FelchingPisser

Having played the role of doorman/monitor--and fucked the cumdump during the slow times to keep his loads churned--I really recommend that you have someone you know be there. For everybody's safety.

Please wear it as underwear if you wish (and have the ass for it) but not for play. Why do I want you in an article of clothing that I have to move out of the way to fuck you???

My Playroom—September, 2024 I was pleased to get a text from Keith. He is so damn good looking. (Over six feet tall, with his hair tightly cropped and lots of work at the gym, maintaining his 50+ body.) He wanted to come to the playroom and be used hard. We talked dates and settled on the last Sunday of the month. He couldn’t get there until the evening. I napped during the afternoon, wanting to be at my best for him, as it was later than I usually play anymore. He arrived right on time. It had been a hot day—and Keith was in shorts and a tight tee. He looked great. We hugged. I could feel that his dick was semi-hard as it pressed into my cock, supported by my current grungy jockstrap. He went off to the bathroom to make sure everything was still good after his car trip. I went down to the playroom and turned on the porn. In moments, Keith was there. He stripped down to socks and a jock, as the cement floor was cool. “Let me suck that cock,” he said, grinning… I lay down on the bed, my legs splayed. Keith kneels between my legs. He is a great sucker—and knows what I like. He starts on my balls, getting them really wet. His tongue is constantly moving over the hairy sacks. Slowly he works up the shaft. He avoids taking the drooling head into his mouth. He licks and licks…and suddenly he is sucking, taking me to the root. He does it over and over. “Have I ever done my mint trick with you?” I shake my head. He gets up and pops two hard candy mints into his mouth. He settles back between my legs and starts sucking me. At first, I can’t feel anything. And then the tingle starts. It is a nice change. My piss slit is alive—in a very pleasant way. “I sometimes use more in my mouth, but that can get pretty intense.” He sucks me until they are totally dissolved. When I no longer feel them, we move to the sling. I eat his ass. I have some tricks of my own. I take a sip of my hot tea and lick him out. He groans. I do it again. “Hot…” he mumbles. So, I take a sip of cool water and force my now colder tongue into him. I hear him jerk his cock above me. I stop the temperature play and just dig into his delicious ass. In moments, I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times over the next two hours. I fuck him hard. I remember that he likes my hand on his throat. I clamp down and deprive him of air for a moment. I relax it and he gasps in pleasure. I pull out and bring my we cock to his mouth. He cranes around tastes his ass on my dick. I go back and push into his butt once more. I fuck him just as hard—this time three fingers are in his mouth and throat. He loves this just as much. He chokes slightly as I withdraw them. “Let me rim your ass,” he pleads. He doesn’t have to ask twice. We switch places. My legs go up on the chains. He kneels and inhales. “I love your scent,” he whispers. His tongue finds my pucker and he begins to lick. I close my eyes. I let him do whatever he wants with his tongue all over my perineum, balls and hole. He moans as he burrows in. I do, too. I take a hit of poppers and just let him work on me. “Would it be okay for you to sit on the rimseat?” I come back to reality. I get out of the sling and set it up. He lies on the thick mat, expectantly. I stand astride his chest. I sit down slowly, teasing him a little. He digs in the moment I settle. It feels so different here. He can go deeper. I let him do whatever he wants—as I sit there and watch the porn. Stroking my drooling dick. Finally, I stand up. “I want your ass on the bench.” He gets up and out from under the seat. He kneels, presenting that hot ass for my inspection. I rim him briefly, before I stand up and fuck. Then I rim. And fuck. He cleans my cock after the second fuck. I use his saliva to slip in a third time. “Are you up for something different?” I ask. He is. I get him in the sling. I go up to the freezer. I have been making a Devil’s Dick. I see that the tag on the bottle says 14 loads. But I am certain, that the last two I shot in it, didn’t get recorded. The condom has been hanging in my old vitamin bottle. PIC I go down and show him, explaining what it is. “I have 16 frozen loads for your ass.” I dangle the bulging condom full of cum in front of his face. PIC “Do they go in frozen?” I nod. I cut the condom, below the knot. I peel the latex off and begin to push the frozen nugget of cum into his hole. He pants, then concentrates on relaxing his hole—and it pops in. “I love feeling it melt on my cock,” I tell him. I push in. It’s there—and melting fast. I fuck him slowly, churning all those loads into his butt. I pull out and bring him my cum covered cock. He really loves, tasting it. And the thick plastic bottle has prevented freezer burn. It tastes like fresh cum. I go to his ass and kneel. I dig in. The melting cum is still slightly cool to my tongue. I lick him for a long time. I stand, lean across him and snowball some into his mouth. He takes it gratefully. I fuck him again, reveling in his jizz filled ass. He cleans my dick once more, before I catch the cum with my tongue that is dribbling from his ass. “I’m gonna get under the rimseat…” I do, the moment he is out of the sling. He sits on it. My tongue pokes into his cum flavored hole. I can certainly taste the jizz—but it is not dripping out of him as I expected. I poke and prod. He groans. And suddenly, I am rewarded. It’s an avalanche of cum slipping out of his ass and into my mouth. I moan. Keith can feel it flow out of him. He begins squeezing down, emptying his ass onto my tongue. I am awash in semen. It’s everywhere. In my mouth, and matted in my beard. I stop jerking myself—as I don’t want to shoot. When the flow stops, I clean up his ass. He suddenly stands—my tongue is so intense on his hole. “I want to shoot,” I tell him. “Me, too…” I get him in the sling. There is a lovely film of cum still in his hole for my fucking pleasure. Keith’s cock erects as I fuck. He grabs it and begins jerking. “Let me cum first,” he pleads. And he does, just moments later. He splatters his seed all over his stomach. I mop some up, and coat my cock with it. “Breed me!” And I do, in just a few more strokes. I love thinking about all the mingled loads in his ass. And I’m even more pleased, he doesn’t shower before getting dressed. He takes my load(s) home… The original, with a couple of pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Surprise for Keith October 16, 2024

I have been to a number of horse market events in America. I really love the prison twist!

