FelchingPisser

We needed more men there--you'd be a great addition!

Grand Rapids—July, 2024 On the last Saturday of the month, I went north to the house party I always enjoy. I packed the rimseat…though it never got used… We are stripping downstairs in the living room. The host, a short thin man with an infectious smile, is explaining that something went wrong with his emailed invitations. He tells us he sent them out three or four times. I tell him I had only got one—and just a few days ago. The others agree. Which explains why there is me, the host, his friend I like to think of as Thin Dicked Top and a hot man with a shaved head, a furry chest and a hot bubble butt. But even with this small group, we have two tops, a bottom and I am pretty sure Shaved Head is versatile. We go upstairs. We ignore the sling and jump on the bed. “Fuck me,” the Host tells Shaved Head. “He,” he points to Thin Dicked Top “piss fucked me just before you guys got here.” His legs go up in the air. Thin Dicked Top holds them in place. Shaved Head coats his dick with coconut oil and pushes into the Host’s wet hole. I hear the familiar squishy sound of an over wet ass. The Host is dripping piss with every back stroke onto the leather covering of the bed. When Shaved Head pulls out, I toss a towel under the Host and plow him some more. A fifth man arrives. Likely 20 years younger than anyone else in the room, he’s mid 30’s and stocky. He strokes himself hard as he watches me fuck the host. I pull out. The host goes downstairs to get rid of the rest of the piss that I haven’t fucked out of him. The new guy goes to his knees. The three of us circle up. He sucks Shaved Head first. Then Thin Dicked Top. “Don’t forget him,” Shaved Head murmurs, pulling me by my cock closer to the hungry new arrival. He takes me into his mouth. This young man is good. He knows what to do. He swallows me deep after some wonderful tongue work. Now he is making the circle—a quick suck for all of us. Soon enough, Shaved Head goes to the floor so he can suck the sucker. He slurps loudly on the guy’s average sized dick as the younger man goes back and forth on the dicks in front of him. “I want to ride your cock,” Shaved Head says, coming up for air. “Let me eat your hole first,” I tell him. He gets on all fours. I grease up and go to my knees. I get acquainted with his rather loose pucker. Getting my tongue into him so easily makes my cock drip. I stand up and slide in. He groans. “Please let me ride you. It’ll help me take it longer.” I pull out and he makes room for me on the bed. I lie down, legs hanging over the edge of bed. Shaved Head faces me, squatting over my cock. He settles down onto me and groans out his enjoyment. The new arrival strokes himself, standing to one side. Thin Dicked Top to the other. Shaved Head works himself up and down on my cock slowly. Then he builds up speed. The new arrival bends and takes Shaved Head’s cock into his mouth. “If you suck me while I’m getting fucked, I’ll cum.” The new arrival doesn’t stop. “Ah, shit….” Shaved Head is giving him his load. Fifteen minutes into the evening. We all stand up. The Host arrives back in the room he gets on all fours. I slide into him, standing on the floor. Shaved Head no longer has a hard cock, but his mouth is very active. He sucks New Arrival who is standing at the other end of the bed. Thin Dicked Top begins feeling up the young man’s hole. “I haven’t gotten fucked in ages,” he tells TDT. “Do you want it?” asks Shaved Head. The young man nods his head. He bends down, supporting himself with his hands. Thin Dicked Top slides into him—the perfect dick to open him up again. Now there is a fucking at either end of the bed. Shaved Head lies down on the bed, face up, and slithers under the young man. He gets his cock into his mouth—though it’s not as hard now with a cock in his ass. The sounds of raw ass fucking fill the room. The fucking is finally halted by the young man needing a break. I suck Thin Dicked Top’s cock, tasting the New Arrival’s hole on him. Shaved Head is stroking his cock, hoping for it to revive. The Host is now sucking New Arrival. He pulls off him. “Do you fuck?” New Arrival nods. The Host gets on his back and New Arrival grabs the bottom’s ankles. The Host guides New Arrivals cock into him. On the other end of the bed, Thin Dicked Top is asking Shaved Head if he can take more cock after cumming. He can. He gets on all fours and TDT slides in. I stand to the side and jerk to the two fucks, expecting to trade off with one or the other tops. TDT is so into the fuck, he doesn’t even notice me waiting my turn. I start over to see how New Arrival is getting on—and he is getting on so well, he’s about to shoot. “I can’t help,” he moans, “I’m gonna cum…” And he does. Flooding the Hosts hole. I am there to clean his cock and lick up the cum running out of the Host. I want to settle down for a nice felch and fuck, but the Host hears his phone go off downstairs. He excuses himself, hoping that more recruits are on their way. “Can I eat your ass?” I ask the young man. “Sure. Just don’t fuck me, now that I’ve cum.” I get him on all fours and spend a long time eating his hole—honestly waiting for Thin Dicked Top to take a break so I could fuck Shaved Head again. But he doesn’t. So, I enjoy the tight pucker and hairy ass crack of New Arrival. And when I look up again, the men have shifted. Shaved Head has gotten a fresh erection and he is plowing Thin Dicked Top. I had no idea TDT is versatile. I go back to licking the ass in front of me. But the kid has had enough. He’d rather watch the new fuck and flog his soft cock. I stand up. I kneel behind Shaved Head. My tongue finds his used hole on the backstroke. He calls me a filthy [banned word]. Then: “I’d rather have your cock than your tongue.” I take the cue. I stand up. He slows his fuck, giving me time to get inside him. I glide in easily. I stand still as he begins to move. Into TDT and back on me. Fuck into ass and back onto cock. Over and over. It feels wonderful. Could I shoot? Not a chance—we’ve only been playing for 40 minutes. But I love the train. It is always such a hot position. But then it stops. New Arrival has gone downstairs for food. The other two separate. Shaved Head makes an appointment with me to sit on the rim seat after a break. But after some food, everyone goes home. Fun—but with no big finish. Just like this post…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Becomes Five August 12, 2024

I think you might want to re-consider the bathroom use. Guys need to piss after sex. And wash their hands before going home. I agree that a guy shouldn't shower in some cumdumps room, but I always need to get some lube off my hands. Some guys need to make sure they don't smell like sex before they return home (it could cut down your numbers.)

