FelchingPisser

Grand Rapids—February, 2024 The stars finally aligned and Osvaldo and I were both available at the same time. This is the Latin young man I had met at a bathhouse—and where we have played each time we have met. He loves to video our fuck when we are locked in a room. This is also the man who hurt himself with a large toy and had a long recovery when we couldn’t play. We, of course, agreed to meet at our usual haunt in late February. We chose not to do a CumUnion night, and I think it proved to be a great choice. Neither of us have an issue with our playing with other people. I actively want him to get fucked and loaded for me. On this Friday, I got there a little before our meet time. As I was tossing my clothes in the locker, I got a text from him that stated his clean out was taking longer tonight. He’d be late. I told him not to hurry—after all, we both wanted the playground ready for play. I tucked my phone into my locker and shut the door. I was wearing my usual jock and boots, with a leather wrist band, and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder. My cock was already plumping and filling the jock pouch as I went up the steps to the various play areas… I take a tour to see if anything has changed. There is lots of porn playing everywhere. I find the medical exam table, the sling, and an uncomfortable looking fuck bench each in their own nook. Men are sitting and watching the various screens, towels on. There is one man, ass up on the bench. Down a couple of steps is the sauna and a large screen porn viewing area with theatre style seats. I sit there and stroke to very young European men on the screen. A handsome man in his late 40’s nods to me. He has a terrific chest from hard work at the gym. I nod back. He watches me stroke. Soon he moves near me and sits one seat away. In moments, he is on his knees and sucking my cock. A guy, coming out of the sauna. He stops and watches us. Eventually, the guy on my dick asks if I would come back to his room to fuck him. I tell him I have just arrived—I would love to do that a little later. He nods and goes into the sauna. Almost instantly, he come out with a slightly younger man who doesn’t bother to cover his slender and long, hard cock. Off they go to his room, but not before the built guy grabs a condom from the box near the stairs. I watch the movie. I stroll around the various areas. Near the medical table I stop and watch a man on his knees sucking the cock of another member. Finally, I head to the sauna. It is warm and welcoming, not blisteringly hot. A well-maintained man of my age is there. He is nude, sitting on his towel. I sit next to him on the higher bench. In moments, he is stroking my cock lightly. He bends and sucks it, before realizing the side angle is horrible. He moves to kneels on the seat below me. He has a great mouth—and I tell him so. The door opens. The young man with the long cock is back from being taken to the room. He takes the seat vacated by the man sucking my cock. He strokes. He reaches out and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the mouth. “He’s good, isn’t he?” he finally murmurs in my ear. I nod and gently nudge the more than willing cocksucker to suck my seat companion. He moves over and sucks the long, slender cock. The young man takes my cock in my hands and runs his fingers over the wetness left behind from the sucker. “Nice, Daddy. You’re even thicker than me.” This spurs the sucker to come back to me. I stroke the young man. He’s correct. We are the same length—I just have more girth. The door opens. Another man in his 60’s enters, looking very much like the guy on our dicks. He wastes no time kneeling on the bench and sucking the young man. I work the young man’s nipples and he has a hand on my balls. Surprisingly, he leans my way and kisses me. Briefly, but with incredible passion. I urge the men to switch cocks. They do. I vaguely wonder if they are partners, but am distracted by another kiss from the young man. Suddenly, the man who came in second, rears up and shoots a load on the floor of the sauna. He grabs his towel and leaves. The cocksucker who is left comes up for air. “Will you fuck me?” “Which?” I ask, glancing at my hung seat companion. “You go first,” the young man tells me. The sucker bends, taking the young man in his mouth again. I go to the rough wood floor of the sauna and eat out his plump ass. This makes the young man groan. “Get him wet, Daddy.” I do. Lots of spit, while I lube my cock. I stand up and my cock slaps his ass cheek. I push, slowly, inside. The sucker stops sucking and gasps out for me to go slow. I do. I am a snug fit in his meaty ass. They young man is smirking. “I should have opened him up…” I begin a slow fuck. The guy goes back to sucking. I am really enjoying this moment. I love watching my stroke push the guy forward, down on the cock he’s taking in his mouth. I pickup the tempo. He groans around the slender cock in his mouth. “Fuck him!” I do. Harder. Showing off a little, perhaps. “Your turn,” I pant. I pull out. Fuck. The guy hadn’t cleaned deep enough for me. I go off to wash up. When I’m back, the cocksucker is gone (to fix things, I hope) but the young man is still there. I sit next to him. He kisses me again—which leads to him sucking my cock. He is good. Even from the more awkward angle of sitting next to me and leaning down. “That’s a mouthful,” he gasps when he eventually pulls off me. I move around and take a turn sucking him. He is super long, but so slender he doesn’t choke me in the least. My hand reaches around and strokes his ass as I do it. He moves, allowing my finger to graze his tight pucker. I so want to eat his ass… The door opens. It is the first guy, with the gym-built chest. The young man was with him for such a short time, I expect him to leave, but his cock is still in my mouth. I pull off him. The guy with the great chest bends to suck the slender cock. I move around and lick GymBuiltChest’s open hole. The young man reaches down and pulls the full cheek’s apart so my tongue can go deeper. “Fuck him,” he tells me. GymBuiltChest groans around the cock in his mouth. It is definitely an affirmative. “I don’t have a condom,” I say bluntly. “Just fuck me,” GBC says, briefly pulling off the cock in front of him. I grease myself as I eat. I stand up and slide in. His ass is wet and inviting. He squeezes down as I inch my way in. He also stops sucking until he has my balls slapping against his ass. I fuck him slowly. He resumes sucking the long dick in front of