FelchingPisser

Jersey City—December, 2023 Sometime in the middle of being buried in Rudy’s hot ass he looked up at me and said something like: “Remind me to show you a picture of the guy who’s cat sitting for me.” I grunted and went back to doing whatever I was doing to him. After we’d both shot our loads, Rudy remembered. He paged through his phone and brought up a picture of a man considerably younger than either of us. The guy was cute—very cubbish with a terrific smile. “I told him he could play here if you two wanted to do that while I’m gone. I gave him your Asspig profile name. Check him out.” Well, two day later I was walking back to Rudy’s apartment to play with a new man. Our online chat had gone well and we’d agreed to meet. Wally answered the door. He is even hotter in person. After checking in with the cat (who today is indifferent to my arrival) we chat for quite some time in the kitchen. He checks my hand size. And makes sure I’m not a psycho… With my water in hand, we go to the bedroom to strip down. We keep chatting—but we stop long enough to kiss… It goes on and on—in the best possible way. Neither of us want to be the first to break the kiss. My smooth body loves rubbing against his very hairy one. Finally, our mouths separate and I tell him I have to eat his ass. He gets up on all fours on the bed. I kneel and just look at how hairy he is down here. I can’t wait to bury my face in the valley between his cheeks. The fur is long and luxurious. I dive it—and revel in getting it wet and matted. Wally moans as I burrow into his responsive hole. My cock is hard. Drooling. Ready to plow. I stand up and slap it against his pucker. Wally groans. I ease into him. His hole takes me easily. He milks every inch of my cock as all of me bottoms out in him. I pause for the briefest of moments before I begin to fuck. “Fuck, yeah…” he moans. I pick up the tempo. I am soon slamming into his ass. Wally is right there—his muscle butt working my cock on every stroke. Finally, I pull out. I bury my face once more in the hole I just ravaged. I love how different it feels—more pliant and slightly gaping. His ass lips are now just slightly pronounced. I take them into my mouth, working them hard, to get even more blood into them. “Can I suck that cock?” He rolls off the bed and kneels on the floor. His hand circles the base of my wet, ass slicked cock. Wally takes me to the root. Effortlessly. Again and again. It’s my turn to groan. He pulls off me and, unasked, begins to lick my balls. Never sucking them—just getting the hairy sack as wet as I got his hairy crack. We move to the sling, which is still in the windowed alcove. He gets himself into the stirrups with expert precision as I go to my knees and lick his fucked ass from a new angle. I eat and slurp, spitting into the tangle of wet hair framing his hole. Wally’s moans make me work harder and harder. I stand. My cock pushes into him. We fuck. There is a mirror tilted so Wally can see my big dick enter him on each stroke. After a bit, I reach for his big bottle of lube. I keep fucking as I pour some into my left hand. It is incredibly creamy. Wally tells me it is his own mix of K-Lube and Boy Butter. My index finger pokes into him with my cock still in place. Soon my cock comes out and my other fingers go in. Three. Four. And the thumb. All but effortlessly my left hand is buried in him. I pull out and grease up my right as well. I start with three fingers of each hand doing a lateral stretch. Then I work my left into him once again. Repeatedly. Then to see if he can take the slightly bigger right hand. Of course, he can… Now it is a mix of cock, then left hand. Now, cock and left hand. We both love the feel of my dick fucking into my greasy palm, already deep inside him. I try it with my right hand. It works, but it is not as comfortable, so I do the cock and left once more—now each stroke going through my opened fingers, all inside him. We take a break. I get out the speculum. When we’re ready, it’s back to the sling and a slow crank of him open. I can’t remember now if he’d had one open him up before, but I’m fairly sure he had never had a guy fuck him with the speculum in place. I plow into him, talking, as I always do, about the feel of the stainless-steel vs his hot flesh. I do a very slow closing of the medical device. It slips out of him. My cock slips back in. Then my left hand. Wally encourages me to go deeper. My cock has touched his second ring repeatedly, but now my middle finger does the same. We break on the bed, lying side by side. We chat. I remind him I want him to sit on my face. Instantly, he scrambles into place. His hairy, used hole fills my mouth. His ass lips are quite puffy now. And delicious. He bounces on my tongue. His full ass is beginning to cut off my air. I let him stay there. And stay. And…I finally have to push him off me. I pant, as though I’d just run a race, gasping for breath. Wally sucks me again as I catch my breath. Then he rides my cock. Briefly. Bouncing on it in the same way he did my tongue. He decides his hole is done for hand—but he’s fine for fucking. We re-position. I stand up and Wally gets on his back this time. I pull his ass right to the edge of the bed. I eat him out again. I stand and fuck. Wally grabs his hard cock and begins to jerk himself as I pummel his ass. “I’m really close…” he pants. “Go ahead. I’ll just fuck it into you.” Wally closes his eyes for a moment and in just a few seconds he is firing a massive load all over his hairy abdomen and chest. I scoop up the biggest puddle and smear it on my dick. I slide in, the cum coating his hole. “Can I keep going?” I ask. He nods. It doesn’t take long now. His cum is the trigger. The slickness, and just how much of it there is in him, is taking me over the edge. My hips are slapping into that hairy ass that has given me so much pleasure. The sound adds to my excitement. And I’m there. Filling him up with my cum. Letting the two loads mix together deep inside him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Wally Gives Me His Hairy Ass January 6, 2024