From what I have observed over the years, the best gay relationships, the ones that last, are open. I was with the same man for 30 years, until his death. He was an oral only guy. That limited my sexual expression, but we were 'right' for each other in so many other ways. When we had an occasional three-way, he saw how much I enjoyed fucking. He said I should go do it, as it was something he couldn't give me. We set rules and parameters and off I went two nights a week. He wasn't jealous--he cared enough to find one more way to make me happy. (And he loved hearing about my adventures--which often led to more sex with the two of us.) Gay men can write the rules for our relationships--different for every couple.

Near Home—July, 2024 As the month of July came to a close, I had one last afternoon session in the closest bookstore. It was a Friday. And busy—with fresh faces and old standbys… I close the door to the new porn room behind me. There are half a dozen men here in the half light. They are still all zipped up, but eyeing each other as much as the videos. I sit where I can see both screens with just a slight turn of my head. I spot the couple who come here in the afternoons to watch each other suck other men. In moments, the bald partner is on my dick. He always acts as if he has to do battle with my thick cock—to conquer it with his throat. And the idea of it all, makes him hard. He unzips as he takes me repeatedly deep inside him. He comes up for air and leverages himself to stand by using my knees. His more mild-mannered partner is about to come have his turn, but he loses out to the guy who is sitting next to me. I don’t know this man. He is significantly older than anyone else in the room. And very toothy. I remind him to cover his teeth. He tries, but he can’t keep them covered. I finally beg off before he does actual damage. Now the mild-mannered partner gets up and kneels in front of me. I’m kind of surprised that he is doing me after another man who isn’t his partner. But his mouth is great. Totally soothing after the toothy guy. And he does my balls. He always remembers I want that—and loves licking them as much as I love having it done. He gets up when his knees tire. The two look around the room. His bald partner sucks me one more time, while his partner watches avidly. When he gets up, they decide to go home. I sigh contentedly. I have had four sessions with three mouths in my first 20 minutes here. Now, I stroke to the two movies. Both are good. The gay is a five man orgy and the straight involves two hot older men on a young woman. The door opens. It’s Jamal, the man who I met here recently. He is the one who sat on my face while Braydon was rimming me. We nod to each other. He sits against the wall. He pulls out his dick and begins jerking, his long black curls swaying with the rhythm of his stroking. He gestures me over. I kneel and take him in my mouth. He’s fatter than I remembered. I work his generous foreskin back with my tongue. There is a downward curve to his cock, that takes up every millimeter of room in my throat. I suck him until we are both breathless. He pulls me up so he can take me into his mouth. The other men in the room like these two horse-cocked studs showing off with each other. Everyone in the room is now jerking or kneading their fly. I hold on to his ears and fuck his face. He’s surprised, but loves it; it makes his cock drool fresh precum, looking very white on his ebony skin. The door opens. Two men come in. They have obviously never been in this space before. They scope out the room and find two seats near us. Both are white and dressed for the hot day. One is much more reserved than the other. In moments, one has stripped naked. He bends to suck the shy guy. He deliberately doesn’t go to his knees so he can show off his ass. I sit down next to Jamal and watch this round of cock sucking. Jamal elbows me, indicating I should do that undulating ass. I sit and wait. Stroking. The guy comes up for air and sits down. His partner or friend has a nice dick—one that he all but hides now. The naked guy smiles at me. I nod. He gets up again and sucks the shy man. He is waving his ass in my direction once again. It can’t be more of an invitation. I go and stand next to the guys. In moments, the sucker is on my cock, getting it wet for his ass. This makes the shy guy harder. His cock swells as the other guy licks me. I pull away and kneel behind the sucker, who has his mouth back on the first guy. He is surprised by my tongue, but moans out his approval around the slab of meat in his mouth. I stand up. I sink easily into his high mileage hole. I fuck him, slow and deep. He pulls off the cock and tells me to fuck him harder. I do. He goes back to sucking and I pick up the tempo. I am forcing him deeper onto the thick cock in front of him with each stroke. Jamal stands up and strokes to my fuck. I make a gesture that says he could take a turn. Jamal shakes his head. I slow down a little and then speed up again. Finally, the guy getting fucked asks for a break. I pull out, and he spins around to clean my dick. We all catch our breath. But not for long. The naked guy stands up, bends and sucks. I stand up too. I plow into him. This really excites the guy he came in with. In moments he empties his nuts down the guy’s throat as I keep on plowing. We break as the guy goes to wash and leave. I ask Jamal why he didn’t take a turn. He tells me he likes more meat on the men he fucks. Men like Braydon, not this skinny guy. I turn to the bottom. He tells me they aren’t a couple, just two guys who were chatting online and decided to meet in a public spot. We wait for the bathroom door to open—and then the entrance door to close behind his hook up. “Now fuck me one more time. Deeper the better.” He stands and bends. I go back to eating his hole as Jamal jerks to the scene. I stand up. I slide into his slick hole. Jamal stands up and tells me to breed him. My cock and balls are thinking the same thing. In moments, I groan out my orgasm—holding on to the stranger’s thin hips as I shoot into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Show-Offs August 9.2024

It is incredibly off putting. As the guy being sucked, I only speak up if I fear I'm going to be hurt with his teeth.

