FelchingPisser

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

This is why rimseats were invented!!

Are you coming to the piss party? I'll be there on Sat?

Jackson—May, 2024 So, as that last post showed, I certainly enjoyed my time at my usual bookstore on Friday, but I still had a load churning in my balls. I didn’t want to waste it. I’d had such fun on the Saturday afternoon at the video place (now remodeled into more of a play area and written up as A Busy Bookstore), that I went back there the next day. It was the right choice. Again, the parking lot is packed. I park way off to the side and go in. I need to piss—my travel mug of hot tea for the road has raced through my system. I pay and go in, heading right to the bathroom. It’s occupied. I wait and wait. A helpful man can see my distress, even in the dimly lit corridor. He tells me there is an additional toilet in the lower arcade (which is now included in our admission price.) I find it, piss and check the booths down there. No one. I head up—now able to concentrate on the men. I do make a mental note that if anyone here ever wants piss, the downstairs toilet is the perfect setting for it. I wander. Men are everywhere. The slurp ramp has one happy customer getting head through one of the three gloryholes. A hot man is stroking openly to trans porn. Another to his right is more focused on the straight screen. I sit near them and pull out my cock. I can watch both screens at the same time. Soon enough, I have a mouth on my cock. A man around my age, short and thin, is giving me great warm up head. He slobbers all over my cock and balls. And licks it all up again. I watch the other men who walk by. They stop and watch the blow job for a bit before moving on. I know that I will have at least a few of them on my cock before the end of the day. My cocksucker moves on. I wander. At the medical table there is the man with the shaved head from last time, still looking for cock up his ass. He greets me with, “I know I got all the extra water out of my ass today.” I smile—glad he can joke about it. He readjusts the table so it is at a good height for me. I eat his hole and fuck. He’s spotless today. And hungry. I fuck for a long time. He loves the taste of his ass juices when I’m done. I wander. “Well, hello stranger.” It’s Kieran, the married guy who cancelled earlier in the week. I am surprised to see him—he can usually only escape from home on Wednesday or Thursday. We chat as we look for a vacant chair. I sit—and he leans over to use that hot mouth of his. He licks and swallows me down. He licks my balls, moaning softly as he does it. My cock is juicing. He licks up the shaft to get every drop… * There is a man around my age who has stripped off his shirt and tucked it in the back of his jeans. He has a great hairy chest. I have watched him give head to countless men throughout my first hour here. Now I see him go into the middle glory hole booth and shut the door. I go around and up the steps of the slurp ramp. I make for the middle hole and stick my hard, wet cock through it. A moment. Then the best mouth of the day is on me. I love Kieran’s head—but this guy is better yet. He is making love to my dick. I hear him as well as feel his lips and tongue. He reacts to my scent, my wetness with subtle moans. He can’t keep his tongue out of my juicy piss slit. Usually, I love to see a man suck me, to touch his head, or ear or shoulder. But with my body pressed up against the wall, my sucker unseen and me holding the top of the wall for balance, this is incredibly hot. Suddenly my dick goes from warm to cool. His mouth is off me. Then his tongue finds my balls. I love that the glory holes here are long slits. At other places, they are often too low for me. Here, I am standing comfortably and I can get my entire package through the long oval to be serviced. His tongue is making a meal of my nuts. He even uses his hand to raise them up and lick under them. The sex sweat smell causes him to moan louder. I stay a long time. A man has joined me on the raised platform. He strokes a nice seven incher as he watches me pressed against the wall. “You need to try his mouth,” I whisper. He nods. “Here’s a new one for you,” I say to the man at the hole. I pull out and he takes my place. The new guy gives the sucker a load before I am off the platform… * There is another very busy man here. He is my age and has a dick just a half inch smaller. Many men have sampled both us—though we have not played in the same space. But here he is at the medical table. I see his back; his sucker is out of view. I move closer. It is someone new sucking that hot cock. A young man. Today the average age has been high. The sucker is likely 35, maybe slightly younger. He has reddish/blond hair cut short. A handsome face, now contorted from servicing a sizeable dick. He looks like the dad who should be pushing a stroller in the park. I am positive there is car seat in the back of his car. But he still needs cock. And he’s getting it. “You want an even bigger one,” says the other top. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. The other top moves to the side as I move in. The guy is good—though he just doesn’t have the experience of some of the suckers I’ve had today. But his enthusiasm is enough. He’s hot. And now servicing both us. He tries to cram both dick heads in his mouth at once. The other top looks at me. “I know he likes to get fucked.” Then to the guy on his knees: “You want our dicks in your ass today?” “Fuck me, please.” Instantly the guy stands up and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear. They are tossed on the floor. He bends over the medical table so he can suck as he gets fucked. “Open him up,” the top tells me. I go to my knees. His ass is delicious. He has light reddish down covering both ass cheeks—and more in his crack. And his hole is tight. It takes some adept tongue work to make it flower open. He keeps moaning now, around the cock in his mouth as I eat him out. My cock is rampant. I stand up. “You want me raw?” “Yes, sir.” Then as an afterthought. “I want your cum up there…” My cock head pushes into him. He stops sucking. “Fuck….” he hisses. I bottom out. He’s taken my full length. The moment he starts sucking again, I begin to fuck. I build fast. I am fucking hard enough to push his entire body forward onto the other guy’s cock. I finally slow a little. “You want a turn? I ask the other top, not really thinking he will. But he does. We switch places. The young man eagerly cleans my dick. He loves his ass jizz and moans at the thought for where my cock has been. The other top fucks him. Hard and fast, but not for long. We reverse once again. He gets his dick cleaned just as hungrily and I go to my knees to taste the other man’s juices. I can’t stop licking his used, now puffy hole. “Please fuck me,” he whines, pulling off the cock in his mouth. I stand up. I insert. I fuck. Hard. Long strokes. Making him feel every inch. “Breed him and send him home with your load,” the top chuckles. I am about to do just that. And I shoot. Not a lot—but I can feel the cum spurting—but not with the every-nerve-tingling orgasm. “I just shot,” I pant. I pull out and taste my load. The top is now fucking the young man’s face. I get a big dollop of my cum dribbled into my mouth. Now I’m ready. I stand up and plow into him, fucking in a second load. I can’t move, it’s so intense. I hold onto his ass for support. Finally, I pull out and lean against the wall, panting. I watch as the other top empties his load down the young daddy’s gullet… * On the way to my car, I did pass a SUV with a large teddy bear sticking his head out of a Toy’s R Us bag… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “You Want an Even Bigger One?” May 23, 2024