Jersey City—December, 2023 Once again, I traveled to New Jersey to see my brother and his partner for Christmas. Last year I drove, but this year I was back to flying. (Not an altogether happy choice, but I got there.) I had scheduled a play session on the next day, before Rudy, my JC fuck-bud, flew off to see his parents. I was excited. It had been a full year, after all. On the Thursday morning I got his text. He was headed to the gym. Would 3pm work? It did. I checked in again just before time. Was he ready for me to walk over? He was and in 10 minutes he buzzed me into his apartment building. I went up in the old elevator and rang his doorbell… We embrace. He looks great. His dirty blond hair is cut short. There is a large smile on his handsome face. He is a very young-looking 50+. The gym work shows on his trim body. We chat. I greet his cat and have a brief conversation with her, too. She loves visitors—unlike my brother’s cat who runs and hides. He gets me some water and we proceed to the bedroom as we catch up with each other. We strip down. I add my jock and get out the speculum which traveled with me—and is never used. I tie up my boots, sitting on the bed, which is covered with a black play sheet. The sling is over in the windowed alcove. We are high enough we can see out, but no one is likely to see us fucking in it. Rudy gets in the sling. I go to my knees. I eat his hole for a long time, still moist and steamy from his shower. He groans—and slaps his dick head with his fingers so it won’t harden. I finally stand up and enter him for the first time in a year. His hole is wet and he squeezes down on me in welcome. I do the pause while he hits the poppers—and I begin to plow. Long strokes. Nice and slow. Loving the hot wetness of his ass. With my cock still inside him, I grab his bottle of J-lube and coat my left hand. My cock come out and my fingers go in. Two, then three. Now four. And the thumb. I turn my hand just a fraction and Rudy gasps. I ease out of him and do it all again. Dick. Fist. Dick. Fist. Now my fist is in place and I pull slightly back, so my palm is half out of his hole. My cock head glides in, fucking through my fingers deep inside. Rudy groans. When I pull out this time, he asks for a break. We chat on the bed. Soon he is back in the sling. I am working a dildo, which has spiral ridges on it, up him. Smoothly. A little twist to help the insertion. Literally screwing it in place. Every inch of the large toy disappears. I switch to something that is molded like a dog’s phallus with a pronounced knot at the base. He takes the shaft easily. I have to work on getting the knot into him. But he does it. And earns another break. We sip our drinks and talk some more. Soon he is sitting on my face, my head smashed into the pillow and my tongue deep in his worked-out hole. I lick him out. He grinds down on me. I literally can’t breathe and I love it for as long as I can take it. I push him up and off my mouth as I gasp for air. Rudy gives me a moment, then sits on my mouth once again. I eat and jerk myself. He pulls off me. “Ride my cock,” I instruct. He mounts me and takes me balls deep into his hot hole. He goes into his own little world, babbling as he rides his Daddy’s cock. I love hearing the wet squish of our bodies beating together. “I want to suck you.” He grabs a piece of stainless steel from the bed side table. It is a Jennings mouth gag. It is similar to a spider gag. This is new to me. I have never had a guy use one before. He snaps it in place so his mouth stays open. PIC He gives me instant deep throating with it in place. It turns him into a suck machine. He takes me to the root again and again. Finally, he stops and removes it. “That was hot,” I tell him. He rummages in his wardrobe and comes back to the bed with another toy. A rosebud pump. PIC He has full ass lips after the work out. He wants me to see them more plumped up—and to taste them. He sticks the plexiglass rod in his ass and holds the cylinder around his ass hole. He begins to pump, manually. His ass lips grow. He releases the vacuum and lets me lick them. I take his plumped lips completely into my mouth, reveling in the sensation as they return to normal size. He does it again. The moment the cylinder is released I lick and spit and suck on his ass. And I know how I want to fuck next. I tell him to get on the edge of the bed on all fours. This time I pump his ass up, pumping until he tells me to stop. The cylinder comes off and my raging cock goes into him, not my tongue. I fuck him hard. Rudy groans. “On your back.” Ruby flips for me, ass right on the edge of the bed. He holds his legs, arms wrapped around his knees. I pump him up one more time. This time I grab a little pill bottle off the table. It has two loads from tricks saved and some of his own jizz. I stick my cock back between his swollen lips and pour the contents onto my shaft. I fuck it into him—telling him just what I’m doing. “Fuck me with all that cum,” he groans. It feels terrific. These guys were big shooters; my cock is still totally covered on every back stroke. I pull out and lick up the escaping jizz. I spit it right back into him. I fuck it deeper. The jizz fuck is going to take me go over the edge. A few more strokes and I am there; holding still as my balls empty into him. Mixing with the loads I fucked into him. I hold in place a long time. Letting every drop of cum drip into him. Only then do I pull out. I go down and felch the mixed loads. It’s a struggle not to swallow—but I want to feed them to him. I can feel Rudy jerking his cock. I stand up and lean over him. Our mouths meet and I let the loads drip out of my mouth and onto his tongue. He spasms. And gratefully swallows while it sounds like he is getting off. We lay on top of each other for a long moment. Luxuriating in what we’d just done. I towel down a little before I go wash in the adjoining bathroom. “Come here.” I come out and go over to the bed. He is lying so his head is right at the end. My balls fall into his mouth. He jerks himself until more cum runs out of his tight balls… The final post of 2023, with pictures of the equipment, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rudy's New Toys Get Us Off December 31, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 I went to the nearest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon, my only real free time before I left for my Christmas week in New Jersey with my brother. I had more fun than I thought possible… I pay my admission. The cashier now knows me by name. We chat about the holiday for a moment before I head into the straight theatre. A white man is standing on the back wall, watching another slightly older white man, also standing against the wall, get sucked off. The sucker is a f-bud from here—we often exchange blow jobs. His dick is the same length and thickness as mine, but in ebony. I go sit by the wall and turn to watch the action as I take out my cock. The lone guy goes from kneading his bulge to unzipping. He turns from the scene at his side and looks right at me. Without hesitation, I get up and kneel in front of him. His cock is average, but the moment it touches my lips it is super hard. It is very wet with all his precum. The guy groans. He stands stock still and lets me suck. In just a few moments he groans again and gives me a mouthful of cum. Almost instantly the guy being sucked by my f-bud cums, too. I go back to my seat. The two spent men zip up and leave. My f-bud comes over, swings a chair around and sits next to me. “You have the magic touch, man. That guy has been here for hours and wouldn’t let anyone near him. Just watching and squeezing his dick through his pants. You walk in and bam!” I grin. We chat a little, but he needs to leave before we can do anything. I move to the cocksucker’s seat where he was sitting before. Almost instantly the Voyeur arrives. He strokes, standing by the wall, deciding if he wants some head from me. Eventually he does, but I can tell he is just starting his time here and is not about to drop a load. He goes out the door soon after, telling me he’ll look for when he’s ready. I stroke alone. But not for long. Two men come in. One comes right up to me, unzips and offers an uncut cock. He starts soft, but hardens up in my mouth, with each flick of my tongue. The other man sits in the row ahead of me. The uncut guy gives me a rather bitter load, quite soon after he has reached his full hardness. He is out the door, stuffing his wet cock into his Hanes. He has no interest in letting me clean him up. The man in front of me, now turns to look fully at me. It’s the road worker who I had sucked along with the Voyeur (see Tables Turned). He gets up and gives me this thick cock to suck. I take him deep into my mouth, by beard rubbing on his fragrant balls. Soon, I pull off his shaft and lick his balls. They are sweaty from a morning’s work. My cock drools as I tongue them. “Work my dick, I want you to swallow my load again.” It’s the first time he’s ever said anything to me. I do as he asks. In moments, I am treated to a thick, creamy load. He stands stock still and lets me clean him up. I get the final drip from his cock as he pats my shoulder and goes back to work on the Interstate—lunch break over. I stroke with the taste of the man in my mouth for a bit, before I take a big swig of water to cleanse the palette. I stroke. A guy comes in. “Hello, Sir…” using my given name, after the title. I look up. It’s Jack, the temporary construction worker who had been living in this area—and who became such a pig in my playroom. He had been transferred to a city too far to commute to see me. But he’s back now. And ravenous for dick. He kneels and takes my wet cock into his mouth. He groans around all the flesh in his throat, making it vibrate. He licks and sucks and even remembers my balls. He gives them as much time as he does the shaft of my cock. The door opens. A tall Mexican enters. He’s under 30, tall, lean and with a smaller dick. He likes my mouth (though he has never got off with me.) He unzips and gives me a cock to suck as I am treated to Jack’s expert tongue. Soon, I pull Jack’s head up so he can lick the balls of the guy I’m sucking. All three of us find this hot. Soon I push the cock, with my tongue, into Jack’s eager mouth. I go to the wet balls and lick those. The young guy is really getting into being serviced by two dads. He moans and tells us to switch again. We do. Often. Back and forth. “I don’t want to shoot yet,” says the Mexican as he pulls aways from us. Jack simply goes back to my dick as the young guy goes out the door. I let him suck for a bit. Finally, he looks up. “Nobody has fucked me the way you do. Will you?” I nod. Jack stands and gets out of his shoes and his pants, kicking the sneakers under the seat and letting the pants fall next to me. He bends, holding onto the back of the seat where the road worker had last sat. I go to my knees. My tongue runs up and down his ass crack, finally zeroing in on his hole. Jack groans. “Been too long,” he mumbles. I make some sort of affirmative sound, with my tongue deep in his ass. I spit and lick it out. Again and again. Jack is moaning now. I have lubed my dick during the rimming and stand up. I work his hole open with my cock head. I part his full ass lips and slip into him. Jack gasps and takes a hit of poppers. I inch forward. I pause until he relaxes. His hole flowers open and I sink all the way in. He squeezes down on me, by way of welcome. I hear him take a second hit and I begin to fuck in earnest. The door opens. The young Mexican returns. He stands to the side and watches. “Let him suck your cock,” I tell him. He shakes his head and continues to jerk to our fucking. I pull out and have Jack clean my dick. This actually shocks the Mexican—who leaves. I go back to Jack’s ass and rim him briefly. I want to fuck. And I want to breed. “You want my load?” Jack grunts out a “Fuck, yes.” He grabs his own thick cock and begins stroking it. I increase the speed of my thrusts. Jack is panting. “Give it to me!” I want to lick his ass one more time. But my cock has other ideas. It explodes at just the thought of a quick rim of Jack’s wet and hairy hole. I grab Jack’s hips and hold on as my cock empties out. “Oh, fuck…” Jack begins to shoot on the linoleum. I stay in place, his ass squeezing me with every shot. I slowly pull out. Jack spins and cleans my cock of every last drop. He pulls off me and all we can do is grin, totally lost in our own orgasmic bliss… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Cocks and a Surprise Ass December 29, 2023

Zane brings it out in me!

My Playroom—December, 2023 Zane was due at my place after supper. He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road. I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped. I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving. My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night. A few moments later he arrived. We hugged. We chatted. I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car. Soon enough, we were down in the playroom. Zane was naked but for a once white jockstrap. He knelt, unasked, in the middle of the room… I close the door. The space heater is on and the whirring sound fills the space, competing with the groans and moans coming from the porn on the television. “Let me suck that cock.” Zane looks right at me. He is just past 30, hairy everywhere he should be and has let his beard become long. I toss my bathrobe at the chair next to the toy rack. My mound of cock swells, contorting the fabric of the pouch. I move so Zane can lean in and lick it. He does, enjoying the taste and the smell of past sex. He frees my balls and licks them. For a long time. My cock is so damn hard and he ignores it. Finally, he untangles it from the pouch and takes it into his mouth. And down his throat. I let him proceed at his own pace. Suddenly he stands up. We kiss. Sharing the taste of my cock on his tongue. He lifts my left arm above my head and proceeds to like my pit. Every inch of it. We kiss—sharing this taste, too. Then the other. And a kiss. I do the same to his pits. Though fresh from his shower, they still hold his natural smell. We kiss once more. Long and passionate. “I really need to eat your ass.” Zane hops up on the fuck bench. He arches his back and his hairy cheeks are spread and ready for me. I kneel and dive in. He grinds his damp ass crack against my face. I eat him out. Hungrily. “Fuck me hard!” I ignore him. I can’t get enough of his butt. I love having him here and all to myself. I don’t have to share with an entire houseful of men. Of course, eventually I do stand up, my cock lubed, ready and dripping precum. I smear the bead of viscid liquid on his hole. Zane moans and I push forward—entering his ass for the first time that night. His head comes up—he watches me in the mirror in front of him as I glide all the way in. I hold for a moment before I begin to fuck. Without even consciously thinking about it, my hips begin to move. My cock saws and in out of his hole. I slow as he takes a hit of poppers. The moment he replaces the cap, I am fucking him at full force. Pounding into his ass. Making him groan and gasp at the strength of my anal assault. Just as suddenly, I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He licks me clean. Ravenously. I squat down and we kiss again. Sharing the flavors of his wet ass. I go back and lick his slightly gaping hole. He groans, knowing that at any minute I will stand back up and fuck him every bit as hard… * I am in the sling. Zane loves to rim his daddies. He has licked and spit and done all the rimming tricks I did to him. He now stands and leans across me. We kiss again. I love the taste of my ass as much as he does. The kiss is long and his hardon grinds against my wet hole. We change places. I eat and then fuck him—rimming after each quick fuck. His eyes are always on the mirror above him, watching my tongue or cock split him open. “I really want to ride you.” I help him out of the sling and lie down on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my balls again, leaving them even wetter. Now a quick cock cleaning, lapping up any of his stray ass jizz. He crawls up me, his furry chest rubbing against my all but hairless one. We kiss again. He reaches behind him and guides my rigid dick to his hole. He pushes back, impaling himself on my cock. He straightens up and begins to bounce. “Oh, fuck, yeah….” he mumbles. I look up at him. His eyes are now closed, his face contorted. I glance at the big mirror that runs alongside the bed. I love seeing him fuck himself down on me. Every bit as hard as I fucked him on the bench. Suddenly, his eyes open and he’s back to reality. He pulls off my cock. He devours the wet flesh. Once again, we kiss, sharing our bodies’ juices. When we come up for air, I say: “I have something for you.” He looks at me inquiringly. I tell him to hop in the sling while I go get it. When I come back from the freezer, with the cum from the bookstore frozen in the condom, he is lying there, looking excited. “Two loads from the bookstore…” PIC I snip off the knot and peel the latex away from the frozen nugget of semen. I describe the road worker who likes his balls abused—so he can shoot big. I talk about the Voyeur’s long thin cock and how, if he decides to have sex that day, he usually uses my mouth. Zane trembles with the cold—but it slips into his ass easily. My cock follows it. I love how it has cooled his ass. The head of my cock finds the melting chunk of cum deep inside him. I fuck him, slowly. Letting the cum wet his ass and my cock. I pull my coated dick out of him and bring it up to him. “Taste their loads.” He does, cleaning every inch of my erection. “Swallow them—I’ve already had them in my mouth.” When my cock is cum free, I go back to his ass. I lick the tiny trickle of semen dripping out of that slight gape. I stand and sink into him. I lean across his hairy body and feed him the semen I just licked up. A slow dribble into his open mouth. I fuck him hard. Frothing the jizz around this hole as I pull out. I bring my wet dick to his mouth again. He cleans me up before I clean up the sticky mess clinging to his hairy ass. “Rimseat.” I pull it out from where it sits and bring it next to the bed. I go under and Zane sits on it. His ass is wet, but I want the cum that’s still deep inside him. I drill into him. His ass opens—but I get no more than a couple of delicious drops of semen. His ass won’t give it up. I tap his thighs for him to rise. “Back to the sling.” He jumps in. I stick my dick inside him. “You wanted some piss in your ass—well here…” I leave it unfinished as my bladder empties into him. “I’ll wash that damn cum out of you.” My body take over. I begin to fuck him, sloshing with every stroke. I meant for him to sit on my face again, but my cock needs to shoot. Now. I am so close as I fuck in his piss hot hole. “Give it to me!” Zane knows just what’s happening. I fuck a few more strokes and explode. I grab the top of the sling frame for support. Zane grabs his own dick and, in a few strokes, covers his furry abs and chest with his pearly white jizz… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass December 27, 2023

There is a guy on Squirt who claims to be talking to the owners. He says rebuilding is being done. Waiting on some plumbing...