Near Home—July, 2024 I had picked up a short work gig for the middle of July. It changed my playtime radically as my afternoons were now about the job. I was finally able to play by Saturday night, a very different time to my usual afternoon bookstore jaunts. I expected to see new faces. For better or worse, I certainly did… I open the door. A trim bear is across the room from me, jerking a very average dick. Scattered around the room are three cross dressers. (I use this term deliberately, as it was clear that all three dressed for this occasion—it is not how they lived 24/7.) I go in and sit. Two of the CD’s are late 20’s. They know each other and converse across the room. The third is a man closer to my age. All are dressed completely with wigs, skirts, blouses and boots. One of the young ones takes off almost immediately. The other younger one idly replaces the bear’s hand on his cock and begins to stroke it. The older CD stands and struts toward me. “Like this?” he asks with a wave of his hand down the length of his body. I shrug. I support their right to do as they want, but men fully dressed as women really don’t do a thing for me. He stands next to me. His cock is getting hard and tents the short, short skirt. He pulls the fabric up. He has a nice seven incher. “Suck me,” he instructs with a shake of his head, making the acrylic curls bounce. Across the room, the other CD is now on her knees sucking the bear’s cock. I hesitate—and take the dick in my mouth. I am rewarded with a pearl of precum. And a string of instructions in how to suck him. Nothing I do seem to be right. My lips are too tight. Now they are too loose. No tongue. Lick me harder. Suck me off… He never stops. I quickly realize it is just something for him to say—but it’s pissing me off. I know how to suck a dick. I finally excuse myself and go to the bathroom for a piss. When I emerge, the older guy is gone—and the younger one is riding the bear’s cock. In moments, a load is delivered. They both take off. I am blissfully alone in the room for about five minutes. A regular, around my age, comes in. He sits next to me and pulls out his dick. We both like that all three holes are being used on the straight screen. Soon, he stands up and feeds me his cock. He knows to just let me go to work. All he does is sigh… The door opens. A young white guy in his 30’s comes in, someone I have never seen here. He sits next to us. He unzips instantly and strokes, watching us, not the porn. In a moment I hear, “May I suck you?” I grunt, around the cock in my mouth. The young man, with rather shaggy dark hair, kneels and takes my cock deep into his mouth. I am surprised when the regular pulls out of my mouth and chooses to just watch the new guy work on me. This young man is great and beats his cock the entire time he sucks. “Get my balls, too…” I prompt him. He moves there—and groans at the taste of me underneath my ball sack. He licks them thoroughly, leaving them wet and dripping with his very viscous spittle. He licks up the length of my shaft again and devours my whole cock once more. He begins to make himself choke on me. I love how his throat contracts around my thickness. I actually think I might be able to get off in his mouth if he keeps it up. He suddenly stands. “I’m gonna cum!” I lean forward and take his regulation cock in my mouth. He explodes five or six big blasts of jizz and wilts quickly, becoming very sensitive. This inspires the older guy to shoot. He starts for my mouth to give me the load, but most goes on the floor before he reaches me. I lick him clean, too. I am alone. Again. And stroking. The thickly built, bearded Black guy who likes to be in charge of any bottoms he finds here, comes in. We nod to each other. He works his phone, off to the side. In moments, a white guy, early 50’s, gym preserved, and showing off every muscle, comes in, looking at his phone. His eyes light up when he sees the other man. He crosses to him and greets and begins to strip. Well, this is a fuck I want to see. And I might even get sloppy seconds… In Charge, opens his fly, and lets the naked but for gym shoes, stud go to his knees. He slurps loudly on the growing cock. They are by the gay screen. I can see everything plainly, but I’m not in their line of vision. Once the thick cock is wet, Gym Shoes straightens up. In Charge grabs his hips and turns him. He buries his bearded face in the man’s ass. This is something I have never seen him do. He slobbers until the man is panting. In Charge stands up. Gym Shoes kneels on the new, wonderful chairs— his hard as rock ass, presented in all its glory. In Charge kneels, to lick it once more. (Fuck, I know that feeling!) He reaches under the guy and he grabs his dick. Gym Shoes groans and blow his load all over the seat. In Charge stands up and shoot a load all over the hot ass—never once getting inside the guy. But they are both totally pleased with themselves. They go into the restroom together to wash up—and take off. So much for sloppy seconds… I stroke for a good ten minutes all alone. I think about going. I don’t want to stay to closing if no one else is here. The door opens. A white guy, 50’s and well-built comes in. He is in tan walking shorts, with a matching button-down shirt. My eyes can’t leave his combat boots. They are the same as mine. It is the same look I walked around Fornication Weekend and got so many appreciative stares. He sits near me—leaving a chair between us. He soon pulls out his hardening cock—cut, thick and meaty. He looks at me. “I don’t suppose you suck dick, do you?” “Sure.” “Would you? I just don’t want to cum…” I go to my knees. Everything is right. He smells great, with that slight tang of late in the day sweat down there. His dick is thick, but not so thick I need to worry about my teeth. He is juicing like crazy. He rubs my head, enjoying the feel of my closely cropped hair. Twice he stops me, fearing he’ll shoot. I keep hoping he’ll given in and give me the load. But he doesn’t. I work harder. He stops me again. “I need to shoot this load when I get home,” he tells me. I nod and go back to licking his sweaty balls… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: A New Night = New Men August 7, 2024

Thanks! It was a really good day there.