Near Home—May, 2024 So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming. Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday. But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son. Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday. But suddenly his work got in the way of that. Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to reschedule, he went totally quiet. I might have gone back to my usual hunting ground right after he cancelled, but I waited until Friday, thinking it might be better. And indeed, it was. Not perfect, but good. And that was enough… The straight theatre has six or seven men in it. I can’t sit in the cocksucker’s seat. I find one against the wall. There is a man standing against the back wall. His thick dick is out and hard. He doesn’t stroke it. He just stands there. Waiting? With his expressionless face it’s hard to tell. A man, slightly younger than me with a shaved head, is in the cocksucker’s seat. But he doesn’t seem interested in that hard cock two feet from him. A man in front of me is obviously stroking. I can’t see anything, but we can all hear his moist hand beating his dick. He looks only at the screen—so we all assume he wants to be left alone. A man around my age comes in. I recognize him and am fairly sure we’ve played. He is short and flashes a terrific smile at me as he sits in the chair across the aisle from me. He takes his cock out instantly, working it very fast to full erection. There is something about the energy of the room that keeps us apart. I nod to him, stand, stuff my cock back in my pants and go next door. There is a younger bearded man here, his pants around his ankles, stroking a very small cock. I sit and wait. The door opens. The guy with the terrific smile has followed me in. He stands against the back wall, in the corner behind the entrance door, his cock out and—as I soon learn—drooling. I go to him and take the wet shaft in my mouth. He sighs. He let’s me suck. Then he fucks my face a little. But his cock is not as hard now. I figure it out. He needs to be sucking me. I stand. He bends and his mouth sucks me deep into his throat. He’s good. But he’s not going to get my load, ten minutes into my time here. “You close?” he asks. I tell him it feels great, but I’m not close. “I am. You want it?” He straightens up. His cock is rampant again from his sucking me. I go back to my knees and swallow his thick load after just a little more tongue work. He does himself up as I stand. The young bearded man has moved around to watch. As the guy with the smile leaves, the bearded guy asks if he can suck. I let him. He is enthusiastic but not good. His teeth keep catching the edge of my cock head. I tell him to lick my sweaty balls. He is good at that. And loves the flavor. He never goes back to my dick—he stays right there, licking my hairy sack and jerking his tiny dick. When I suggest we take a break, I notice there is a pool of semen of the floor from his cock… * I go back to the straight theatre. Men have shifted. The man with the hard cock (and no takers) is gone. The guy with the shaved head has moved to where I sat originally. He still looks at me like he might want me, but can’t bring himself to make a move. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. A regular comes in. He is my age and almost twice my weight. He is a talker; he loves to critique the video. He sits next to me and does just that, groping himself first, then replacing my hand in stroking my shaft. The shaved head guy to the side watches us. The long-haired guy goes from stroking me to leaning across me and sucking. It’s a lousy angle. But it feels good enough to let him continue. I finally ask my long-haired sucker to take a break. The shaved head guy stands. Is he finally going to ask to suck me? Nope. He’s out the door. The long-haired guy follows him. I am alone for a moment. The couple, who come here to both suck as much dick as possible, make an appearance. The better sucker—and the one who hates having my cock wet beforehand—smiles at me and leaves. I trade blow jobs with his shaved head partner. He does me first. And, when he’s super hard from sucking me, has me blow him. Neither of us are trying for orgasm. Always restless, he leaves to check in with his partner. I go piss. When I return, there stands the guy with his hard on jutting out of his pants. He does not look at me as I pass him, or when I sit, or even when I pull out my cock to jerk. I fist my dick and he stands there, jutting straight out. Once, after a huge facial on the big screen television, he adjusts himself slightly, pulling his balls free from behind the zipper. Is he just showing off? Or does he want to be sucked? It’s an easy slide out of my seat and onto my knees. If he rebuffs me—who really cares? Without a word my mouth touches his cock. He does not look at me, make a sound or pull away. I take him deep in my throat. He is thick enough to make me really work at it. But I can instantly tell I am doing something right, as his cock begins to precum constantly. I deep throat him again, and then concentrate on his head, swabbing it with my tongue. Drilling into his piss slit. My hands have found his bull balls. I stroke them as I suck. Over and over, my fingers moving behind them to tantalize his perineum. Then my tongue goes to his balls. My hand gently jerks his dick as I lick the wrinkled sack. I still can’t get a sigh, much less a moan, out of him. My tongue on his nuts is increasing the already heavy precum flow. I move back to his cock. I do a repetitive deep throat on him—as if he were fucking my face. Though he still stands stock still. And he’s there. His load is mammoth. Jolt after jolt of semen is spat into my mouth. I swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke or let any get away. It’s an incredibly hot moment. A true reward. He let’s me keep him in my mouth until he’s done. Until I’ve licked up every drop. Until he realizes there is nothing to mop up with the handkerchief he’s found. Now he’s talkative. He thanks me profusely. Tells me how good it was. And how much he needed it after a hard week. He leaves. I walk around. The store has emptied. It’s earlier than I usually leave, but I can’t imagine anything better happening today. I might not have shot—but I leave very satisfied… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Reward: A Mammoth Load May 21, 2024

Near Home—May, 2024 I was still horned after my Friday afternoon of fun, detailed in the last post. But I had a work gig that kept me from playing on Saturday and Sunday. But it didn’t prevent me from setting up some dates. I arranged a time on Wednesday with the married bear who is such a good cocksucker. He was excited to come back to the playroom. I also made a date with a brand-new guy, a younger man. He was looking to me to work on opening his very tight hole and to be introduced to piss play. That was for Thursday. And here I was on Monday horned and in need. I went to the bookstore. I rarely went on a Monday. I had no idea if there would be anyone there. But even some good porn would work. So, off I went… The parking lot is sparsely filled. I consider turning around and going home. But I go in. As usual, I head to the straight theatre first. My cocksucker’s chair is taken by the one man in the theatre. He’s white, late 40’s to early 40’s, in decent shape. He is totally ignoring the porn and is scrolling through his phone. And answering the annoying ping of incoming texts. I sit to the side and open my fly. The porn is talky. I have been here for 10 minutes and they are still ‘acting’ up there on the screen. I wait it out. It goes on for another good five minutes. And when the sex starts, it’s a girl-on-girl scene. I look over at the guy on his phone. He has never even acknowledged I’m in the room, so I do myself up and go next door. No one is here. The porn is very twinkish—but at least there are some dicks and asses on the screen. I watch. My cock is semi-hard. When a cute blond begins licking a barely legal otter’s ass, my cock finally stands up. The door opens. A white man, likely in his 50’s comes in. He looks like he is using the theatre as a way to get off the streets. His clothes are filthy, his beard is unkempt and there is that sour smell of old body odor. “You want my ass?” he asks, the moment he sees me. I shake my head. “I love to suck…” He steps closer to me. The smell is overpowering. I do up my fly and excuse myself. I go back to the straight theatre. The guy is still engrossed in his phone. On the big screen television, the female couple simulate their orgasms as I sit down. The next sequence also has an interminable set-up scene, but at least it’s a young man and a young girl. They finally start to have the most white-bread sex you can imagine. This is porn you take home to the wife. The only good thing about the scene is that the guy shoots fast—and the video ends. I go out and tell the clerk to change the disc. She nods. The guy I thought might be homeless is also at the counter. He’s buying a sex toy. I go to the bathroom, piss and go back to the new video. I can’t believe it. I have actually seen it here. And it is another one where they act for a very long time before anything happens. I don’t even sit. I glance at Phone Guy (still at it) and check in next door. The unkempt guy is opening his purchase. I can’t see what it is, as his body is in the way, but I hear the hard plastic packaging being ripped open. I beat a hasty retreat. I cruise the racks of movies. I get points towards a purchase with every dollar I spend here. I often use the accumulated points to purchase porn. Nothing is calling me today. I also check the parking lot. Empty but for our four vehicles. I go back to the straight side. They are now having sex on the screen. I open my fly, but my cock is barely hard. I work him up a little. Phone Guy pays no attention at all. Whoever he is chatting with is one of those people who sends the text every sentence. The ding of incoming texts is constant—faster than he can answer them. I stop. I put my dick away. There is a loud crash next door. A metal chair has likely been tipped over. I get up. I hear the door bang. I go out and around. The gay theatre now reeks. It’s empty but for the packaging strewn on the floor. And a pink dildo covered in….well, you know. I walk out of the room. Out of the store And start my car. I should have stayed home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cell Phones and Sex Toys May 192024