Near Home—December, 2023 At the top of the month, I’d heard from Zane, the scent pig (and co-host of the huge house party in Chicago.) He was headed home to see his parents before the holidays. “Could I spend the night at your house?” he asked. Of course, I said yes. As the date neared, I got to thinking more and more about what we both loved…cum in his hole. I had not jerked off for a long time, so I had no extra loads in the freezer. The day before he was due to arrive, I went to see if I could find some loads for him at the bookstore… It’s Friday afternoon. I expect the parking lot to be full. And it has a few cars in it. But as I lock mine up, I notice the men are in their cars—not inside watching or having sex. I go in. As always, I start on the straight side. There is one very old man there in the cocksucker’s seat. Asleep. I go next door. I am alone. I sit and pull out my cock. And stroke. In moments, I hear the door open. In walks the construction worker who like his balls squeezed. He grins at me and sits down, opening his fly and then unbuttoning the waistband. He pulls the pants down so they around his knees. He sits, bare-assed, on the chair. I slide to the floor and get to work. I suck. I twist. I crush his big balls. Once again, as my mouth moves to his over-sized hairy sack, he strokes himself. I lick his balls and down to his perineum. I’d tongue his hole if he’s let me. Something about this guy makes me want to do nasty things to him. Today, he’s in a hurry to get back to work. He is ready to cum much faster—but then again, I started right in abusing those balls this time. He groans and mutters “I’m gonna shoot…” I take him into my mouth and milk the cum out of him. His load is huge. I have trouble not swallowing it. I lick him clean as I did last time. The moment he turns away to zip up, I drool his load into a Magnum I have unrolled and hidden in my shirt pocket. * No one else is here. Until the old man, the one I saw asleep, walks in with a young woman. They sit down, here in the gay cinema. She looks like he picked her up off the streets, and is really rough around the edges. When did he have time to find her? Was it a pre-arranged meeting?? They watch the movie. I go next door. And the men are coming in from the parking lot. How do they know? I really have no clue. They check the straight side for her, and then move to the gay theatre. I go back. Fascinated. She is now giving the old man a hand job while he has his hand under her short skirt. Other men try to move in, but he rebuffs them all. I go back next door. The Voyeur is there. (Does he come every day??) We settle down to watch the porn. When he’s horned enough, he lets me suck him. He never fully cums, but there is so much precum in my mouth, I keep drooling it into the condom. Of course, he wants to know what I’m doing. I tell him. He is equal parts repulsed and turned on by the idea. I tell him about the scene next door. He goes to look. I stroke, alone. A handsome, just post-college aged, guy comes in. He leans against the wall. I am pretty sure he wants my cock. Just as it looks like he is about to ask, the door opens and he bolts. The new guy who scared him away, looks at me briefly and walks out. I stroke a little. No one else arrives. I go next door. I can’t believe my eyes. The handsome guy is getting blown by the rough-looking young woman. The old man is watching and masturbating as he observes the sex happening inches from him. The other men, ringing the room, are doing the same. I have what I wanted—some extra cum for Zane’s hole. I decide to cut my losses and leave. I look once more at the Fellini-esque scene. I will never cease to be amazed at men and what they will do for sex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finding Cum for the Freezer December 23, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 I needed my cock sucked. I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick. It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed… Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’ I walk into the straight theatre. The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face. I assume I have just interrupted a blow job in progress. I sit on the side of the room and away from them. I take out my cock. The Voyeur sits down next to the guy, a man I’ve never seen before. He is white, likely 50, maybe a little less. The Voyeur whispers in his ear. The guy stands up. He is dressed in work clothes. He could easily be one of the men doing the road work on the local Interstate. The Voyeur stands and they move towards me. “Suck our dicks.” The Voyeur’s thin cock slaps my cheek. It leaves some precum in my beard. The Voyeur all but pulls me out of my seat and I go to my knees. The Voyeur begins to fuck my face. No warm up licking allowed. He is in need. He fucks, using only about two thirds of his length. Then he pushes all of himself down my throat. His last half inch makes me choke. The other guy pulls me off The Voyeur. And onto him. My face is shoved into his hairy balls, fragrant from a morning’s work. I lick them, thoroughly. He lets me work up the thick shaft of his above average cock. His head is drooling. I lick him clean and take him into my mouth. He groans. He doesn’t fuck my face. Yet. He just let’s me get to know his sweaty dick. The smell of him is making my own cock spew pre-cum. It’s fresh sweat and wonderful. Suddenly, I am pulled back onto The Voyeur. This time he let’s me suck him at my own speed and using all the tricks of my tongue. The road worker strokes his now wet cock, occasionally slapping my cheek with it. I suck the Voyeur until he pushes me back onto the other dick. This time the Road Worker fucks my face. I have to oval big, but he’s not going to make me gag with his length. My hand finds his wet balls. I caress them as he fucks into my face. “I’m going to shoot,” barks out The Voyeur. I make it back onto the erupting dick just in time. I get a mouthful of sperm and then he pushes deeper to let it drain straight down my throat. I can feel when he’s no longer shooting and work him out of my throat and back into my mouth. I get the last dribble on my tongue. But The Voyeur is too sensitive for a clean up. He pulls me off him and pushes me towards the other dick. I briefly wonder if a load in my mouth will turn the other guy off. It turns him on. He fucks my mouth again. When he pauses, I go for his balls. I can’t get enough of them. He jerks happily as I take each of the hairy orbs into my mouth. I bend down and pull his balls up. I lick the spot right behind them. He stops stroking himself as he moans out his pleasure. I go back to his dick. “I’m gonna give you such a big load…” he mumbles. “Give it to him,” says The Voyeur, who has been doing up his pants while watching us. I stop licking his balls and go back to sucking cock. And it’s working. The guy is close. I feel him tense up. “I’m gonna shoot.” I don’t go anywhere. I pick up the pace. “Oh, fuck….” And the guy is there. He is shooting a massive load into my mouth. The Voyeur always shoots big, but this guy has him beat. He fires volley after volley of cum into my mouth. It is thick, viscous and flavorful. I have to swallow fast not to choke. I feel The Voyeur pat my shoulder and I hear him leave as I get every last drop out of Road Worker. He lets me clean his cock with my tongue. He even lets me lick his balls, briefly, before I go back and get the last drop oozing out of his deflating cock. “I needed that,” he says gruffly and shoves his package back into his boxer briefs. He gives me a playful pat on the top of my head. “You have a great dick,” he says as an afterthought. “Hope you find some lucky guy.” And he leaves. I am still on my knees. My head is swimming with what just happened. The change of my plans was hot—and I had just swallowed two huge loads in my first eleven minutes. But it was not to continue. Almost no one else was around. No one sucked my cock. A hot, long-haired man stroked to me stroking—but all he wanted to do was to heft the size of my dick and call me a “lucky fucker.” As indeed I am… The original, and some good comments, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Tables Turned December 21, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 It was the first Saturday afternoon of December. I was having a hard time scheduling the playroom, so I went to the bookstore closest to home. Last month, I had found a slightly different crowd on a Saturday afternoon, so I waited to go then… The parking lot is barely filled. I sigh, then tell myself that means the men may be more playful. I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre. The few men seem to be here. I sit against the side wall. Two men are also seated and watching the porn. Two others are standing against the back wall. I recognize by sight the seated men. They are regulars—both who rarely do anything but watch. One of them occasionally jerks his condomed cock, to make sure that his load is contained and does not stain his clothes. The men against the back wall are new to me. They are both in their late 60’s or early 70’s. One is chewing guy so loudly that it fills the small space. The other waits a moment as I unbutton my fly and my cock erects. Then, he makes a beeline to me. He asks politely if he can help. I nod and he pulls a chair next to mine and bends to suck. It’s an odd angle, but I can still tell he has good skills. The gum chewer comes closer to observe. He stands behind me. The pop and crack of his gum is deafening. It puts my cocksucker off his game. He throws a look at him and tries to continue. The guy doesn’t leave. My sucker finally continues, working hard, sure I’m going to shoot any second. Soon, it all becomes too much for him—the odd bend, the presence of the other guy and my not being a 30 second load. He gives up and heads back to the cocksucker’s seat. Gum chewer tries to move right in. I decline. He stomps to the back wall. The two confer. I am now almost sure they are partners. They talk in hushed tones and leave together. I watch the video. It is one of those that takes forever to get to the sex—as the two people try to act. I do myself up and go next door. There are two men here, both kneading plumped up crotches, covered by their pants. I nod to a regular (the guy who used to take me bare and now wants a condom) and another, hotter guy who seems to have come right from his construction job. He nods to me and unzips. He hauls out a bigger than average, hardening cock and a massive ball sack. We eye each other for another minute. I want to suck this guy. I am on my knees. He lets go of his cock and I take him in my mouth. He’s girthier than he looked from across the room. I mind my canines and go to work on him. He grunts his approval and closes his eyes, blocking out the skinny boys on the video screen. I am constantly swallowing his precum. He drips it continually. For variety, my left hand now strokes his cock as my mouth goes to that big bag of balls. He groans. His hand replaces mine on his cock. I lick and suck on his nuts. I work my tongue back up to the shaft of his cock. His hand goes to his spittle slicked balls. He twists and pulls them. Hard. And I remember him. I’ve done him before. My hand goes to the top of the ball sack. I encircle it and tighten. Then I pull them down. He pants, nodding at me. I do it again. Harder. He groans. I pull again, my mouth still on his cock. This time my left hand closes tightly on the nuts themselves, squeezing them. “Yesss….” he pants. He likes my mouth on his dick, but he likes to jerk to my ball abuse even more. I let him masturbate as I alternate squeezing first one and then the other of his bull balls. My tongue keeps licking up his dripping precum. This eventually makes him stop stroking and allows me to suck him again, now with both hands of mine alternating a squeeze on his testicles. I get him closer and closer to unloading. “Oh, fuck!” His hand touches my head—he wants to jerk. I let him. I keep squeezing. He grabs his cock and in moments he is shooting buckets. The first shot hits my beard. The rest stays on his cock head and fist. When he slows down, I lean in to lick him clean. He loves this—he is not super sensitive at all. I clean his cock head, the shaft and even his fingers. He pulls out a fast-food napkin, but realizes there is really no need for it. He stuffs it back in his pocket. I roll back on my heels. He stands up and zips up. The mound of cock and balls makes a hot looking bulge in the front of his work pants. “Thanks,” he grins. “And it’s back to work.” * I did stay a little longer. The Latino, who is now cross dressing. arrived. He wanted to be fucked, but neither of us had a condom. Eventually, he stripped off his male attire, down to his feminine undergear jerked to the video. He came over and fed me his cum…but it was nothing like the main event… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Twisting the Balls That Feed Me December 17, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more. We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore. It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon. I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time. Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates… We find each other in the straight theatre. I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. I’ve just gotten out my cock and am stroking. There is one other man here, much more interested in the video than me. Braydon comes in. He stands next to me. We chat. He tells me he’s been here for an hour and it’s slow. He goes to his knees and pushes mine wider apart. I sit with my legs spread wide and sprawled. He inhales deeply, his mouth hovering over my balls. He moans very softly and surprises me by licking the hairy sack. He goes deeper, under them, pulling them up by pulling my cock towards my chest. He licks them until the hair on the wrinkly skin is dripping wet. Only then does he work his tongue up the shaft of my cock. He groans again as he licks up the drop of pre-cum off my cockhead. He swallows me down—and then begins actually sucking my dick. We have a voyeur. The man who was watching the movie has moved back to watch. He is white, a little older than me, but just about as tall and thin. His dick is now out and he is stroking as he watches Braydon service my cock and then another round on my wet balls. Braydon stops and looks up for me. “I’m going next door and undress. Come fuck me over there.” I nod and he takes off. The moment the door slams, the older man offers me his cock. I nod and take him into my mouth. He’s been stroking a lot, to the video and to us. I get a mouthful of cum very fast. I don’t swallow. He zips up and I stand, covering my raging dick by holding my old winter coat in front of it. I go into the gay theatre. Braydon is naked but for socks. He kneels on a chair, the moment he sees that it’s me. I move behind him, tossing my coat in another chair. My cock flops down, grazing his ass crack. Now I kneel, pull his ample butt cheeks apart and begin to smear the semen in my mouth all over his hole. “Fuck…he groans. “You’re doing it again. Who’s cum is it? That old guy’s?” I make an affirmative grunt, prodding the creamy mess into Braydon’s pucker. “Fill me. Fuck me with that cum…” I stand up and push my dick into his well-lubed ass. I fuck him hard. Deep, long strokes. I hear the poppers open and he moans as they hit. I slow down my drilling, making the strokes slow and deliberate. I really want someone to walk in and give him a cock to suck, but it’s not to be. Braydon finally asks for a break. He gets dressed and goes hunting in the arcade. I prefer the nastier porn in the straight theatre so I go back to the back row. Eventually he finds me there. “This place is dead,” he groans as he sinks between my spread legs once more. He swallows me down and gives me more head. Once again when he’s had enough, he tells me to meet him next door. I give him a few minutes before I head over. There are two men here watching him shed his clothes. The Black Voyeur with the long, thin cock strokes to the strip. A middle-aged white man kneads his crotch as he sees Braydon toss his clothes on the chair. Once Braydon is truly naked, I move behind him and bend him over. He grabs the back of the chair. The moment I start rimming Braydon, the other guy unzips and is stroking his cock, too. I stand up. My cock finds his still cummy hole. I push in. The guys stroke as I fuck. “His mouth is available if you don’t want his ass,” I tell them. Neither move. I fuck harder. Showing off the length of my dick with each stroke. “Come closer,” I urge. “Watch him take it.” The Black Voyeur, who I know so well, stands up and moves around to Braydon’s head. He doesn’t give him his cock, but he is stroking so close, Braydon must be able to smell his sweaty crotch. The other man now moves over to Braydon’s side. “If you don’t want to fuck him,” I whisper to the guy at his side, “cum on him. Cover him with your load.” The words work. The guy, in just a few more strokes, splatters Braydon’s back and hip. He watches as I mop it up with my hand, pull out and coat my cock with it. I fuck it into Braydon. “You are a hot pig,” the Black Voyeur says as he strokes harder. The other guy puts his cock away and watches for a long moment before taking off. In a few more strokes, the Black Voyeur put his cock away, too, and goes next door. I churn the loads for another moment—and then make Braydon clean my cock. He does so, savoring the new load covering it. Once again, we separate. I stay in the gay theatre as the porn has improved. Braydon roams the rest of the building. He is soon back. “Nobody else is here—at least that wants to play.” He gets naked again. He moves a chair in front of me and kneels on it. “Eat my ass,” he pleads. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rim and even felch a little of the two loads I have shove up him. My cock drools. I don’t waste it, I stand up and smear it on his ass lips, telling him just what I’m doing. Braydon groans. “Stick it in me.” I do. And suddenly I’m fucking him again. Hard. With a purpose. My balls are telling me to breed. But each time I feel I’m close, the feeling recedes. I pause. I go to the floor and eat the churned cum that is seeping out of his ass. He moans and tells me he wants my load. I stand up and fuck him again. And I know I’m there. My hips have a mind of their own. I just keep pumping into him. “Fuuuck!” I begin to unload. I hold still and just let my balls empty. “Every drop, Daddy.” He squeezes down on me, milking my dick for all it’s worth. I stay in him a long time. I don’t trust myself to move. Finally, I do. He demands my cock to clean—and I try, but it’s just too sensitive… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Three Fucks of Braydon December 13, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 I think you know that I have had incredible luck at the bookstore on Black Friday, the shopping day after our American Thanksgiving. There were always lots of new men killing time while their wives shopped and many were looking to get off. This year Black Friday was the day GaryM came to play—so I still had great sex, just of a very different type. As Saturday dawned, I lay in bed wondering if it would be the same busy bookstore a day later. Should I go? I got there right after lunch. The parking lot was quite full… There are men everywhere. But it is not the curious men of Black Friday. It seems to be a ton of gay men looking for release after being with family. The moment I sit down in the gay theatre and haul out my hardening cock, a young man is on his knees sucking me. I finally place him as the cute white guy who was part of the bi-sexual scene earlier this year. He sucks me enthusiastically as he beats his meat. The Black man, who’s load I reverse felched into Braydon, is here. He appears out of the shadows, smiles at me and unzips. He pushes into the space next to my chair, offering his hard, drooling dick. The young man goes back and forth on us without a moment of hesitation. He keeps it up until he shoots a load between my boots. I get the Black top’s wet cock slapped against cheek. I suck him. He only pulls out long enough to sit down on a vacant chair near me. I go to my knees and suck him some more—and am rewarded with a big load down my throat. Once again, he stays hard and stroking after he shoots. I sit down again, just as the door opens. It is a tall white man entering. He is likely 30 to 35. He’s been to the gym, as his chest and biceps are suggesting his white tee shirt is way too small. Gym shorts cover his bubble butt. He wastes no time in going to his knees and sucking me. He extends a willing hand to jerk the Black Top. I encourage him, with my hand on the back of his head, to service us both with his mouth. He does. Willingly—and making incredibly sexy moans as he does it. When he’s back on my dick, the other top stands up and pulls the gym shorts down, revealing a smooth jock strapped bubble butt. The young man makes no protest. The other top stands next to me again. When the young man starts sucking him, I ease to the floor and, with my chest on his back, begin licking his glorious ass. The young man moans around the cock in his mouth. “Fuck him.” I keep eating a little longer. I finally come up, panting myself. “You want to get fucked?” No answer, he just keeps sucking. “You want my raw dick in your ass?” This time he nods, his head never leaving the black cock in his mouth. I lube up and slide in. Glide is a better word. I bottom out in one smooth stroke. Obviously, this ass gets used, one way or another, a lot. I fuck. I make eye contact with the other top. I can see that he is thinking of taking his turn soon. I fuck. My hand instinctively gives the generous mound of ass a slap. The sound reverberates around the tiny room and the young man works harder, making his ass clamp down on my cock. The door opens. The larger Black man who has organized group fucking for us in the past, comes in. He is not pleased I am in this young man. He leans down and whispers in the guy’s ear. He obediently pulls his butt off me. The Organizer sits in my chair and takes out his cock and moves the guy’s head to his own dick. I sit in another chair and watch. The young man is still pushed back and forth between the two Black men, but the guy who’s load I took, is now wilting. He is not happy with the turn of events—nor am I, but I don’t show it. The organizer leans down and whispers once more in the bottom’s ear. They dress and leave the room. “What the fuck??” I shrug. “Maybe they had a pre-arranged meeting…” I do myself up and go to the straight theatre. The two of them aren’t there—so they must be fucking in the arcade. I watch the porn. A ginger bear-ish man comes and sits beside me. I stroke, he kneads his crotch. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I confess I don’t. “You fucked me here—and it was great.” He gets on his knees and begins sucking my dick in front of the three other men in the room. He’s good. I rub my hand over his head. He comes up for air. “Will you again?” I nod and he suggests going into the gay theatre. We do. There are two men stroking here. He strips out of his jeans and kneels on a chair down front. I eat his hairy ass—a wonderful contrast to the smooth one before. “Remember the condom,” he grunts out. I happen to have a Magnum in my shirt pocket. I roll it on and fuck. His ass was so juicy on my tongue and now I can only feel the heat not the wetness. I fuck him harder than I might normally, trying to get more feeling into my dick. The other men in the room now watch us, but no one makes a move to join. I finally pull out. The bear stands, gives me a hug and whispers “Now you are the two best fucks of my life.” Suddenly, I’m glad I did it—even with the diminished feeling… * I go back to the straight side. I get sucked. I suck some cock myself and even get a load once I squirm a finger up his ass. I go back to the gay side. It is suddenly alive with sexual heat. The Organizer is doing up his pants. He has obviously just finished breeding the hot young white guy I’d started to fuck. I hope I might be next up his dripping ass—but they both get dressed and leave the store. I watch a young Black man, who’s sucked me before, suck another Black guy, with a sizable cock. The recipient is new to me. He keeps glancing my way. I can’t tell from his look if he’s interested or wants me to leave them alone. I just stroke. The young guy gets up, his knees tired. He sits for a bit with the guy he just had in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He begins sucking me. I have been here now for quite some time—and he is giving me the best head of the day. I had forgotten how good he is. The other man, who he’d been sucking, comes over to watch us. I motion him toward me and take his long, thin cock into my mouth. He grunts. And I explode. No warning. I just shoot out rivers of cum. I groan. The guy in my mouth pulls out and slaps my cheek with his wet cock. The guy on the floor just keeps swallowing and swallowing. He licks me clean and knee walks over to the other hard cock and swallows it down as I sit still and try to catch my breath… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Working Off Holiday Stress at the Bookstore December 11, 2023