him. I slap the guy’s ass. I love the way his ass responds, tightening down on me. The young man gets up. He kneels to the side. His eyes are riveted to my bare cock plowing into this guy. I wonder if he wants a turn, raw this time, but I don’t say anything. He strokes his cock as he watches me fuck. And suddenly he is out the door. “Let’s get out of the heat and back to my room.” I agree. We go downstairs. His room is right off the locker room. He shuts the door and he takes my cock in his mouth. It is a short suck. He’s all about his ass. He rummages in his bag and hands me a Magnum. What the fuck? He just took me raw. But I’m good and roll it down my cock. It’s a decent fuck, but after being in him raw, I don’t feel much. I really miss his wetness. He is blissfully unaware, jut feeling full, bent over, his gorgeous chest pressed to the mattress. Moments later, he pulls off me, thanks me and sends me away. I check my phone. Osvaldo is now 20 minutes away. I go back upstairs to the play area. I hear moans and slurping sounds. I follow the noise. The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees. He is servicing three men who stand around him. He goes from one dick to the next. And the next. The guys make room for me to join them. By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down… (Lots more to come. Osvaldo isn’t even here, yet…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Fun, Part One: Waiting for Osvaldo March 12, 2024

Near Home—February, 2024 Braydon, the cub who loves to share his hole, wanted to meet. We couldn’t decide whether to use the playroom or hope for some willing men at the bookstore. Our love of sharing his hole won. We met at the bookstore, in the straight theatre, around 2pm… I am sitting against the wall. Opposite me is a man stroking to the porn. He has pulled his cock low, so he is jerking, with his cock pointing to the floor, so I can’t see it. A man sits next to him and offers to help. He does, but somehow makes the guy getting the hand job upset. He pulls his cock out of the helper’s hand and hides it away under his shirt tail. Braydon arrives. I know he got here before me. I hope he’s had some fun—it would be so hot to fuck his cum loaded ass. He greets me with a smile and promptly goes to his knees. He takes my cock deep into his mouth and throat. I murmur my approval. The guy who was stroking looks daggers at me across the aisle. I want to tell him Braydon will be happy to suck him, too, but I don’t. I just let Braydon’s mouth make me feel really good. Braydon pulls off me. “I want to lick your ass again,” he whispers. “But over there—” gesturing to the wall that separates the two theatres. I pull myself together and we leave. We are alone in the gay theatre. I undo my belt and let my pants drop around my boots. I leave the jock on. I actually cover my balls with the pouch, letting the hard shaft stick out at a crazy angle. Braydon does just what I want—he begins tonguing my balls through the fragrant fabric. He inhales every so often, moaning in the back of his throat. Finally, he pulls the fabric aside and begins to lick the hairy sack. He lifts my scrotum and tongues under them. Around them. Then way under them, down my perineum. He takes a deep breath and travels even farther down and, for the first time today, his tongue connects with my tight pucker. He groans and begins tonguing me, trying to open me up. I hunker down, giving him better access. I break out the poppers I brought, thinking this would happen. He eats me out for a very long time. Finally, he comes up for air: “Fuck me—that turns me on, so much…” He stands and kicks out of his jeans. He kneels, naked on the seat of one of the chairs. It’s my turn to eat ass. I dig in. His hole opens easily, but I can tell he certainly hasn’t been fucked today. I get his hole sloppy with all my saliva. In moments, I stand up and slide inside. Braydon groans. I do, too. I fuck him slowly, with deep, long strokes. I build quickly, knowing he can take it. And love it. My hips loudly slap on his full ass cheeks. I pull out and have him clean my dick. He does. Hungrily. I fuck him again. We decide to take a break and go our separate ways to see who we can find. He gets dressed and goes to the arcade and I go back into the straight theatre. There are quite a few men here, but none feel very playful. I stay and stroke awhile. I hear the door of the gay theatre open and close several times through the wall. Eventually, I head next door. I am surprised to find five or six men here. And not so surprised to find Braydon sucking a man’s dick. I watch them for a bit, stroking. A bald man sucks me. Braydon swivels slightly so he can watch. He’s not jealous—he’s delighted I have someone on me while he services another man. My guy’s knees go quickly from the hard floor. He gets up. Braydon moves from one dick to mine, pulling the other guy along. He stands and strokes to Braydon’s mouth, now on me. Braydon, bent over, not on his knees, moves back to the other guy. I unfasten Braydon’s pants and pull them down. The man in his mouth watches, wide-eyed, as I kneel and begin feasting on Braydon’s wet ass. Braydon grinds back on my face as he continues to suck the cock in his mouth. I stand up. I push into his slick hole. Men move closer to us. One sits next to me where he can stroke Braydon’s ass cheek as I fuck. Two others jerk themselves, but won’t get any closer. The man in his mouth loves the attention. He is getting close, I can tell. He pulls out and moves to me. “You want a turn up his ass?” Before he can answer, he shoots his load all over Braydon’s hip and the floor. I scoop some up. “I’m gonna fuck your cum into him.” I smear the load all over my dick. The guy can’t move away as he watches his load disappear into Braydon’s ass. It also excites the man caressing his ass cheek. I suddenly feel his finger joining my dick in Braydon’s now super wet hole. Surprisingly, it doesn’t annoy me, it rather excites me. I fuck Braydon harder. The squishing sound of me fucking in a loaded ass fills the room. Another man shoots his load, all over the floor. At the same moment, the man fingering Braydon while I fuck, finds my balls with his other hand… “Fuck!” And I shoot. It feels like a huge load. I blast into him again and again. I marinate in his hole for a long time. Eventually, I pull out. “Clean me up...” Braydon licks the combined loads clinging to my shaft, and around the flared head, while the man with the finger in his ass, pushes the escaping two cum loads, back into his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking Braydon with an Audience March 10, 2024