Near Home—May, 2024 It was a Friday afternoon. The first Friday of May. I went to the bookstore that is just a few miles from me. It started very slowly…but, oh, I am so glad I didn’t leave… I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat—but it’s my cock getting sucked. Well, my cock head. A man, a good deal older than myself, asked very politely if he could suck my dick. I’ve let him. He is bending over to do it, as I’m guessing his knees are shot. His mouth, on first contact, was warm, wet and welcoming. But he won’t go any deeper than the tip of my dick. His soft hand is wrapped around my shaft and he is jerking me into his mouth. Roughly. “Please, no hand.” He let’s go reluctantly. But doesn’t go any deeper down on me. In moments, the hand is back and jerking me again. I ask for a break. I jerk, with just a sheen of lube, in peace. The gay couple who come here to suck cock is working the arcade today. (We actually waved to each other in the parking lot.) The one with a shaved head does me quite frequently. His partner is not fond of the fact that I need to use lube, a tasteless lube, to jerk—so he doesn’t do me as often. But today, when he comes through the door, he makes a bee line to me and gives my dick everything it was missing with the first guy. He is constantly deep throating me and reveling in all the precum that action produces. The first guy comes back. He stands to the side and watches the man on his knees giving me superlative head. He is not happy. But he doesn’t leave. He hovers. My sucker takes a break. I tell him how good that felt. He beams—and goes out the door, likely to tell his partner. The first guy leans down and grabs my dick before I can say anything. Once again, he jerks me as his mouth encircles my cock head. This time, I am very aware of his toupee. The ‘hair’ never moves. I ask for no hand. He lets go for 30 seconds, and then it wraps back around my shaft. The hand doesn’t chafe as much as before as my cock is wet from the other guy. Now, it’s drying. And I can’t take it. I tell him to stop. He gives me an injured look and leaves. A larger man, who sports a fat cock, comes in and sits against the wall, watching me. I have sucked him in the past. I’m about to get up and do him when the other half of the partnered guys comes in. He sucks my cock enthusiastically, as the light from the big screen television glints on his shaved scalp. The larger guy watches and jerks to us. Shaved Head soon tires and takes off. I am just collecting myself to go suck the larger guy’s cock when Thirty Seconds walks in. He is the guy who takes a hit of poppers just before my mouth touches him—and he cums in 30 seconds or less. I wait. He unzips. His small cock is hard. He huffs. I take him in my mouth and…bam. I swallow his load. And once I have that first load, I want more. I get up and suck the larger guy. He loves my mouth and tells me so. He even thinks it’s hot that I have the remnants of a guy’s load in my mouth. He’s a talker. Eventually he reminds me he can’t cum anymore with ejaculate, but the feeling is still there for him. I work his cock until he gets there. He shudders—and nary a drop of fluid is released. I wait. Alone in the dark room. Stroking. A good-looking white daddy comes in. He stands right next to me. He knows what I want. And he has a cock to be sucked dry. He unzips. A hot, dripping seven-incher. He tosses one glance at me, and then never looks at me again. I go to my knees in front of him. He moans as my lips encircle him. Even more when I go deep. But he doesn’t look down at me. Or touch me. But it doesn’t stop him from emptying his balls down my throat. He even lets me clean him up. I wait. The door opens. A man my age, with a long beard comes in. He makes me think this is how my bud Jacob will look in 20 years. He stands in the same place and unzips. But he is all about stroking my head as I suck; to hold on to me and fuck my face; to get his slim fingers into my ears. He is uncut—and loves how my tongue works the foreskin back. I pull off him—only to get his balls. He can’t keep his hands off his cock as I lick and massage each testicle in turn. “I’m gonna shoot…” I swallow him down just in time. A lull. I consider going home to prep dinner. A regular, a bigger, jovial guy comes in. He kneels and suck me—like he does every time he sees me. He’s good. But I am not anywhere near orgasm. The door opens. He quickly sits next to me before the new guy, likely late 30’s, comes in. He’s tall and thin, wearing jeans that have seen a full day’s work, dusty work boots and a reflective orange shirt. Fuck. He’s one of the highway workers, rebuilding the expressway. He glances at us and then focuses on the screen. The video is hot and nasty. He responds. He unzips. His cock in long and thin. He strokes. My seat partner can’t contain himself. He gets up and goes to the guy. “Can I suck you?” The road worker shakes his head. He points to me. “Then let him suck you while I suck him.” I can’t believe that the guy nods and comes toward me, his long cock swinging. I take him in my mouth, still seated on the bench. His balls reek, in the best way, of a hard day’s work. He stands motionless and let’s me work on him. I have him breathing hard quite fast. Then I feel the mouth on my cock. The larger guy is watching me suck while he does the same to me. I moan around the cock in my mouth. Road Worker notices what’s happening and his cock drools on my tongue. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he whispers. I make an affirmative sound. “Swallow, don’t spit.” As if… I redouble my efforts. I want to get him off before my cock decides to spurt. His cock is drooling non-stop now. I pull off and lick his musky balls. He moans—but he doesn’t touch his dick. “Damn, you know what you’re doing…” he mumbles. I go back to his cock. Now, he can’t help beginning to fuck my face. In moments, he is exploding a huge pent-up load. He stays in my mouth, letting his cock drool every drop. The moment he pulls it out, my cock is moments away from the finish. “Do my balls,” I bark out. My sucker licks them. I give my dick a few strokes. “Take my load,” I demand. He’s on me. Swallowing me down. I pant. I can’t stop tasting Road Worker’s cum and musk. He has stopped putting his dick away so he can watch me spew my load… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow, Don't Spit" May 17, 2024