Grand Rapids—September, 2024 I was having more sex the very next day. I had agreed to meet Osvaldo at the all gender party held at the nearest bathhouse. The last one, in August, had been fun, but not great (and not that well attended.) I wondered what another, just a month later, would bring… I get to town at 8pm, the start time of the party. I ditch my clothes in my locker and head to the play area upstairs. Osvaldo is here ahead of me. He is on his knees in front of a naked bear of a man. I nod to him and go find some porn to watch so he can finish up with the guy. There is an empty chair near the sling, and some decent porn. I pull out my cock and get it ready for him. Other men pass, but no one seems to want to suck me. The sexual energy of the place feels very low right now. Soon enough, Osvaldo finds me, all smiles. He goes to his knees and sucks, wiggling his plump ass at the man who stops to watch the action. Once I’m hard, I suggest he gets up on the fuck bench that is opposite the sling. He does. I spend a long time eating out his ass. It is warm and wet, still pristine from the shower. I stand up, smear some precum on his slightly open pucker with the head of my cock. I go back to my knees to eat him some more. “Fuck me, Papi!” he moans. The guy who has been watching us makes no move to Osvaldo’s mouth, but now sits in the chair I vacated. He gropes his crotch through his towel. I finally stand up and slide in. It’s always an easy entry into Osvaldo. He moans and tells me how much he’s missed my dick. I pick up the tempo of my fuck to give him just what he wants. “That’s it! Fuck my ass harder!!” I do. Another man, comes around the corner. His face registers disgust. (For what? That we are actually having sex in a bathhouse?) I fuck him harder. I suggest to our audience member that he let Osvaldo suck him as I fuck. But he does not move. So, I pull out and let Osvaldo hungrily clean my cock before fucking him a second time. We pause. I send Osvaldo to the medical table on the opposite side of the room, while I go back to my locker for my water bottle. When I join him, a white man of 30-something has him bent over the table and is giving him a jack rabbit fucking. The guy is hairy, everywhere except his head. He slams into him one last time and pulls out a dripping cock with a pronounced upward curve. Osvaldo spins around and cleans him up. He nods to me, but doesn’t take off. He watches me kneel and lick out Osvaldo’s ass. The guy has loaded him. I felch—and stand up, rampant, to fuck. The bald guy’s dick has not gone down. He strokes as I fuck in his cum. The cum in Osvaldo doesn’t froth with my fucking, but it’s just enough for a great ride. I pause, lick him out again—and ask the rampant bald guy if he’d like another turn. He does. He fucks him hard and fast once again. And shoots some more cum into Osvaldo. This time I clean his cock. I fuck in his load…and this time it covers my dick. Osvaldo savors the clean-up… * We can’t find anyone else to fuck him. There are a dozen Black men milling about. From snippets of conversations I hear, they all seem to be waiting to see if any women arrive. (There are at least two sets of male/female couples here, up in the event area, playing get-to-know-you games.) Osvaldo wants to film—so we go to his room. He sucks me on the narrow bed with the phone angled above us. I fuck him on film. In every position. This is my least favorite time, anytime we meet, but it is his major fetish. We end up with him riding me, his phone bouncing on the bed as much as he is. We go up to the sling. Usually, we get some onlookers. Tonight, men meander by and don’t linger for any length of time. I eat his hole, fuck it repeatedly and eat him out some more. Osvaldo and I take a break from each other. He goes off to look for cock. I wander. I find an attractive younger white man in the downstairs lounge. He is jerking, indifferently, to the porn there. He allows me to suck his cock for a moment—but then people arrive and he tells me to stop. A very large white woman comes in, escorted by two young Black men. A crowd of almost the entire population of the bathhouse follows them in—perhaps eighteen men. One of the black men fucks her on a mattress that is on the floor—while the other man works a dildo into the ass of the guy who is doing the fucking. They stop before the guy in the middle shoots. The crowd disperses… * I find Osvaldo. If he’s had any luck, he doesn’t tell me. But I am ready to get out of this crowd with such an odd sexual energy. We go back to the sling. Once Osvaldo is in, I eat his hole for the gazillionth time that night. “Fuck me,” he moans. I stand