FelchingPisser

Near Home—June, 2024 I had heard, via an online chat room, that the new theatre remodel (after the car accident took out the original two) was going fast. It was set to reopen on the first Friday of the month. Of course I had to be there! I took off, after lunch, to see what they had done. (It turned out that they had let people into the space by that Wednesday.) The old video arcade, with all those single booths, was gone, ripped out and the machinery sold to another video store. The arcade was on the opposite side of the retail store from the old theatre rooms, still in rubble. There was currently a curtained entrance at the archway. The restroom was there, where it had always been, to the left as you entered. The empty space was larger than I expected. It was basically a big L shaped room, painted black. On the wall that would be the bottom of the L was a large television showing straight porn. At what would be the top of the L, forming a narrow alcove, was another television, showing gay porn. New, comfortable chairs were strewn haphazardly around, facing either one screen or another. I sat down where I could see both screens with just a slight head swivel. There were half a dozen men in the room. One man was openly stroking to the straight porn. Two were kneading their own crotches. The atmosphere was good, but tentative… I can’t quite unzip yet. My cock tents my camos slightly. The male couple, who come here together to suck dick, come in and smile at me. The shaved headed one stands near the bathroom and takes out his cock to stroke, hoping it would encourage others. His partner comes over to me and asks if I am ready to get sucked. I tell him I’m not. The curtained entrance is letting in a ton of noise distraction from the retail side of things. In five minutes, I say the hell with it, and pull out my cock. The partner with hair is right there. He kneels between my splayed legs and gives me great head. He is especially glad to get to me before there is a slight sheen of lube on my cock. He knows better than to think he’s going to get me off. He sucks and licks and hums until his knees give out. His partner, cock swinging, comes for me the moment he stands up. He sucks me with his usual gusto, beating his own dick. A bear, new to me, comes in mid suck. We don’t stop or try to hide. He sits next to us, so he can watch Shaved Head go to town on my cock. SH likes an audience. He works harder, but his knees, too, act as a timer. He gets up, patting my shoulder affectionately. A lull. I stroke, mostly to the straight as it is more in front of me (and the scene is a rough three-hole workout.) The bear likes the scene, too. He unzips and strokes his thick dick along with me. “You have a great cock,” he whispers. I thank him. “Mind if I take a turn?” I smile and nod. He gets down between my legs and gives me the best head so far. There is just something about his hunger. Maybe he doesn’t get to have a hard dick in his mouth very often… I would love to give him my load as a reward. But I’m just not there yet. I wouldn’t mind sucking him—but that is not in the cards. When he tires, he heads to the bathroom, washes up and leaves. A longer lull. The guy playing with himself from the top of the afternoon is still not hard. We are now the only men in the room for quite some time. I am on the verge of leaving when three men come through the curtain. Two are talkative regulars who rarely play. The third is the road worker I blew a few weeks ago while another man sucked me. I nod to the road worker in his florescent shirt and work boots. His blond hair is longer now, and slightly curly with the heat. He sits behind me, facing the gay screen, which now has a six-man orgy on it. We suddenly are all watching that. Road Worker unzips and pulls out his regulation sized dick. It grows fast to his full six or so inches. He strokes himself with a determination to drop a load and go. I watch the video. And him. I finally get up and ask him if he ‘wants my mouth on that again.’ I use that phrase on purpose to remind him how he liked it before. “Naw, don’t think so,” he grunts. I sit in the chair next to him. We both stroke to the video. I am pleased he keeps looking at my cock every once in a while. Then out of the blue: “Go ahead and suck me.” I go to my knees. Again, I love how his balls smell and taste after a day of manual labor. He seems to like my tongue. His cock is drooling a lot. But I can’t quite to seem to get him over the edge. Then: “Enough.” I take my mouth off his cock and get up. My disappointment is short lived, as he leans forward and tentatively takes my swollen dick into his mouth. The moment is electric for every one now watching us and not the video. Road Worker’s technique is not as good as any of the other men who’ve sucked me today, but it’s so unexpected and so hot that it is this particular guy, that I stand there with a silly smirk on my face. He sucks and slobbers and beat his own cock like mad. He groans—I want to go to my knees and get his load, but he stands up, steps away and fires a massive load all over the floor. He put himself away, still wet and dripping, snapping the waistband of his Under Armour boxer briefs. He takes off. I do myself up, too. I’m not going to top that today. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Hot Surprise as the New Porn Space Opens June 19, 2024

My Playroom—June, 2024 One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick… He’s tall. That I remembered. And hairy. Everywhere. Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell. I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15. His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off. I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door. I go and lean against the fuck bench. “Get me hard.” He kneels, eager to do just that. He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack. My cock springs to life. “You’re bigger than I remember. Damn!” he grins. And begins licking my piss slit. Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth. His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls. I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head. “Let me lick your ass.” I move to let him get on the bench. His gym-built ass is lovey to look at. The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy. I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock. He is rock hard as I rim. He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it. I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker. Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue. It's one of those butts I could eat all day. But my cock is rampant and needs attention. I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time. I stand. My cockhead disappears inside him. He is pleasantly tight—not too tight. I bottom out. Hold. And fuck. Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder. I comply. His eyes find the mirror off to the side. He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him. I pull out. Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again. A little roughly. “Yessss….” he sighs. I fuck him for a long time. When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick. He cocks his head, expectantly. And there’s the answer. I move so me can lick me. He does. Every inch of flesh. I fuck him again. He cleans me again. I suggest we move to the sling. He gets in easily. A pig that knows his way around equipment. I kneel and look at his wet ass. I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack. Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good. The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix. I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling. We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth. I go back and lick his ass again. “Share it…” he murmurs. I do. A longer, involved kiss. This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck. I point up to the mirror above him. His eyes go there—enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered. I speed up the fuck. The frame creaks. The chain ends smack the poles. It’s a noisy fuck. And it ends with my cock in his mouth. He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again. Another loud fucking. Another cock cleaning. This time with a kiss after it. I take a drink from my mug of tea. It’s still warm. I take another sip and hold it in my mouth. I kneel and let it run down his ass crack. He groans. I lick it up. I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him. I do the same thing. Keith loves the temperature change. I lick it up as well. I stand. “Fuck me!” he groans out. My cock slaps his tight ball sack. Piss erupts out of it. It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair. He groans, telling me that is so hot. “Poke some into me…” I do, with the last few drops I have left. I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Using him for my pleasure. His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again. “Breed me,” he mumbles. “I want your load.” It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot. I pull out and go back to eating his ass. Keith strokes his cock. I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole. His ass lips are slightly puffy. I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster. I stand up. I enter him, a little roughly. I fuck with long, hard strokes. “Cum in me,” he moans. That sets me off. I fire my load deep into him. I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole. I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside. “Don’t pull out…” He is jerking his cock. I am going nowhere. In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast. His cum pools between his hairy pecs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered June 17, 2024

Jackson—June, 2024 It was the first Saturday of the month. I had thought about going to the bookstore/bathhouse in Lansing, but going online I found they had had an electrical fire. The business was closed until it could be re-wired and a sprinkler system put in. (Many in the chat room where this was talked about wondered if they would ever re-open.) At my usual haunt, the remodel after the car accident had just been started. It was scheduled to open ‘soon.’ Two down. One left. Well, Saturdays had proved to be very busy at the bookstore that turned the viewing lounge into more of a playing area, so I packed a lunch and went east… The parking lot is packed. I buy my ticket and go in. Men are milling around. A few sit and stroke to the big screen televisions, a few just watch and knead themselves. Two of the three glory hole rooms are closed. I check the slurp ramp—two men are using the holes—and groaning softly. I head to the medical exam table. There is a crowd at the door frame. I push through. A fuck is in progress—and I know both the men. I move closer and take out my dick. The guy on the table is a shaved headed man, my age, who I have fucked here regularly. He is being pounded by the tall hairy man I have had the good fortune to fuck here a number of times. Both are fully naked, their clothes piled on the floor. They both smile a greeting. I stroke as the long thin dick of the hairy guy fucks the other man deep and hard. I take a long swallow from my water bottle, set it down and stroke. “Take a turn on his butt.” Tall Hairy pulls out and steps to the side. He gives his wet dick to Shaved Head to suck. I push into the wet hole on offer. Shaved Head groans around the cock in his mouth. I fuck slowly. Guys at the doorway move in a step of two. I begin to speed up. Soon I am fucking him hard enough to make the table creak. We switch. Shaved Head is just as eager to suck his juices off my cock. But he has to stop sucking me, as Tall Hairy begins to fuck him furiously. I think he’s about to cum. I had been thinking of seeing if I could get into Tall Hairy’s hole while he was fucking, but I don’t want to mess with his orgasm. But he doesn’t shoot. He just slows down. A phone goes off. It’s Shaved Head’s. The two men disengage so he can find it amongst the pile of clothes. He answers it—and isn’t happy. He gets dressed to go deal with some problem. “How convenient. Now you can fuck me.” Tall Hairy climbs on the table. His long legs rest on the top of the metal stirrups. I kneel and eat his ass. He groans. “I hoped you’d do that. Eat me out…” This is too much for two of the men watching us. They leave. The other two step closer. I stand up and enter him. I love watching his face as I do it. The surprise. The concentration. The joy as I bottom out. I fuck with long, deliberate strokes. He grabs his cock and begins jerking in time with my thrusts. A watcher gets brave and reaches out to play with his nipples as we fuck. I slow down. Stop. I eat is hole again. “Let me taste me.” I consider a kiss, but go with my cock up to his mouth. He cleans he hungrily. Then I fuck him for a second time. A new man arrives. He is younger, likely mid-40’s. He is tall-ish, with dark blond hair that is rather long. He sees us and comes right over. He knows Tall Hairy. He stands on the other side and strokes his chest as I fuck. We break. The new guy strips. He has a very hairy chest himself and a very full ass, also extremely hairy. Tall Hairy gets up. The younger guy bends at the waist and goes down on him. Tall Hairy reaches down and spreads the full ass. “Eat his ass like you did me.” I don’t have to be asked twice. I dive into the hairy jungle. He groans. Tall Hairy groans. I make guttural sounds in the back of my throat. “You want him to fuck you?” Tall Hairy askes the younger man. He grunts an affirmative, never stopping sucking the dick in his mouth. I chow down a bit longer, then get up and stick my cock in the new hole. Now he stops sucking. He pants. He moans. He tells me to slow down—even though I am merely inching into his tight hole. I finally bottom out and wait. “You should have started with me,” Tall Hairy says. The younger man pants…and tells me to fuck him slowly. I do. I can tell he’s not comfortable. I pull out. “Get up on the table,” Tall Hairy says. He does. And Tall Hairy sinks into his friend. Easily. And fucks him hard. I offer my cock for him to suck, but he is staring up at the man fucking him so intently, I decide to leave them to it. I wander. I sit in the small room and stroke. The crowd has thinned slightly. I can’t find a cocksucker. A fully naked man walks in. He is likely my age, gym built five or six years ago. “May I?” I nod, waiting for him to kneel and suck. He turns around and sinks his greased-up hole on my cock. He moans all the way down my shaft. He begins to bounce and stroke himself. His ass feels wet and wonderful. In moments he is