Jackson—April, 2024 It was Saturday. The end of the month. I was horned. But I wanted to go somewhere different. I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking. I packed a lunch and took off. I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed. I lucked into of the last parking spots. I went inside. The price had gone up. Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprised I was at the number of cars. He told me that, lately, Saturdays there had been incredibly busy. I thanked him and went through the door into the darkened lounge… Men are everywhere. Right now they are all in my age range—plus or minus 10 years. There is a man openly jerking to trans porn. Two more are doing the same thing to old gay videos. One of the three gloryholes booths has the door closed. I walk around to the ramp behind the booths—and there is a man, his entire body pressed against the wall, obviously enjoying himself. I go piss in the bathroom, then walk down the narrow hall. There is a blow job happening in the next room. I walk down to the room with the medical table. A small orgy is in progress. A man in his early 50’s (who I have fucked here in the past) is fully naked and lying on the table. He is flanked by two men, one who he’s blowing and the other one he’s jerking. A third man is sucking the naked guy. Across the room, a man is seated in a chair. His cock is being sucked by a man on his knees and another man is in the seated guy’s mouth. I take out my dick. The naked guy sees me, when he comes up for air, and smiles. I think he remembers my dick. The naked guy asks the guy to stop sucking. The sucker won’t. He must be good. For as I move closer, the naked guy shoots in the sucker’s mouth. He asks me to fuck him anyways…but it’s a lost cause. I try to get into him, but he decides he’s done. He gets dressed and leaves. I turn my attention to the guys in and surrounding the chair. The guy getting head from the seated guy pulls out of his mouth. I take his place. The guy has a good mouth. I let him have his way with my cock. We change around. The guy on his knees gets up and feeds the chair guy. I suck chair guy. Then we rotate again…until we have each had the other two dicks. And just as fast we go our separate ways. I am now looking at a bearded man, a few years my elder. He has a skinny guy leaning on the now vacant medical table. The bearded guy has the most beatific look on his face as he sucks. I watch, stroking. The bearded guy pulls off him and motions for the guy to turn around. He’s hesitant, but he does. And the bearded guy begins to eat his ass. I have rarely seen such hunger in a public place. I actually stop watching and let them have a private moment… * I am standing on the slurp ramp and have my cock through the middle gloryhole. There are men on either side of me being serviced through the other two holes. I have a very hungry mouth on me, but he can’t seem to stop raking his teeth across my big, flared cock head. I look at the guy to my left. He grins and we switch holes. The new mouth is velvety and wonderful. I grab the top of the wall, my body flattened against it, and hang on as he swallows me down… * I cruise around. There is a shaved head guy I have played with before undressing at the medical table. He nods to me. We chat as he folds his clothes and places them under the bench. Soon, I am eating his ass. “Stick that big cock in me.” I keep eating as I finish lubing myself up. I stand and slide in. He takes me easily. I am guessing he uses a lot of big toys. I fuck hard. And suddenly I feel it. He is no longer clean. He’s left water deep inside and I have been churning it. He tells me I’m crazy—that he cleaned out. I tell him not to move as there is actually shit on the floor from when I pulled out. I clean up. I clean up the floor and send him home. I go out to eat my lunch—hoping this is just a hiccup in an otherwise good day… * I go back inside. The age range is now wider. Men in their 30’s and 40’s play with each other and occasionally with some of the older crowd. I am sitting in the straight sex nook. But the sex that is happening is very gay. The bearded sucker/rimmer is kneeling in front of me. His mouth is wonderful. And the beard is great on my balls. “Lick my balls with that talented tongue.” His eyes light up with my words of praise. And he does just what I ask. Treating each hairy orb individually to a loving tongue bath. He stops only long enough to look up at me, his eyes searching my face to see if he is pleasing me. “I love your tongue,” I murmur. He goes right back and digs under my balls with it. Finding my cock ring and starting to trace the metal with the tip of his tongue. “I saw you eat that guy’s ass.” He stops licking and looks at me. “You like to lick a man’s butt hole?” His face glazes over. Looking almost like he’s cumming. “You want to eat this top’s ass?” I don’t wait for an answer. I stand up, drop my pants to my knees and turn around. I reach back and pull his hairy face into my ass crack. He makes the sexiest sound in the back of his throat as his tongue finds my hole… * Shaved Head is back from a second round of clean out. I fuck him…but my mind is still seeing the scene before. I fuck him long enough to make him feel the trip home to the shower shot was worth it. I suck some dick myself. But not for long. The guy is soon on me. Bearded Man comes by, the moment my wet cock is free. We are now in the room next to the bathroom. He is on his knees and taking me deep. “You want to lick my ass, again?” I whisper. He nods. The pants drop. I turn and bend, holding onto the chair arms. He gets deeper into me, grunting out his pleasure. Damn, he’s good. I can’t stop jerking myself as he rims me. And I’m there. I turn and make it into his mouth just in time. He makes the most sensual noises as he swallows the outpouring from my cock. Spurt and spurt. Until my legs are unsteady and I grab his shoulders… The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Bookstore May 15, 2024