up and slide in. I don’t think anyone has been in his ass since I was there. My dick is dripping, thinking about loading him. “Will you piss in me, too?” I nod. I have been swilling a lot of water tonight. I pull out of him, eat his hole once more. As I stand up, the hot young man, who I had in my mouth earlier, comes in. He watches, stroking. “Do you want a turn?” I ask. He shakes his head. But I do like an audience. I fuck Osvaldo harder. And harder. He’s groaning, telling me how good it feels. How I’m the best top. How he can’t wait for my cum and piss. “Say that again.” “I want your cum inside me, Papi. Please…” That does it. I let go a quick volley of cum inside him. He has to feel my expanding cock head with each spurt. I hold still. He grinds down on my cock. “Don’t clamp down…” I whisper. He eases up…and the piss begins to flow. I can’t stop. More and more. I don’t think I have ever given him such a gut full. I love the expression of awe/disgust on our onlooker’s face. Still inside Osvaldo, my boot finds my towel and pulls it under the sling in case any piss leaks as I pull out. I slip my cock out of him. Ever the pro, Osvaldo keeps it all inside him. He races off to the shower, with his phone, to fill the geyser that will erupt out of his ass… * I wish I could share more of his pictures, but almost all of them have his face in them—as do the countless videos of him being fucked or squirting out a waterfall of my piss… The original, with two pictures of us, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Wants More October 12, 2024 Osvaldo had a great time after I left. Three of those horny Black men, who were waiting for women who never appeared, used his ass instead. All shot in in him. If we do this again, I know we’ll meet later in the evening.

The first time he did that, the load was massive, I was turned on!

The first cock in my mouth was my own. I was thin and long limbed as a teenager. I self-sucked for a number of years. Sometimes I went head over heels just for the cumshot in my mouth, so I had easier clean-up. I told my long-term partner about all this and he wanted to see me do it. I was now 21, but still flexible enough. I went head over heels--and he began eating my ass as I sucked myself. I shot really hard. We continued doing that for a few years...

Near Home—September, 2024 The night of my afternoon play date with GaryM I got a message. Braydon, the cubbish cum pig, was available Friday afternoon. Did I want to play? Yes. But then we couldn’t decide if we wanted to use the playroom (which he loved) or be at the bookstore for the chance to incorporate other men in our scene. The lure of additional cock using him proved the strongest… I arrive fifteen minutes before our appointed time. The parking lot holds a few cars, but not as many as usual for a Friday. I go in. There are four men in the room. And Braydon is one of them. He is on his knees, sucking the cock of the bearish guy with a shaved head who helped use him last time. They are in the corner by the gay screen, out of sight of the other two men. I sit next to them and unzip. Braydon looks up, nods and continues sucking the thick dick in front of him. I watch and stroke, patiently waiting my turn. Shaved Head pats him on the shoulder. He’s ready to fuck. Braydon gets up and pull out a chair into the middle of the of the room. He kneels on it, presenting his hairy ass to Shaved Head. I stand up and am ready to feed him. Shaved Head moves in. He can’t seem to find Braydon’s hole. SH’s cock wilts in the repeated attempts. “You fuck him,” he hisses as he comes around the man on the chair to get more attention from his mouth. I move. I push right into him, not bothering to rim. I can see that Shaved Head needs some visual stimulation. Braydon gasps around the dick in his mouth as my cock invades his ass. He feels great. Wet and ready. I fuck. My strokes are strong enough to push him a little forward—deeper on the man in his mouth. This seems to do the trick. Shaved Head is soon ready to fuck. We change places. The other two men in the room, hear the sex happening and move to where they can watch us. Shaved Head plows into Braydon. He is fucking him hard. With intent to shoot. “Give him what he wants,” I tell him, my voice low and coaxing. “He really wants your cum.” Shaved Head nods. I pull out and slap my dick on Braydon’s cheek. Shaved Head increases his speed. He is really going for it. “So close,” he grunts out. And in moments, as I stick my dick back in Braydon’s mouth, Shaved Head empties his balls into Braydon’s welcoming ass. He bucks into him half a dozen times. He stays in place for a moment, then pulls