FelchingPisser

Near Home—March, 2024 You never know. I have made that statement over and over on this blog. If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will. Half the fun. And the frustration. On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better… I go into the straight side. I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn at home. I sit to the side. A cub on the edge of turning into a bear is on his knees giving head across the aisle from me. I watch him work. He is totally committed to cock. The cock he wants to explode deep in his throat. The guy he is sucking is likely older than I am, with a nice, slightly curved dick. I watch the cub finally pull off the dick and nuzzle the hairy balls sticking out of the guy’s fly. The groan from the man being licked is sexier than anything on the screen. A guy I have fucked in the past comes in. He makes a bee line to me. He goes right to his knees and starts sucking without even checking in as to whether I want him to do so. It feels good, but he’s using his hand way more than his mouth. I ask him to stop with the fist. He sighs. He does it, begrudgingly. I sigh, too. But in contentment. It feels much better now without his rough palm wrapped around my cock. And the cub across the aisle is back to sucking cock, giving me additional visual stimulation. “Fuck me?” My guy pulls off my cock and looks up at me. It’s not really a question, more of a demand. I have been sitting here for all of three and a half minutes. I tell him I will be happy to fuck him a little later. He goes back to my dick, but without as much energy now. The cub across the way gets the load. The man he’s doing can’t stop panting and grunting out his pleasure. This makes my guy stop sucking. He stands up to watch. His thick dick, that he’s been stroking as he sucked, is right at face level for me. I give him some reciprocal head. In moments I feel a hot mouth on my cock. I glance down. The cub has crawled from the wilted dick of the guy who just shot, over to my cock. He engulfs it as I continue to suck. This attracts the cross-dressing Latino and an older Mexican. They come over and start working the nipples of the handsome man in my mouth. Soon the Mexican cradles his balls with his weathered hands. He pulls them gently, and the cock comes out of my mouth for him to stroke. I relax and really pay attention to the mouth on my own dick. This guy was born to suck dick. He’s great. The wetness, the suction, the instinctual awareness of pleasure points. I give him my full attention. He is jerking himself as he sucks—but it is never about his needs—it’s really all about whoever is in his mouth. “I’m going to shoot,” says the good-looking guy standing next to me. The hand job has been too much. “In my hand,” grunts the Mexican, but the guy has other ideas. He turns and feeds it to me. The sound of his orgasm, makes my sucker look up at what is happening. He stops sucking. He stands up and drops his pants. “Fuck me!” He turns, showing me his pale, full butt cheeks. I stand up and spit the mouthful of cum into my hand. “I’m using his cum for lube.” I coat my cock with it. The Cub groans out a ‘Yes!’ The two Latinos watch, jerking their own cocks. The guy who gave me the load stops zipping up to watch me fuck with his sperm. “Stick that slimy cock in him,” says the older Mexican with his thick accent. My cock head finds the cub’s pucker. It slips into him easily. He groans at the slickness of the handmade lube. I am all the way inside him in one thrust. My hips have a mind of the their own. I am thrusting hard and fast from the very first. The cub staggers a little. I grab his hips. The cross-dressing Latino moves in front of him so he can grab on to him for balance. I fuck into him like a man possessed. And he’s loving it. “Use me. Fuck me hard, Daddy…” I will myself to slow down. But I can’t. Not at first, but I finally do. I pull out. Cum is dripping from his ass. “Look at that,” says the Mexican. I go to my knees. I begin licking up the cum. I catch the drip that is clinging to his ass crack hair just before it falls. I lick up his whole crack. I dig my tongue into his hole. The Mexican is now talking filth in Spanish to the other Latino. I get the sense that he’s never seen a man felch before. I slurp loudly and moan, as I swallow some of the load that had already been in my mouth before it coated his ass. I keep licking until the Mexican touches my shoulder. “I fuck.” I pull away, my beard coated in cum. The Mexican moves into place. His small dick grazes the wet, hairy ass crack. He shoots before he can get inside. He instantly pulls away. Still on my knees, I move back to licking his ass—but now I’m reverse felching. I am sticking the Mexican’s cum up the cub with my tongue. He can feel what I’m doing. He groans. “Fuck that cum into me. Deep.” I can barely tear myself away from licking his cummy ass. Eventually, I stand. I smear my cock with what cum is still clinging to his hairy crack. And I fuck it into him. “Fuck!” I groan. It’s like I’ve used a multi load devil’s dick on him, he is so full. He is awash with seed. I fuck. The room fills with the squishy sound his ass makes with each of my thrusts. Over and over. I fuck him hard. I have a quick felch break—and I know I’m going to load him. Never mind that I have only been here for 20 minutes. It’s not going to get any better today. “You want my load?” I am panting, rearing up, my face covered in the escaping cum. My cock plows into him before he can answer. “Yes, Sir,” he grunts out in rhythm with my thrusts. “All that you have.” My hand comes up to my beard. I coat my fingertips and put them in my mouth. And I’m there. I shoot, stream after stream, into him. At least three volleys. Maybe four. And a dribble. All inside. I collapse on his back, holding him along with the Latino. After what seems like an eternity, I slip my cock out of him…and go to my knees… “Don’t worry,” I tell him. “I’ll leave enough inside you for the next guy to use…” * We talked after. He gave me a name and number. Teddy will be back in these pages. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Only 25 Minutes...and so much cum... April 10, 2024