Near Home—April, 2024 A while back I wrote up a post that concluded with my actually being able to get off in a talented cocksucker’s mouth. I bumped into him again in April. I went back to the bookstore and there was the same young man, coming through the door, moments after I sat down in the cocksucker’s seat… His eyes light up as he sees my hard cock. Only then do his eyes come up to my face. I smile. He grins and unzips. He pulls out his hefty ebony seven incher. I would love to get that thing in my mouth, but I don’t want to slow him down. He is already kneeling between my spread legs. For a long moment, he just looks at my dick. His left hand hefts my balls. His right is busy working his own cock. “Daddy, I could suck this thing all day.” His hand leaves my balls and turns his baseball cap so the brim is to the back. He leans in and inhales. “Damn, your balls smell great.” “Lick them.” He bends and does just that. His talented tongue being soothing and arousing at the same time. He licks one orb. And the other. He knows better than to try to get both into his mouth at once. But one disappears with gentle sucking. It emerges and the second goes in, treated to that ever-moving tongue. I stroke my dick while he does this. When he releases the second ball from his mouth, I lift them and nudge his head down to lick the top of my perineum. He does. Enthusiastically. And murmurs “You taste so good…” He finally stops licking and gently knocks my hand away from my cock. I want to kiss him—but I don’t, not quite sure how he’d react. His mouth, instead, covers my cock head. He moans, sending shivers through it. He sinks down. And down. Taking every inch. Deep into his throat. He moans. My dick loves the vibrations. He comes up for air and begins sucking me in earnest. My hands find his nipples. I play with them idly, with a tee-shirt between us. He seems to like this—though I can’t tell if his sigh is from tweaking his nips or from the pre-cum leaking out of my cock. I let him do whatever he wants with my cock. There is lots of deep throating. Lots of just my cock head in his mouth while his busy tongue roams over it. Once he holds my balls and just licks up and down my shaft. I have this urge to fuck his face. I want to see that pretty face get used. I stand up, never taking my dick out of his mouth. He goes right with me. I begin slow. A leisurely face fuck. He groans out his approval. I speed up. Slowly. A little at a time. My balls are now slapping his chin on each fuck stroke. His hand is working furiously on his own dick. I grab his ears and pump a little harder. He lets out the longest moan since we’ve started. I suddenly realize I just made him shoot. He’s apologetic. I know he wanted my load again—but this time I was just starting my time here, not looking for a way to finish. His cock has released a massive load on the linoleum. I step to the side so he can get up. I want to clean his dick, but he is wrapping it in paper towel before I can offer. I thank him, he grins and shoves his wrapped up dick into his pants and leaves… * The place is pretty empty. The door had not opened once as he sucked me. No one seems to be around now either. I sit and stroke to the video, my boots straddling the load he left of the floor. Finally, the door opens. It’s Braydon, the cum pig. We are both surprised. Neither of us had let the other know we were coming. He moves to go to work on me, but I stop him from kneeling in the puddle of cum. We go next door. I drop my pants so Braydon’s tongue has full access to my cock, balls and ass. He steps out of his pants altogether. Bare ass, he kneels and begins licking and sucking. He, also, starts on my balls. He licks the still wet orbs. I tell him more about the guy who was just on me. This seems to excite Braydon. He lifts my nuts, and licks under them. Then the top of the perineum. But he is not ready to rim me today. Instead, he works up my shaft and gets my cock wet. Works the piss slit. Licks the whole head relentlessly. He deep throats me effortlessly. Repeatedly. Then he does it again, making himself gag. And again. He leaves vast strands of deep throat spittle on it. “I’ll use for lube. Get up on your knees.” He pulls one of the chairs around and kneels on it, jutting his hairy ass towards me. I finally get to use my mouth. I kneel, pull apart his cheeks and my tongue finds his hole. He moans and tells me to eat him out. I do. Leaving vast amounts of spit behind. I am so ready to fuck. I stand up and slide inside him. I start slowly—but it’s not for long. I am pounding him in moments. Only once does the thought cross my mind that I want to fuck that first young man just like this… I pull out. I move to Braydon’s mouth. He hungrily cleans my cock. I move around and eat his wet hole again. I have a flash of eating the young cocksucker’s ass. An ass I’ve never even seen. But my cock likes the image I have created. I keep hoping someone will walk in, but no one is around. Braydon is not going to get a dick to suck today as I work him over. I stand up. I am surprised I am so close to shooting. “I think I’m gonna cum…” I blurt out. “Give it to me.” I do. Spurt and spurt. I fill up his ass with my spunk. I recover for a moment, marinating his butt. Holding onto his hips. Finally, I pull out. I taste my handiwork, licking up a dribble of jizz dripping from his hole. I move around, once my cock can stand it, and give him my dick to clean up… The original, in a slightly different form, is here: Chance Meetings May 11, 2024