Near Home—February, 2024 It was Saturday, the day after my three hours with GaryM. Good sex, as I’ve mentioned before, can either totally satiate me or leave me wanting more. This Saturday, I wanted more. I knew it would be totally different than how we’d played (and that was a positive.) I took off to the bookstore nearest my home, right after lunch… The parking lot is not as full as I expected; maybe seven cars. I break tradition and head into the gay cinema first. I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and haul out my hardening dick. There is one older man here. He looks only at me, ignoring the hot men on the screen. He even does that ‘I’ll-lick- my-lips-to-show-you-I’m-a-cocksucker’ thing. I nod to him, and then decide to let him. Instantly, I regret my decision. The guy is all teeth. I gently tell him to remember to cover them, but either he can’t or won’t. I stop his assault on my cock head in less than three minutes. I leave for the straight theatre. I sit alone here, except for the man who is here every Saturday. This is an older white man who strokes his condomed covered cock, while wearing a latex glove. And if he’s not doing that, he naps, with his head lolling and breathing so deeply, he is on the edge of snoring. He is currently awake and jerking. I ignore him and watch the video. In moments the door opens. It is a Black man, somewhere between 25 and 35. He is handsome and lean. Long dreadlocks are tied up, high on his head. He watches me for a moment then comes over. He reaches for my cock, hefts it and says “Fuck me. Next door.” He leaves. I push my cock back in my pants and go after him. I find him in the dark corner behind the door his jeans pulled down around his ankles. He has no interest in sucking me—he just wants me in his ass. And it is a beautiful, plump bubble butt. I sink to my knees, surprising him, and eat out his shaved hole. He groans and jerks his sizable cock. “I need your cock in me!” he whispers. I force myself to stop eating his hot, juicy ass and stand up. I slide in. He is hot and wet and likes to fuck back on each stroke. He is bent over now, one hand on the wall supporting himself and the other is working his dick. I can sense he won’t last long and he doesn’t. He groans out his pleasure—loud in the tiny space. His cum is wasted all over the floor. But as he pulls off me, I manage to wipe a finger across his dick head. He is surprised once again when I suck that finger clean. He asks if I have anything to clean up with—and I offer him the paper towel in my pocket. He is gone as soon as there is no trace of my precum on his ass crack… * I am back in the straight theatre. The latexed guy is now asleep. Kieran, the married bear who loves to suck my dick comes in. It’s been a bit since he was in the playroom. I spread my legs and let him treat my cock to his expert oral skills. He spits and sucks and licks until he has to take a break from his bad knees. He sits in the chair just in front of me. Another man arrives. He is white, also a bear, but half our age. He comes right up to me. “May I?” I nod. He takes off his glasses and tucks them in a pocket. He gives me head every bit as good as Kieran’s. Kieran watches the man suck me, groping himself. Soon he gets back on the floor. They play well together. All three of us are really liking how the two are taking turns on my cock. Then it’s one on my balls and one on the shaft. They reverse, leaving me coated in spit, that the other cleans up. They only stop when the hard floor gets to be too much for both of them. Kieran goes next door. The bespectacled man sits near me, hoping for more. I stroke my very wet cock. The bespectacled young man gropes himself. The latexed man snores lightly. The Latin Top, who I know from playing in the Grand Rapids group, comes in. (This is the same shaved head top who allowed me to eat his ass until I shot the last time me met here.) He is likely mid-thirties to just forty. He sits next to me and pulls out his thick uncut cock. I am ready to suck some myself, but Latin Top beats me to it, going to the floor and sucking my dick. This really arouses the interest of Bespectacled Sucker. He stands up and walks over. He goes to his knees. Latin Top pulls off me, stands up and feeds the man his cock. I stand up two. Now two dominant men are demanding attention. Bespectacled Sucker is in heaven. He goes back and forth on us. I cup Latin Top’s ass with my hand and massage it as we both get blown. And then I blow it. I push too deep into his throat. He gags—and actually spits up the deep throat saliva we have made him produce. He apologizes profusely. As do I. Latin Top smirks and leaves the room. Bespectacled Sucker mops up his face and some of the spittle on the floor. I am thankful it was nothing deeper from his stomach… * I find Latin Top getting blown by Kieran in the gay theatre. Kieran is sitting on a chair. Latin Top has shoved his pants down around his knees. I see it as an invitation to rim his ass while he gets sucked. I go to my knees. Latin Top bends slightly, still in Kieran’s mouth, but giving me better access. I get his hairy hole good and wet. I stop when Latin Top straightens up. I stand next to him, thinking Kieran will do both of us, but he is so intent on getting LT off, he pays no attention to me. LT grabs my hand and places it on his wet ass crack. My finger instinctively works into his hole. He groans and grabs Kieran’s ears. He fucks his face as I finger fuck him. I move around, thinking I would eat him out some more. LT grabs my dick and guides it towards his hole. (He had told me at the GR group he gets fucked, but never by guys my size.) I press forward, but the angle is wrong. My drooling cock keeps sliding across his tight pucker, not fully into it. But that’s all he needs. In moments he is giving Kieran what must be huge load. His whole body shakes. I hold onto him, grinding my hard cock against his full, young ass as he continues to spew his cum into Kieran’s mouth… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Fuck Me. Next Door." March 6, 2024

Many porn guys escort, many don't. Of the porn guys I've met other jobs have been waiters, a DJ, personal trainers, a life coach, a pod caster, event coordinator, lawyer, online tutors, therapist, retail, etc. The common denominator is a job you can either set your own hours or have flexible time off.