Near Home—March, 2024 My dick wouldn’t lie down. Why else would I go to the bookstore the very next night? The parking lot is near empty. It’s a Saturday night. This place, before Covid, used to be packed at this time. I go in anyways. I am alone in the straight theatre. Jerking, rather contentedly. The door opens. It is the Minute Man. The man who cums in under a minute, usually the moment he puts his dick in my mouth. He nods, unzips, huffs poppers and offers me his cock. I count. 32 seconds of my tongue moving over his cock head. And splat. He zips up. Contented. And leaves. Two guys come in. Not for play. Just to watch the movie. The door opens. A tall man, all in black comes in. He stands against the back wall. He unzips. His cock is nice. Meaty. He sighs as I take him in my mouth. He is hardening nicely. He opens his poppers and takes a huff. Instantly his cock goes down. I work it back up. It’s a slow process. But he’s now hard once more. He huffs. His cock wilts. Over and over. He’s getting impatient…but won’t keep the bottle away from his nose. Finally, he stomps out to try someone else in the arcade. But he’s back soon enough. Still huffing. Still wilting. He goes off again. And comes back. Now he’s angry. I ignore him. He strokes himself hard. Huffs. And wilts. All on his own. And he still doesn’t make the connection. He stomps off, slamming the door. * And that was my entire night. Ugh… Near Home—March, 2024 I waited until the next Thursday before I tried again. In the afternoon. There are lots of men around. At first. I have to sit to the side in the straight theatre, as the Sleeper is in the cocksucker’s seat. When he wakes and leaves for next door, I grab the back bench. Almost immediately, fresh meat walks in. He is nicely built, white, in his late-30’s. He looks like he would be more at home pushing a baby stroller than in a room of men watching porn. He stands next to me. He takes out a nicely plumped cock. Seconds later, he unbuttons the waist band of his jeans and pushes them down to his knees. He shows me his hardening cock. Then he turns and shows me his plump, hairless ass. I cup the cheeks with both hands. He sighs. I spread them apart. My finger grazes his hole. He moans. I spit on my middle finger and push it into him. Gingerly. He groans and strokes faster. I pull it out and squirt some lube on my finger. “Not too much lube,” he tells me. Really? I work it into him and he strokes his cock. A second finger joins it. I pull out of him. It’s an awkward angle with me sitting on the bench. I go to my knees. He stands in front of me, ass in my face. I turn his hips. His cock brushes my beard. I take him in my mouth at the same moment my fingers go back up him. He is very happy, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to cum. But the door opens and it spooks him. He turns away, pulls up his jeans and takes off. It’s a Grizzly Adams-type of bear with a full beard. He pulls a chair from the side wall and plonks it down next to me. He undoes his button fly and his hand disappears inside. The young daddy comes back. He shows his bare ass to Grizzly Adams, just like he did me. But Grizzly won’t suck him—just finger him. “Suck me?” ask GA. “No way,” says the other. GA now has no use for him. The young daddy disappears. “You want my load?” GA asks. The fingering must really have gotten to him. I go to my knees and take the rather bitter cum… * There is still no one who wants to suck my cock. No one. I have gone to the gay cinema. Some action is happening, but not for me. I wait. I get tired of waiting and go next door again. The place is fuller now. And a woman is sitting in the middle row, against the wall. I find a seat across from her. Nope, it’s a cross dresser. A good one. As I watch, one of the men who looked in disdain at my cock earlier, comes down and sits next to the CD. He plays under the short skirt with his left hand. Soon he goes to his knees to suck a larger than average dick that must have been freed from its panties. The guy strokes himself as he sucks. He cums on the floor. The CD tucks his dick away. The guy, without wiping up, shoves it in his pants and leaves. Another man, who has sucked me in the past, ignores me and sits next to the CD. He strokes himself off, holding the wet cock of the CD in his other hand. A second load of cum hits the floor. He leaves, too. The CD has eyes for me. He gets up, arching an eyebrow in my direction, showing off his seven incher to me. I shake my head and he galumphs out the door. A number of men follow—and I can grab the cocksucker’s seat again. I stroke. I consider leaving. The door opens and Cute Boy with Glasses comes in. He looks right past me in the gloom and sits way down front. The door opens again. It is a man my age with a beautifully long, white beard. He is a regular. I don’t talk about him much as he is a cocksucker that, according to rumor, is only interested in doing a man once, so he is always on the lookout for new meat. If he is in the room with me, he does like to see me fuck, but he has never touched my dick. And as I suck cock as well, I am competition. He sits right next to Cute Boy with Glasses. In moments, he is out of sight, on his knees in front of CBWG. I watch the young man roll his head back in pleasure. I am sure the sucker has skills, for I’ve seen him work on others in the past. Now he has CBWG stand up. The young man nods and bends over the back of the chair in front of him. Bearded guy is eating his ass. My tongue so wants to be back in that hole… This is not my night. Until it is. As Cute Boy with Glasses stands back up, he turns and sees me for the first time. He turns back, thanks the bearded guy and, grabbing his clothes, comes back to me. He sits next to me and grins. Bearded guy leaves the room. He jerks on my cock for a moment. “Suck my cock,” he whispers in my ear. I go to the floor and do just that. He is precuming like crazy. I swirl it around his cockhead and swallow it all down. I pull off him. “Let me eat your ass.” He bends for me. I lick and slobber over his hole, stroking his cock as I do it. All the while I keep thinking about finally getting my dick all the way in him. He’s stopped me both times at the halfway point. “You should try fucking me again.” The words sound loud in the now deserted room. I spit one last time on his now less tight pucker. I stand up. He stays bent over. I lube up. My wet cockhead pushes into him. He gasps. I work maybe two inches into him. He squirms away, dislodging my cock. He grasps it by the shaft as his own cock explodes all over the seats in front of us… * I left after we cleaned up. I went out the main door to the parking lot. The bearded guy was doing what he often does here. He was sitting in his car, window down on this warm March day, watching for men he didn’t know to follow them inside. I had to pass him. “Sorry,” I said, with a slightly crooked grin. Fortunately, he laughed and gave me a thumbs up… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Good Things Come/Cum to Those... April 8, 2024

There is little that is better...