Chicago—April, 2024 (Picking up where we left off…) I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years. I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar. I touch his shoulder and he turns to me. “Well, well…” he murmurs. “Excuse me,” he says to the man he is talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat. He is likely half my age. His skin tone is a deep, dark brown. The black curls on his head are much longer than they were than when we first met. He is short, lithe and a sex pig with a true bubble butt. We’d met at CLAW, many years ago, just as he was starting his sex pig journey. For a time, we had met a couple of times a year at various sexual functions. I hadn’t seen him since Covid—and now he is sucking my cock to the root and making the most delicious moans around it. Max come up for air. He stands. We kiss. He shares the precum he’s collected. “I need you to fuck me,” he says, coming out of the kiss. “Right now.” He grabs the shoulders of the man he was talking to and juts out that bubble butt. It’s my turn to go to my knees. I bury my face deep into his hole. My tongue finds his ass lips. They are puffy from recent use. This makes me eat him out with even more enthusiasm. “Put that big cock into him,” says the guy he’s holding on to. I stand up and slide in. Max let’s out a groan. The guy he’s balancing against holds him tighter. I begin to fuck. Hard. Knowing he can take it. Max groans out “That’s the dick I remember. Fuck me!” I slam into his bubble butt again and again. “May I?” asks the guy holding him. He is rock hard from holding Max and watching me fuck. I pull out. Max turns and holds on to me as the other guy slides into him. “Now that’s a hot hole,” he moans as he bottoms out inside Max. He begins a slow fuck as I hold Max in place. I watch the concentration on his face as he works his ass to give maximum pleasure to the guy inside him. Finally, we take it to the sling at the back. I fuck him. Then the other guy. I go up him again while the other guy finds a friend of his who loves ass. The third guy fucks him before we all separate. Keshawn finds me. He likes what he saw all of us doing. We have another round in the sling. His ass is wetter yet… * “I’ve watched you. You’re the one I want to fuck the cum out of me.” The speaker is standing by the emergency exit in the back wall. He is a true bear—hairy chest, hairy thighs and a remarkably long beard. “Sure. Where?” “Right here is fine.” He steps into a tight corner formed by the back wall and the bar. He bends over. His big ass is incredibly hairy—both cheeks and even more in the crack. I kneel and begin feasting on his butt. “That’s what I saw you do. Eat me out. Make me cum…” I can feel him jerking his dick. I really want to keep eating his ass, but I will myself to stand up and fuck. It takes a couple of minutes—I can’t tear myself away from the furry hole on my tongue. I finally stand and enter him. It doesn’t take many thrusts before he is moaning out his orgasm. I reach in front, trying to get some of his jizz on my hand. I want to smear it on his hairy crack and lick it up. But it’s all on the floor. I pull out. He’s too dazed from his orgasm to even think about cleaning my cock… * I see Max. He is still with the good-looking white guy from the bar. They are making out near the sling. The guy notices me and motions me over. We have a threeway kiss. Then it’s threeway cocksucking—with Max working the two of us. Then the other top joins him on my dick. After a bit, I take a turn when the top stands up, sharing his dick with Max. I pull off the guy’s cock. “I really want to do this after you fuck Max.” He gives me an evil grin. “Let’s do it.” The sling is in use. Max leans against the wall. I fuck him first. Then the good looking top. I go to my knees and suck his wet cock the moment he pulls out. It is an ass jizz overload—every flavor I love of Max’s ass is on his cock. I can’t get enough. The top understands. He pulls away, fucks Max’s ass a few more strokes and gives it to me again. “You taste the load my buddy gave him?” Honestly, I can’t. But just the thought of it adds heat to the moment. I finally stop cleaning his cock and fuck Max again. Hard. Slamming into that bubble butt. I stop. Winded. Max whirls around and cleans me as I sit on the ledge. “You know, says the top. “I can be vers. Let me feel that cock in me. Just go slow.” I am up for the challenge. He leans against the wall. Max watches me go to my knees and stick my tongue up the Top’s ass. This guy is so much tighter. But he opens with my probing tongue. I add more lube to my dick than usual. I stand up and work it into him. Inch by inch. I can hear him jerking as I do it—and then he stops and begins to pant. “How does it feel?” asks Max. “Like I have a railroad tie up my butt.” Max laughs. I smile and begin to pump. And just as I’m reaching speed, he wriggles around and we disengage. He swallows my cock cleaning me up for the next guy… * “The sling’s free.” Keshawn has found me. We head to the back wall. The party is beginning to wind down. Guys are getting off and getting dressed. Keshawn hops in the sling. I go to my knees the moments his feet are up on the chains. His hole is incredibly puffy. I take the ass lips into my mouth. He’s been busy. I get a dribble of someone’s cum on my tongue. I moan and swallow and dig deeper. “Fuck me!” I reluctantly stand up. My cock is tingling. I’m pretty sure I’m going to load him. I slide into his wet, cummy hole. I fuck. Hard. My hips slapping Keshawn’s hot ass. I slow to take a hit of his poppers. I want to breed. Now. And in seconds I am spewing a round of cum into him. He is watching my face—and knows I’m unloading in him. I hang on the sling frame for a moment. I go to my knees and clean up some seed dribbling out of him. And realize that while my balls emptied, I didn’t have that totally over the top, every nerve-jangling-orgasm. My cock is still hard. Keshawn is making a move to get out. I help him. And hug him. I go hunting for Max. He is blowing a white man who looks older than me. He is kneeling before the guy. Just a touch of my hand on his hips, makes him stand up. But he never stops sucking. I eat his well-used ass. My cock is still telling me it wants more. Needs more. He wants to put some seed in this butt, too. I stand up. It’s a short fuck. But brutal. Even with all his skills, Max has to stop sucking for a moment, I am plowing him so hard. And it’s there. The full thing, this time. The nerve endings light up. I empty the little jizz that’s left in my balls. I collapse on his back… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bear Naked Chicago (Conclusion) May 9, 2024

Chicago—April, 2024 Keshawn had been after me for a long time to join him at a Bear Naked Chicago event. I had played with the group at least once before—some years before I’d started the blog. I’d had fun, but it somehow wasn’t special enough to warrant the drive into Chicago. But work gigs had taken me out of going to the watersports party for two months running. I had the date of BNC available—so I went. It was an easy drive into the city, even with some slow traffic on the congested interstates through downtown. I found parking near the bar. (This gathering was held in the same bar as the watersports group.) I checked my coat a few minutes before the doors opened to the back bar. I saw Keshawn come in and talk animatedly to a group of men he knew. He spotted me at the other end of the front bar and came over to give me a hug. In moments, the doors to the back opened and we went in… I strip down and put my clothes in the gym bag I’ve brought. Other men are stowing theirs in garbage bags provided by the hosts. Many men are totally naked but for something on their feet. I check my bag, dressed in just boots and a jock. The coat check guy smiles and gives me my ticket. On the other table near him are boxes and boxes of pizza. I had forgotten this aspect of the event. And the Bears certainly do love their pizza. For the first 30 minutes, it is a much more social, then sexual group. I am sort of at loose ends. I don’t want to eat before sex. I am not much of a drinker. I watch porn projected on the wall and wait for the action to begin. “You look like you need a good cock sucking…” I turn. A man, a good ten years older than I, is standing just behind me. I smile and nod. He goes to his knees, slowly, before his eager mouth engulfs my semi-hard cock. He’s good warm up head. I look around. Across from me, near the bar, there is another pair of men doing the same thing. There is a knot of men close to the sling in the back corner, but no one is in it. To my left, two men are working on a third. The men are all types. Many, certainly, fit the bear mold. But there are also many who are younger and thinner who love meaty men. They all seem to love group play. I help the guy up off the floor—his knees are killing him. Now, hard and swinging, I move to the group at the back. A tall Asian, one of the youngest men here, is fucking a big beefy bear. The men surrounding them are enjoying the fuck—stroking themselves or the guy next to them. Keshawn arrives and pulls me over to the sling. He hops in. I kneel and my tongue gets re-acquainted with his hole. I lube up as I rim. In one movement, I stand and insert. Keshawn moans, as his eyes close and his hole opens. I hold—and fuck. Long and slow. Warming up that ass. The chains of the sling clank happily, attracting a few men to come watch us. When Keshawn needs a break, I help him out and a blond man, around my age, and asks if he can have some of the same. He gets in and I go to my knees. I need to pull apart his ample ass cheeks to get to his hole. I love the way they press on me when I let go. My tongue makes the guy groan. He tells me he loves the feel of it. Eventually, I stand. I work into him slowly. Inch by inch. He uses some poppers—and I slide home. “Fuck me hard.” I do just that. Until he begs me to stop… * There are large screens that hang from the ceiling, cutting off the rest of the bar to give some slight privacy to a sitting ledge that runs along one wall. Behind it, I find the tall Asian fucking the guy who gave me warm-up head. My former cock sucker is moaning and telling the young man how good he feels in his ass. I stand and stroke, thinking I might go up him next. When the Asian pulls out, the bottom goes to the bar for a drink. Instead, the Asian kneels and begins sucking my cock. I stand for a few moments as he works on me. He reaches up and grabs my hips, guiding me to a sitting position on the ledge. Now he really goes to town on me. Cock, slit, balls, and under them, all have their moment with his active tongue. “You taste so good,” he murmurs as he leaves the now very wet balls and moves back up my shaft. I offer to do the same to him—but he declines. A little later, as he comes up from a deep throat, panting, I tell him I would really like to eat his ass. I think for a moment he is going to let me, but instead he moves away to grab a friend a large, very hairy bear. The Asian bends the guy down to suck my cock, still wet with his own saliva. He proceeds to fuck him. Fast and hard. The guy is fucked down, deeper on my cock, with every stroke. “Trade,” he grunts as he pulls out. I stand and fuck the hairy hole as the bear cleans the Asian’s cock. Hungrily and with true passion. “Again.” We switch. The bear sucked me quite well before, but now he can’t get enough of his ass jizz on my cock. He is ravenous. The two of us keep trading off on him… * I fuck Keshawn. This time with him standing up and leaning against the bar. It’s brief—as we both move off to find others. We do it repeatedly throughout the playtime. I move behind the screens again. Four men are all bent over, supporting themselves on the ledge. Two tops are working their way down, fucking each of them. They wave me over. I stick my dick into the hole just left by the second guy. The men under us are all older bears. They are loving the sequential fuck; I love this first ass. I’m pretty sure he’s loaded as he is incredibly wet. The top leading the way, a young white man in his 30’s, signals us he’s going to shift. He moves down one. I see his nice seven incher disappear into the third ass. The Black man next to me, likely in his 40’s, pulls out, too. He moves over one ass. So, I do, too. This ass feels totally different. Drier. And tighter. To the point I add more lube. We fuck. The bottom who now has no dick, moves slightly so he can watch the other three get fucked. Then, realizing what’s in store, gets up and kneels at the end of the line. He wants to taste all those asses on each of our dicks. We shift again. The young white guy lets his dick be cleaned. He groans more at the man’s mouth than he did while he was fucking. The two of us left, keep fucking, smirking at each other. The Black top pulls out and shoves his slippery cock in the waiting mouth. I go up the last ass. When the top pulls out of the guy’s mouth, I pull out of the fourth ass. I present my dripping dick to the kneeling man. His eyes are glazed. He slobbers over my cock, still delighting in the mix of flavors and just the [banned word] nature of it. Finally, he pulls off me and goes to the bar. Two of the other men have moved on, too. The last of the four, the one I was up the least amount of time is still there, bent over. I kneel and surprise him with my tongue. Fuck. No wonder the cock cleaner was so dazed. I love the mix of juices myself. I tongue him…making him moan. I stand up and fuck him again. I fuck him hard. Hard enough that he asks me to slow down. I do—and pull out. He spins around and cleans me up. I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years. I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar. I touch his shoulder and he turns towards me. “Well, well…” he murmurs. “Excuse me,” he says to the man he was talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat… (More to come) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bear Naked Chicago: (Part One) May 7, 2024