shooting a big load on the floor in front of us… * I wander. Tall Hairy and his friend seem to have gone. I go out to the car and eat my lunch. The crowd has really thinned. Men are around, but no one seems to want to suck me or be sucked. I sit by the curtained booths, stroking to the some threeway porn. I hear a noise in the cubicle behind me. I investigate. It’s dark, but I see someone is on all fours, bare ass offered. My hand caresses the butt. It’s hairy. Very hairy. It’s the younger man from before. I feel his hole. I am positive Tall Hairy gave him a load in there. He moans. I go to my knees and eat his ass again. I can just barely taste the jizz. “Fuck me…” “You think you can take me now that you have a load in there?” I whisper. “Please…” I stand up and enter him. He feels terrific—and his hole has been opened up. He may have had other men up him, for all I know. I begin to fuck. I know the moment I push in I will be breeding him. “Fuck me,” he mumbles. I begin a fast, hard fuck. It’s all about me now. I want to cum inside him. “You want it?” “Yes. Please…” “Say the words…” I pant. I wonder if I can last long enough for him to get them out. “Breed me,” he murmurs. “Cum in my hole. Fill me up…” And it works. My cock explodes. Jet and jet of white hot cum is blasted up his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Four Ass Saturday June 15, 2024

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

My Playroom—May, 2024 I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party. I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside. I also heard from the beautiful young man. He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT. In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if he is reading this now…? By Monday, Memorial Day, I was ready for sex again. I thought about Teddy, the man I was often using as a cumdump at the bookstore. He had reached out a number of times to meet at the house, but it was always so last minute I couldn’t make it work. Today was a holiday, I wrote to him, did he have time? Did he want to bring his boyfriend? He was working but was sure that he would get off early. He would keep me posted. Well, he worked late. He took a co-worker home to another city. Then he drove home to clean up. The boyfriend wouldn’t be coming—he was in a mood. Finally, Teddy was ready to start south. By the time he’d get here, it would be far too late in my book. But I had napped in the afternoon. I wanted to unload. I told him to come along. It took longer than he guessed, but finally he was at the door… He strips off in the playroom. I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen him fully naked as we are always at least partial dressed when he’s bent over in one of the cinemas. I think he works outdoors from the tan line on his arms. He is a tall man, likely early 40’s, with a little extra weight on him. I am naked but for boots and the very fragrant piss party jock. I am lying on the bed. He kneels, now naked but for socks, between my spread legs. His warm tongue licks the jock. I tell him where it's been. He loves the idea of wet, group sex. He pulls aside the fabric and swallows down my half hard cock. I erect in seconds, making his throat feel full. He come up for air and begins working his tongue over every millimeter of my dick. Up and down and in the piss slit. All around the balls. Under them. Halfway down my perineum and up again into a deep throating of my now drooling cock. He is in no hurry. I relax and let his mouth explore me. He licks me all over one more time. This time he’s a little closer to my asshole with his tongue on my taint. Once again, he swallows me down and milks my dick with his throat. We move to the fuck bench. I don’t think he’s been on one. I help him get in the most comfortable position with his knees farther up the bench, to lower his ass. He settles in and I kneel behind him. I feast on his warm ass crack. His hole is open and ready. I stand up—and slide in. He gasps. “It feels different here,” he pants. “Better.” I hold a long time and begin to slowly move in and out. Faster and faster. His eyes are riveted to the mirror on the side wall where he can see me and my cock plowing him open. “Like that?” I ask. “Like seeing yourself be used?” He mumbles an affirmative as he opens the poppers I have given him (a bottle left by another trick.) I fuck harder and harder. I stop and pull out. “Bring it here, sir,” he pleads the moment I am out of his ass. I walk to his head and offer my wet cock to his waiting mouth. He cleans me up, groaning in pleasure and lust. I rim him. I fuck him again. He cleans my dick. I do the ‘leave a lot of spit on it, I’m not adding any more lube’ routine. He blisses out as I sink back into his ass… * We go back to the bed for another round of him licking my balls and sucking my cock. This time his tongue grazes my asshole. “Do you want to rim me?” “Please. I’ve always wanted to…” I get in the sling. He kneels and feasts on my hole. He tells me he rims his partner before he fucks him—and prefers his tongue in his asshole than his dick. It’s fine by me. He is good at it—and his love of it is communicated with every movement of his tongue. I lie back and watch him work in the mirror above. We change places. He relaxes in the sling, once he decides to use the stirrups. I eat his hole. I fuck his hole. He cranes around to clean my cock. Once he does, I turn and let him give my ass another lick, too. Then it’s another round of fucking. His hole feels like he might be able to take two. I grease up the egg headed dildo. It goes in easily—but there is no way I can add my cock with it. I fuck him with the toy and then my cock. Pushing one in—then the other. Over and over. We take a break for water. I pull out the rimseat. He’s never been on one. He loves the spread of his hole on my face. He relaxes and let’s me eat him out. I encourage him to ride my cock and come back. This is slightly awkward for him, but he does. I love how my dick reinvigorates all his ass juices. “Can I eat your ass on this thing?” We switch around. Now he really understands the spread of the seat and how much deeper his tongue can snake into me. He can’t get enough—but it’s getting very late now. I know that if I don’t breed him soon, I won’t be getting off. We go back to the sling. I lick him briefly—and fuck him a lot. I am close, but can’t get over the edge. I pull out and eat his ass again, jerking furiously. I stand up and fuck. And I’m there. I fire into him. Not a huge load, not a ‘every nerve on end’ load, but just a nice ‘thanks for the fuck’ load. The moment I pull out and bring it to his mouth to clean, his hand snakes down and feels the wetness of his hole. He cleans me up—and then he sucks his exploring finger. I ask if he wants to get off. He doesn’t. He goes home, un-showered, reeking, in the best way, of my cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…” June 11, 2024

I love speculum play and originally got mine for the piss angle of it, before I was fucking bare, so I could piss inside the men in my stable who craved it. Now I use it on any pig who is interested in stretching his hole. I use the Collins--and with most men, I can eventually get them so open I can add my big cock with the speculum in place. I love the feel of metal to the sides and warm flesh above and below my cock.