out. I move around. Shaved Head catches a drip of his cum and pushes it back into Braydon. He moves to let Braydon clean his dick. “I’m gonna fuck your cum deeper,” I announce. The two men watching unzip their flies and now openly stroke. I push into Braydon’s wet ass. I love the feel of the warm semen on my dick. I fuck him hard. Shaved Head can barely stand being in his mouth after he’s shot. He gets dressed in a hurry and leaves. I pull out and bring my cum coated cock to Braydon’s mouth. He cleans me up, hungry to taste the second hand jizz. I let him get every drop before I go back to fuck him another time. Braydon motions to the other two men, hoping they want some oral. “His mouth is available,” I chime in, but they don’t make a move. I fuck him a little harder this time. Then, I go to my knees and felch a little. There’s not a lot of cum left, but it’s the idea that is the turn on. I rim and swallow and moan almost as much as Braydon is now doing. I finally stand up, fuck him once more and have him clean my cock. I let him get off his knees. He goes to both men, asking if they need assistance. They just want to watch us… I sit, pulling my pants to my ankles. I put my feet up on the fuck chair in front of me. Braydon instantly knows what I’m doing. He crawls under my outstretched legs. I hunker down a little and my ass is exposed, ready for his tongue. He groans in the back of his throat in anticipation. And dives in. He loves to rim now. It has gone from experimentation to becoming something he really craves. His tongue pokes and prods and licks, leaving my hairy crack sopping wet. I mutter encouragement and moan myself when he digs in. I stroke my drooling dick. He comes up and licks my balls for a long moment. Then it’s back to my crack and hole. He finally comes up for air. He sees the bead of precum and licks my cock clean. “I want to fuck you again.” He crawls out from under my outstretched legs so I can stand up. He gets on the chair once more, his head facing the rest of the room, so his mouth is easily available. I lick his crack. And fuck. The two men watch us and stroke. The door opens. A man in his early 60’s with long, shoulder length hair and an Air Force cap comes in. He sees us. He stands in front of Braydon, and immediately unzips. He looks to me. “Let him suck you,” I tell him. “Both his holes are looking for cum.” This makes his just above average dick harden up completely. He feeds Braydon. “He loves dick at both ends,” I murmur. “You want his ass, too?” “Fuck, yes.” We stay where we are. I fuck a little harder, knowing a third cock will soon be in his ass. The guy is eager. He fucks Braydon’s mouth in time with me. “Let’s change.” He is eager. He is short—so he has to stand on his toes to get into Braydon. But he does. And groans. “He’s really wet.” “Always…” I move to Braydon’s head and let him fuck me. Soon Air Force is fucking him so hard, I pull out so Braydon can concentrate on the anal assault. I walk around and watch the man’s cock jack hammer into the ass in front of him. “He takes loads?” Air Force grunts out. “Absolutely. Why we’re here.” He picks up his tempo. “I’m gonna…” “Do it!” And he does. He erupts. Air Force spasms and shakes. He forgets to stand on his toes and goes to his feet, abruptly pulling out of Braydon. I go to my knees and clean his cock. He can’t believe it. He loves that I am doing it. When he is free of jizz, I lean into Braydon’s dripping butt. He watches, with real passion, as I lick up his seed dripping out of Braydon. I stand up. I can’t help grinning. It’s a great moment. Air Force slaps Braydon’s ass and takes off. I fuck him briefly, fucking all that cum deeper. I sit down. Braydon gives his knees a rest. One of the voyeurs goes to the rest room. The other, now alone, tells Braydon to suck his dick. He does. And gets rewarded, just as the other man returns. He sits down—and the moment the spent man leaves—offers Braydon his cock and cum, too. Braydon willingly takes it, making quick work of the second man. “I should fuck you again.” Braydon nods. He has saved some of the second load in his mouth. He coats my cock with it. I fuck it into him. The fresh jizz is great. I fuck him harder and harder. I know I’m close. We usually play a lot longer, but it feels so good with three loads in his ass that I can’t help but add the fourth. I tell him how hot his ass feels. The words do it. I am there. I slam into him and hold it in place as my balls unload everything they’ve got… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon: Both His Holes Are Looking for Cum October 10, 2025

I have had a couple people like that. You just never know.