Near Home—April, 2024 Teddy, a load taker I’d met recently at the bookstore, who could rival Braydon in skills and stamina, sent me a text on a Thursday morning in mid-April. Could he come to the playroom? I had given him my number after our first fuck. I had stressed that I was a planner—I could rarely just drop everything going on in my life for instant sex. I told him I couldn’t that day, as I had an important meeting that afternoon. He understood. Within thirty minutes, my meeting got cancelled by the organizer, not by me. I let Teddy know. As it turned out, he’d already gone to the bookstore when he couldn’t come to my house. I got dressed to join him there… The parking lot is all but empty. Well, I know I have a hot ass waiting for me. I’ll be fine. Once in the straight theatre, I sit along the side as there is a man around my age in the cocksucker’s seat. I pull out my cock and get it to stand up. The door opens. It is Teddy. He is thick set and perhaps slightly older than I originally thought, likely approaching his mid-forties. He makes a bee line to my spread legs. He grins at me and kneels, taking my cock deep into his throat, all in one move. I sigh, my head leaning back. The man in the back row stands up and comes to watch. He gropes himself through his pants. Teddy has moved from my cock to my balls. He is leaving incredible amounts of spittle on them as he licks, massaging them with his tongue. At one point, I stop stroking so the guy watching can really see the size of me dick. Do I want him to reach for it? I can’t be sure. He doesn’t. He just unzips his pants and his hand disappears inside. The door opens. A man, who I see more often up in Grand Rapids at the house party there, comes in. He is late 30’s, Latin, with a shaved head. His cock is the uncut version of mine, with the same length and girth. He nods to me and comes right over. This makes the other spectator move away to a distance where no one can touch him as he pulls out his dick. Latin Top unzips, too. I lick the head of his cock, getting him fully hard for Teddy’s mouth. I touch the back of Teddy’s head. He knows what I want. He comes off my dick and begins to suck my friend. Latin Top lets him work at his own speed for a git, then he begins to fuck his face. In moments, Teddy gags. He pulls off, catches his breath and swallows him down again. “Now suck his dick,” Latin Top murmurs. Teddy goes back to mine, giving me the same treatment. I hold his ears and pump up into his mouth. He gags with me, too. Loving it. Back and forth we guide his head. First one and then the other. The man watching us is now hard and stroking to our manhandling of Teddy. “You should try his ass,” I tell Latin Top. Teddy obediently stands up and steps out of his pants and underwear. He bends, his hands on his knees—ass proffered to the two of us. I kneel and begin rimming him as Latin Top strokes himself. I stand up and sink inside his wet ass. I pump him for a few moments, pull out and offer Latin Top a turn. He shakes his head, puts his cock away and goes out of the room. I am surprised, but just go back to my knees and eat the hole I just fucked. Teddy is a great self-luber and I love having my mouth around his hole. I stand back up. My cock sinks into him. I watch the older man stroking to us. “He has another hole.” To my surprise, the guy moves forward and offers his cock to Teddy to suck. Teddy moves a step forward to take it—and I go with him. I watch the guy’s face as Teddy sucks and I fuck. The man can’t believe his good luck. He begins to pant. I see his eyes close. He is fighting back his ejaculation. And in moments, he gives in to it. He gives Teddy what must be quite a mouthful of cum. Instantly he pulls out and finds an old bandanna to wrap around his spent dick. “Any jizz for your ass?” My hand reaches around so Teddy can drool it onto my palm. He does, but it’s very little. He has swallowed more than usual this time. I smear what there is on my wet cock shaft and fuck it into him. This sends the cum donor out of the room. I fuck Teddy harder as the door opens again. Latin Top is back. I nod to him. He comes around to feed Teddy. I fuck hard enough to help Teddy take more cock down his throat. “Let me try that ass.” I pull out and let Latin Top take my place. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole…” He begins easy, with nice slow strokes. I walk around and bring my wet cock to Teddy’s mouth. He hungrily cleans me up as Latin Top picks up speed. Now, he groans at the milking Teddy’s ass is giving him. “Fuck, I don’t want to cum…” But it’s too late. There is no way Latin Top is pulling out now. He begins to spew his seed deep into Teddy’s ass. He groans, deep and guttural, as his cock can’t stop shooting. He holds in place, letting Teddy milk the last drop out of him. I come around and go to my knees. “I know you want this,” Latin Top murmurs. “Have fun.” He pulls out and pushes my face into Teddy’s cummy ass. I begin licking up the overflow—then felching deeper into Teddy’s butt. I hear the door close behind Latin Top. I am not about to stand up and fuck him until I can’t taste any more cum. I spread his ass cheeks and do a last lick. I stand up and push in. Fuck, there is a ton of cum still in him, too deep for my tongue to reach. I fuck in it, churning Latin Top’s load. It froths around my shaft, and begins to ring his hairy ass hole with each of my backstrokes. I pull out and lick up more of the cum and ass jizz mixture. My cock can’t stand it. I quickly stand and enter him. Just in time. I shoot my load every bit as deep as Latin Top. Teddy has to work to keep his balance with the force of my thrusting. He begins to milk my shaft, to get every drop out of my balls… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Teddy Takes My Fuck Bud May 3, 2024