I have been known to be under the rimseat for the last third of many sex parties. The men with fresh loads of cum knew to come sit on my face to be licked clean (or to ride my cock to churn it, before sitting on my face....)

My Playroom—February, 2024 I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex. But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom. Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road. There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour. He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom. I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness. Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party. I tromped down the stairs… GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television. He has a jock and harness on himself. And socks. The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February. I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor. I sit on the bed and spread my legs. GaryM kneels on the mat. He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock. Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing. It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric. He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life. He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it. Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick. GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh. He licks my balls. And under them. The entire shaft. The drooling piss slit. Only then does he start to actually suck my cock. He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat. He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me. Finally, he pulls off me, panting. I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock. I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place. I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker. I drill into him. For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight. My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up. I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods. I stand up. My cock head slips into him. I hold in place. “Give it to me,” he groans. I push the rest of it into him. My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing. I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out. I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo. GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again. He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish. I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck. I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug. I grease it up. GaryM groans as it goes into place. “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.” I beat on the base of the plug with my fist. GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him. I work it out and fuck him once more. Harder. Deeper. This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier. I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock. Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head. And the ridges on the shaft. I lube it up. He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder. I do. I pull it out. I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed. One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon. I grease it up. It slips easily into his now gaping ass. “Are you going to double…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy. It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck. I try it out both above and under my cock. I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock. As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.” We exchange places. I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt. I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening. I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole. We take a break. The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces. GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. PIC I help get him up and on it. He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support. I rim him briefly and fuck him hard. I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock. GaryM is ready for it now. It goes into him deeply and easily. I love the look of something so large inside him. “I want to try your chains.” We decide to start small, with the medium sized links. I grease them up. He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. “So heavy…” he murmurs. I put all but the last five links into him. I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him. He groans. At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. “Now come the fun part.” I pull as slowly as I possibly can. Link by link it emerges. GaryM huffs and puffs with each link. Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. “Again?” He groans out a “yes…’ * I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself. I get up into it for another brief rimming. I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me. I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat. As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys. He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat. He eats my ass with abandon. Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out. * We’ve been playing for over two hours. Almost three. I need to get off. We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame. I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away. I rim him again. I stand up and slide in. In just three or four thrusts I shoot. But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave. I go back to my knees. I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it. I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming. I pant. But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame. GaryM is working on his dick. He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine. I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow. I can’t stop it. I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. And he loves it. He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled. GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him… * As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too. He sent it to me almost immediately. I can truthfully say I haven’t read it. It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM's Three Hour Play Session March 2, 2024 Gary's write up, I will not post it on this site. is here: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs March 4, 2024

Hasn't everyone fucked a bathhouse employee? I thought it was a requirement for the membership...