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My Playroom—November, 2023 It was Black Friday. I have a long history of having good luck at the bookstore on Black Friday. Men seem to drop their wives off for shopping and arrive at the bookstore to drop a quick load. But not this year. GaryM was coming to the playroom for a third visit. He had asked to be used a little harder. I had a couple things in mind, but now set plans. He arrived right on time—telling me had had little traffic. After a brief pitstop, he headed downstairs. I have on the jock that I wore to the huge house party. As a fellow scent pig, I’m sure he’ll enjoy it… “Kneel.” I have tossed the mat I usually use for the rimseat on a part of the cool concrete floor that is not covered by the padded equipment mat. GaryM kneels obediently. I grind the jock pouch into his face. He breathes deeply and sighs. “Get it wet. Re-activate all those juices.” His tongue gets even busier. My cock swells. I finally can’t stand it; I need to be in his mouth. I pull the pouch back and my cock springs free. Eagerly, he guides it into his mouth. It feels great. Soon I am throat fucking him. Deep. Making him choke. Telling him to swallow that deep throat slime. I am so ready to fuck and I say so. GaryM gets up on the bench without really being directed to go there. I eat his ass for a long time. I also grab my leather paddle. I begin to warm his butt cheeks with it. The sound of leather on soft flesh fills the room—and makes me attack his pucker once again with my tongue. I cover my cock with coconut oil as I prod him open. I stand up. GaryM has a very strong hole. He pushes out to meet me. Each time I enter him there is a split second that feels like my cock is not going to win. But it always does. I sink into him, wait the briefest of moments and begin to fuck. I am at top speed faster than usual. I love the sound of my hips slapping onto his naked ass cheeks. I pull out and bring the wet cock to his mouth. He gives me ravenous ATM. I remove the wrist restraints from the sling chains. I buckle them in place. I go back and fuck him again. After he cleans my cock a second time, I add the ankle restraints. I don’t fasten him anywhere. Yet. I just want him to think about them. I fuck him once more. He cleans me up before I tell him that we are moving to the sling. He gets up and I surprise him by getting into it myself. “Rim my ass!” He goes to his knees. He starts licking my balls and trails down the perineum to my hole. I let him get into me. I hold my hard cock straight up and begin to piss. It showers the top of his head, his face and begins to sluice down my ass crack. GaryM is there—licking, cleaning, savoring all of my very clear piss. I take a hit of poppers and close my eyes. I just want that tongue licking me for as long as possible. I open them eventually to watch him in the mirror. I have a little more piss, so I let it go. It shoots up in the air, looking like a pervy fountain. He lets out the sexiest moan as he once again licks it off my hairy ass crack, cheeks and balls. We both love to rim and be rimmed. I could have spent longer in the sling enjoying it, but know I will get more later. I get up and flatten the fuck bench so it is now a padded table. I think GM knows what’s coming. I grab the spreader bar and tell him to lie on the table. He does. His legs instinctively go up in the air. I attach the bar between his ankles and push it down so he can hold it. It rolls his ass up. I want it slightly higher, so I push down on the bar, so it is closer to his chest. The angle is now perfect. My cock goes into his well-used ass. I fuck him hard. He is very verbal with this fuck. He loves it. I pause let his legs rest for a moment and then do it again. This time when I’m done, I unclip him from the bar. I move to the top of the table. GM has his head on the pillow attachment. I straddle his head and sit on his face. He likely can’t breathe, but his tongue works its magic on my asshole once again. I get off his face, leaving him panting for air. I discard the bar and grab the hoe-tie attachment. I clip his ankles to it first, then his arms. It is a similar feel, but now I just press on the attachment to roll his ass into place. He seems to love being secured so he can’t move. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The legs on the fuck bench are low in this position. My long legs tire of the bend rather quickly—but it’s still a memorable fuck. Only now do I get GM into the sling. I fuck, his eyes riveted to the mirror above him. I eat his ass again after all this fucking. He is incredibly wet with our juices. I try a butt plug, but it is a shade too thick. I switch to the egg-headed toy that is my stand by. He loves it alone. He loves it even more when I add my cock along with it. I fuck with my cock on top of the toy and under it. On top feels better, so I do it again. I set up the rimseat and mat while he is still in the sling. I hope he’s wondering which side of things he’s going to be on. I help get him out and tell him to lie down. He does, taking a hit of poppers before I close the seat. I sit down and let his tongue work over my ass again as I sit and watch the piss porn on the television. I have to be careful not to leave him there indefinitely. Maybe he wouldn’t mind, but I want to fuck again. I choose the sling. The moment his feet are in the stirrups, I piss his ass crack. I lick it up, my cock raging. I fuck him again. I take a big slug of water. It’s the trigger to release what’s left in my bladder. I eat his hole, stand insert and begin a very slow fuck. I stop as I feel the plumbing in me change. I begin pissing deep in his hole. On and on. I couldn’t stop pissing if I wanted to. I give him every drop in my bladder. Now I begin to churn the piss, fucking him hard. Some is lost to the towel below as it sloshes out of his ass. Some runs down my thighs as I keep fucking into the lake of piss deep in his guts. And it does just what I want—it makes me ready to shoot. I pick up the pace. Not so much liquid come out now on the backstroke. I drive into GM—and suddenly I’m shooting. My balls empty into him. I grab the sling frame to steady myself. I marinate in him for a long time as my breathing returns to normal. I kneel. I lick the piss and cum leaking out of his ass crack. Leaning across him, I drool some into his mouth. He is stroking his raging hard on as I do it. I grab the egg-headed dildo and push it in. I fuck him with it as he jerks. In moments, he shoots. Everywhere. The size of his load is like someone in his 20’s. I begin to lick what I can off his balls as GaryM gasps for breath… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Returns: Wanting It Harder December 7, 2023 Gary M wrote up how he felt during this play session. From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: GaryM Services FP December 9. 2023