My Playroom—September, 2024 It took a while for our schedules to mesh, but on the last Wednesday of the month, frequent commentor (and occasional post contributor to this blog) GaryM, returned to the playroom. He arrived right at our appointed hour. We hugged and went right down to the playroom. GaryM had brought toys. He began unpacking. There were two huge dildoes, one in gray and one in black, and a flexible shaft with a handle. Those three he gave me, saying he’d rather read about them used on others then to use them on himself. (I am sure they will appear as an Equipment Close-up at some point—but it will take the right ass for them to be used. Jake, are you reading this???) He also brought one he wanted me to use one him. It was The Chute from Topped Toys. We left it on the bed as GaryM, now stripped to a jockstrap, knelt in front of me as I sat on the fuck bench, my legs spread wide… He inhales the aroma from my stained jock. He tongues it a little, but my cock is growing fast enough that he peels back the pouch and begins licking the head of my dick. I watch it vanish into his mouth. He tongues it, probing it for pre-cum. Soon, he swallows most of the shaft. He holds it for a moment, then comes up panting for air. He does it all again, before I suggest he get up on the bench. I want my tongue in his hole. He climbs on and then pulls his knees up towards the mirror, lowering his ass to the perfect height. I lean in and get my first taste of his hole. My tongue begins to work him open. I lube myself with the coconut oil he has brought. His hole stays stubbornly tight. I use a lubed finger to help. Finally, I stand up and work my dick into him. His hole fights me a little—but my cock is victorious as it pushes into him. GaryM groans. I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out. GaryM groans again. His eyes are on the side mirror, watching my cock begin to pick up speed. My hips are soon slapping onto his ass cheeks with a delightfully wet sound. I slow and pull out. “Let me taste it,” he begs. I bring my cock to his mouth. He slurps loudly as he cleans me up—loving the mix of the coconut oil, his natural ass lube and my precum. He takes me to the root, then pulls back and spits on my cock head. I use his spit for round two of fucking. He’s still tight, but I can get back in much easier than the first round. I let him lick my cock of his juices after the second fuck, as well. We move to the sling. I get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel and eat out his fucked hole. My tongue baths his ravage ass lips, hoping I can relax them a little more. Soon enough, I am standing back up and drilling my coconut oil covered cock into him. He tries to watch the fuck in the mirror, but it’s too much—I watch his eyes roll up into the back of his head in pleasure. He comes back to earth when I pull out. I let him clean me here, too, though it’s never as easy in the sling. But he cranes his head around to get the job done. I want to open him up a little more. I try the speculum, but his hole is tight enough, it is not going to go into him comfortably. Instead, I use the smallest butt plug. That does the trick for the moment—I get into him more easily for the next fuck round. I reach for the reliable egg headed dildo with the small ribbed shaft. I grease it up. His hole takes it. Eventually. I pull the end of it down, then to the sides, seeing if I can get his hole to loosen up a little. It has always been a good toy to add my cock with it. But not today. GaryM actually winces as I try. I go to the bed and grease up the Chute. Maybe since it’s a familiar toy for him, it goes in easily. I work it in and out. I slide a greased finger into the chute of the Chute. GaryM likes that. I try two—that works, as well. I stand up and add my greased-up cock. It’s a tight fit with my thickness, but I slide into him with the toy in place. He loves the super full feeling of it—and the soft material of the toy combined with human flesh. I fuck him. But it can’t last for long. I am soon all but pushed out of his hole. “Let’s take a break so I can eat your ass,” GaryM suggests. I agree. I get up in the sling, giving him the mat for rimseat to kneel on. I start with my legs up on the chains. His tongue connects first to my balls. He spends some time there, but he can’t wait to get to my tight pucker. His tongue is all over it, before he begins drilling into me. I take a hit of poppers and relax. The pleasure just keeps coming. Finally, he pauses. I use the break to ask him to hand me the stirrups. I get one in place, at my knee, then fasten the hook behind my head on the D ring of the sling. Then the other leg. It raises my ass slightly and certainly spreads what ass cheeks I have, giving him even easier access. He dives in. I lose all track of time as he is making me feel really good with just his lips and relentless tonguing. I come back to reality, as my legs are telling me they aren’t used to this position. I need a break. I unclip the stirrups. GaryM stands and helps me up. He sits rather heavily on the bed. We talk about his tight hole. He doesn’t know why it is behaving the way it is. And I can tell he really isn’t feeling his normal self. He makes the decision we should stop… * I felt badly for him—though we’d played for an hour and twenty minutes. He has such a long drive to get here—but it was the responsible thing to do. The original post, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Arrives with Toys October 8, 2024

