begins to lick my balls. I hear him increase the speed of his left hand on his own dick—he is jerking himself swiftly. He is getting my balls very wet. After they are both sopping, he takes one and then the other into his mouth, giving them the tiniest stretch as he does it—but it is done so delicately, it never hurts. Once both have been in his mouth, he raises them with his free hand, coated in his precum from the jerking and begins licking at my cock ring under them. I groan and tell him I love what he’s doing. He moans in response and stays right there, lapping and giving little flicks with his tongue to the wrinkled skin. And then his own fingers, to taste his own juices. I close my eyes and hunker down in the chair—giving him better access. Eventually, he works back up my shaft. As his tongue traces upward, he finally pauses and asks “I am really close to shooting. You want it?” “Sure. Don’t waste it.” I expect him to stand up, but instead he begins sucking my cock at a faster tempo. His lips feel incredible as they glide down my shaft, made so wet by my precum and his spit. He does it over and over—always stopping just before he chokes on me. Suddenly, he rears up. His dick is inches from my face. I lean in and take his cock. Happy to take his load after he’s given me so much pleasure. He entire body shakes as he fires off round after round into my mouth and throat. I swallow fast, not wanting to let any drip into my beard. He grabs my shoulders and hangs on. I clean his cock, savoring every drop. Only then does he let go—and thank me. He zips up and leaves. I glance at the two men who were there when I arrived. The poppers guy enjoyed the show—the other one is fast asleep… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “May I Suck That Beauty?” September 21, 2024

Near Home—August, 2024 I took some time off from my latest work gig on the last Thursday of the month. I worked all morning and took the afternoon at the local bookstore. The parking lot was very full. But would it be a playful group or just men who sit and watch…? I walk in and close the door behind me. I stand there for a moment, letting my eyes adjust. The entire row in which I normally sit is full of men. All jerking their cocks. I smile. I go and sit against the far wall where there are two more men. I can see both screens from here. Near the gay screen is a large Black man I recognize from this place. A young white cub is closer to me. In fact, in moments he moves one chair over so we are next to each other. “You suck, don’t you?” he whispers. He waves his thick, stubby cock at me. His expression is a mix of hope and lust. I smile and nod before slipping to the floor. The moment I take him into my mouth, I feel the row of jerking men change their focus from the straight screen to us. The young cub is very vocal about how much he is enjoying my mouth. He can’t stop moaning. I love that the five strokers are beating their meat harder and faster. You can hear it—it is a lovely accompaniment to the moans of the cub. He can’t last long. “I’m…I’m…gonna…” And he shoots. Filling my mouth with the mega-sized load of men under 30. I swallow and clean him up. He is thrilled he has no need of the fast-food napkin clutched in his hand. He takes off. With him leaving, the youngest man here is now in his mid-50’s. I jerk. Pleased I have energized the room. But the row of men stroking, just return to the video, there is no stray hand on another man’s erection. Nothing overt. The Black guy gets up. He kneels in front of me. He begins to suck me. Well, actually not. He licks the head and jerks my cock with his big hand. As I don’t shoot into his mouth instantly, he tightens the grip and jerks harder. It hurts and I tell him so. He eases up on the grip, but still never really takes me into his mouth. I finally beg for a break. He gets up. The fly of my pants is soaked in his spittle. I sigh—but it’s not like I wear good clothes when I come here. The door opens. A man comes in, around my age. He comes right to me, as if we know each other. “May I?” he whispers. I nod. He goes to his knees and gives me the kind of head I love: lots of tongue, lots of variety with speed and depth. I hear him unzip and jerk himself as he sucks and sucks. He only stops when his knees fail him. He zips up and leaves, nodding in my direction. I check the floor to see if he shot, but can find no trace of semen…just some stray spittle that missed my pants. The row of five jerking men finally changes. One gets up to leave. It leaves a chair open next to the youngest of the group—a white man in his mid-50’s with a shaved head and a handsome face. He projects a very straight persona, from how he interacts with the men around him, to how he’s dressed, to his high interest in the man on the screen eating a young woman out after they’ve been endlessly fucking. He is stroking a hot seven incher, cut and very pink. I sit next to him, not expecting more than an eyeful. We stroke and stroke. One more man in our row leaves. Then I get the nod. He wants my mouth. I kneel and give him the best head I know how to give. He squirms and strokes