Chicago—May, 2024 (This picks right up where we left off in the last post) I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs. I slurp happily, before my cock tells me to keep fucking. I stand up and build to sling rocking fuck-speed. The piss rolls off his body and puddles under us. I fuck on and on, only stopping as I don’t want to shoot yet. I help him up and out of the sling. We hug and go our separate ways for a bit. I feed piss to an older guy in the other back corner. I fuck a barrel chested 50-Something in the sodden sling. He delights in my dick and calling me a ‘Hot Mother Fucker’ every few thrusts. Two men offer to clean me up as I pull out of his ass. I let them go to work on me. One takes the shaft and the other my balls. I tell them to reverse. They do, thrilled that I told them what to do. I feed them a little piss. I love having them both on their knees in front of me and begging for it. I try to give them equal shares of my clear piss. First in one—now the other. “Now kiss.” They do. Hungrily. Passionately. I walk away as their tongues clean the other’s mouth… * I find TGWT bent over sucking a hairy daddy. I eat his ass. He instantly knows it’s me. I slobber into his hole. And fuck it. Pushing him deeper on the thick cock in front of him. The hairy daddy loves this; he even reaches down and pulls TGWT’s cheeks apart so I can go deeper. Suddenly I stop. I give him just a tiny blast of piss into his gut. He groans around the thick cock in his mouth. “Did you do what I think you just did?” asks Hairy Daddy. I nod an affirmative as he grins in delight. I hunker down to taste my handiwork… * I am back by the sling. I am watching a hot 40-something guy get railed, hoping I can go up him next. I turn away and survey the whole scene. The place is awash with piss. It’s everywhere. Men are sucking and drinking. Some are chatting as they re-hydrate. Others are bent over and getting fucked. I love the bigger, more active crowd. And I really love giving some of these men the only piss they will get all year. I look back at the fuck, stroking my cock. The guy in the sling makes eye contact. I think he wants my bigger dick inside him when his current fuck finishes up. I glance back at the crowd. In front of me is the most beautiful young man in the room. He’s tall-ish, and in incredibly shape. His pecs have seen countless hours at the gym. As have his abs. He wears a jock, mounding his cock beneath. He’s Latin, his hair is dark and lush on his head. We lock eyes. I take my hand away from my cock. It sways, pointing at the young man. “Do you want this?” “Yes, Sir.” His hands instinctively go behind his back. He drops his gaze to the floor. “Then get over here and do it.” He takes a step in, kneels and lovingly takes hold of my cock with both hands. He looks at it for a long minute before he guides it into his mouth. Then his hands go back behind his back. I have had a lot of great mouths on my dick. And his is one of the best. The suction. The wetness. The sheer love of doing what he’s doing communicates with every slight flick of his tongue. He deep throats me for the first time. It’s effortless. Like he just unhinged his jaw. I let him suck at his own speed and rhythm. We are attracting a crowd. Guys are jerking themselves or each other as he sucks me. Finally, he pulls off my shaft, takes a deep breath and licks my balls. He doesn’t try to suck them into his mouth. He licks them. And under them, lifting the sack slightly to slide his tongue over my cock ring. Then it’s back to deep throating. This time I grab his ears and begin a slow face fuck. He moans out his approval. I pick up speed. I go as deep as I can on the final stroke and pull out, brings long strands of deep throat spit. I wrap them around my cock. “Clean it up.” He does. Savoring it. I face fuck him again. Nice and deep. He chokes this time. I pull out. Even more strands. I wrap them around my cock and he swallows me down. He sucks me. He licks my balls. Again, he lifts them and flicks his tongue around the cockring and the top of my perineum. I pull him up to his feet and give him a quick kiss. “Boy, do you get fucked?” “Yes, Sir.” “You want this cock in your ass?” “Yes! Yes, Sir!” I can’t believe my good luck. I move away from the high counter I’ve been leaning against. Now the young man uses it for support, jutting his gorgeous ass out for me. I fall to my knees. He gasps as my tongue finds his hole. My hands have to pull his muscled cheeks apart. I force my way into his tight pucker. He gasps again. My hand cups the bulge in his jock. He’s caged under that jock. The thought that his cock is helpless turns me on more than I can say. I redouble my efforts, spitting more and more saliva into him. I stand up. From the crowd: “Fuck him good!” “Give it to him!” “Fuck, yeah!” I slide in. It’s electric. I bottom out. He has taken me to the root. He squeezes down in welcome. I fuck him. Slow. Then fast. Harder yet. He takes it with the slightest whimper. I pull out. He spins around and cleans my dick. I pull him up into a kiss. Hungry. I spit in his mouth. He asks for more. I give it to him. And another fuck. And a deep rimming. We kiss again. Then he whispers in my ear: “May I lick your ass, Sir?” I don’t answer, I just brace myself against the high counter, just like he did. He goes to his knees and his gorgeous face is buried in my hairy crack. I hear the gasps from some of the men watching. And one of them pisses on us. It sluices down my arched back and forms a waterfall through my ass crack. He’s there trying to keep up with the massive amount of piss. When the stream stops, he gets down to business, rooting deep into my hole with his tongue. We kiss afterwards. I think that’s it. But instead, we go behind the screens to the bench that runs along the side wall. He wants to ride my cock. He does. He cleans my cock. I lick his freshly fucked ass. He shyly asks to rim me again. “I don’t do this often…” he confesses, “but with you….” He eats me out—with me on all fours on the bench. I hope for more piss, but it doesn’t happen. We spend a long time together. I keep telling him I don’t want to monopolize his time here. But he doesn’t care. We fuck once more, with him bent over and pleading for it… * I am looking for Tall Guy with Tats. I have saved my last big piss load for his ass. And my load. But he’s gone. I need to breed and hit the road. I find beautiful boy tucked under the bar, sitting on the foot rest, drinking piss and sucking cock. He smiles when he sees me. “I want to load your ass.” “Yes, sir.” We go to the wet canvas sling. We haven’t fucked here. He hops in. I eat his hole. He groans. I rise up. I fuck him. Gently. Knowing the