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 Fucking Keshawn was explosively fun. So much so, that I was still horned from it the next day. And I knew a trip to the bookstore wasn’t likely to give me what I really wanted: more ass. I looked a little online, but nowadays I really like to go where there are men looking. I decided to go to the bathhouse. I’d had a good time on a Friday night the last time with Osvaldo, so off I went right after dinner… I check in. A younger attendant is on duty tonight. We chat a little as he finds me a towel. I change at my locker. Jock, boots and wristband, with the towel hung over my shoulder. I do the tour. It feels like it is a more relaxed energy in the place tonight. It is not as crowded, but there are men. And they are looking. I open the sauna door and go in. A balding man around my age is here, sitting on the lower bench. We nod as I throw my towel on the higher bench and sit down on it. I think that he may be one of the men who gave me head in the sauna the last time I was here. Whether he is the same guy or not, he is on my dick the moment I get settled. He’s good. Very wet and no scraping of teeth. He moans each time he takes my full length down his throat. He pulls off me, looks at my wet dick and offers me his ass. “I just walked in. I will find you a little later for that.” I am getting pretty warm from the dry heat, so I nod to him once more and take off. I shut the door—and sex is happening right outside the sauna. A young Black man is bent over a stool. He is being fingered by white man my age. Another younger man, white, is jerking to it. And the fourth man is the Italianate man who checked me in. The young man, bent over and getting probed, is not comfortable. The attendant suggests we all move to the sling. I go along. The attendant gets him in and puts one ankle in the stirrup. I do the other—making the attendant smile at me once more. “Oh, fuck…” the guy in the sling groans. I can really see him for the first time. He has a great shock of unruly black curls. And his chest is a field of tightly corkscrewed hair. He is lithe and slim with a nice size cock. At the moment it is just hardening up. “Who’s going first?” asks the older man. “Go ahead,” says the attendant. “You seem ready.” And he is, with a condom rolled over his smaller than average dick. I offer lube. The guy covers the latex and pushes into the bottom, in one push. The young man groans, not in pleasure. It’s too much too fast, but the older guy just keeps on fucking. He pulls out. The young man goes next. Also condomed. The way he interacts with the older man suggests they are a couple. His dick is a regulation six incher. Bigger than his daddy. He fucks the young man, but more because it’s expected of him than for any real enjoyment. He pulls out. “Do you want a condom on me?” asks the attendant. The young man in the sling, now fully erect and stroking, shakes his head. The attendant also borrows my lube. He has a great dick, over seven inches. The young man gasps as it goes in. He closes his eyes and jerks faster and faster. The attendant gives the young man a great fuck. He pulls out. He turns to me. And sees my dick, fully erect, for the first time. “This guy’s even bigger,” he tells the bottom. I go to my knees and begin licking the fucked hole of the young man. It’s just as hairy as his chest. I am in heaven. The young man is squirming. The attendant slaps his cock on the young man’s chest. I hear the wet thud as I keep fucking him with my tongue. “Eat that ass,” he says. I stand up. It’s a blessing we have fucked him in ever increasing cock size. He groans as I worm my way in. He’s damn tight. But his ass instinctively opens for the invader. I fuck him slow and evenly. He strokes faster. I watch his face register every thrust of my cock. His eyes roll up. I am afraid he’s going to cum, so I pull out. The attendant comes around for round two. The couple wanders off. I have a very straight looking young daddy type on his knees waiting for me. He cleans my cock, groaning at all the ass juices his tongue finds. The attendant sinks into the young man. It’s all over. Cum is covering his hairy chest, clinging to the curls. The two of them leave as I continue to let the handsome young daddy clean my cock… * I go find sauna guy. He’s still there. I fuck him for the first time tonight. Until it gets just too warm in there. He loses points when I pull out and he doesn’t clean my dick… I wander. The rooms all have doors closed. I can hear sex happening behind some of them. I find an attractive older man jerking, watching porn. We jerk together. But he has no interest in anything more. I wander. Back at the sling a guy in his late 30’s is in the sling. White, with a shaved head and a nice toned body. His long, thin dick is rock hard. I eat his ass. I fuck him. We have a nice connection. He loves my raw cock and asks me repeatedly for my load. I tell him that needs to come later. I pull out. He cranes around the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my dick. I let him slobber on it and then fuck him again. He cleans me up once more and asks for a break. While it is said in banter, I tell him I will load him in an hour’s time. He grins… * I find a man who recognizes me from a party so long ago that I remember no details. (15 years before the blog.) He sucks me in an odd way, pursing his lips, barely taking me into his mouth. Then he turns around and sits on me. But he is not clean—I can tell it the moment he starts moving up and down my shaft. I sigh, disengage and stalk off to the restroom… * I see shaved head guy, who I promised to breed. It’s close to time and things are winding down. But he has attached himself to a cute cross dresser. They go off to his room. On a later walk around, I hear through the door that long thin dick of his put to good use. I find my first cocksucker now on the fuck bench. I sink into him again. This is much nicer. He’s supported by the bench and we aren’t baking in the sauna. I pull out. He whirls around and cleans my cock. Good man, I think. It makes me go to my knees and eat out his hole. Fuck, why haven’t I done this to him before? His ass lips are puffy and luscious to suck on. He groans and mumbles as I tongue him. I can’t be sure, but I think he’s loaded. I stand up and fuck him again. Hoping to see if I can pull out some cum for him to lick up. He hangs onto the bench. I love that he doesn’t need poppers to take the pounding I am giving him. I pull out. Another hot session of ATM. I lick his even puffier asshole again. “Fuck me. Harder…” he grunts out. “If I do, I’ll cum in your ass.” He moans. I enter him. Roughly. I begin a fast fuck. “You want my load?” “Yes.” “Yes…?” I leave it hanging. “Yes, Sir! I want your load, Sir!” And that does it. I shoot. Rope and rope of jizz into his ass. I stay in there a long time, marinating in my cum. Slowly, I pull out. Careful not to bring it all out with me. He spins to clean. “Balls first.” He licks them, lovingly, savoring the juices slopped on them. My cock calms down. I move my hand to indicate he can now clean my dick. He takes me, ever so carefully into his mouth. My full, softening, length, licking every inch clean... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Friday: Hot Mouths and Hairy Asses April 6, 2024

I love group play for that very reason!