my closely cropped hair. “Suck my dick, man. I love that your swallow…” This makes me work harder. I really want his load. I deep throat him repeatedly. He suddenly stands up. I think he’s about to shoot, but he pushes past me to the guy in the corner. He kneels and starts giving head himself. He is behaving likes he’s obsessed—like a switch has been thrown by my mouth on his cock. The guy he is attempting to suck tries to push him away, but he stays there—and the guy is suddenly ok with it. So ok, he gives Mr. Straight Appearing a load of cum in his mouth. He swallows. Straight Appearing moves to the man with the two-inch cock who continually huffs poppers. He is offered a hit by Two-Incher. He takes it and begins sucking the guy. He gets another load in his mouth. Straight Appearing groans and stands up, jerking his dick wildly. I kneel in front of him. He jerks and jerks—telling me to stay off him until he tells me. He jerks panting and groaning out his need. I moan in counterpoint. “Now! Take it, fucker!” He steps towards me and I lean in. It’s a big load. Thick and viscus. He let’s me clean him up. He twists his balls to give me ever last drop. He leaves with a quick pat on my shoulder. The room empties. I stay and jerk. Gradually a new crop of men begin to filter into the room; but I need to leave soon myself. A big bear, who has sucked me often in the past, enters. He falls to his knees and his thick tongue is all over my dripping dick. I really want to give it up for him. Another man, a greying daddy, comes in. He sees us and whips out his dick. He sticks it in my mouth. Perfect. The guy in my mouth is pumping with intent. I idly wonder which of us will shoot first. Then he pulls out of my mouth. “I want to fuck you,” he tells the bear. The bear stands up to ditch his pants. “Not here.” He leads him to the restroom and locks the door. Well, fuck. I’d wondered if guys would use it as a private room—but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen. And likely not the last. I hear clothes being shed behind the door. It’s almost five o’clock. I put my dick away and reluctantly leave, still slightly sticky fingered…. The orginal is here: From My Side of the Sling: Flipping the Switch September 19, 2024

My Playroom—August, 2024 As August wound down, Kieran and I finally found a date for him to come to the playroom—one that worked for both of us. We had made numerous attempts, but our schedules had never aligned—or when they did, he had needed to cancel as family matters arose. Now, he was headed my way on this Wednesday afternoon. It had only been four days since I’d given Osvaldo all of my cum and piss, but, with my increased work schedule, the stress of it went right to my balls, making them ache for release… Kieran comes in the door, right at noon. He is in a jovial mood. “I really need your cock,” he tells me as we go down to the playroom. I have not bothered to get dressed today. I had just added my jock and boots to my bathrobe before he knocked on the door. Kieran strips and tosses his clothes on the chair. “Now let me suck that big thing.” He sits, fully naked, on the edge of the single bed. He’s a big man, but his farm work helps keep him in shape. I walk over after hanging my robe on the doorknob. My cock is mounding in the stained and aromatic jock. Kieran reaches for my hips and pulls me closer, nuzzling the jock. He seems to appreciate the aroma of sex emanating from it. He pulls it aside and my cock dangles inches from his face. It continues to harden, slapping his chin as it erects. He takes me into his mouth with a slight moan at the back of his throat. He really is an expert cocksucker. He has told me he sucked dick as a young man but stopped for a long time after his marriage. But the need for cock in his mouth never went away—and he eventually found men on the sly who needed his skills. His tongue moves continually. It feels thicker than some—making moves like the constant probing of my piss slit feel even better. I am precumming like crazy. I can feel it ooze out of me. Kieran is hungry. He swallows every drop or, occasionally, swirls it all over my cockhead. Suddenly, he goes for depth. He takes me to the hilt, making himself gag on purpose. He pulls off me so I can see the long strands of deepthroat spit connecting us. His finger twirls them around my dick before he takes me back into his mouth. He sucks the head and uses his tongue to clean the shaft of all the excess juice before he does it again. And then once more. “Lay down on the bed so I can get your balls.” He doesn’t have to ask twice. I lie down, propped up slightly with the pillows. He just has room to kneel between my splayed legs. That thick tongue is all over my big balls. Kieran leaves trails of spittle of them—simply so he can come back and lick them all up. He gently sucks one and then the other into his mouth. He is careful not to do both together. He lifts them and licks my cock ring and the skin below it. He moves slightly down my perineum and back up again. He suckles each ball once more, before once again taking my dripping shaft down his throat. He