Near Home—September, 2024 I had no time or energy to play for a full six days after the events of the last two posts. My work gig was getting in the way. But it was done by the weekend—and I was back at the bookstore on that Monday. It was a day I didn’t usually go… As I pull into the parking lot, I see the male couple who take turns sucking as much cock as they can. They are finishing lunch in their car. I wave and go in. They follow. I sit and unzip. But I am not the first cock on their menu. There is an amazingly hot guy in his 30’s there. He is sitting by the gay screen. I sit next to him. He is bearded and covered in tats. One hand is on his own cock and his left is wrapped around the dick of a young man sitting on the other side of him. I guess they may be a couple. The bald one of the pair of cocksuckers makes a beeline to the tatted guy. He goes to his knees and replaces the guy’s hand with his mouth. Tatted Guy sighs. He sees my dick. He nods, eager to have it in his mouth. I stand up and oblige. He is not a great cocksucker, but I don’t care. He’s eager and hot. The bald partner makes way for his better half to take a turn. Tatted Guy thinks, just like I do, that the quiet one gives better head. In fact, in moments, Tatted Guy stops sucking me and gives up his load. I sit back down—but across from the young men. Tatted Guy keeps trying to stroke the other young man to full hardness. It’s not happening. Bald partner sucks my cock. As does his partner. They take a break back in parking lot after they have both had a taste of me. Tatted Guy finally convinces the other young man to stand up and let him suck him. I watch. It’s more with his left hand than with his mouth, but the cock in question is slowly hardening. Tatted Guy is also flogging his own spent dick. As he guides the young man into his mouth, his wanking hand makes a gesture towards me, inviting me to suck him. I get up and give him head. I get his soft cock halfway hard—which is likely more about his youth than my skill. I mean, he shot maybe twelve minutes ago. Tattec Guy stops sucking on the young man, but keeps jerking the guy’s cock. As I come up for air, the young man drools out a fraction of a load that Tatted Guy greedily licks off his fingers. Tatted Guy nods to me, does up his pants, and takes off. The young man sits down and looks at the gay porn. So, they aren’t a couple, I realize. The young man strokes his spent dick. The door opens. A man of 40 or so enters, wearing aviator sunglasses. He sits along the wall farthest from me. The cocksucking couple follow him in. Aviator makes a show of moving the glasses up to the top of his head and looks exclusively at the straight porn. Minutes pass. He likes what he’s seeing. The guy unzips and pulls out a good-sized cock. Bald Partner is right there. He asks if he’d like assistance with his erection. Aviator mumbles something, covering his dick with his hands. In seconds, he thinks better of it and spreads his legs wide. He moves his Aviator sunglasses back down on his face as Bald Partner begins to suck. The shyer partner comes over to watch. Bald Partner gives him a turn—and Aviator gives him a very verbal load. All three leave. The young stroker gets up and pisses in the rest room. He comes back and sits on my side, with a chair between us. His cock is still not hard, but he keeps going. We chat a little. Suddenly he murmurs out a very low key cum moan. He’s shot again—with seemingly no ejaculate. He smiles at me and takes off. I am alone with the porn. Which is good, at least. The door opens. It’s the big beefy guy with the shaved head who loves to fuck Braydon, the cum whore. He acknowledges me and sits where the hot tatted guy started things. He pulls out his phone. He scrolls and scrolls. The door opens again. It’s the shaggy haired boy that used to insist we take our sex to a closed booth. Well, no more. He comes right over and sits next to me, kneading his crotch. “Suck me.” My words sound louder than I mean them to. He gets up and kneels between my legs. This interests the beefy guy opposite. He actually puts his phone away. The young man has always been good with his mouth—and he is really working hard today. He wants my cum. Shaved Head unzips. He begins to stroke to the sex happening across from him. “Get my balls.” The young man pulls off my cock and begins licking the hairy sack. Shaved Head comes over to get a better view. He jerks his short, but thick cock as he watches the young man raise my nuts and begin to tongue under them. “Suck those balls,” he hisses, before waving his thick dick in my face. I lean forward and suck him. Years ago, this would have been a total deal breaker for the young man on his knees. Now he is turned on by seeing a hard cock in my mouth. He grabs his own cock through the fabric of his pants and manhandles it through the khaki. With my free hand I guide him back up to my cock. He takes me to the root as the guy in my mouth groans. I pull off his cock. “Suck him.” I tell the young man. “I want to see your mouth on his dick.” He hesitates for just a fraction of a second before he straightens up so his mouth is in line to take him in. He swallows him down. I watch, stroking my wet cock. He has left it sopping. “Take his dick,” I mumble. I lean forward and lick the man’s balls, but it’s awkward, so I stop—but keep on jerking myself. “Aw….fuck…” Shaved Head groans. “I’m gonna…” He is shooting his load before he can finish the sentence. The young man swallows it all down. Hungrily. The guy lets him get every drop out of his piss slit before he pulls out. “Stay on your knees,” I bark. I stand up. I push my cock into his cum filled mouth. Spunk is on his chin—and now it’s on my balls. I face fuck him for only a few strokes before I am giving him a second load. He groans, takes it, swallowing it all. I pull out, pushing his cummy face into my balls, giving my cock a moment to not feel so super sensitive. He licks the stray cum off my nuts. I pant—and let go of him, letting him clean my drooling dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: His Cum Filled Mouth October 4, 2024