hard fuck is just moments away. I speed up. “Give me your load, Sir. I really want it.” “…So close…” I mumble. My fucking builds. Hard and intense. He takes it. And asks for it harder yet. And I am there. I blow what has to be a huge load after the more than three and a half hours of play. My cock can’t stop firing. I stay in him a long time. I bend and kiss him, my cock right where it wants to be. And that’s when I begin to piss… * We find each other, dressed, in the bathroom. I am pissing once more for the road. He wants to give me his number. I tell him I’m lousy with remembering digits. I tell him to remember FelchingPisser. He grins. And he does. The next day, I find his number on the hook up site. We chat about the blog. And he sent me these pictures of his ass for your entertainment… The original is here, with those ass pics: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party--A Very Wet Conclusion June 8, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right after the piss party. I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held. It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door. As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.) I was the third man in. I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter… I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar. Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up. Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy. The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool. The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel. Mouths open and eyes pleading. I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up. It is. I gulp some water. I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs. (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…) I go over to talk to them. And grope. We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch. “I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth. I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth. I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue. He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat. Only then does he really lick and suck it. I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. They wander off. I get some head from a guy in his 40’s. He asks for piss. I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong. That does not put him off—it excites him. It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows. I keep chugging water. And getting my dick sucked. Finally, I feel like I have some piss. I see the bear couple at the sling. The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard. It covers a good portion of his chest. They welcome me. The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling. The top fucks him hard. “Got piss?” White Beard grunts out. The bear next to me does. He covers the man’s chest and beard. I stroke my cock. “You should fuck him,” says the top. “You want this big dick up you?” White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. The top pulls out. I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack. I stand up and fuck. It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard. He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut. As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out. The bottom is right there to clean my cock. He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz. “Now fuck me…” He bends over, holding onto the sling frame. I push into his ass. “Fuck him good,” barks the top. He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover. I fuck. Hard. The top points his cock at us and unleashes. I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard. I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots… * I notice a bearded Latino. He is fucking a lot of guys. Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs. He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch. He fucks a fourth guy. He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks. He pulls out. Pisses. The guy moves away—very happy. “That’s a big dick.” I grin and nod. To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place. I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls. After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls. He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean… * My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here. We have chatted. He’s sucked my cock in front of others. I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth. We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right. We head to the sling. It’s canvas—and soaking wet. There is a lake of piss under it. He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups. I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack. He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going. I lick and prod and spit it back into him. From a bystander: “Fuck him with that big cock!” I keep rimming. Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him. His eyes go big. It feels so much better here in the sling. I begin a slow fuck. Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. “If you have piss, cover him,” I say. “Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats. I fuck. One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest. My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch. But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing. He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls. My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him. I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. The guy aiming at his chest is done. The other pisser is finally petering out. I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin. When I’m done, I hunker down. I eat his piss covered hole. TGWT moans. Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose. I slurp some up and push it into him. I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream. I stand up. It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless. I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole. He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off. I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs… (More to cum…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet June 6, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML. Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel. You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer. Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele. I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time. It was suddenly the first of May before I really thought about reservations and the motel was booked solid. Another contributing factor was that the Horse Market had lost their venue in town and would not be coming to IML. Should I even go? So, I made a list of what was important for me about IML. I realized the piss party was at the top of my list—and then, I would like to catch up with people like Keshawn who were in town. Around the top of May, Seth reached out. He was a versatile man with similar interests who I’d met at the great New Year’s Eve parties thrown by some mutual Chicago friends before they moved to Palm Springs. The pandemic had gotten in the way of what was starting to be some regular play together. He and Miles would love to see me. Was I coming to town for IML? This worked perfectly. I could play with them on Friday night and he was gracious to let me make his apartment my headquarters. The piss party was Saturday. And I could venture down to the host hotel on Sunday to see Keshawn—and hopefully two cumdumps who had requested at least a fuck. I packed the sling and rimseat—and hit the road on Friday morning… I am setting up the sling in the cleared space in the living room. Seth and Miles are busy either in the bathroom or setting snacks out. They look great. It has been 5 years now since I’ve seen them. Seth is ten years younger than I. He has a little more grey in his hair. He is tall and good looking. Miles, is younger. He is still gym built with great pecs. And tats. And that’s before we get to his ass… I am now set up. The guys come out of the bathroom. Seth has given Miles a shot of Trimix—so his cock is hard and ready. Seth sits on an ottoman. “Come here…” The two of us move to him and present our hard cocks for Seth to suck. He sucks us both—back and forth. My hand is already on Miles’ ass. I idly play around his hole as we get sucked. Soon Miles kneels and begins to suck Seth. I kneel behind him. My tongue finds his pucker. I groan as I begin to lick. Seth reaches down and spreads Miles’ cheeks for me. In moments, my tongue is buried in his hot butt. Miles groans around the cock in his mouth as I begin rimming him in earnest. Licking and spitting and licking it up again. I rear up and fuck. The action pushes him onto Seth’s big, PA-ed cock. I keep the fuck gentle—opening his hole for the night. Seth comes around and takes a turn up Miles, too. We move to the rimseat, at Seth’s request. I go under. Miles perfect ass needs to be licked after the fucking. He sits on my face and Seth sits on my cock. I groan at the overload of feeling. Seth is bouncing faster and faster. I wrap my arms around Miles’ legs and all but pull myself up into his spread cheeks. My tongue goes deeper into his juicy hole. Seth slows a little and the two men lean together to kiss. It’s a wonderfully powerful moment: cock in hole, tongues in mouths, tongue in hole. The perfect triangle of lust. “Let’s change…” Seth slowly pulls off my dick. Miles stands up. They switch. Seth sits on my face, his hole wet from my drooling cock and his own hot ass juices. Miles settles down on my cock. Miles begins to bounce. My tongue is all over Seth’s very pronounced ass lips. I suck them into my mouth individually. Then as a pair. They fill my mouth, cutting off my breath in the best possible way. We take a small water break. Miles jumps in the sling. I feast on his hole. Seth gives him his big dick to suck. I don’t stay, tongue in place, very long. I need to fuck—at my tempo. I sink into his bubble butt. My hands find his hard pecs as I stroke into him. Over and over. We switch. I move to his mouth so he can clean my cock and Seth rims and sucks his hole. Our mouths can’t stay off each other. We love how the other two taste. As soon as Seth goes from rimming to fucking, I get under the sling. He knows what I want. He fucks two or three strokes into Miles and then two or three strokes into my open mouth. Back and forth. Asking me how he tastes when my mouth is full of his cock. Leaving me breathless… * We’re back to the rimseat. Seth is under and Miles is sitting on his face. I suck Seth’s cock. Then his balls. Miles groans as Seth’s tongue goes deep. His cock drools and I’m there to not let it go to waste. I suck him for a bit, before I stand up and feed him my dick. “Change!” orders Seth. Miles gets up and I take a seat. Miles takes a seat on Seth’s throbbing cock. The tongue in my ass is as forceful as my own when I lick butt. I relax. I watch the concentration on Mile’s face as he pleasures himself on Seth’s cock. I love it when he leans forward and licks my cock a little. Seth must be able to sense what’s happening because he begins to rim me harder and faster. I moan and have to pull Miles off my cock and up into a kiss… * We move back to the sling. The two of us work over Miles. Tongues and dicks everywhere. In his hole, in his mouth, beating his chest with our cocks. I go behind Seth and fuck him as he fucks Miles. He does the work, fucking into the young man and back on me. Then he stands still, deep inside Miles. I fuck him hard—hard enough to fuck both of them at the same time. Then Seth gets in the sling. Both of us fuck him. I know that it’s a treat that Miles is topping him. I love to watch them interact as they fuck. And I love to clean Miles’ dick when he pulls out. Miles takes a moment to go piss. Seth gets me in the sling. He wants more time rimming me. I just shut my eyes and let his talented tongue explore. Suddenly I feel Miles lean over me. He kisses me deeply at the same moment Seth plunges his tongue as deep as he can get it… * It’s late. I am feeling the hour I lost driving into Central time. I am fucking Miles. And in moments, I shoot some semen into him. But it’s that ‘not a full-fledged cumshot’ thing, I seem to be doing during long sessions. I eat some of it out of him. I let Seth fuck in it. Watching him fuck in my load keeps me hard and dripping. “I have more…” Seth gets out of my way and I sink back into Miles. I fuck all of two strokes—before I explode, giving him every drop from my balls… * They left me for the bedroom, as I slept on the couch. I heard Miles leave early in the morning to go walk his dog. Eventually, I got up and Seth came and sat beside me. He reminded me that it was when we were fucking five years ago, that it was the first time Miles got hard and fucked him. Last night Seth bred Miles, using my load as lube. Then, for the very first time, Miles bred Seth… The original, with picks of the participants, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: A Glorious Threeway June 3, 2024

They had the new space up and running in two weeks. I was amazed. I will keep on reprinting these here and you will have the details of the new space...and how it has grown in use. (Sorry I didn't see this earlier.)

My pleasure!