Yes, thank you, I am fine. I was working out of state in one of the blocked ones.

Near Home—November, 2023 It’s the day before Thanksgiving. I was in the kitchen, making my contribution for the family dinner. I suddenly put down the Pyrex measuring cup and knew I needed to get off. I’d thought about it occasionally during the morning, but put it out of my mind. Now I knew I needed to lighten my balls and be in a better mood around my cousins on the morrow. I finished up quickly, changed my clothes and got in the car. I had second thoughts halfway there. I knew the day after Thanksgiving had always been good, but before? I had no idea if there would be others like me there. The parking lot was pretty sparse, but I went in… The straight theatre has quite a few men in it. I can’t sit at the back or to the side. I sit on a two-person bench that is the row in front of the cocksucker’s seat. I glance around the room. There is no actual sex happening, but there is that ‘feel’ in the room—like it could happen any moment. The door opens. It is the perennial cocksucker who comes here with his partner. He is white, short and bald. And he knows how to treat a cock in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He is on his knees instantly. He takes me to the root quite effortlessly. A couple of times, actually, before he begins a more traditional sucking. I turn to look at the back wall when I hear a noise. The man in the cocksucker’s chair has noisily opened his water bottle. There are two men standing against the wall kneading their crotches. Obviously, the man in the seat doesn’t suck dick. He ignores them and sips his water. The man on my cock moves to my balls. I moan a little to re-enforce how much I like his wet tongue there. He works harder on them, knowing to lick not suck them into his mouth. His knees soon tire. He braces on my knees to get up. And he goes right out the door. My eyes follow him. I make eye contact with one of the men on the back wall. He nods at me. I nod back. He comes and sits next to me. He is in his 50’s, white and rather striking in appearance. He is also wearing suit pants which seems an odd choice for here. He unzips and pulls out a larger than average dick. His hand reaches for mine. I return the favor. It feels nice and girthy in my fist. Without asking, I just slip to my knees and suck him. He groans the moment my lips touch him. I hear movement, but I’m busy repeating on him what was just done to me. When I look up at him, I see he has the other man from the back wall in his mouth. I’m surprised and rather pleased. But the cock in his mouth is making him lose any kind of cum control he might have had. He is now gushing pre-cum. In moments I swallow his load as his entire body shakes. When I have cleaned him of every last drop, he crams himself back into his suit pants and leaves. The man he is sucking, a wild haired Grizzly Adams-type, looks lost. I simply take his rather small dick into my mouth and get his load, too. I watch the movie. I am sucked once more by the bald man. Now, his partner stands by the door, watching us. My sucker strokes himself this time—but he doesn’t get off. And neither do I. I take a piss and go into the gay theatre. A very old white man is in the cocksucker’s seat—and the only man in the room. I sit to his left, in the corner of the back and side wall. He makes conversation, the moment I pull my dick out. Conversation that is all about my penis size. Soon, he is leaning over and sucking me. He’s good, but the awkward angle is not helping. I stand up to give him better access. I hear the door open. “Well, well…” A hairy cub of a man has entered. He’s white, in his late 30’s and carries his extra weight well. He grins at me—and I now finally find his name. Braydon. We met here. He’s been to the old playroom alone and with others. He is a wonderful cum pig—and I haven’t seen him in forever. (October of 2021, I later find out. That is why I write this blog!) He kneels in front of me. The older man likes the idea of sharing my cock. I fuck Braydon’s mouth. Then the first guy. Back and forth. “You’ve got to fuck me.” Braydon strips to just his socks, tossing his clothes onto a chair. He pulls another chair around and kneels on it. I go to my knees and eat his ass. He groans. The older man whispers encouraging words which end in “Let me see you fuck him!” I stand up and slide in. It’s actually an awkward fuck. Braydon’s hole is a little low with him kneeling. But we all enjoy it. He groans and poppers up. The older man tells us we are “bad boys fucking raw like that.” I keep pumping, my balls slapping onto the generous, hairy ass. We take a break. I actually need to piss again. I check the straight theatre on the way back. It is now empty—but some DP is happening on the screen. I sit and watch. Braydon soon joins me. I am treated to a really sloppy blowjob as I sit there. He stands up, strips and leans over the back of the bench I had first sat on. I eat his hole. Wet and inviting. Soon, I am happily fucking. It is the perfect height now with him bent over and on his feet. The door opens. A Black man I used to see here all the time comes in. He grins at me and whips out his dick. “Feed it to him.” Braydon loves this. What cum pig doesn’t love two dicks in him at the same time? I fuck. The guy in his mouth stands still and let’s Braydon’s head be bounced onto his cock from my fuck. The door opens. A guy looks at us and sits way down front, as far away from us as he can get. I fuck Braydon. The wet sound of his ass competes with the sex sounds coming from the screen. The door opens again. Another man looks at us and moves away. The three of us decide to take it next door. Braydon dresses and goes first with the other man quickly in tow. I hover a for a moment than go over to the gay side. Braydon is already naked and bent over. He has a new man in his mouth. The Black guy is slapping his cock against the wet and hairy hole. He has lost his hardon on the trek over. I go to my knees to see if I can help. He hardens right up. But, so much so, he shoots his load. I save it in my mouth and just spin around, spitting a huge amount of fresh cum on Braydon’s hole. I work it into his ass with my tongue, reverse felching the entire load I sucked out. Braydon is groaning around the cock in his mouth. He knows what I’m doing; he has had me do this before. I stand up and say the words: “I just tongue fucked a huge cum load into your ass.” This is too much for the guy in Braydon’s mouth. He pulls to the side and watches my throbbing cock slide back into Braydon. His already wet mancunt is now sopping wet with the best lube in the world. I fuck. Hard. I am intent on adding more cum to his sloppy hole. “Listen to it,” Braydon groans. The sound of the squishy fuck is filling the small, dark room. The man who shot the load in my mouth has not lost his hardon completely. He sticks his semi-hard cock in Braydon’s mouth. I pull out, kneel and taste the cummy mess. I lick up what I have pulled out with my flared cock head. And it takes me over the edge. I quickly stand up, and slide back in. I fuck every last drop of jizz that is churning in my balls deep into Braydon’s overflowing hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Braydon with Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 5, 2023