Jackson—July, 2024 The second Saturday of the month, I went back to the bookstore with the play area and the medical exam table. Saturdays there had been really good. This one continued that tradition, but it also had a very different feel. The parking lot was filling as I arrived… I walk in. It is dark after the bright, just-before-noon sun outside. My eyes adjust. Men are milling. And sucking each other. Everywhere. It takes a few moments for me to realize that I, as old as I am, seem to be the youngest man here. I settle down where I can see several screens (and two men getting sucked on the huge couch across from me) and whip out my hardening dick. I don’t have to wait long. A man in a straw fedora and an obscene bulge in his walking shorts, comes over. He grabs my cock and jerks. I ask him to ease up. He does. Now it feels good. He keeps leaning in—you know he wants to suck it—but can’t seem to bring himself to do it. “Let’s go into the cabana,” he hisses. I shake my head. My refusal gives him the courage to bend down and take me in his mouth, which feels 100 times better than his hand. He sucks me, bent over, not kneeling, until another man sits in the chair next to mine so he can watch. Straw Fedora is out of there like a shot. The new guy gives me even better head. A third man comes up. He is a regular here. I have had him on my dick every time. He respectfully waits until sucker number two stands up. “You’ll love that dick,” the departing guy tells him. “Oh, I know…” He kneels and I close my eyes. He has the best skills so far today. My balls are soon covered with an amazing amount of spittle… * And so it goes. I’m sucked, sitting in the chair by the medical exam table. I am sucked in the overstuffed chair in the small porn room—this time with an audience of masturbating men. But no one wants to let me suck their dick. I even fuck a throat through the gloryholes off the slurp ramp. I settle on the big couch. A man, a good ten years older than I, asks politely if he can suck my cock. I nod. He strips naked and settles down between my spread legs. He is the best, so far. He can take me to the root effortlessly. He slobbers on my balls and spends a long time drying them with his tongue. He moans deliciously whenever he gets some precum on his tongue. Lots of other men stand behind us and watch and knead themselves. One sits next to me and rubs my nipples through my A-shirt. My sucker laps up another gush of precum. “You know,” he murmurs, “if your cock were to drip ‘anything’ into my mouth, it would be fine with me.” I nod. I would love to feed him piss, but I am not nearly hydrated enough yet on this hot day in July. He dives back down, filling his throat with my incredibly hard shaft… * I only get up from the couch when my expert sucker’s knees grow tired. I jerk alone for a moment in the small room, swigging constantly from my water bottle. And it’s working. I can feel my bladder fill. The nipple tweaker walks in. Without asking, he goes to his knees and sucks my cock. Another expert. These men have perfected their technique over 50+ years of active cock worship. I am very happy. He pulls off me. And is more direct. “I want your piss, too.” He’s timed it right. We go into the bathroom. He kneels in front of the urinal. “It may be strong, on this hot day.” “I don’t care.” I shoot a quick splash into his mouth. He gurgles it down happily. I give him more. Straight down his throat. For the first time, his exposed cock gets really hard. The stream peters out and he licks me clean, before thanking me enthusiastically. “So hard to find feeders,” he says standing up, with a slight assist from me. * I am back at the glory hole, standing on the slurp ramp and feeding my dick to some unknown sucker. He’s fine. And I like not seeing him for a change. Straw Fedora arrives. He plays with my balls and takes his own cock out to jerk. I step to the side and he feeds the unknown sucker his short but fat cock. We alternate for the guy—short, long, short, long, until I am ready to move on. I find the guy, who first brought up piss, sitting in the small room. “I have something for you.” He knows just what I have. He follows me into the bathroom. It’s his turn to kneel in front of the urinal. I suddenly wonder if these two piss guys are partners. I muse on that as my cock spurts the pale gold nectar into his eager mouth. He erects too, as I empty my bladder down his throat. He touches himself once, and spills his cum on the damp floor… * Things are winding down. A man younger than I appears. The first I’ve seen. He is pushing 40—and is a light blond bear. He comes over. He tells me this is his first time here. “Are there slings?” I shake my head. “You want the exam table.” I lead the way. He gets undressed and gets on the table. I rim him, but I can tell that being on his back will make for a bad entry—he’s one of those men where his hole is closer to his spine. I tell him he should stand and bend. He eagerly complies. I sink into him now with no issues. “Fuck, you’re bigger than I thought.” He pants and is soon taking me like my dick were no bigger than a breadstick. After all the mouths, it’s great to be in an ass. And a wet, clingy one at that. I am going to shoot any time. “Cum in him,” says the regular who sucked me early on. “Fill up his ass.” He comes over and pulls apart the guy’s ass cheeks for me. My cock sinks deeper. The Bear groans. I groan. The sucker moans, as if I were fucking him. And I’m there. I drop a load after my three hours of edging with countless men’s mouths. The Bear tightens down, milking every drop out of me. I marinate for a minute, then pull out. The Bear turns and cleans me up—the last mouth on my cock after so many others I’ve lost count… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Feeding Time August 3, 2024