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 (This continues right on from Part One.) “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft. He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock. Now he’s sitting on it. Riding. The phone, propped on a shoe of his, recording every thrust. I want more control, so I put him on all fours on the edge of the bed. I fuck him hard— and the phone is between his legs, recording it all from underneath. We repeat a few. This is my least favorite time. I like connection when I fuck—and right now his focus is on the screen. We record one more cock sucking and yet another riding of my dick before I suggest we go into the downstairs lounge—the one that was dark and set up with two mattresses. Osvaldo agrees. It’s almost next door to his room. No one is there. We choose the far mattress—so that anyone and everyone can see us as they pass the open doorway. He gets on all fours. I do a deep rimming—making him moan. Men walk by. Some linger. Some grope themselves. No one joins us. I proceed to fuck him. Hard and fast. He licks up all his juices the moment I pull out. A large man comes in and sits on a stool next to our mattress. Osvaldo’s eyes light up. He knows the guy. “He always gives me big loads,” he whispers in my ear. Osvaldo jumps up and moves to him. He opens his towel and begins to suck the guy, bending at the waist. I watch from the mattress for a moment, then go behind Osvaldo and begin eating his ass while he sucks. “Let me see your dick in him,” the new guy demands. I gladly fuck him, pushing Osvaldo deeper into his crotch. Finally, he pulls off the guy. It’s a small dick. Osvaldo pulls me out and spins around. The guy stands up, inserts and begins to fuck. I move to the side, then into Osvaldo’s mouth. The guy likes this. He speeds up his thrusts. In moments, he shoots his load into Osvaldo’s ass. Osvaldo spins around to clean his cock. I go to my knees and felch a little. Really, it is more prodding the copious load deeper into his guts. Then I do the same thing with my cock. “Fuck my cum into him,” the guy murmurs as he wraps his extra-large towel around himself. He stays for a moment and watches me do just that. I tell him how good his load feels on my cock. He smirks and takes off. I concentrate of fucking—and then letting Osvaldo clean my cock of all the jizz that is sticking to it. We fuck again on the mattress. I love the feel of the semen on my dick. There is a wet squishy sound with each thrust. I pull out and lie down. Osvaldo sits on my face. He lets me clean up the cum I’ve frothed which is ringing his hole. I savor it. And swallow. “I have to go push it out.” He runs to his room and grabs his phone, heading to the showers. I have countless videos he’s sent to me of him doing this—cum or piss arcing out of his hole. I would rather he pushed the load out into my mouth, but I just wait for him, idly playing with myself on the mattress… * We play in the gloryhole area. I fuck him through the hole. I hear him videoing it. The gloryhole is low for my long legs, so I don’t last long. Other men mill around, but none join us. I suggest the sling. He joins me there after getting his phone locked in his room. He hops in. I kneel and rim his ass for a long time. He may have pushed out that guy’s load, but the gloryhole fucking has found more inside him. The rim session turns into felching, making my cock grow to an angry red. “Fuck me, daddy…” he whines. I eventually stand up and sink into his ass. He groans. I do, too. He is still incredibly wet and sticky in there. I fuck him. Guys arrive to watch. None get too close. At least at first. Finally, one guy comes over so Osvaldo can suck him as I fuck. I love watching him take another man in his mouth as I rail into his ass. I ask the guy if he wants a turn in his ass. A mistake. The guy pulls out and moves away. I go to my knees and rim. Well, rim and felch. (This guy must have blown a massive load into him. He did have huge balls with that small cock.) I stop to take a slug of water from my bottle. It cleanses the palette, but I have other things in mind. I save a little in my mouth. I dribble it onto his puffy ass lips. Osvaldo moans. “You’ve never done that.” I take another swig and push the cool liquid into his ass. He squeals in delight. I spend a long time sucking out the cum/ass flavored water. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The sling is swaying with each thrust. I stop, pull out, and making sure my unused towel is under him, I piss a little on his hole. From cool water to hot piss. He loves the contrast. I go to my knees and clean him up. My piss is stronger than I expect—but it’s been a hot night and I have been sweating. I stand up again and get my dick inside him. I give one quick blast of piss into his guts. I pull out and suck some out of him. Just a little—as my cock is screaming at me to get back inside. I stand up again and thrust into his gaping hole. Just in time. My cock is pumping blast after blast of cum into his hole. Osvaldo moans, his eyes wide. I hold onto the chains and marinate in all the juices. I don’t know how long I stand there. Eventually, I pull out. Osvaldo jumps out the sling and licks me clean… * On the drive home I got text after text from him. I finally read them as I sat in my garage. There was a video of my cum and piss arcing out of his ass. He told me that three men bred him after I left. They were too insecure to do it in front of me. He also sent dozens of photos and videos. Most have his face in them. These two don’t. The original (and those pices) are here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion) May 29, 2024

I attend a house party where it is usually 10 to 15 men. Everyone loves doing ATM--out of anyone's ass. And that is including the tops. I consider it no different than the rimming I do after each time I fuck someone.

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session. We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me. As always, I got there first. (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!) Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.) At my locker, I stripped down to my socks and a slightly used jock. I put my boots back on, added my wrist band and threw the towel over my shoulder… The place seems busy. A few men are in rooms, ass up and looking. It is “Blackout Night” which really means some porn screens are turned off and the general lighting is somewhat dimmer. The downstairs lounge is almost dark—and has two mattresses on the floor. I make a mental note and go upstairs. The main sitting area has more men, stroking and watching the new arrivals. I nod to them. The sling is empty, but opposite, in the dark corner behind the fuck bench, a blow job is happening. I watch for a moment, but I seem to be in the way, so I move off to the big screen porn viewing area. “Do you want to sit?” It’s a tall, white man, around my age. He is as lanky as I. He is naked, sitting on his towel. The seating here is true theatre seating. His hand holds the seat down that is next to him. I sit, getting my towel under me. He chats about this and that. It’s a hot night for May—and being next to the sauna raises the temperature in the room even more. In moments his large hand is on my mound of cock hidden under the pouch. “You have a nice bulge.” “Thanks.” “I have a big dick, too.” His hand takes