My Playroom—March, 2024 Keshawn and I had not seen each other since I had a gig near his home, back in the early fall. We kicked around several ideas of another meet, but nothing fit both of our busy schedules. I got a text at the beginning of March asking if I could play during the day. I could, but I didn’t have the time for the round-trip travel down to him as my gig was each evening that month. No problem, he would come up to me. So right in the middle of the month, he arrived, looking good and horny as fuck. He used my shower to prepare after his almost three hours in the car. I found some Skynmen porn and put it on the big screen television. I melted some coconut oil. In no time, we were naked in the playroom… Keshawn is so ready for my dick. He climbs right into place on the fuck bench. There is no thought at all of warming me up with his mouth. And that’s just fine. I am rock hard looking at his full ass cheeks. I go to my knees, pull them apart and my tongue spears into his warm pucker. He gasps—and then begins to pant. I lick and spit and poke my saliva deep inside him. I smear the coconut oil all over my cock as I eat him out. I stand up. My dripping cock head slaps against his hole. I hear him popper up. I push in. Damn, he’s tight today. I tell him so—and how good it feels. He tells me it’s been a while since he took cock. I am already fucking him with deep, long strokes. I can’t help it. My hairy pubes are grinding against him as he takes my full length with each thrust. I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. Keshawn loves the taste of his own ass. He sucks me clean, spending some time on my balls, too, where the coconut oil and ass jizz have pooled. I go back. I don’t bother to re-lube, I slide back in with his spit on my dick. His face is focused on the mirror on the side wall, that reflects his ass being hammered by my cock. I slap his butt. Hard. Making his ass contract around my cock. He groans. I moan out how good he feels, gripping my cock. I slow the fuck down. Each. Stroke. Deliberate. And hard. Keshawn groans again and tells me to fuck him faster. I do. Repeatedly. Another session of sweet ATM. He licks me clean, swallowing down his ass jizz. His tongue can’t stay out of my piss slit. One more round of fucking before he gets up to stretch his legs. Now he kneels in front of me and gives me the kind of cocksucking that usually starts our sessions. He leaves me dripping with precum and his spit, before climbing into the sling. I return the favor by kneeling and tonguing his well fuck hole. His ass lips are beginning to puff up. I spend a lot of time sucking them into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue. “Fuck...” he groans. I hear the poppers open. The sniff for both nostrils. The cap going back on. I time it to stand up and enter him just as the fumes take hold. It’s a chain rattling fuck. I don’t know what is making me fuck him so hard today. My hips have a mind of their own. He is jerking his own massive cock now. I bat his hand away at least twice. I don’t want this to end too soon with him shooting. I pull out and go to my knees. His ass is oozing coconut oil, looking just like a big cum load leaking out of him. I tell him so, before my tongue cleans it all up. I fuck him again. His eyes are on the mirror above. He hand is on his cock, jerking it and squeezing the head. Still inside him, I can bend over the lick up the precum he squeezes out of his long cock. He shudders and takes his hand off it. I drill into him faster and faster. I need a moment after this fuck. I pull out. I sit on the bed, catching my breath. I’m aware of Jake Morgan taking dick on the television—but I’m not really watching. I can’t take my eyes off Keshawn’s wet ass. I kneel before it. I pull the full cheeks apart once more. I worm my tongue is as deep as it can go. Keshawn moans out something about how good it feels. I keep going, lubing my cock all the while. I stand up and fuck. His hand is all over his own dick. It takes no more than a dozen strokes of my cock before he fires off a big load all over his abs and chest with an “Argh!!” My hand goes from holding the top bar of the sling frame down to mopping up his jizz with it. “You know I’m going to fuck this into you…” Keshawn whimpers. I know I can keep going for a bit—but I will need to stop soon if I can’t get off, too. My cock is covered with his cum. I push it into his hole that started so tight and is now a mancunt. I hit the poppers myself and begin to fuck in the slippery mess of his ass. In seconds, I am close, it feels so wet and sloppy. And slippery. My cock loves fucking in load… And I’m there. I fire off round and round. Mixing my cum with his jizz deep inside… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking a Load Out of Keshawn April 4, 2024

Lansing—March, 2024 After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more. A lot more. The next day was Saturday. I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time. I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore. I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon… I am sitting watching porn. Stroking. I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock. I have made a tour of the place before I settled. There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner. There are glory holes. And a slurp ramp. Porn is playing everywhere. (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.) Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass. It is just around the corner from the dark room. I stroke. A man around my age, enters. His shirt unbuttoned. He sinks to his knees in front of me. He gives me head. Sort of. No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth. I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him. Nothing. I excuse myself and go for a walk. Men are scattered everywhere. The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is. I go behind the slurp ramp. A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes. I walk past and mount the platform. I stick my cock through the opening. I wait. I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn. I make another circuit. A young Latin is watching gay porn. He is stroking a long, thin dick. He nods at me. I go over. And go to my knees. I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move. He groans at my tongue work. He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder. I come up for air. “Let me…” he whispers. I stand. The guy is amazing. I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root. Repeatedly. No teeth. Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time. And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air. He takes me to the root again. There is now a spectator, jerking to our action. I let the young Latin do his thing. As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head. I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him. I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself. I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it. Amazing. Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop. I do. He is panting. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers. I hope I’m around when he wants to… “That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform. He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. “You want some of this?” “Yeah, but in my ass.” He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt. I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout… * I walk around. Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling. It’s occupied. The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down. His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest. He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym. I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole. “Jeez…” he moans. “Fuck me…” I stand up. His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack. I go back to rimming. Soon he is begging for my cock. I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all. He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it. All of it. Ramming in to him again and again. “Fuck me harder,” he moans. “Use me like the whore I am.” Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch. One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp. Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself. Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking. “You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy. “You bet.” I step to the side. The new cock slides in. It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony. I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking. “This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants. “And didn’t think I’d get…” “Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out. I go to my knees and clean his cock. “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it. I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole. I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom. The hot guy comes to the side of the sling. He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle. “You want his hole?” I ask. He shakes his head. He watches me fuck a little more. “Yeah, I do.” I pull out. Hot Guy pushes in. “Damn, he’s wet.” I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom. Hot Guy pulls out very fast. He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face. I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick. I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head. I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him. My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him. The bottom groans. The Black top jerks faster. I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs. “Let me fuck in that hole again.” I make way. Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now. He fucks him harder yet. I’m there to clean his cock. And fuck. This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch. We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again. “I need a break,” moans the bottom. We get him out to stretch. There is a waist high bondage table behind us. He bends over it. I fuck him again. “Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top. I am close enough to think it’s possible. I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm. I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn. Black Top fucks him briefly. I can’t tell if he shoots or not. From the look on his face, I think he has. The bottom goes to the locker area. Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other. And we kiss, sharing those juices. It’s electric. We both feel it. I lose track of time. I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth. Finally, I have to come up for air. “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear. “Would you let me eat your ass?” He looks at me in silence. Fuck, have I ruined it? Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall. He gets naked and hops in the sling. I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are. I go to my knees. The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating. He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want. I lick up his sweat. I share it with him by kissing him deeply. He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock. Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on. “Come here.” I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling. He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us. It’s hot. As fuck. When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together. Certainly, no way to top it. He gets dressed and we kiss again. We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment. He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Taking Turns at the Sling April 2, 2024

Near Home—March, 2024 You just never know. When you are visiting a bathhouse or bookstore you can never predict what is going to happen. Who will be there? Will they want to play? It can be part of the fun, when things work in your favor, or it can be a frustrating waste of time. (But I would still rather go where men are lurking then sit at my computer and try to lure them into playing.) I had been doing a lot of fucking with Muscle Ass and at the small group up in Grand Rapids. Now I really wanted to watch some porn while a good cock sucker made my dick happy. Friday afternoon at the bookstore had usually proven to be a pretty busy time to go. So I went, early in March, to get some wet action for my dick… The parking lot is all but empty. I think about turning around and going home. I decide to go in. I chat with the clerk, piss and go into the straight theatre. One man is here. Way down front, kneading his crotch to the porn: very large Black men are fucking very petite white women. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat and pull out my hardening cock. There is a terrifically loud moaning from the woman on the screen. The guy pulls out and literally covers her with cum. The guy watching in front of me, lets out a sound every bit as loud. I am sure he just shot in his underwear. He gets up, rather gingerly, and leaves, never to be seen again. I stroke. The Latin guy who always wants to get fucked, but won’t clean out, comes in. He lingers for a time, baring his ass and fingering himself. He finally goes over to the gay theatre when I don’t make a move. I stroke. And stroke. I think about checking out the other space, but stay where I am. I am enjoying the porn—it is good and raunchy. And the cum shots are not always the usual facials of straight porn. And I do love cum dripping out of holes… The door opens. A white man, in his mid-30’s, comes in. He stands by the door letting his eyes adjust. He finds the back wall. carefully, leaning against it. Only then does he turn and fully see me, hard cock in hand. He quickly looks to the screen. But the pull is too great, he turns again. “Do you want a mouth on that?” “Please.” He moves in front of me and kneels. He’s a good-looking guy. He tosses his coat and the knit cap from his head over the back of the seats in front of us. He is medium height and has a muscular torso under a tight flannel shirt and a shaved head. He unzips and takes out his cock. I only hear him do that, he is too close to me to see it. He bends and inhales my crotch. He sighs. “You smell damn good,” he murmurs. And then his tongue finds my balls. I reach for my cock again and stroke as he as tongues my hairy sack. He is reverently licking each in turn, never trying to Hoover them into his mouth. I let go and he works his way up my shaft. He murmurs again as his tongue finds my slick slit. He licks me clean. Only then does he oval up and sink down on my shaft. I let out a sigh. This guy is just what I was hoping for. He’s in no hurry for the pay off. He is right where he wants to be, tonguing and sucking and deep throating my cock. I hear him beating his meat. I only hope he doesn’t get off too soon. He looks up at me. “I need to stand for a minute.” He does. I can’t help but notice his thick, hooded cock. He stretches and goes right back down on his knees. His mouth engulfs me. I stand up, my dick never leaving his mouth. I grab the sides of his head and begin thrusting into his face. He grunts his approval. And the hand on his cock strokes it faster. I slow the tempo of the face fuck. Finally, to a complete halt. He pulls off me and pants. “Fuck, that’s hot…” he murmurs. I sit down. “Go back to my balls.” He nods. He hunkers down. There is so much spit in his mouth now after the face fuck, he is just coating them with saliva. It feels great. And he keeps murmuring his approval. “So good…they taste so good…” He works back up my dick once more. He is one of those effortless deep throaters. A natural. But he’s tiring. I can tell. He reluctantly pulls off me for air. “Do you mind if I take a little break?” I don’t. We chat, as we sit side by side, both stroking to the porn. He likes the big dicks—and how messy the women get servicing them. I surprise him by going to my knees and taking his hooded cock into my mouth. “Oh, fuck…” he groans. The moment I do it I know he’s going to shoot. He has terrific stamina when he’s giving head—and none when the roles are reversed. “Swallow my load…” he murmurs…and his cock spews out a copious thick wad of jizz. I swirl it around my mouth and swallow it down. I sit back down. I am guessing, having shot, he’s done. And I’m right. He thanks me and leaves. I wait. No one else arrives. I am grateful for the good head—and kick myself for getting him off, when I know he’d have worked more on my cock after the break. But the residual taste of his load actually kind of makes up for not blowing my own… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Want a Mouth On That?" March 30, 2024

Maybe the folks at CLAW would record you this year for you to launch a podcast.