finally comes up for air. But just for a moment. He can’t stop sucking me. And I’m not going to tell him to stop. “My ass is hungry for this dick, too.” I suggest the sling as I know being on his knees, even with the padding of the fuck bench, is harder for him. I remember to attach one of the sets of chains to the middle of top frame, to give Kieran something to hang onto as he rolls back onto the sling. It’s high for my leg height—and he is a shorter man, so it’s awkward. He gets his legs on the chains and forgoes the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his thick ass. I have to pull his cheeks apart to get my tongue on his ruined hole. He uses toys on himself—and rarely gets the real thing. I lick him for a bit—surprisingly more for my pleasure than his—before I stand up and slide in. Kieran groans. His eyes connect with the mirror. He watches my slow fuck into his ass. “Damn, that feels good.” He groans again as I increase the speed. “So damn tired of toys…” Now, he closes his eyes. I can see the pleasure on his face. It registers each stroke of my dick. Over and over. I pull out. I kneel and eat his hole again. He moans this time. Maybe my dick has woken up those nerve endings. “Fuck me some more.” I stand up and push in. Again, he watches the fuck. “I want you to load my ass.” Amazingly, I find I could give him my cum fairly quickly. I consider: I know he’s not crazy about my rimming him. He has said in the past he doesn’t want any of my toys. We can’t switch positions, comfortably, to the fuck bench…Why not shoot? I pick up the pace. “I’m gonna cum in you.” “Fuck, yes!” I begin to pant. “Your mouth got me really hot.” That is certainly the truth. “Give it to me, then…” I close my eyes as I keep pumping. I can’t believe I’m shooting this fast, but suddenly I am. I fire off a volley or five or six shots of jizz. I grab the top of the sling frame and hold on, closing my eyes. His ass squeezes down on my cock, milking out the final drop. Eventually, I return to reality and pull out. I grab a towel and wipe him down. “Do you want to get off?” He considers. “Not today. I just want to feel your cum inside me for a while….” He dresses and leaves—full of my load. I can’t quite believe that I shot so fast, but I am more than ready to make lunch… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Does the Unexpected September 14, 2024

You were right--it was a hot entry in him, too. So creamy...

I do love a good fuck bench fuck!

Grand Rapids—August, 2024 On Saturday night I continued my weekend devoted to sex. Osvaldo, the young man who loves to get bred by multiple daddies and who loves to video the act, had been after me to come up to the big city again. This was the perfect day to see him as it was All Gender Night at the bathhouse there, insuring a crowd. We agreed to meet at 8:30pm. I was a little early. And so was he. I had stripped to jock, boots and wrist band, with my towel over my shoulder. I went upstairs to the play area—and there he was giving a seated daddy some head… He gets up and gives me a hug. The daddy moves away, so I lead Osvaldo to a dark alcove where bisexual porn is playing. There are some chairs here and a very tall medical exam table. A handsome, tatted, late 30’s white guy is getting head from a man my age. I bend Osvaldo over, so his chest is on the table top. I kneel and begin eating out his plump ass. He moans. I have positioned him so he can watch the other two men. Osvaldo moans again and grinds his ass into my face. I switch back and forth from fucking him with my tongue to grinding my bearded chin into his hole. “Fuck me, Papi!” I reluctantly stand up. My greased clock slides into his welcoming, wet hole. Across from us, I am pleased to see the older guy is now riding the cock of the tatted guy, bouncing hard on it. My hand smacks Osvaldo’s full ass. The sound fills in the small space—and brings in a couple of towel clad men to watch the rutting. I pull out and taste his hole once more. Just a quick lick—and my cock is back up him. I fuck him hard and fast. Tatted guy turns to me. “Wanna switch?” Both bottoms are eager for this. I pull out as the older man stands up. He bends over the back of a chair for me. Osvaldo stays in place. I love seeing him take cock. I sink into the older guy’s stretched hole. Tatted guy delivers a very hard fuck, making Osvaldo pant. Just as suddenly, he stops and walks away. The older guy asks if I’m going to load him. I tell him I won’t be doing that to anybody for another three hours… He pulls off me and goes to suck some cock in the main porn viewing area. I hunker down behind Osvaldo to taste his hole after the tatted guy’s fuck. He is wonderfully wet. Eventually, I stand up and fuck him a little more, before we head to the fuck bench area. A very large young man is sitting on an ottoman behind the bench. Instantly, Osvaldo is on his knees and begins to suck him. I kneel and fuck Osvaldo, giving the young man a wonderful view of my dick going into his ass. But the floor is hard. I suggest we move to the bench. Osvaldo positions himself on it. The young guy stands to feed him his