Grand Rapids—November, 2023 I love group sex. I heard that the house party to the north of me, dormant for a few months, was happening again in November. The host was excited I would be back in the state. He expected a bigger turn out. He hoped I might bring the fuck bench and rim seat to help keep them all busy. I packed them into the car and drove into town, arriving just a little early so I could get the equipment set up before the guests arrived. The host, a short, thin man, just under my age, greeted me effusively. As I set up the bench, he told me again he was expecting as many as 20 men. We usually had 10 to 15, so this was indeed good news. We took everything upstairs. I set the bench up behind where his sling, which was hung from the rafters. In the other room was his huge bed. The rimseat just fit under the sloping roof line. He now had big screen porn playing there. I went down to strip off and get my clothes into my gym bag. And the men started arriving… The first two to arrive look familiar, but I don’t really know if I know them. Both are bigger men and strip down quickly. They disappear up the stairs before I finish putting my boots back on. I go up the stairs. The top is lying on his back being orally serviced by the, I soon learn, versatile man. I help out by kneeling and licking the versatile’s ass. He groans. “Eat that hole,” the Thick Top groans out. I re-double my efforts. The host comes in briefly just to look at us. He’s still fully clothed and in doorman mode. He kneads his crotch as he watches us—before heading down to greet the next arrival. I’m ready to fuck. “I have his hole nice and ready for you,” I tell Thick Top. “Go ahead…” I stand up and slide in. There is nothing like the first fuck of the night. Tatted Vers has to stop sucking and concentrate for a moment on my invasion. The moment he relaxes, I begin to fuck and he goes back to sucking cock. We change position slightly. Thick Top turns around and slides under Tatted Vers to suck him as I keep fucking. A new man, comes into the room. He’s a regular, balding and incredibly hairy everywhere else. He is likely 40 something and is all top—until the first dick goes up his ass. And then he usually bottoms the rest of the night. He nods to me in greeting and kneels, sucking on Thick Top’s cock. I continue to fuck, liking how we have all just added into the action as we arrive. When I finally pull out, Hairy Top stops sucking and takes a turn up Tatted Vers. Thick Top goes downstairs, leaving the three of us to fuck. I kneel, watching the hard cock ream the hole I was just fucking. Hairy Top remembers my kinks. He pulls out of the ass for a moment to let me suck him. Then he pushes back in. This makes Tatted Vers look over his shoulder at us. He like what he sees. “You dirty pigs…” and then “Fuck!” as the cock, with all my spit, re-enters him. I stay right there and we do it all again. I spell Hairy Top. He takes his dick around to Tatted Vers’ mouth. I hear the hungry ATM happening as I eat out the freshly fucked ass. I stand up and push into his wet and hungry hole… * I take a break and go downstairs. A young man I recognize from here is getting fucked on the living room couch by Thick Top. I know I will never stand a chance with the young guy—he will only play with men who have a gut—so Thick Top is his perfect sex partner. I grab a bottle of water and go upstairs again. I convince Tatted Vers to get in the sling. I get him into the stirrups and eat his ass once more. I stand up and fuck. The sling is hung a little low and I need to do knee bends to get into him. The host arrives, now naked but for a jock and harness. He sucks Tatted Vers’ cock as I fuck. The moment I pull out, the Host is on my cock, cleaning me. I let him get me cleaned up then playfully push his face into Tatted Vers’ hole. I hold him there. He squirms—and his tonguing make Tatted Vers pant. I let him go so I can fuck him once more. The guys switch. The Host gets into the sling. Tatted Vers pulls the Host’s head into that awkward angle, so you can suck while lying in a sling. I eat out the Host’s ass and give him the first fuck of the party. He is such a small man, that I always feel like I am stretching his hole way out. He loves it and tells me to fuck him harder. Tatted Vers goes looking for cock. I fuck and fuck. I rim him. “Can you taste the loads I took this afternoon?” I can’t—but I groan at the idea. It makes me fuck him harder on the next round. A man walks in. Late 30’s, shaved head, medium height. Latin. And hung. Think my cock with a foreskin. He grins at us and dives into the Host’s ass the moment I offer it. He fucks him. Hard and fast. I clean his cock, working my tongue under his foreskin. Maybe now I can taste those afternoon loads. Or at least I like to think so. He goes back to fucking the Host. Then it’s my turn. I fuck. Latin Top thinks a moment—then cleans my cock just as I did his. He likes it. We do it to each other all night whenever we share a hole… * The party has topped at seven men. The young man has totally co-opted Thick Top—who plays with no one else the rest of the night. I do see the young man get fucked briefly by another guy with a gut—Tatted Vers. I go back upstairs. Latin Top pulls out of the Host, now on the bed. The Host says he needs to check in with the others downstairs. Latin Top moves to me. He pulls me into an embrace. His hands go around me and he begins to slide his hand down to my ass. His finger finds my hole. “Let me fuck you.” I decline, nicely, I think. He’s surprised. That cock, just like mine, is so often a ticket into other tops. “I like to get fucked occasionally,” he tells me. “But I can’t take you.” I suggest the rimseat as there is no one else upstairs. I go under and eat his hole. He loves this. He jerks his big cock all the time I am reaming him out. We stop when the Host and Hairy Top come upstairs. Hairy Top decides to bottom the moment he sees Latin Top’s cock. I fuck the host. The men are both on their backs side by side on the bed. Holding hands. We plow into our two holes. Latin Top looks over at me. “Switch?” We do. It’s been years since I was up Hairy Top. It’s great to fuck him again—especially after he’s been opened up by another man of size. He grins up at me. I fuck him hard—until Latin Top says to switch back… * It’s late. Tatted Vers is on the bed lying face down. Latin Top is up him. And plowing like he wants to get off. I stand near them. There is no way Tatted Vers can suck my cock, he needs to have every thought on how to service the big cock in his ass. Latin Top slows down his anal assault. I think he’s about to offer me the hole. Instead, he says, “Finger me.” I lube up a finger and slide into him as he fucks. “More.” I give him two. “Just fuck me!” I get up on the bed, between the two sets of legs there. Latin Top stops fucking as I enter him. He moans loudly. I slide into him far easier than I expect. I hold in place. “Fuck yourself,” I tell him. “Into him and back on me.” I stay still letting him do just that. I can feel he’s getting close. He picks up the speed. He is pummeling the bottom and his own ass on the back stroke. Suddenly he shoots, driving into the ass under him. I take the moment for a couple of hard strokes. I gasp. I am shooting inside him. Spurt after spurt. The Host arrives, just in time to clean two cocks and two asses… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A November Group: "You Dirty Pigs..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 2, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 The next day, a Thursday, I was supposed to have a fisting session, but it fell through. I was horned, and as I didn’t really get off with Kieran, I went to the bookstore. Once again, it proved that you just never know… I sit along the wall in the straight theatre. A guy who always masturbates, but wants no one to touch him, is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He is stroking hard, with his dick inside a rubber so he’ll make no mess. I have a pair of men across from me. One I know well. He is a regular, around my age, tall and thin and fairly good looking. We are no more than nodding acquaintances as he has an eye for younger men. The other is tall, (noticing his long legs sticking under the seat in front of him) and around my age, with a sun or smoker’s weathered face. They both look straight ahead at the video. It takes a couple of minutes for me to realize that Weathered Face has his left hand in the other man’s pants. The guy being stroked has his hands resting on the mound of his pants, almost disguising it. I watch the video and stroke. Now the guy who avoids me, reaches his hand out, grabbing the other man by the back of his neck. He tries to pull him down to suck the cock he’s been stroking. The guy resists. He wrests himself free with a shrug and sit hunched over, looking at the floor. I get up and go next door. A former clerk from here is stroking his big cock to the movie. A handsome man, just younger than myself, watches him. Then he watches me as I take my dick out. The three of us continue to watch the video and each other. No one makes a move. I need to piss. I do myself up and do just that. I go back to the straight side. The cocksucker’s seat is available now. I sit. The two men, side by side, are still there. Now right in front of me. Again, I see the hand go to the back of the other man’s neck. This time he pulls him down into his crotch and I hear the sounds of a wet blowjob. I stroke to the video—and the sounds coming live from the pair of them. Suddenly the man sits up, pushing the arm that held him in place roughly away. He stomps out of the room, zipping his pants. The guy who avoids me goes after him. I inwardly sigh at the drama and concentrate on the action up on the screen. The door opens. It’s the handsome man from next door. He’s white, early 50’s with a touch of gray at the temples on his dark, full head of hair. He is wearing grey sweatpants that bulge obscenely and a matching sweatshirt. He stands next to me. He squeezes himself through the fabric. “Jeez, you’re bigger than that guy over there.” “Only just,” I tell him. He reaches down and touches me. His grip is a little too firm. He let’s go, just as I am about to tell him. He pulls the sweatpants waistband down under his balls. He is sporting a thick seven incher himself. I reach over and guide it into my mouth. “Fuuuuuck….” he croons. The door opens. The man who avoids me is back. He sits along the side wall, watching me suck this man’s cock. The new guy is dripping into my mouth like mad. I give him another two minutes before he blows his load. He groans again. I swallow his sweet, slippery cum a little faster than that. But he is in no hurry to pull out of my mouth. He seems to love the clean up with my tongue. Even my pulling him back into my mouth for a moment to get a final drip that would have stained those sweatpants. He gives my shoulder a grip in thanks—and leaves. The guy who avoids me turns to the video. He kneads his bulge. The door opens. A regular, a man who I either fuck or blow, comes in. He whips out his hardening cock and feeds it to me with nothing more by way of a greeting than a shit-eating grin. I have to work harder with him. He doesn’t always get fully hard, but that doesn’t keep his cum from flowing. My audience of one turns to watch me again, still kneading his groin. The guy I’m sucking takes some poppers and he is suddenly filling my mouth with his seed. He shakes and groans and I get every drop. He lets me clean him up. Then thanks me and takes off. Silence. But the guy is still watching me not the video. “That was an interesting time with the guy sitting next to you,” I venture. He tells me it was arranged online. The guy wanted to be forced to have sex in public. Now it makes more sense to me—as it seemed so out of character for the man sitting here. Eyeing me. “He couldn’t really do it,” he continues. “He was fine when we were alone, but that wasn’t the point…” Suddenly he stands up. “It looks like you know how to suck. Those guys came quick.” He walks back to me and unzips. I have always watched this guy pursue younger men. To the point of stalking. I have never fantasized about doing anything with him. He sticks it in my mouth. He has a nice sized dick, bigger than average, but of a size I can show off my cocksucking skills without fear of teeth. His hands are all over the cropped hair on my head. He strokes it. It feels nice. Then he finds my ears. His fingers are now all over them. And in them. I find it distracting to be finger fucked in my left ear as I’m sucking him. But it’s working for him. He is breathing hard in no time. Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He packs it away and leaves the room. I get up and check the other side. No one. I watch a little more of the straight movie. I can’t find the guy I’ve just sucked. He must be in the arcade, where I never go. The place is empty. I don’t get off. Again. But that’s okay—I am headed to a small house party on the weekend… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Men Sitting Side by Side (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 30, 2023