My Playroom—March, 2024 The small group was the perfect way to end the week. On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days. My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way. He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night. We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home. But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things: how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. It was suddenly late. “Do we play?” he asked. I shrugged and we went downstairs. “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me. I shrugged and lost my robe. I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick… His tongue feels incredible. But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees. I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support. But now I can’t reach my dick. Well, not easily. And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole. I let him go for a bit. He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet. I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole. Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. “The sling,” I suggest. “Me or you?” “You.” My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard. I want to fuck. He hops in. I hand him his poppers and go to my knees. It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue. He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper. I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil. I stand up and enter him. On the second try. Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit? He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment. Poppers are sniffed. I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside. Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck. It builds. Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it. My hips are slamming into him. The sound of our rutting fills the small room. I pull out. He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth. As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM. He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil. I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too. I fuck him again. Let him clean me again. This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue… * “Damn, you taste good.” I am in the sling. Muscle Ass is eating me out again. I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me. I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment. I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling: how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking. I come back to reality slowly. How long have I been in the sling? I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided. I tell him I need to fuck him again. We trade places. I fuck him. And then go for the toys. I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker. The small butt plug goes in easily tonight. I turn it. I pound my fist on it. I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again. I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size. He took the first two last time. The first goes in with ease. I work a little harder with the second. I try for the third. Nope. He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep. I go to my finger. The middle one. The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool. I stand up. I make a better entry into him this time. I fuck him. Hard. My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight. I fuck. “Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers. I fuck him harder. I am so close. I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge. I pull out and kneel. I plaster my face into his used ass. It does the trick. I’m there. I stand up and realize I will not make it into him. I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off. I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it. Some I finger into his ass. For a moment I think he’s going to shoot. I think he does, too. And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs. I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop. His hole is happy—that’s all that matters… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Happy Muscle Ass March 28, 2024

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 (Picking up where we left off…see the previous post) The moment I say it, coming up from licking the Host’s ass, Latin Top pulls him around by the hips and sinks his long dick into him. The Host groans out his pleasure. Tall Top slides into the Young Cub. I am still on my knees from rimming the Host. Latin Top’s ass is right there. Careful not to break his rhythm, I make my tongue connect with his hole on the back stroke. He grunts his approval, and even slows his fuck speed, bending a little to give me better access. I dig in, eating his hole and licking his balls, that are smashed up against the Host’s ass. I come up for air and he resumes fucking. Then he pulls his cock out of the Host and presents it to my eager mouth. I clean the juices off him. “Now you fuck him.” I stand up and do just that. His fingers caress my ass as I fuck. I fuck harder—and then pull out. He goes to his knees and cleans my dick just as eagerly as I did his. The Host pivots around and licks my balls at the same time. Partners are changed. I let Latin Top fuck the Young Cub on all fours. The Host worms his way under the cub so he can suck his dick at the same time. I fall into a 69 with the Tall Top… * Tall Top is back inside the Host. He lies there from where I left him and the Host is riding his wet cock. They are lost in their own world. Latin Top and I take Young Cub back to the sling. I go first. Rim and fuck and let the other top clean me up. Then he rims and fucks the cub and I clean him. It’s my turn to fuck. I go to my knees to eat out Young Cub’s juicy hole. He is making lube like crazy. Coconut oil is everywhere. Not to mention all that precum of ours. I groan as my tongue finds it all. I feel the movement beside me rather than see it. Latin Top has joined me on his knees. I move aside so he can have a taste. He moans just as deeply as he laps up the combined juices. He pulls out and pulls me towards him. We kiss. There is a mirror suspended from the ceiling. Young Cub watches us make out, sharing all the juices from his thoroughly fucked ass. “Fuck, that’s hot…” he whispers. We break the kiss and I go back in for more. This time, Latin Top holds me in place. I quite like the feel of his big hand on the back of my head as I slurp up more ass juice. But I need to catch a breath. I try to—and can’t. It is an interesting mix of panic and heightened excitement. Just as I am about to push away more forcefully, he lets me go and pulls me into another sloppy kiss… * We are back to fucking Young Cub in the sling. Whoever is not in his ass is standing to the side making the cub lick their dick clean. Suddenly, there is a gasp from the bedroom. Tall Top has just shot. We all want to be there. The Host lies, exhausted and panting, on one side of the bed. Latin Top is there first. He dives into the Host’s hole. I clean up Tall Top. Young Cub stands to the side jerking his cock. “Let me fuck him.” Latin Top moves aside. We all watch Young Cub pull the Host onto his knees. His slightly above average cock slides into the cummy hole. “You want more cum?” he grunts out. “Load me,” pants the Host. “Give it to me.” It takes no time at all. Young Cub shoots a load that just keeps on coming, making him shake. The moment he pulls out, two things happen. Latin Top bends Young Cub over and begins to fuck him ruthlessly. The Host pulls me down to lie on the bed—and he sits on my face. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips and parts them. Instantly, I get a drip of cum in my mouth. He pushes a little. Now it is a stream. A steady drip. My cock is rock hard as I eat the mix of two men’s seed from the Host’s hot ass. As much as I would like to watch Latin Top load Young Cub, I am right where I want to be. I hear the cum shot instead of see it. The Host rolls off my face. “Go eat some more.” He goes for Latin Top’s cock and clean him up and I dive into Young Cub’s slick ass crack. “Eat my load!” Latin Top rasps out. I taste it, but it’s deep with that long dick of his. I rear back and fuck in it instead. “Fuuuuuck…” moans Young Cub. “Churn that load,” from the Host, pulling off the spent dick in his mouth. I fuck. Hard. Fast. Ready to shoot. And I do. I gasp and hold on to his hips. I can’t move for a long time. The other three go downstairs. “Stay,” I whisper in the cub’s ear. He’s not going anywhere. I slide out and move down. I have truly churned the loads and my big flared cock head has dragged them out. I lick and swallow. My cock will not go down. I jerk it as I lick him out. And I suddenly think there is more. I take a hit of his poppers—and push inside. I spray more cum into his overused hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Night of the Long Dicks (A Cummy Conclusion) March 25, 2024

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 The man who organizes and hosts great group sex at his home, sent me a text. A top had suggested that he try a smaller number of guys. The host was aiming for three tops and two bottoms. Would I be interested in coming north to play? I would. He asked for me to bring the rimseat. I packed it and set off after an early dinner… I look at my phone as I park. The text tells me to just come in the house for the host is already taking dick. I go in. I can hear the Host moaning upstairs. I leave the rimseat on the dining room table (how appropriate!) and strip to my jock and boots. I tuck my lube in my waist band and go upstairs. At the top, to the right, is his bed—empty. To the left of the stairs is the sling room where, tonight, there is also a couch against one wall. The Host is grinding his petite ass down on a long dick. I can see nothing of the top but his long legs. Instinct takes over. I kneel and begin licking the balls of the top. The are awash with coconut oil and the Host’s ass juices. I grunt. The Host reaches behind him and rubs the freshly cropped hair on my head in welcome. And then he pulls off the dick. It slaps me on the chin before I dive for it and tongue him clean. “Now fuck him,” says the top, who I still can’t really see. I lube up and enter the Host for the first of many times that night. It’s an awkward angle, but still hot. His small ass is stretched and ready for dick. He takes me, squeezing down on me as I fuck. My legs are in a deep knee bend to fuck him. It can’t last long. I pull out and the Host suggests we move to the bed. I see the other top. He is a man I’ve not met before at these gatherings. He is tall and rangy, around my age, with only slightly receding dark hair. His dick is long and thin. And he can’t stop talking about my cock. “That thing is huge.” The moment we are on the bed, the two men begin licking me. The top is on my juicy cock and the Host is licking my balls. “You like the taste of his ass on my dick?” I grunt out. He groans his assent and keeps cleaning me up. The tall top finally comes up for air. “Let me see you fuck him. The Host goes to all fours and I plow into him. After a moment, the Host crawls on top of Tall Top, his knees on either side of his chest. Tall Top wraps his arms around him and holds him in place. I fuck him harder now. When I pull out, they both slobber over my cock. This makes Tall Top incredibly vocal. He pulls off my dick and fucks the Host roughly, calling him names and telling just what we are going to do to him tonight. And a younger, versatile cub, well known to me from our bigger sessions arrives. (Young Cub is truly vers—at the big groups he loves to fuck until he loads someone and then he’s all submissive bottom for the rest of the night.) He kneels and gives me head as the others continue to fuck. Soon everyone is taking turns sucking on everyone else. As Tall Top sucks Young Cub, I go behind him and begin to rim the new arrival. He bends, to let me in between his full ass cheeks. The Host lies on the bed, stroking to the two tops working over his friend. Then he takes over the cock sucking. I keep slurping at his hole. “Side by side. On all fours,” I bark out. Young Cub and the Host do just what I command. I push some coconut oil up Young Cub. Tall Top adds some to his own cock. He slides into the host just as my dick pops through Young Cub’s tight pucker. Young Cub gasps. “I never start with your cock. Shit!” But he is tonight. And taking it beautifully. I love side by side action. We fuck our respective bottoms in very different rhythms. The temperature in the room climbs. “Let’s switch.” We both pull out and move to the new man. I love that we both go to our knees and eat out the man that the other has just been fucking. Tall Top is every bit as piggish as I am. At the same time, we stand up and enter the other man. Fuck, they feel so different. Young Cub just starting the night of debauchery and the Host already wet and sloppy. We both plow into their asses relentlessly. We switch again. Tall Top flips the host onto his back and fucks him, panting hard. “Let’s go to the sling,” Young Cub whispers. We do. I eat his well fucked hole for a long time. As I stand, I can still see the fucking on the bed. This is a treat for me. I have fucked Young Cub many times, but he is always in demand at the bigger groups. It’s great to spend more time working his ass. “It’s odd,” he whispers to me at one point to. “I rarely get fucked when my dick’s still hard. It actually makes me even hornier.” My wet cock head has been teasing his hole as he says this. I push in. He groans as his hole flowers open. I fuck him long and hard. I take my wet dick to his mouth. He cleans me as best he can from the side of the sling. I go back and eat his ass. He is now wet. Really wet. I eat and spit and share some of his juices with him, leaning across his body to feed him. I fuck him again. This time standing still, but pushing the sling away from me and pulling it back to slap into my hips. Young Cub loves this. I eat his hole. When I stand up Latin Top, a young man with a shaved head and a regular here and at my bookstore, is standing next to us. He watches me fuck, stroking his long, thick cock. I ask if he wants a turn. He does, briefly, pounding away into Young Cub. Then the three of us go into the bedroom. The guys on the bed welcome us back. Five mouths are everywhere. Cocks are sucked. Asses are eaten. “Jeez,” says Tall Top. “Another big dick.” I come up from eating out the Host’s used hole. “It’s the Night of the Long Dicks...” (I didn’t know this would be a two part-er, but there is still so much to tell…so until next time!) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Night of the Long Dicks (Part One) March 24, 2024

My thick cock has a very pronounced helmet head. I was told, years ago, that evolution made it that way so if it fucked a hole with cum in it, it pulled the existing cum out--so that my cum had more of a chance to be the cum to impregnate. Of course, in my case, I love to churn it out -- and push it right back in with my tongue to keep the hole as slick as possible.