Near Home—July, 2024 Braydon, the cubby cum pig I often meet at the bookstore, sent me a text. He wanted to fuck—either at the bookstore or my playroom. We both love incorporating other men into our play so we chose the bookstore. I asked if he’d been there since it had re-opened, with both screens in one room. He had—but thought we needed to christen it with our type of play. I agreed. We met there on a Friday afternoon… I get there first. The room seems empty. No, I’m wrong; there is action in the back corner near the gay screen. A very attractive young Black man is being blown by an older, naked white guy. The guy in a ball cap, who I last saw text a bottom to find him here, is standing, feeding his cock into the younger man’s mouth. It’s a hot scene. I sit opposite them and undo my fly. The men across from me shift. Ball Cap now sucks the young man and the naked older guy stands up and puts his semi-hard dick in the young man’s mouth. Then he sees me for the first time. He comes over and goes to his knees. He takes me deep into his throat, wiggling his naked ass in the direction of the other two men. He finally pulls off me. I think he was expecting an instant load. He chatters about my thick cock and how he’d love it up his ass. I tell him that’s possible, but I am waiting for a fuck bud who’s due any minute. He goes back to sucking me, but as soon as another man comes in, he makes a beeline for the newbie and is soon sucking him to completion. As the naked guy leaves for the new dick, the other two men move to me. Jamal, (though I didn’t learn his name until I left) is mid 30’s. His hair is medium length and the curls move as he sucks cock. He is short and thin and has a hot, tight body. He is sitting next to me now. He leans over and begins to suck my cock. I turn slightly to give him a better angle. Ball Cap fists Jamal’s thick cock and strokes it. I am loving his talented mouth on my precum-oozing dick. I am so wrapped up in the sex, I don’t notice Braydon arrive until he is standing in front of me. He grins, goes to his knees and begins sucking Ball Cap. Jamal pulls off my dick and goes for my balls. He spits on them and licks it all up. Braydon comes up for air. Jamal does, too. He seems to recognize Braydon. Braydon crawls over and sucks Jamal. Ball Cap and I stand up on either side of Braydon, stroking. Never stopping his sucking, Braydon reaches back and pulls his shorts down, revealing his hairy jock strapped ass. I kneel and rim him a little, though the angle is awkward. Ball Cap is totally turned on by the scene. “Fuck him,” I say, coming up for air. Ball Cap replaces me, kneeling behind Brayden. He sinks his dick into the furry hole. He gasps as he sinks to the hilt. He fucks him hard. In moments, he’s groaning as his load shoots into Braydon. Braydon spins around to clean Ball Cap as he stands up. He goes back to sucking Jamal as I kneel behind him. I push a drop of stray cum back into him and fuck. I love the look on Jamal’s face as my dick sinks in. “I’m fucking that cum deeper,” I tell him. He groans. “You want a turn up his butt?” He nods. I fuck for a few more minutes, than move to let him fuck Braydon. I move so Braydon can clean my cock as Jamal pushes into him. “Ooooh….” croons Jamal. He loves the feel of another man’s cum for lube. I glance to my left. Ball Cap is still here. His cock has not deflated. He is jerking it. Jamal pulls out. He brings me his dick to clean. It’s the first time I have had his cock in my mouth and it is coated in another man’s cum. It’s thick, with a slight bend down near the head. And uncut. His foreskin is filled with ass jizz and cum. I lick him clean. He fucks Braydon again. When he pulls out, I want it in my mouth again, but tell Braydon to clean him up as I fuck him. Braydon loves being filled at both ends with big dicks. We switch off in Braydon’s ass, fucking him hard and fast. I clean Jamal up after the next round. Braydon is panting and blissed out. I fuck him once more. Then Jamal. “I can shoot again!” Ball Cap stands up. Jamal pulls out. Ball Cap pushes in and fires off another round, after only a few strokes. Jamal and I take turns pushing the new load deeper into Braydon with our cocks. Jamal pants. Hard. “Did you shoot?” “A little—taste it.” He pulls out and I rim Braydon’s gaping ass. Braydon groans. I keep going until my knees give out. “I want you to eat my hole,” I tell him. I drop my pants and sit in the chair, tilting my pelvis to give him a good angle. Jamal sits to my side. He idly strokes my dick (and his own) as Braydon begins a deep tonguing of my tight ass. “That looks hot,” he tells me. “You like to be rimmed?” He shrugs. “Sure.” “I should do your ass when he’s done with me.” Jamal stops jerking me. He stands up. Shit, have I offended him? He strips naked. The new chairs here are big and comfortable—and have arms. Jamal steps up on the chair next to me, then across my chest, resting his foot on the arms of the chair. Then the other. He straddles me—and sits on my face. Holy fuck! I am in overload. I have a tongue in my ass and this hot black bubble butt is grinding down on my tongue. I’m not sure that I have ever rimmed while being rimmed before. Certainly not here. It is an electric moment for us all. And Jamal is not going anywhere. He loves my tongue and says so. He also vocally encourages Braydon to eat out ‘this big-dicked daddy.’ Time stops and I just keep slobbering all over his tight hole. Braydon moves before we do. He stands up, then bends to suck my dick as I keep rimming. Jamal finally needs to stretch, too. He gets off, his dick drooling. Braydon doesn’t let it go to waste. “I need to breed your ass.” Braydon nods. I haul a chair out to the middle of the room so he can kneel on it and I won’t pound his head into the cinder block wall. Jamal watches, seated where I was. Braydon climbs up and I kneel. I eat his butt out. The two and a half loads are dribbling down his hairy crack. I catch them and push them back in with my tongue. I am so close. I stand up and fuck. Hard. Fast. I glance over at Jamal. He has found another white daddy to suck, but he occasionally comes up for air to watch us. Braydon groans out a “Breed me.” That does it. With just a few more thrusts, I am giving him everything pent up in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Fires Up the Room August 1, 2024

Near Home—July, 2024 Once again, I went off to the bookstore closest to home—the one that had the drunk driver demolish the two theatres and where both screens are now in one room. I have been watching how the men are reacting to slightly less privacy. Some hate it, of course. Others thrive on showing off. Some are just shy about starting something… There are four men in the room when I walk in. I sit where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head. To my surprise, every one has their cock and are stroking it. I pull out mine. We all eye each other and the screens. I am on the point of making a move as the door opens. It is the Road Worker, the hot guy who is working on the major expressway. He instantly pulls out his dick and jerks to the straight porn. I nod to him. He either ignores me or misses it. A blond man, closer to Road Worker’s age moves next to him. It takes a few minutes, but soon the blond is stroking RW’s dick. RW closes his eyes and leans back, enjoying the hand moving up and down his shaft. This heartens an older guy to sit next to me. He jerks my dick. I need to tell him to ease up, he’s gripping too tightly. He does—and it becomes a nice diversion as I watch the other pairing. For Road Worker is now jerking the Blond simultaneously. And it is making him moan. Suddenly he stands up and shoots all over the floor. The Blond stays as far away from the squirting dick as possible. Both go to the bathroom to wash up. Road Worker leaves. The man stroking me also leaves. The Blond sits opposite me and eyes my cock. But a cubbish guy, sitting next to me, beats him to my dick. He reaches over and takes over from my own hand. He is an instinctive stroker—and isn’t shy about my pre-cum. He loves to smear it over my dick head with his thumb. The Blond strokes another man closer to his age, sitting in full view of us. I look at the Cub. He is playing with his cock at the same time. It is a true micro penis, attached to massive balls. I reach and replace his fingers on his wet dick head. He moans. After a few minutes, I ask if I can suck him. He hesitates—and then nods. There is not much to work with, but I am totally turned on by how much precum he is making. I lick his slit, and then his balls. This makes his cock run like the proverbial faucet. I lick it all up. He shakes as if he is having a full orgasm—and maybe he is. I lick him clean. He stays a moment then takes off, whispering a thank you in my ear… * Thirty minutes goes by. The Blond stroker has done me now. He stopped when he realized that I wasn’t going to shoot. He is on a much younger man down, Latin and hot. A man I wish I was sucking or vice versa. There are all new men scattered around. All but one of the new arrivals has their dick out. And two of them are stroking their seat mate. We hear the new arrival before we see him. A motorcycle roars into the parking lot and must park right by the outside wall where I’m sitting. In moments, a bearded guy, in a biker’s vest, denim shorts and biker boots, walks in. He sees my dick and sits next to me. In moments, he breaks the stroker’s spell on the room and kneels, taking me into his mouth. I hear his shorts open and he jerks as he gives me some really great head. Or maybe it’s average, as it’s the only head I’ve gotten today. His knees tire. He comes up for air, grinning. He has a wet seven-incher in his fist. I go to my knees and return the favor. But I get a load. Fast. It tastes of nicotine and I swallow quickly… * Fifteen minutes later. Fewer men. There is now the baseball hat guy who usually chats to the manager. He is actually in the room and stroking. A Black man I’ve known for years comes in. He and I always exchange blow jobs. He makes a beeline to sit next to me. He goes down on me first and then I do him. I look up as I feel movement. Baseball Cap has stuck his dick in the mouth of the guy I’m sucking. Blond Stroker comes over and plays with chests of all those involved, but always with one hand on his cock, keeping it away from our three mouths. It is a mini explosion of actual sex. The three of us keep trading off on who is sucking or getting sucked. One of us is always seated with a man between our legs and the other man, standing and in our mouth. I love the rotation. As, seemingly, do the other two. We must do some variation of it twice. But it is not leading anywhere. We are all men who take a long time to shoot. Finally, dinner sounds better. I leave, saving my load for another day… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Invasion of the Strokers July 30, 2024