One of the reasons I grew a beard--I love having the man's scent in it after sex. It is also another tool for a great rimjob...

I think many men have not been introduced to watersports properly. At a true piss party, we are hydrating so much our piss is lightly flavored water...coming out of our hot dicks.

Chicago—February, 2024 (The piss party continues. If you haven’t, you might want to read Part One.) …The pisser moves his stream so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him. The heat of the piss is wonderful. I fuck harder, if that is possible. The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar. I pull out of Hairy Blond’s ass. He swivels from sucking the attractive older man’s large dick, to cleaning me off. He savor’s all his ass juices on my cock. I even manage to give him a brief blast of piss straight into his mouth. He swallows hungrily and we all go our separate ways… * I hang out by the sling. An older man, sporting a piss-stained white jock, finds me there. “I watched you fuck those guys in the sling.” I nod. “Up for one more?” I nod. He kicks off his flip flops, stepping into the pool of piss that is collecting under the sling. I get him into the stirrups, his feet dripping. I hunker down to eat his hole. He ass lips are pronounced and engorged. He’s taken a lot of cock in his life. I suck his twisted pucker into my mouth. They engorge easily. He moans and does poppers. I can’t stop tonguing his hole. But I do. I stand up. I watch the head of my dick part his ruined hole and disappear. I tell him how hot it looks. My cock going in makes him piss himself, right as I bottom out. I fuck him hard. I am hopeful someone will hose us down, but it doesn’t happen. He finally tells me he needs to stop; his leg is cramping. I get him out and he hugs me, thanking me profusely… * I look around the room. And smile. TGWT is bent over, sucking the same attractive older man that Hairy Blond did. I go over and fuck him as he does it. The suckee and I grin at each other. Once again, he enjoys the extra ‘push’ of my fuck, so his cock goes even deeper. I pull out. I swear I need to piss. I aim for TGWT’s winking hole, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I go to my knees and lick his wet pucker… * I wander. A handsome Black man, with a large cock, is fucking a 40-something guy in the sling. I idly watch and tank up from my water bottle. I would like to be the next one up this guy, but the bottom is not taking anyone else up his ass (or, it turns out, in his mouth.) I move behind the screens hanging to the side. I watch a regular, on his knees, drinking an arcing spray of piss. As much goes on his chest as into his mouth. Next to them, a young man is being fucked by a much older man. “Piss my ass. Piss my ass,” he keeps mumbling. I can’t tell if he gets his wish. I move around. Two men are kneeling in front of a third. He is pissing. First in one guy’s mouth, then the other. Back and forth until he runs dry. Then the two on their knees kiss each other and begin licking the stray piss that coats their chests. I work back towards the sling. I see Hairy Blond bent over. The Black guy with the large dick is entering his hairy ass. I go over and stroke to the fuck. The dick in his ass is not as long as mine, but it is significantly fatter. It is an incredible turn on for me to see Hairy Blond’s hole stretch around this cock. They fuck—Hairy Blond doing poppers. It’s a hard, ball slapping fuck. Suddenly, the Top stops, standing stock still. I wonder if he’s cumming. I can think of nothing better than fucking Hairy Blond with a load from this man inside him. But I’m not quite accurate. The Top groans and says “You want me to piss your hole?” “Yes,” mumbles Hairy Blond in his popper haze. And the Top unloads in him. It seems to take forever. I step closer. Our eyes connect. He smirks at me, then hefts my cock grinning as his piss must be slowly stopping. “You should do him next.” “I will. If you let me clean your cock.” Now he out and out smiles. He pulls out, his ebony dick wet and shiny in the light from the television. I go to my knees and clean him up. He tastes delicious—his piss and Hairy Blond’s ass jizz. I swivel slightly and plant my mouth over Hairy Blond’s hole and begin to lick. “You dirty pig,” laughs the Top. I am amazed I don’t even get a trickle of piss on my tongue—it is so deep inside Hairy Blond. I slowly stand up and slip into Hairy Blond’s very puffy pucker. I fuck him. Now I feel the piss on my cock. I am incredibly turned on. “You want more piss?” I ask between my teeth. He simply grunts an affirmative. I let go and give him everything in my bladder. The Top holds on to me as I do it, his hand cupping my balls as I unload. It feels an incredibly intimate gesture in this flurry of carnal abandon. Slowly, I begin to fuck, churning the two loads of piss together… * The party is beginning to wind down. Lots of men are pissing on the guys kneeling in the wading pool. I find Tall Guy With Tats. “You ready for that piss fuck I promised?” He is. We go to the sling. He gets in, his long legs resting on the chains. I eat his hole once again. I am so hydrated now; it feels like I have as much in my bladder as I did for Hairy Blond. I am just about to stand up and fuck when a man, who has watched us all night, saunters over. “Piss?” he asks. “Fuck yes,” TGWT answers. “Cover me.” I expect the guy to aim at TGWT’s chest. But he aims it right at his cock. It sluices down the ass crack I am tonguing. I get harder and harder as the torrent of piss keeps coming. I slurp piss and use my tongue to get some into his ass. I finally stand up or I’ll drown. I enter TGWT hard and strong. The guy splashes his never-ending stream up on TGWT’s chest and then he concentrates it on my fucking dick. “Fuck my piss into him!” I have never seen anyone, ever, piss for such a long time. It will not stop. TGWT is now jerking his dick as the stream splashes up on it. I have to be fucking pints of it into his ass. Finally, the guy runs dry, looking very pleased with himself and with how much we obviously loved it. He takes off, with a wet slap of his hand into all the piss pooling on TGWT’s stomach. I begin fucking in earnest. I know I’m going to blow my load. But I want to piss fuck him first. “Do it,” mumbles TGWT, reading my mind. And I begin to piss in his hole. It’s a long one, for me, but not anywhere near as long as what this other man did. I begin moving is his ass, still pissing. I churn it. Some piss splashes back on me with each backstroke. I stop pissing and just fuck him. “I am so full. So damn full of piss…” he groans. I go to my knees. My mouth seals around his ass lips. He knows what I want. He pushes. I get a trickle of piss from his ass. He pushes again. This time, I get a mouthful. I am stroking myself like crazy. And I am there. I stand up and begin shooting rope after rope of jizz into his pissed out hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago Piss Party, Part Two: "Fuck My Piss Into Him!" February 27, 2024