Near Home—September, 2024 The post today is slightly different. It is not something I experienced, but a scene I watched play out during the trip to the bookstore that I detailed in the last post—where the fun cocksucker was working the room. If you haven’t read it, you should read it before this one. The fun cocksucker has just gone down on me. My attention is on him. I am watching the back of his head move on me. But eventually, I scope out the room. Across from me is a man I’d place at a little older than me. Even sitting, he looks tall, with lots of leg sprawl. His skin tone is Mediterranean. The once black hair has streaks of white in it, as does his beard. His nose is prominent. There is a bulge in his designer jeans that he kneads occasionally. Near him is man of around 50, who looks like he came directly from his job at the bank, leaving his suit coat and tie in the car. The dome of his head is shiny; the fringe of hair that’s left is cut neatly. He is wearing suit pants and highly shined oxfords. His hands are folded across his lap as he watches the gay porn. My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls. I sigh and tell him how much I like that. The Latino begins fucking the Talker as the Talker sucks The Voyeur. The Banker does not want to be near this. He comes over and sits next to me. He watches the gay porn, to his left, and not me and my cocksucker to his right. He is giving off a vibe that the porn is great, but the actual sex happening in the room is distasteful. As soon as he seems settled, the Greek moves, too. He sits in the row of chairs across from us, and right next to the screen—what should be in the line of vision of the Banker. But the Banker only looks at the screen. Always. We take a break. The cocksucker is now getting his cock sucked and I am enjoying the porn and the live show. The Greek stands up. He unzips. He takes out his cock. It is thick and uncut, but not particularly long. It gets hard the moment it is free of clothing. He stands for a moment touching himself, before sitting down again. The Banker has to have seen this with his peripheral vision, but does not acknowledge it. The Greek lazily jerks his cock. My cocksucker is back on me. The Greek stands up again. He moves across so he is at the end of our row of seats. There is space there to lean against the same wall that the screen is on. He does and begins to jerk his big dick a little faster. The Banker’s eyes never waver from the screen. When the good cocksucker takes another break, I go and lick the Voyeur’s balls. He is sitting across from me. I spend some quality time with his fragrant nuts. I hear chairs squeak as they are moved around, but continue licking. When I come up for air, I see the Greek has moved a chair so it is against the wall where he had been standing. He is now maybe two feet from the Banker’s seat. His angry dick is pointed right at the man who is actively ignoring him. The Voyeur leaves. I stay there and watch both films (and the good cocksucker being sucked by the guy who does guys just once.) I can’t keep my eyes off the two men across from me. As I watch, the Greek steps in. He’s now a foot away. The hand jerking his cock is no more than eight inches from the Banker’s ear. He is ignored. I watch the videos. And the guys being sucked. And the Banker. The Greek steps in again. His wet cock is placed on cheek of the man in the suit pants. The Banker freezes. He closes his eyes. He is facing straight ahead, not at the screen. His face is totally inscrutable. I stop watching the porn altogether. The Greek stands stock still. No thrusting, no jerking, just his very hard cock resting there, oozing precum. The Banker finally opens his eyes. He sees me looking at him. He closes them again. A long moment. The eyes open and his head turns. Just enough to take that thick cock into his mouth. He closes his eyes again. The Greek begins the slowest thrusting into his face I have ever seen. Barely moving. But definitely sawing that penis back and forth. All the while the Banker keeps his hands in his lap. His pants never mound. He just takes the cock. Over the over. The Greek reaches out. His hand finds the back of the man’s head. He holds him there as he orgasms. The Banker doesn’t really struggle, but he couldn’t pull off even if he wanted to. The Greek adds a second hand, holding him in place. Making the Banker swallow his load. I can’t stop watching them. The Greek pulls out of the Banker’s mouth. He wipes the tip of his cock across the man’s cheek and leaves the room. The Banker sits. Staring at the porn. But I don’t think he is seeing it. His face is once again a mask. Happy? Satisfied? Disgusted? I can’t tell. In about three minutes he gets up and locks himself in the restroom… * So many questions. Did they know each other before this? Maybe they met online and agreed to this scene? Or did the Greek really sus out the room correctly and find the guy who would give him what he wanted after a mental struggle? Any number of men there would have sucked the Greek willingly. Who he ignored. Once again, I find how we have sex endlessly fascinating… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Banker and the Greek October 2, 2024