mine and guides it to his hard cock. He is girthy, perhaps, but not quite 6 inches. I just nod. “I’m usually the biggest guy here, but you might have me beat.” His hand fumbles under the jock pouch, pulling it to the side. I spring to life. “Yeah, you are a little bigger—though not by much.” I just smile and nod. And then he begins to jerk me. His hand is rough. I pull out my lube. He gets the idea and spits in his hand instead. And it is better—but why can’t he just suck my dick? I put up with it until it begins to chafe again. I make my excuses and go wander. In my previous travels around the place, I’d nodded to a young Hispanic man. I find him now behind the gloryhole wall. He is jerking himself, seemingly trying to get hard. I have not tried to put my cock away. It is semi-hard and sticking obscenely out the side of the pouch. His eyes light up. And he takes me in his hand. And jerks me. His hands are softer, but it’s not what I want. “Put it in your mouth…” He looks at me, quizzically. But he goes to his knees and begins sucking me. He’s not great. Maybe not even good, but the expression on his face makes up for it. It is a delightful mix of pleasure and incredulity at what he is doing. I pull out of his mouth and wipe the spit on his cheeks. His eyes widen. I push back into his mouth. I’m in control now. I fuck his face slowly and very shallowly. His own cock is now rampant. He’s jerking himself like mad. There is movement in the small corridor that leads to this space. Someone is approaching. The guy is petrified. He leaps up and pushes past me. An elderly Black man appears and chuckles, correctly guessing what just happened. But he doesn’t pick up where the guy left off. I go out—and meet Osvaldo coming up the stairs. We hug. I lead him to the fuck bench. I face him towards the wall. Two men are seated in the dark corner exchanging head. A third is stroking and watching the pair. I have now given them something new to watch. I go my knees and begin tonguing ass. Osvaldo is damp—from the shower and soon from my tongue pushing deep into him. It is making him pant. The stroker makes eye contact with me. I pull out of his ass and say “Let him suck it.” The guy does, giving Osvaldo a long, thin cock to suckle. I redouble my efforts, licking and spitting into his hole. I stand up and insert. Osvaldo stops sucking, gasping at the invasion into his hole. “Fuck, that’s a nice one,” says the guy who is now back in Osvaldo’s mouth. I grin and begin the first fuck of the night. The first of the countless times my cock will be in him during the next few hours. He is wet—and getting wetter with every stroke. He is a great self-luber. Just the idea of two men in him at the same time has made him wetter still. He bucks back on me—meeting every stroke. The guy in his mouth pulls out. He’s afraid to shoot too soon. One of the guys from the blowjob duo stands up. He is younger than anyone here but Osvaldo and the other Latin guy. His dick sways as he advances towards us. “My turn,” he says as he sticks his large cock into Osvaldo’s face. Osvaldo takes him—and makes himself gag on purpose. The three of us love that he coughs up some deep throat spittle. He wraps it around the guy’s cock and sucks him down again. “Both holes are available I tell the guy, who is happily standing still and a little dazed, by his good luck. “Well, fuck yeah!” We stay in place a moment—but then I pull out. I step to the side. The guy comes around and fucks into Osvaldo’s hole. “Damn, he’s wet…you cum already?” I shake my head and give Osvaldo my cock with a “Clean me up.” “This is a great ass,” the guy says between strokes. “I could cum if I’m not careful.” “He’s looking for loads,” I tell him. “We both love to play in other men’s cum.” The guy picks up speed. I’m thinking he might load him. I pull out of his mouth and move closer, slapping my wet cock on Osvaldo’s back. The guy grins, showing off for me. He really pounds Osvaldo, who, without a cock in his mouth, begins to moan and pant. Suddenly, the guy pulls out. “I won’t cum just yet, but I’d love to load him later.” “We’ll be here.” He nods. I go to my knees. “Let me clean your dick.” He loves this. It dripping with Osvaldo’s ass jizz. I swallow hungrily. I come off his cock and lick his clenched, tight balls. The guy groans and pats my head, before taking off. I bury my face in Osvaldo’s juicy ass. Did the guy actually shoot? He’s so damn wet. I don’t care. I just lick up the juices and then fuck in what’s left again. This time it’s Osvaldo’s turn to clean cock. He does. Every bit as hungrily… “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft… (A lot more to cum next time….) The original, and so much more, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One) May 27, 2024

Near Home—May, 2024 After my great breeding of the young daddy on Saturday, I was quite content. Coming up, I had a bathhouse visit to play with Osvaldo, the Latin young man who loves to film me using him. Of course, I ended up wanting more before that trip was to happen. I went to my usual bookstore. But something was up. There were only two cars in the lot. And a series of barricades along the front of the building. I went in. The manager greeted me. Before I could ask, she told me… A few days earlier, before 7am, a drunk driver, going at least 70 miles an hour in the middle of downtown, had careened off the street in front of the store and smashed into the west wall of the building, demolishing it. This wall was the common wall that held the large television screens for the side-by-side theatres I love. The car continued on into the gay theatre, causing the wall that separates the two theatres to collapse into the straight theatre. The car wound up right where I usually sit, its bumper smashing the cocksucker’s seat. The car, or the falling masonry, destroyed every chair in both theatres. The television screen in the gay theatre was broken into such tiny bits, they couldn’t even find recognizable pieces. The other screen, in the straight theatre was also destroyed. If it had happened while we were all here, she concluded, people would have surely been killed. There are plans to bring back a version of the theatres. It looks like the arcade will be torn out as no one is using it now. Everyone prefers the theatres. The arcade space will become one big viewing area with many screens showing a wider variety of porn. The price will go up. The old space, rebuilt, will become retail area or storage. This changes so much in my sex routine. It was such a good, cheap way to actually mingle with men and get off the apps (that are spotty, at best, in west Michigan.) It may impact how often I go. And so many questions…Will actual play be an option in the new space? Will the regulars pay more? Or even return—though there is no other real option in this area. It may even impact how often I write a blog post. The other two sex venues that are ‘close’ are two or three times the distance from my home. * I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if the accident had happened in the afternoon—on his way home from drinking his lunch. I'd be dead, but at least I’d have gone out with a hard cock… Not a sexual post, but important in how the blog proceeds. The original: From My Side of the Sling: The Accident May 25, 2025

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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