Chicago—February, 2024 It was the second Saturday of the month—the day of the monthly piss party in Chicago. It was an unusually warm day for February and I hoped that it would help warm up the back bar where we got wet. I drove in with plenty of time to spare. I didn’t really start hydrating until I found parking. I have learned you never want a full bladder and fight Chicago traffic… I am the first to sign in and pay. The host and I talk briefly before I head in and go behind the hanging screens. I strip down to a once white jock, wrist band and the oldest pair of combat boots I own. I stuff my clothes into my gym bag, making sure a towel and my flight suit are on top for my eventual departure. I check it in and talk to the cute coat check otter for a moment. I fill my water bottle from one of two huge jugs on the bar. Piss porn is playing on the big television. The wading pool is up by the main entrance. The sling is tucked into a back corner. I sit and watch the porn, not to mention all the arrivals as they undress. In fifteen minutes, there are about 25 of us here, tanking up and chatting. I don’t know as many men. The crowd has shifted slightly younger. There is much more fetish gear being worn, but there are still men who are totally naked but for something on their feet. I mingle, chat a little but mostly gulp my water. I go back to sitting on the ledge. I pull out my cock. I usually get a lot of men sampling it. Not so much today. “I am always glad when you’re here.” I turn. It’s a handsome man in his late 30’s. He is blond with a very hairy chest. I know that we have played in the past. I expect him to go to his knees and suck me, but instead he grabs my wrist and leads me to the sling. “Fuck me, man. Piss fuck me if you want.” We adjust the sling for my height and get him into it. I kneel on the, for now, dry concrete. His hole is as hairy as his chest. I dig in with my tongue as he jerks his sizable cock. Several men wander over to watch us. Hairy Blond asks them to piss on us. But guys are just not hydrated enough yet. I stand up and sink my dick into his spit slick pucker. I fuck, slow and deep. I look into his hot face, loving the mixture of pleasure and concentration I see there. I pick up the pace. Suddenly, I pull out and piss on his hole. It’s just a tiny trickle—but it makes him groan. It makes me go to my knees and lick it off. I love how the piss clings to the hair around his ass hole. I stand back up and fuck him again… * I help him out of the sling. In the time we’ve been fucking, the crowd has grown to about 50 men. Including Tall Guy With Tats. (We had kept up an occasional check in with each other via text since our meet at IML and once again last July. He knew I was coming today.) I walk over to him. “I didn’t want to interrupt you,” he tells me. He looks great. Tall and thin, a good 10 to 15 years younger than I am, and wearing a pair of white briefs and some yellow rubber boots. We chat for a moment before he’s on his knees, sucking my wet cock. This leads to him kneeling of the side ledge so I can pull the briefs down and lick his ass. I try to hose him down a little, but I’m not there yet. I settle for licking his hot butt. Everywhere. I stand and fuck him for a moment. We both agree it would be better in the sling. We go there. TGWT rips a hole in the back of his briefs for me to fuck through…so the front still covers his dick. “I hope guys turn these yellow before we’re done…” We fuck. A nice get re-acquainted fuck. I have now drunk enough water to let a hot stream of piss play on his hole. I make sure I splash some up on the white fabric of his briefs. He gropes himself and tells me to stick my dick back in him. I do. I fuck him harder now, holding onto the top of the sling frame. We take a break. He goes off for water. A bigger man, who has been watching us avidly, asks if I will fuck him. I will—and do—making the sling chains rattle. I go off and refill my water bottle. An attractive man, around my age, is sitting by the bar. He is hard. And big. Throughout the night he is a magnet for cocksuckers. We nod. And chat. I go off and feed some piss to a regular. When I need to refill the bottle again, I see Hairy Blond bent over and sucking the attractive guy by the bar. I go back to them, nod at the guy getting sucked and begin to eat Hairy Blond’s ass. He groans. I’m sure he knows it’s me. I stand up. I piss on his ass crack. My clear piss cascades down it, leaving droplets on all that hair. The moment I stop pissing, I am there to lick him clean. And fuck. The attractive guy looks slightly surprised as I enter Hairy Blond’s used hole. He hears the groan of contentment from the guy as he blisses out with two dicks in him at once. Some guys have to stop sucking and concentrate on their ass in this position, but not Hairy Blond. He manages to give great oral service and work his ass muscles at the same time. “Fuck him with that big dick,” the attractive guy grunts out. He is now loving the fact that my strokes are forcing Hairy Blond deeper onto his cock. I pick up the pace of the fuck even more. A piss party regular comes to fill his plastic cup. He moves around, watching the three of us. He hefts his semi hard cock, and aims at Hairy Blond. The stream hits him on the hairy small of his back. The pisser moves it so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him. The heat of the piss is wonderful. I fuck harder, if that is possible. The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar… (Lots more to come in part two!) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago Piss Party, Part One: "Fuck Me, Man!" February 25, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 Evan wanted to re-connect. We had not seen each other since IML this last May. Usually, he drives in from his home in the burbs of Chicago. We have a good stretching session before dinner which is baking in the oven as we play. He spends the night in the playroom and heads out, his ass reminding him all the way home, just how much abuse it took. He loves my dick and fist—but he really is about the toys. He loves how they stretch his ass differently than my body can. He brought a couple with him. I had sent him a picture of the three toys GaryM had given me. He couldn’t wait to get them inside him. He arrived and decompressed from the drive with a vodka and cranberry juice as I sipped my tea. He soon went to the shower to touch up and I set out the lube and a water pitcher in the playroom. I switched on the porn as he I heard him on the stairs… “Open me up with that big dick…” Evan holds it in his hand, looking at how wet he has left it. His spit glistens on the head and shaft. He scrambles onto the fuck bench, his bottle of poppers tight in his fist. I kneel behind him and rim his moist hole. I spend longer there than usual, for I know that soon there is going to be so much lube, I will no longer be able to taste him. Finally, I stand and insert. Evan gasps. But he takes me easily. “Full…” he mumbles as he unscrews the lid. I fuck him hard. I walk around and he eagerly tastes his ass juices on my cock. I go back and fuck him again. Once he cleans me once more, I go to the toy shelf. The larger black butt plug is greased up and fairly easily inserted. The last, widest inch makes Evan work for it. It pops in. I beat on the base, making it shake in his ass. He is watching me in the mirror on the side wall, panting and loving it. I take it out and slip it in again. And once more. My cock goes back in. A harder fuck. A good cleaning. Now it’s the egg headed dildo. I fit my cock in with the slender shaft. I fuck him first with the toy below my dick. Then above. They feel is remarkably different for both of us. I prefer the toy below, so I have hot flesh above me and the ribbed shaft under. He likes the stretch the other way. So, I keep pulling out and switching… “Use my plug, the copper colored one.” It’s on the bed. I grab it and lube it up. It doesn’t have much taper to help with the entry, but Evan is ready for it. It slides home, meeting just enough resistance at first to make him groan in pleasure. In moments, his ass snaps down on the thin shaft of it. I fuck him once more before we change over to the sling. A quick fuck. Already his hole is ready for thicker toys. I grab the ass grommet, grease the inside and slip it onto my cock. My angry pink cock head sticks out of the end of it, my shaft now twice as thick. I grease up the outside of the toy now. I line it up. Evan takes a deep breath and pushes out. I slide in. It’s an odd feeling—just my cock head exposed to his hot, wet hole and my shaft protected by the fat doughnut sleeve. I begin to fuck. The toy stays in place inside him—and I fuck the ribbed insides of the toy—and my head being rewarded with his hot flesh. It’s a big stretch for him, but he is more than ready for it. I move on to a toy of his. It is a curved toy. Vaguely cock-like with a pronounced bulge at the bottom. He takes the curve. I work at the bulge. Of course, he takes it. “It feels so much better when you do it, than when I stick it in myself.” I fuck him with it, making his ass lips huge and pronounced as they accept that final bulge. Now, I work my hand in him. Again, and again. Then the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg on a stick. He loves how cool it feels on his hole. He takes it like a champ after everything that’s come before it. He loves how the heavy mass of it makes his ass feel. I go back to my hand. “Do you want the chain?” It’s rhetorical, I know the answer. I work the mid-sized one up him, link by link. I have him hold it and snap a pic for him. PIC We try the pink toy that vaguely resembles a fire hydrant. The head, of course, slips right in. I work the layer of ball-like nubs in, too. But it can’t go farther. I grab the curved, bumpy dick shaped toy GaryM gave me. Evan is in heaven. You can truly fuck him with this monster. And he takes every inch of it. I now do my largest butt plug, a toy given to me by my brother when he stopped fisting his men. The head glides in. Not everyone can take the girth of the next section. But Evan does. Without even the help of poppers. His ass is now open and ready for anything. I fist again. I leave my left inside him and slide my cock down my wrist until it is buried in him, too. I fuck. I feel my cock glide between my fingers deep inside him. The large black toy, that has several humps, is up next. He takes first two easily. He bottoms out when his ass is halfway onto the third. This is deeper than most men. And I tell him so. “Give me that last new one,” he begs. He means a black toy from GaryM. It is shaped sort of like an open hand. There is a space where the ‘thumb’ is over the curved ‘palm’. It is made of a very hard plastic. Evan takes it like a trooper. I pull the toy out slightly from his hole. I can just fit my cockhead into the opening left by the ‘thumb’. I can’t go deep, but Evan loves the look of it as he gazes up into the mirror above the sling. His hole is tiring. We go back to a number of the toys we’ve used previously. Anything else I have on the shelf is way too small for where his hole is now. Finally, he calls it a night. I wipe him down, getting the mixture of coconut oil and Crisco off of him. I spend some quality time with my mouth on his now very pronounced ass lips. I lick and suck them, loving how they fill my mouth. But it is late. We both need food…and it’s ready for us upstairs… The original, with some pics of the toys and a chain in his ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Evan Goes Through the Toy Shelf February 23, 2024