Saugatuck—July, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off…see the previous entry) We go back downstairs. The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick. I lie on the mat under the rimseat. Keith sits on my face. A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock. I harden right back up. Keith is moaning. I feel Tall Top straddle my chest. He feeds Keith his cock. Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth. It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper. And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue. It’s unmistakable. I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him. I feast on it. The mouth leaves my cock. Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly. Soon I feel his legs slide under them. Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us. I stroke his back. He is riding me now. Hard and fast. It feels wonderful. Keith is grinding down on my face. Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith’s hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz… I feel Tall Top move. He is no longer straddling my chest. I feel Tim pull off my dick. I hear the sling chains rattle. Keith stands up and I can see Tall Top fuck into his partner. Hard. Fast. With purpose. Tall Top sure looks like he is about to shoot. I stand up, rather shakily, to watch. Tall Top explodes deep inside Tim. Keith kneels to the side of the sling to try to clean up Tall Top’s cock when he pulls out. I lick up the pearly white drip running out of Tim. Soon, my mouth is plastered to his ass. I leave some seed to fuck in. I churn it, but Tim is ready to go. The mood shifts. Tall Top and Tim dress, thank Keith and take off. We spend a lot of time arranging transport back to Grand Rapids for the top who really did nothing but watch us. The three of us drive into the neighboring town so he can catch an Uber. Once back at the house, we eat. We are both famished. But once we eat the chicken, the shrimp, assorted cheeses and such, Keith is still hungry. “Now can I eat your ass?” This is new. I don’t remember him wanting this before. We go downstairs and he chooses a bedroom and we strip back down. I lie on the bed. He sucks my cock, which hardens back up. He licks my balls. And under them. His tongue finds my tight pucker—and he stops. “I want you in the sling.” I jump in. It is indeed better. My legs are resting on the chains as he kneels. He licks down my perineum, getting every hair around my hole sopping wet without touching the target. “Use my poppers.” He hands them to me. I take a hit. I close my eyes—and his tongue begins to burrow into me. Fuck! I love to be rimmed by men who love to do it—and Keith loves it. He drills into me. He licks, he spits, he comes up to kiss me without my asking for it. Fuck, I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. We share a long, sloppy kiss before he goes back down to my ass crack. He does it all again. The licking, the spitting, the tongue fucking and the kiss. I tell him to wait a moment. I take the stirrups, slip them down my long legs to the knee and fasten the clip behind my head. My ass it rotated up. And spread. I do this to men I want to go into even deeper. Keith’s eyes shine and he is back on his knees. The change of position is intense. I moan. “Take another hit.” I had forgotten they were tucked in my jock. I take it. I feel like I’m floating. Keith has not been hard all night—he is one of those that cock in his hole is all he needs for arousal. His cock is now achingly erect. He jerks himself as he eats me out. He comes up for air and a kiss. A sloppy one. “Will you sit on my face?” Without waiting for an answer he starts to get under the rimseat. I unclip my legs and join him. I sit, and let him get his fill of pleasuring my sensitive hole. I am achingly erect myself. I finally get up and fuck him, as he lies there on the mat, pushing his legs splayed into the air. Then I go back and let him eat my ass some more. Soon, we switch. I lie down and do all the things to his slightly gaping hole that he just did to me. But I can go way deeper into him. And still taste a little cum. “Ride my cock.” “I want to do it just like Tim did…” He faces away from me, fitting his legs under mine. He lowers his ass to my wet cock—and slides on down. It is such a better angle this way. He bounces. For a moment, I wonder if I’m about to blow, but the thought quickly recedes. He stands up. Stretching his legs. “Lick my cock and kiss me…” He does just what he’s told. He holds our combined and delicious juices in his mouth. He straddles my chest with his knees and drools them into my open mouth. And we kiss. His cock erects again. He sits down and let’s my tongue invade him. The cum. His natural juices. My precum. A heady mix… It’s late and I know I need to end this while I still can. I get him in the sling. I feast on his hole, now from this angle. He is begging for my load, taking a hit of his poppers. I stand up and enter him. I fuck rather roughly. It’s all about me now. In moments, I am over the edge. Blowing a massive load into Keith’s spasming ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Tongue (Part Two) July 26, 2024