My Playroom—April, 2024 A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp. We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April. I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him. It did. I gave him the address again. He had been to my old residence, just before I moved. In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there. He was excited to see the new set-up. He arrived right after 2pm… Braydon likes what he sees. The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is. He agrees…and strips off his clothes. I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play. I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me. He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment. “I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur. “See if you can taste them…” Braydon digs in. He begins to lick the pouch. He keeps moaning in the back of his throat. My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely. He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth. He deep throats me. He licks my balls. He licks under my balls as I pull them up. For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum. “Get in the sling. I need to eat your hole.” He jumps in. I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass. I find his hole. He is already slightly gaping from the excitement. My tongue goes into him—deep and wet. In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil. I stand up and slide in. I fuck him. Long and slow. Using my full length on every stroke. Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow. I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo. I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy. I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo. He takes it, with ease. I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in. I stand and add my cock. Telling him just how it feels. The toy underneath my cock. The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick. How my cock head hits the big head of the toy. I fuck with it in place. I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd. I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. I pull out, bringing the toy with me. I lube up the fat black butt plug. He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it. I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body. “Do that again…” he pleads. So, I do. I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here. I am not sure he can take the wide base. But he does. Loving the stretch. I pull it out and eat his hole. My tongue can now go deeper than before. I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head. It feels cold to the touch. I lube it, but don’t warm it. “This’ll cool down your ass…” He moans. And takes it. I slowly work it in and out of him a few times. I stand up and insert my cock. The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference. My dick head bangs into the big metal orb. I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass. Finally, we take a break. “Where do you want to eat my ass? Sling or Rimseat?” We go for the sling first. I get in and he kneels. Almost reverently. He starts at my balls and works down. Licking under them. Down the hairy perineum. Around my hole. Avoiding it. And then his tongue connects with my pucker. He groans. I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me… * I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains. We move to the fuck bench. I fuck him hard and fast. Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out. Braydon is in pig heaven. At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole. We both are breathing hard. I set up the rimseat. He elects to get under it first. I sit. It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me. To feel almost helpless. He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole. I take a hit of poppers. The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming. I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me. We switch. I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long. My balls are screaming for release. And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can. In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling. This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole. The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly. I stand up and fuck. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my engorged cock pound into him. Over and over. I do one more brief licking of his wet hole. In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode… “Take it…” I grunt. I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Comes to Play May 1, 2024

In the early 1980's, just after I came out, my gay brother shared some of his VHS porn with me. He had several of the Falcon special order tapes that included a fisting scene. I was intrigued. And appalled. In equal measures. A few years later, I was at Man's Country in Chicago. The door to the sling room was open and I went in. I fucked the guy in the sling. He wanted more. "Give me your fist," he said. I greased up my hand and began working my fingers into him. He reached down, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his ass. I loved the feel of it. I knew it was something I wanted to do, but I also knew I needed to know how to do it correctly. That summer I went to a gay resort where a fisting club was holding a weekend. I told the club president what little I had done so far, but that I wanted to learn. He jumped in the sling and guided me through my first true fisting session. He pronounced me 'a natural.' I did seem to understand intuitively how to open a man up with my long, thin fingers and semi-collapsible hands. It has been a huge part of my play ever since.

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex. I took the fuck bench and the rimseat. The Host was expecting a large group. He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold. Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up. Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room… It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me. A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans. His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place. He’s good. In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs. He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole. I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing. As is he… I go up the stairs. To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat. (The bench is downstairs in the living room.) I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it. He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head. I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state. I go over to him and he goes to his knees. As he sucks me, I look around. There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy. Another man looks familiar. He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. The Black Top arrives from downstairs. The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy. The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump. I get my man off his knees and onto the bed. “All fours,” I bark out. He does. I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy. I stand up. The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump. I slide into my man. He’s tight. And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy. He manages to do just that. He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks. I begin to fuck. The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed. The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him. I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face. He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host. I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked. But he wants Tatted Boy. And gets him. He slides into his hole and begins to rut. The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us. He is in the Cum Dump. Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass. I stand to the side and stroke. I want Tatted Boy. I finally get Cum Dump. I fuck him on all fours on the bed. Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight. I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek. I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy. I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done… * It’s an odd night. I am fucking…but only between three asses: Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked. The party has divided. Which I don’t like. I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other. But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch. I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs. During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops. No vers men at all. I have never had to wait for a hole here. But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn. The men keep going downstairs for food. I am left with Cum Dump. And that’s a good thing. “I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs. I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole. My bladder is full enough to piss. “It will be strong,” I warn him. “So much the better.” I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth. It takes time, but the piss begins to flow. He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can. He is terrific at taking it all. Not a drop is spilled. When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth. I groan—but don’t swallow. I point to the sling. He hops in. I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole. He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing. Then I fuck it deep into his guts… * I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy. He agrees. The three of us go upstairs. “How do you want him?” Daddy asks. “On all fours would be great. I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.” This excites Daddy. Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself. TB’s hole is wet and wonderful. I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. “Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole. I get under. Tatted Boy sits. Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass… * I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again. “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me. We start in the sling. Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole. He slobbers all over my ass. We move to the rimseat. I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place. I sit. He hands me poppers and tells me to use them. My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been. And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me. We go back to the sling. I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass. “Breed me…” I fuck him. Hard. “Give me your load!” I pick up the pace. “Do anything you want to me, to get you off…” My hand comes down hard on his ass. The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever-moving cock. “Fill me up…” My other hand finds his throat. I squeeze. Beginning to cut off his air. He nods and wheezes. And I’m there. I shoot spurt and spurt into him. I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms April 29, 2024