This is the bench I own and love. It is very versatile. With the adjustable middle section, you can kind find a comfortable position for any size bottom. I also like to lower it, so it makes a padded table for fisting. The bench has converters available to hang it from my sling frame either in this position or flat. JimSupport makes long-lasting, well-designed sex furniture.

Mine is just a goatee, but it does the trick. Love to use it as they sit on the rimseat and hump them with my chin. It was fun, with this guy, to reverse the roles.

Near Home—February, 2024 I was wanting something different by Monday. I tried looking online, but I had no luck. I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck. And it held… I am in the straight theatre. Alone for the briefest of moments. I stroke myself hard. The door opens. The bald-headed man comes in. I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked. He wastes no time and kneels before me. His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act. When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves. In moments, his partner comes in. He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job. He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner. He actually makes me moan out loud. When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service. His partner is back in a few minutes. There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade. He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself. I suck him for a moment when he stands up. But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth. I don’t see them again for the rest of the day. Nothing is happening in here now. And the video has changed. One with far too much scene work for its own good. I go next door. One man is here. He is likely in his 70’s. He’s maintained well, thick set but trim. He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself. He smiles as I take out my cock. “That’s a beauty.” “You have a great dick, too…” And he does. Not as long but just as thick. He smiles again. “Think you could help me get off?” I nod. He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. Underwear follows. He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair. His cock is impressive. Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head. I get down in front of him. His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out. I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced. I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. He moans. He sighs. He jerks himself as I lick his balls. But I can’t seem to get his nut. Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum. He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access. I keep worming my finger back to his pucker. I find it and stroke it. More precum. I push into him. He groans and his cock is now a faucet. I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth. Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue. He thanks me for giving him just what he needed. I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room. The straight side, too. I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. I stroke. The porn is good, but a shade young for me. Finally, the door opens. A man I’ve never seen before comes in. He is around my age, maybe just under. He has a great full beard which is snow white. The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp. He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him. His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it. We chat. He is not from around here. Chicago actually. Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting. “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes. “Go for it.” He kneels and takes me in his mouth. Heaven. The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good. Great even. This guy has them beat. Every move he makes causes me to squirm. He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls. He inhales. “Oh, fuck…” He begins to lick and savor them. Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them. “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…” That’s my line! How often have I said that to a guy in these pages?? He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring. I stroke as he does it. “Smear that precum on my beard, too.” I do, loving the feel of that. Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too. My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more. He finally undoes his own pants. He’s hard, with an average cut cock. I go down on him. He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I save my ass for the boyfriend. And I couldn’t take you anyways…” His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently. “I’ll tell you what I really want…” I look at him. “I want to eat your ass.” I smile. I stand up and unbuckle my belt. From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks… I walk to him and turn around bending slightly. It’s awkward for both of us. His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us. “Let me get on a chair.” I kneel, my ass jutting towards him. He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast. He is just as good at this. My cock juices as I stroke. For a moment he stops. “I want you to cum on my chest. So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…” I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue. He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move. His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard. He dives back in, a full face plant. He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans. His tongue is driving me crazy. And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot. “You want my load?” He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole. I stroke a little more. I move and he rears back, letting me turn. I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest… * We talked a little more. He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing. I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..." February 19, 2024