Saugatuck—July, 2024 I was excited. Keith, the handsome man I had re-connected with in June, wanted to do more. To host a small group, actually. He wondered who I knew. I immediate thought of the couple (Tall Top and Tim) I had invited down to ravage Muscle Ass last month. I was sure that all four of us had met and played up at the house party in Grand Rapids. Pictures were exchanged. Everything was set. Two days after the holiday, I drove west, with my sling and rimseat. I got to Keith’s beautiful and large home right on time. We hugged and he helped me carry things into the lower level of the house. He had pushed all the furniture to the walls, so I had plenty of room to set up the sling. The rimseat was along the left side of the sling frame—and Keith and pulled a padded bench out of his furnishings and placed it to the right. It was a great height for a bottom to lean on and present his ass. We heard the car in the drive, just as we were finishing the set up. Tall Top, looking tanned and relaxed, was the first in. He couldn’t take his eyes off Keith. I hugged Tim. The other three did remember meeting and playing, but it had been several years since they’d met. We went upstairs to the kitchen for drinks and waited for our fifth person, a top from Grand Rapids. When the Uber finally dropped him off, he proved to be a man around our age and quite the talker. Soon, we went downstairs with our drinks and stripped off. The new top shut up and went to a corner where he did more watching than playing…and not one of us cared… Keith is leaning on the bench, his glorious ass jutting out. I kneel and begin to rim him. His ass opens for my tongue. Tim, to our left, is kneeling, and getting his partner hard. In moments, Tall Top moves from Tim’s mouth to Keith’s. I fuck Keith with my tongue as Tall Top’s dick completely fills his mouth. Tim crawls under the bench, knocks my hand away from my cock, and begins to suck me. “Fuck him,” Tall Top commands. I stand up and slide, for the first of countless times that evening, into Keith. Tall Top pulls out of his mouth and comes around to watch my cock sink into that gym-built butt. Tim stands and feeds Keith his bloated dick. I pull out. Tall Top slides in. We are about the same length, but Tall Top has a cone shaped dick—a smaller head than mine, but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker. Keith moans. Tall Top fucks him hard and pulls out. I go back in. We trade off on his ass. Over and over. I clean Tall Top’s cock every time he pulls out, before I slip mine back into Keith. I give his ass once again to Tall Top. I move to where Tim is still feeding his cock to Keith. I bend him over on the other side of the bench, so the two men’s arms are next to each other, their asses pointing in opposite directions. I kneel and eat out Tim’s hole. He moans and does some Maximum Impact. As the vapors hit, I stand up and push into his hole. He moans. Keith turns his head and the two bottom’s kiss. The sight of it makes my cock drool deep inside Tim. Now, Tall Top and I take turns on the two asses. We circle the bench, fucking one and then the other. Tim cleans my cock before I slip into Keith. I always lick the hole I am entering again. Even Tall Top, who doesn’t often rim, finds Keith’s ass a magnet for his tongue. The fifth man is happily stroking in the corner. I take Tim to the sling. I get him in and eat out his well-fucked hole. I can’t see Tall Top, but I hear him tell Keith to lie on the bench. I hear bodies shuffle next to us as I lick up all the juices in Tim’s hole. When I finally stand up to fuck, I see Keith lying the length of the bench his feet in the air and taking a forceful dicking down. His eyes roll into the back on his head. I look into Tim’s face. It’s a look of pure bliss. He is right where he wants to be. I fuck him hard. I’ve brought the mirror—so Tim sees as well as feels, every stroke. “You want this butt?” asks Tall Top. I nod and we change. Keith’s hole is now really open. And dripping with his ass jizz and our precum. I lick it all up, making my cock even harder. I stand up and fuck. I glance over. Tall Top is fuck him partner and the fifth guy has moved closer to watch them. I look at Keith—he is gloriously happy. I lean down and kiss him… * Eventually, we get Keith into the sling. I eat his hole, Tall Top feeds him his cock as Tim licks Keith’s mounded jock pouch. I stand up and fuck. All eyes are on my dick slicing into Keith. I pull out. Tim cleans me up, reveling in Keith’s ass jizz as Tall Top comes around to fuck. I pull out of Tim’s mouth and move around behind him. He grabs Keith’s chest as I fuck him, bent over the other man. Tall Top likes this. He loves seeing his boy take my dick. It makes him fuck Keith even harder. “We should switch,” I pant. We do. I slide into Keith. His ass is so creamy I wonder if Tall Top has loaded him. I watch Tall Top fuck Tim. This time, Tim has moved slightly, so once again the two bottoms can kiss as they are each being plundered. Tall Top nods at me. We switch holes. I don’t bother to eat it out this time…I just push into the wet, wet ass… * We break. We have a hot tub session, all five of us fitting in. But we’re still horny. We go back downstairs. The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick. I lie on the mat under the rimseat. Keith sits on my face. A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock. I harden right back up. Keith is moaning. I feel Tall Top straddle my chest. He feeds Keith his cock. Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth. It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper. And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue. It’s unmistakable. I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him. I feast on it. The mouth leaves my cock. Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly. Soon I feel his legs slide under them. Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us. I stroke his back. He is riding me now. Hard and fast. It feels wonderful. Keith is grinding down on my face. Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making his hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz… (More to come…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Hole (Part One) July 24, 2024

Absolutely. You summed it up very, very well!