My Playroom—February, 2024 Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts. He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time. I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks. (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.) We kept chatting. And we both got hornier. Finally, I gave in. I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday. He jumped at it. I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed. I sent a text. He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink. We chatted a little as I made tea. He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs. I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum… I stand by the base of the sling. He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday. I am hard. He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me. He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit. I move aside and he hops in the sling. I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him. I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet. “I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me. I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical. I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time. I stand up. I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle. I slide in. He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers. The moment the cap is on, he is ready. I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck. Slow and deep. He groans. I speed up. I am fucking hard now. I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and fuck him again. Once more he cleans me. The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick. When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick. But it goes in. He sighs when it snaps into place. I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open. I go back. The toy comes out. I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again. I fuck him. I grab the egg headed dildo. I smear it with the oil. He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head. (and he wants my hand?) I replace the toy with my dick. One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench. We move to the other station. The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest. He gets on it. His ass is spread naturally. I kneel and eat him out. Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side. “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.” This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible. I stand up and fuck. Muscle Ass groans. I pick up the speed. My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass. The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible. I pull out for more ATM. Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him. He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth. He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole. I go back for another fuck. Another cleaning. “I want to lick your ass.” I get in the sling. MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum. His tongue goes down the shaft. He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass. I groan…and lose track of time. He fucks me with his tongue. He licks in and around my pucker. He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue. This makes both of us want more. He goes back to his knees and begins it all again. A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world. I tell him we should switch. He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play. He takes the cool metal easily now. I start to crank. Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate. He groans. “Wider!” I do it. I keep cranking. Two fingers go in to fill him up. He moans. I keep cranking. I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. PIC Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place. I fuck him, nice and slow. The metal is no longer cool. It is the temperature of his hot ass. I take a picture of me in him, too. PIC I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. I fuck him again. He is actually easier to get into. I grab the ball toy. Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third. The porn concludes. This means it is midnight. And I am feeling it. I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load. But I know I am trying too hard. I let him rim me a little more. Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not. I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… The original is here, with pictures of us: From My Side of the Sling: I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass March 22, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 He found me on BBRT. We quickly progressed to text. He was from out of state and working in Michigan. He wanted to be used hard. As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit. He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed. He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it. He chose his blog name himself: Muscle Ass. He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use… Muscle Ass is Italian and well built. His arms look huge. He wears a jock and a matching cloth harness. He is standing in the playroom, looking at the porn. He has forgotten a cock ring. I pull some out—and then find a soft latex one that GaryM left behind. He puts it on. “Now let me suck that cock…” I stand by the base of the sling so he can kneel on the padded part of the floor. He devours my dick. He’s good. I love the way he includes my balls. His tongue is restless, exploring every inch of my dick. I let out an appreciative moan. “I really want to taste your ass,” I finally tell him. Muscle Ass climbs up on the bench. He’s not lying. It is a thickly muscled butt. The kind you have to pull the cheeks apart. I do just that. And dig in. His hole is damp from the shower. His hole is responsive to my tongue. MA groans and his hole opens slightly. My tongue goes deeper. He is one of those men who self-lube and he is getting wetter by the minute. I slobber a ton of spit into him. I am stroking my cock with coconut oil. I spit one last time and stand up. I push. His hole is not a straight shot. But I sink into him. He is tight, but he quickly relaxes and his hole welcomes me in. I fuck, with slow, long strokes. I pull out. “Give it to me.” I walk around and he devours my cock. He groans around the thick shaft in his mouth, making my dick vibrate. I let him clean me up before I go back to his muscle ass. I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole. I fuck again, still taking an extra moment to find the right angle to get into him. I fuck him hard…and send him up to the shower for a quick rinse. Once we’ve cleaned up, we move to the sling. I eat his freshly rinsed hole and fuck him hard. I see his hands constantly fondling the wrist restraints that hang from the chain above the D rings. I know he wants them on him. I pull out of his ass and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I fasten the first restraint on him as he sucks my dick. I pull out of his mouth, my wet cock swinging, as I fasten the second restraint. I go back and do the same for his ankles. He waits, expectantly. I just go to my knees and lick his ass. And fuck him. And give him his ass juices to taste once again. “You said you wanted to eat my ass?” I ask. He nods. Enthusiastically. We change places in the sling. I keep my legs on the chains at first. He digs into me. He likes my hole—and tells me so, telling me he loves how tight I am. He begins to rim me, trying to get as deep as I got into him. I take the stirrups, slip them down to my knees and then fasten them next to my head. This position lifts my ass up and gives him full access. He licks and spits. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” I tell him his tongue is great—and all I need. I lose track of time. He is right where he wants to be—so neither of us are bothered by it. I come back to reality and tell him I want to use the restraints. He assumes I will attach him to the sling, but instead I flatten out the bench to the table position. I add the mat on top. He sits and rolls onto his back. I hook the spreader bar between the ankle restraints. “Hold this.” He takes it. “Pull it to your chest.” He does and that muscle ass rolls up and into position. I lick and fuck him. When I pull out, I push the bar even closer to him, changing the angle slightly. I fuck him once more. Once I detach the bar, I grab the hogtie and at hook all four restraints to it. His eyes glaze as I push them down and fuck his ass once again… * We take a break, sitting on the bed. He is eyeing the rimseat. I pull it out. “Who’s under it first?” I ask. He wants to be. He gets under. And poppers up. I lower the seat and sit on his handsome face. As always, I am amazed at how different it feels—how my hole is so exposed to his probing tongue. I take a hit myself and watch the porn on the big screen television. His tongue is deep and his cock is rock hard—jutting out of the soft pouch of his jock. I let him work on me for a long time. I stand up and help him to his feet. “I want to fuck you once more before I eat your hole.” I instruct him to just lean in, chest to the sling. I fuck him. I pull out so just my head is still in his ass. I let go a couple of spurts of piss. Muscle Ass groans. I get under the rimseat. He sits. My tongue pokes into him. It’s not a lot of piss, but just a nice trickle into my mouth as I tongue him. The fuck has reactivated all his ass juices. It’s a heady concoction. My own cock begins to drool heavily as I slurp it all down. “I need to breed you,” I mumble. “Where?” “Sling!” He gets into the sling and finds the stirrups with ease. I kneel and lick his wet hole once more. I stand up and push in. “Give it to me,” he groans. It takes just a few strokes. It’s late and I need to explode. Just thinking that sends me off. A big load, spurted deep. I pant and grab the bars above the sling. Muscle Ass is squeezing down on me. Hard. He is jerking his own dick. “Don’t pull out…” I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. In another moment he shoots his cum all over his abs. He’s a massive shooter. His ass relaxes and I slide out. My hand swipes through his load. I smear it on his gaping pucker—and lick up the mix of his cum and mine, which is leaking from his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Late Night with Muscle Ass March 20, 2024