My Playroom—November, 2023 I came home from the house party entirely sated, truly drained dry. I had done so much with so many. It was the middle of the next week before I felt like sex again. I thought something completely different would be a good change of pace. Kieran, the married man who can slip away midweek, was eager to suck my dick. His mouth is so good and that seemed like the change of pace I needed after all the fucking I did in Chicago. He arrived right at 1:00pm. Kieran likes to play early and get home before the wife arrives back at the house. He went right downstairs and stripped off. He’s a bear—with a great hairy chest. The wild beard had been trimmed into submission—but it will still feel good on my balls. I have not bothered to get dressed after my shower this morning. I am naked but for my clean(ish) jock, boots and wristband the moment I take off my robe… “Let me get that big cock wet.” He sits on the bed. I move in, my cock swelling under the jock pouch. He breaths deep—and almost immediately gets to the main course by pulling back the fabric. My cock all but slaps him in the face. He grabs it and takes it deep into his mouth. I love how he sucks cock. Great suction. A roving tongue. At total ease with deep throating my full length—and only choking on it when he wants to do it. My balls are being massaged by the beard right now—but soon it is his tongue. He leaves them wet and dripping, going back to licking my piss slit. Suddenly, he pulls off me, holding the base of my cock in his hand. “Fuck me?” I inwardly sigh. I was kind of hoping not to go there, after the failure of his last clean out attempt. Cleaning for his favorite toy and for my dick (and then back to tongue) is a very different thing… He moves to the bench and gets into position. I eat his ass. For a long time. My cock is more eager to fuck than my brain. I grease my dick up as I lick the valley between the two full butt cheeks and then drill into the hole. I stand and work myself in. I make a conscious effort not to do too deep. I fuck him. “So full,” he groans, though only three quarters of my cock is in him. I pull out. He’s clean. I relax and make him do some ATM. Kieran loves this—it makes him feel ‘dirty’ and ‘used’ as he told me after our first session. ‘Like those sluts in porn…’ I bring my cock back to his ass. I glide in easily. And I forget—I give him every inch. I fuck for a bit—and pull out. Things seem fine. I towel down my dick to make sure. I go back to the bed. I really want to get off in his mouth today. I spread my legs and he crawls between them. He spends a long time sucking my cock and licking my balls. Twice I think I am close enough to shoot, but can’t quite get over the hump to do it. At his eager suggestion, we move to the sling. I hang a chain from the cross piece above, giving him something else to hold onto. I kind of like that fact that the sling still feels so foreign to him. He rolls back and I get his ankles into the stirrups. I kneel to rim. It’s not happening. Something smells off. Instead, I use the eggheaded toy on him. He takes it with much panting, his eyes glued to the mirror above. It comes out clean—so my dick goes into him. I fuck, not too deeply. Then it’s the toy again. On a whim, I add my dick with it and he takes it easily. I fuck without it. I use the butt plug. He loves when it’s fully inserted and I pound the heel of my hand on the base. I fuck him again—but I still don’t want my face fully down there. Now I pull out some graduated balls that are not connected with string, but made into a firm latex toy between the every increasingly sized orbs. He takes it. I don’t go deep. “Fuck me with that thing.” I do. In and out. I stand. I add my cock to this toy, too. Something I have never done before. With anyone. I like the feel of the smooth balls under my cock. I fuck him again. I sense his hole is wearing out and I don’t want it to go bad. I try to cum. But my trigger is always eating that fucked hole. Suddenly, I grunt and pound into him. I know my ‘I’m cumming’ moves quite well. Yeah, I fake the orgasm. Looking in the mirror, my face contorts beautifully. I would have believe it, too. Kim has no interest in getting off himself. “I’ll do that once I get home—and I’m not so stretched out. He showers—and takes off… * I am not sure how to progress with Kieran. He had no interest in doing another rinse the first time this happened. This time, there was no actual mess, but it still changed everything about our session. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kieran's Mouth...and Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 28, 203

You took the words right out of my mouth! That is the hole I love!!

I'm sure you'd have a good time!

I do love a man who lives to take cum---and I love to use it for my own purposes! Thank you!

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” I grunt an affirmative. I pull out of the anonymous guy. My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head. I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking. He eats the hole, hungrily. It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me. I kneel and slurp at his hole. I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum. I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep. A get a few more drips. I want more. I stand up and fuck him. This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke. Zane groans. The other man groans. I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt. I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue… * I stay in the basement. I am treated to ass of every age and every color. There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling. He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts. There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed. He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked. I love watching his dick move with my pumping. I am making it drool. I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck. There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier. This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking. There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair. He is on all fours. He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass. I am the fifth. He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum. I do what he asks. I slam into his hairy ass cheeks. He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed. I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock. Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock. I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it. The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again. “Do me first. I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner. He kneels. I eat his ass for just a moment. I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock. “Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM. “Yes, give me your dick.” I enter him for the first time ever. The extra cum makes me slide in easily. The guy takes my dick like a champ. His tiny partner watches in awe. Soon he kneels next to him. His ass up, mirroring his partner. They kiss. I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM. Both of them groan. I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner. “Give it to us both…” I do. Back and forth. Repeatedly. One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum. I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more. I pull out. Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other… * I find Zane at the sling. He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night. “You know I love top ass,” he grins. I nod. “Oh, I shot my load in ____.” He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. I smile. I know he can still take dick after cumming. He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement. It is not quite so crowded now. Men are getting off and going upstairs for food. The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. I nod. He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room. I go over. “Give me some more of that great dick.” I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again. I can taste cum. He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table. I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him. Though some I drool down onto my dick. I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him. He grunts. He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking. I am fucking him harder now. My hips seem to have a mind of their own. I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers. He hands me the open bottle. I take a hit without thinking about it. I hand it back to him. He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me. Fuck! I begin pummeling his ass. I am sure I am going to blow my load. I can’t stop thrusting. In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole. Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more. Cum is oozing out of him. I lick it up and swallow. I stand up. I am driven to fuck. I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load. Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him. I shake and hold onto the chains. He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso. He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 24, 2023