cock. I do a quick rim and stand up to fuck. “Is it alright for me to fuck him, too?” “Of course.” We change places. Osvaldo hungrily swallows me down, moaning at all the different juices now inside his ass. The young man has a very small dick. I pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth and move around so I can pull Osvaldo’s full butt cheeks apart. It works. The guy fucks him, panting hard. Another daddy is in now in Osvaldo’s mouth. Suddenly the fucker stops and splits. I inspect the ass crack with my tongue. It’s not a full load of cum, but incredibly tasty. I eat some—and fuck some deeper into Osvaldo’s gut, all while he has another man’s cock in his mouth… * Osvaldo tells me a regular of his has a room. We go there. The guy is likely a little older than me, slender and with a good seven inches where it counts. Osvaldo gets up on the bed and sucks him as I eat his ass once more. Soon, the older guy turns him and slides into him. Osvaldo is positioned so it’s impossible for me to use his mouth. I jerk to the fuck for a while, but the guy has no interest in sharing. I excuse myself, telling Osvaldo to find me at the sling when he’s done. I go upstairs and sit by the sling. Two men, both around my age, take turns sucking me—one on my cock and one on my balls. They know how to share. They are constantly moving, holding my dick for the other to suck. It’s hot. I idly wonder if they are partners. Osvaldo arrives, conceivably with a load in his ass. He watches for a moment, then gets in the sling. “Looks like you are needed over there,” says one of my suckers. I go over. My suckers are in no hurry to leave—they want to watch the live porn. I kneel and taste the juices seeping out of Osvaldo’s ass. He groans. I moan and lick away. “Stick that big cock in him," one of my suckers says. I stand up. My cock slaps Osvaldo’s cock mound in his jock, before I push into his well fucked hole. The suckers get up and come closer. One plays with Osvaldo’s nipples while his buddy jerks off. I start a slow fuck and build it up until I am rattling the sling chains. Finally, I have to stop and catch my breath. I pull out, and quickly go to my knees and bury my face there, as Osvaldo’s juicy ass drips out someone’s load… * We go to his room. He takes video after video of him sucking me, of riding me, of me fucking him from behind. This is my least favorite part of the evening, simply as I know he has a whole library full of video with me in him. But he loves it. So, we do it. We separate for a time. He goes off to see who might fuck him without me around. “You intimidate them, you know,” he smiles. I check out the all gender gathering, which is up some back stairs. They are playing ‘getting to know you’ games. No sex. But our tatted friend is now there. I leave them to it. I think I have a willing man as I sit in a downstairs lounge. He cruises me three times, but won’t make a move to join me on the mattress there. Osvaldo finds me instead. We fuck on the mattress, with him on all fours. But we both miss the sling. We go up. There is a hetro couple there, sitting in the chairs to the side. She is wrapped in a towel. He’s naked and massaging her feet. Osvaldo doesn’t hesitate. He hops in the sling. I go to my knees and eat his wet ass. I stand up and slide in. The couple is enjoying the show. The guy’s cock is now hard and he uses it on the massage of the soles of her feet. I fuck. I rim. I have Osvaldo suck my dick straight from his ass. The two men who sucked me come back. I motion them over, but they don’t want to block the view of the straight couple, so they stay behind them, now both stroking their dicks. It's near midnight. My balls are telling me it’s time. “You want my cum?” I ask, more for the audience, than Osvaldo. “You know I do!” “I’m really close…” I fuck a few more strokes. “I want your piss, too!” His eyes are shining up at me. He knows how to turn on our oglers. I pick up the tempo of the fuck. And I start shooting. My cum spurts and spurts—deep in his hole. I grab the chains. My body contorts. I just hold on. And wait. In moments, my cock begins to unload piss in him. Fuck, it’s endless. I have tanked up more than I realized. Over to the side, one of the two suckers fires a load on the floor. I am still pissing—and tell Osvaldo so. “I can feel it. SOOOO full….” I have conveniently tucked my towel under the sling, in case he loses some as I pull out. He doesn’t. I go to my knees to clean up his pucker. The husband actually gives a little gasp of pleasure and surprise as I do it. I help Osvaldo out of the sling. He races to the shower, to video the release of the piss load. I nod to our audience. I am pleased the wife can’t take her eyes off the site of my wet cock as I tuck it away… (Osvaldo sends it to me on the drive home—it is a gorgeous arc of pale yellow streaming out of him for 25 seconds.) The original is here, with pics: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Takes the Loads September 13, 2024

I had a variation of that---my GI doctor told me that he loved gay men for they knew how to clean out properly and made his job easier!