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…) Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there. I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me. I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision. “Now eat my hole!” My senses are feeling overloaded. Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it. My tongue can’t get enough of this ruined hole on my face. This guy, whoever he is, gets fucked a lot. My tongue can’t stop exploring him. “You want some cum?” The hole spasms around my tongue as he pushes. I am rewarded with cum dripping into my mouth. “Are you feeding him a load?” I hear Zane ask him as he pauses in his pumping of my cock. Suddenly the guy gets up off my face. At the same moment, Zane stands up, too. The men switch. Zane sits on the seat. I see the other guy, an older, white leather guy with biker-type tats settles onto my cock. Then I see nothing but Zane’s hairy ass. “Push some of the cum in your mouth up my ass.” Honestly, I have swallowed it all, but I am happy to lick deeply, tasting how my cock has gotten his ass juicing. The leather guy on my dick is bouncing as if he were Zane’s age. Suddenly, he pulls off and, just as suddenly, I feel a mouth on my cock. It has to be the same guy—likely slurping up more of the load that was in his ass and is now coating my cock. Zane stands up. “Let’s go upstairs. The three of us.” We go up a floor. The sling is empty, though the bed, at the other end of this small room, has three couples on it, rutting in various positions. Zane gets in the sling first. I eat his hole and fuck him, while the rugged leather guy has his sizable dick in Zane’s mouth. Then the two of us switch. Leather Guy fucks Zane and I get my cock cleaned. I watch the thick dick filling Zane’s hole. I move down and kneel to get a better view. Leather Guy pulls out and fucks my mouth a couple of strokes before continuing to plow Zane. I am just about to get up, when he pulls out and does it again. This time I stand and go to Zane. I lean and kiss him, spitballing the juices that are in my mouth, of me, Leather Guy’s dick and his own ass. Zane gurgles happily and pants. Leather Guy is up next in the sling. I fuck him first with Zane feeding him. We switch. Then Zane and I kneel together and take turns licking the hole we both just fucked. We end up kissing each other a lot in between… “Now it’s your turn.” I get in the sling. Zane eats my hole as I suck on Leather Guy’s dick. Zane passes me his poppers. I take a hit. His tongue now feels incredibly deep in my hole. Leather Guy moves down to replace Zane. He eats me out roughly. Really roughly. He stands. His dick bounces on my exposed balls. It’s all too obvious he wants to fuck me. But he doesn’t—he moves off to the bed. Zane pulls out of my mouth and rims me once more, soothing my hole from the previous oral assault… * My face is buried once again in the ass of the guy who started the evening in neon green underwear. We are fucking on the huge bed in the basement. I have watched him a number of times throughout the night. He is truly versatile—and has fucked as many men as have fucked him. Now his ass is mine for the next ten minutes. I lick and fuck and lick again. When we break, he points to a well-built Black guy on the other side of the bed. He is taking a terrific pounding by one of the hosts. “Have you fucked him yet?” he asks. “Not tonight, but I did in August.” “He has the biggest cock here.” “I remember.” “He gets pounded all night and fucks some lucky guy just as the party is ending and he finally wants to get off.” I smile and nod. I watch the host pull out. The bottom spins and cleans his cock. “Go fuck him,” says neon shorts. “As the guy with the next biggest cock, you two deserve each other.” I slap him playfully on his butt. But I go over. This guy is gym built. His butt is hard and hairy. He looks over his shoulder and grins at me. He remembers me, too. I kneel and stick my tongue in his ass. I lick. Now I fuck him. Hard and long. “Let me roll over.” I pull out and he rolls onto his back. There is that massive cock. At least an inch bigger than me—and pierced at the tip. It’s drooling precum. I lick it up—and shove my tongue in his hole. He groans and calls me a “Dirty fucker.” I fuck him again, looking into his handsome face. I can sense men watching me. And waiting their turn. I pull out. But we reconnect throughout the night… * I see another pair of men I had played with in August. It is the slim and tiny-boned FTM and his cis-gendered partner. A tall man is eating out the front hole of the smaller man while he is cradled in the arms of his partner. I watch and stroke a little. The partner sees me and grins. When the tall guy gets up, I move in. “You’re here!” They are genuinely excited to see me again. We move to the sling. I help the smaller guy in. His partner stands at his head, holding him as I kneel to eat his front hole. I find his T-cock. First with my tongue, then my hand as my tongue explores his wet hole. Between my hand and my tongue, I give him an orgasm before I stand up to fuck. I slide in. He’s super wet. I love looking at his face as he takes all of me. Even the partner’s eyes get big as I glide into him. I feel like I am filling him completely. The look on his face tells me I am giving him just what he wants. “Fuck him hard,” the partner croaks out. I do, making the chains rattle. Other men stop by to watch. One of them gives the small guy a dick to suck as I fuck. But the movement of the sling is too much—and I’m not slowing my thrusting so he can have two at once. I fuck. I go to my knees and lick up all the juices. I stand up, lean across him and dribble them from my mouth to his eager one. I think his partner could shoot just watching us do this. I fuck him once more. This time I tell his partner to eat his front hole so he can taste me… * I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2023

Chicago—November, 2023 Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago. (It always pays to fuck the host!) The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life. (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.) I was excited. I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week. I arrived in the late afternoon. I usually help with the last minute set up, but that task had been done earlier in the day by other attendees. I had brought the rimseat, as it was the one piece of sex equipment the hosts didn’t have in their four floors of beds and slings and massage tables. Zane and I got that set up and I took a nap, to be ready for the evening… I actually sleep. I feel weight on the bed—and now on me. Zane is naked and crawling on top of me. I am just in my jock. He has pulled back the cover and his hairy body is grinding against me. I am fully awake now. My cock strains against the pouch of the new, clean-ish, jock. But Zane doesn’t want my cock. Not now. He pulls my left arm above my head and begins huffing my pit. I use antiperspirant when I am working with others, but I have had a full week since the end of that job. He licks and moans and brings the taste of my slightly ripe pit to my mouth. We kiss, tongues active and deep in each other. He breaks it only to bury his face in the other pit. We kiss again. He slides down and to the floor, kneeling by the bed. Instinctively I spread my legs. I know what he wants. He moves in and just breathes the scent of my balls, now 12 hours from the morning shower. They have had 10 hours encased in my tight 501’s. He groans. He does a few tentative licks and comes up to kiss me again. “This is your wake-up call,” he whispers. “I’m going to go clean up.” I get ready, adding boots and my wrist cuff. I’ve brought my chaps in case the house feels cool, but I opt to go without them. I do add my harness. I have packed a lunch for dinner—so I have the energy to fuck. Zane leaves the shower and gets a little more dressed than I, as he has to be on call to welcome the men and serve drinks. I brush my teeth as the doorbell rings with the first attendees. I walk down and find a bottle of water. Men, fully dressed, are milling around and talking loudly as they sip a cocktail or their bottle of beer. I walk around a little, feeling too undressed, too soon. I go back up the stairs and wait. There are bound to be men who skip the social side and want to fuck. I just need to wait a moment. Two naked pigs arrive to fuck on the king size bed. One is the man who took the DP so early in the party last time. He is so wrapped up in the man he is about to stick his long, thin cock into, he doesn’t even notice me. He pushes the young bottom face down and dives into licking his ass. The are so into each other, I don’t add in. Instead, I go down two flights to the basement. This is what I need. Eight men, naked but for jocks or a harness or both are fucking on the large bed in the middle of the room. One of the two slings is busy, too. Other men are on the huge couch in the corner, some making out and some sucking cock. The age range here is from 28 to 78. I feel young looking at one of the daddy tops ramming his large cock into a hot 30-something. I walk to the bed. One man, white and 40-ish, is being drilled by a stud around his age. He motions me over and takes my hardening cock into his mouth. This makes his top fuck him harder. He drives the man forward—making him swallow more of my dick. “You want a turn?” asks the Top. I nod. He pulls out and the bottom spins around. I sink to my knees and rim his wet hole. The Top is now being treated to a clean up by the bottom. I stand up and have my first of countless fucks that night. I plow him hard, making him bounce farther down on the cock in his mouth, just as the Top had done for me. The couple next to me disengage. The bottom stays on the bed, watching my cock pummel the man. He squirms under the bottom and begins licking the underside of my cock as I fuck. Occasionally, I pull out and give him the opportunity to clean me thoroughly before I continue the fuck. Soon it’s the licker’s turn to get fucked. He does so as he sucks a Black bear. I fuck, my hips slapping his full ass—and soon suggest he turn around for the other man. He does. He cleans me and also sucks on the dick of a new arrival. I work my way around the bed. Fucking four different asses—all welcoming and wanting more later. It’s a dog pile of naked men—all races, all ages. I stop and step away, finding my water bottle and taking a deep draw on it. I am standing between the bed and the empty sling. A very handsome white guy, maybe 35 is sucking the dick of a bearded daddy, just younger than myself. The daddy touches my arm and tugs me towards them. My wet dick is presented to the man on his knees. “Suck that big dick,” says the daddy. The young man is more than happy to—and he’s good. He holds the dick heads of the two of us together and goes back and forth, mouthing the sides of our cocks. Now me, now the Daddy. We turn slightly so he can try to take both of us into his mouth at the same time. The Daddy moves off after a bit. I am left with the handsome guy. He stands up. He is as tall as I am and just as lean. His hard seven incher is sticking out of neon green underwear. I go down to my knees and suck his thinner cock to the base. He moans. I give him head for a few minutes. My hands are on his slim ass, still covered by the underwear. I work it down so I can knead his bare ass cheeks. He moans again, liking that his underwear is now around his ankles. I turn him, my hands on his hips, so I can taste his ass. Now he groans. He leans against a beam supporting the floor above and grinds his ass into my tongue and beard. I can’t get enough of his hot ass on my face. He straightens, turns and pulls me up into a kiss. As we finally break it, he murmurs “I was going to top for the first half of the night, but I want his dick.” My finger finds his saliva-soaked pucker. I work just the tip into him. “Be really slow with that thing.” He turns and braces himself against the post. “Would you relax more in the sling?” He would and does. He gets in expertly, slipping his ankles into the stirrups before I can help. I kneel again and rim him one more time. His cheeks are hairless. There is just a slight dusting of blond hair in his crack. It only becomes visible when I soak it. I stand up and work my cock head into him. He huffs poppers and I sink into him easily. I stay still and lock eyes with him. He holds my gaze. As the poppers hit, he nods and I begin a slow fuck. He smiles, his eyes focused on who knows what above us. “Pound me.” I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make the chains rattle. I slow down and pull out. “Let me suck it,” he groans. I give him my cock to clean. I move back between his legs. I rim his now dripping hole. He was either loaded before he came to the party or he’s a great self luber. I feast on his hole. Zane arrives, now naked but for a jock. I let him take a turn rimming the guy, too. We kneel side by side and feast on this guy’s juices, occasionally kissing each other. I go back and fuck him. Zane moves around and feeds the guy in the sling his dick as I do it. I pull out once more and rim the Neon Underwear. Zane crawls under the sling so he can lick my cock. This time when I stand up to fuck, Zane moves behind me. I can feel his breath on my ass. I fuck slowly, so he can lick at my ass crack. He stops as he feels me pick up the tempo of the fuck. The guy in the sling has been jerking his cock. He stops now and asks for a break. “Or I’ll shoot way too soon,” he grins. I help him out. Zane grabs my arm. “Let’s go use the rimseat.” We go up two flights. There is a dogpile of fucking men on the big bed. We ignore them. “Who goes under first?” he asks. “I will.” And I do. I lie down. Zane shuts the seat and sits his very furry butt on my face. It’s an amazing contrast after the smooth one. I eat happily, licking the man I know I will soon be fucking. Zane stands up, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there. I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me. I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision. “Now eat my hole!” (Lots more to come!) I will publish a new part each day. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 20, 2023