Near Home—September, 2024 I finally had someone coming to the playroom—and then he cancelled at the last minute, with a questionably generic excuse. I found myself, instead, at the bookstore. It proved an eventful Tuesday afternoon… The lot is half full. Encouraging. I go in and there are almost a dozen men watching the two screens. A good-looking white guy in his 40’s is giving head to an older man. He doesn’t stop with my entrance. I like that. He’s dedicated and doesn’t care. I sit nearby, unzip. I pull out and stroke myself to hardness while watching this guy work the average sized cock in front of him. Soon enough, the guy is getting his mouth filled with cum. He swallows and cleans the guy up. He then crawls over to me. “Nice…” he hisses as he looks at my cock, holding me by the balls. He takes me into his mouth. Fuck, he’s great. Just what I want in a cocksucker. He’s instinctive. And he reacts to the cues I give off. He is not a deep throat specialist; he uses those skills sparingly. After a great ten minutes of sucking, I tell him I am loving it, but I can’t cum easily. “Cum is just something fun. If I get it, great, but I love the sucking.” I nod in agreement and let him keep working my shaft and my balls. As he keeps sucking me, I notice the Voyeur is in the row of chairs against the far wall. We nod to each other. In moments, the Talker, sitting near him, turns his baseball cap around, kneels and begins sucking the Voyeur. The cross-dressing Latino, today in men’s attire, is watching them. He goes behind the Talker, reaches around and undoes his pants, pulling them down and exposing the Talker’s ass. He puts a condom on himself and fucks the Talker, who never misses a beat in sucking the Voyeur’s dick. He pumps into the Talker with a fast and furious stroke. Soon he groans out his orgasm. I had no idea the Talker liked getting fucked. Watch and learn… The man on my dick finally takes a break. He stands up. One of the oldest men there has been watching him, hungrily. My cocksucker opens his fly, taking out a bigger than average cock, and let’s the older man go down on him. At the same time, I hear the Voyeur groan out his climax. He crosses the room to wash up and the Talker all but runs out the main door. I watch the straight video. The cocksucker of the day is soon back on me for round two. “Been doing this since I was ten,” he tells me before taking me to the root. He spends another ten minutes on my hard cock and balls. He sits next to me. His cock out. I ask if I should return the favor. I kneel and he moves me from his cock to his heavy balls. I lick and suck on those. Only stopping when he gets up and moves to go suck the cock of a man who just walked in… * The Voyeur hasn’t left. He beckons me over to suck his cock. Try as I might, I can’t get it to stand up again, so soon after he shot. I work his huge balls instead. He loves this. I even lift them and work my tongue under them. He groans. I suck each one, carefully, into my mouth. I only stop when he gets a text—his phone sounding incredibly loud in the dim room. He goes to the restroom to answer it—and moments later is out the main door. I sit back down in my chair. The man who is rumored to only suck guy’s off once and never touch them again is sucking the dick of my new cocksucker and another man, young and hot, going back and forth between them. The good cocksucker beckons me to join them—but I know I’d be ignored by the guy sucking. So, I smile and nod and watch the video. I stroke. A semi-regular walks in. He’s tall, Black, late 30’s with his hair pulled into a tight man-bun. He is well built and showing it off in a tight tee and shorts. He is covered in really good ink. He nods to me as he goes by. He sits in the chair closest to the gay screen. He kneads the mound in his shorts. When I turn to look at him, he unzips and pulls out his cock—which grows into a hot seven incher. He looks at the screen. He looks at me. He nods. I go over. “Hopin’ you were here,” he murmurs as he takes his hand off his now erect cock. He’s been outside in the sun. He’s warm to the touch and the fresh sweat on his balls is intoxicating. I start there. He sighs, jerking his cock as I lick the full orbs. I inhale deeply, loving his scent. I work up—replacing his hand with my mouth. “You always make me cum so fast…” he murmurs. I just keep going. He moans—loudly this time. I know the good cocksucker is watching us as Mr. One Time Only has left him alone to concentrate on the hot young man. In another few flicks of my tongue, I have this hot man convulsing in my mouth. He shudders and shakes—but his balls seem to be all but empty. I don’t mind at all—he is rubbing my cropped head, before holding it tight. He eases me off his over stimulated dick, thanking me, and pulling himself together as I get up. He takes off. An expensive seven minutes… * I stroke. The good cocksucker is now sitting in the same chair where the guy in the man-bun dry orgasmed. I go over. He leans in and sucks my cock as I stand in front of him. The change of my standing and not sitting (and the two hours of play) is making me think I could shoot. I grab his head and begin face fucking him. He groans. He stops stroking himself to concentrate on me. I pant. He moans. And in moments I am shooting. The first spurt is in his mouth, but his tongue is too much for me. I pull out and use my hand to make myself shoot four or five more blasts. He sticks his tongue out to catch it all. Some lands there, but at least one shot of jizz lands on his nose and runs down to his full lips. He licks it up lasciviously, before spitting it into his hand to use as lube as he jerks his own dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A New Cocksucker Works the Room September 30, 2024

My Playroom—September, 2024 I rarely check the most vanilla hook-up site to which, for some unknown reason, I still have an account. But I did, sometime in July. I deleted all the ads in my inbox. Then I took out all the handsome young men in Eastern Europe who just knew I was the man of their dreams—but needed some money to get to America. I was left with two messages. Neither sender had pictures or much of a profile. Not even what turned them on. One was from Montana. I returned his “hello.” The other was local. He, at least, wrote something: “I want that big cock in my ass.” I wrote back that I was rarely on this site. He would have a better chance of finding me at the local bookstore than to try to arrange a meeting on here. I clicked ‘send’ and thought no more about it. I signed in again, a month or so later. The same man sent me a follow up message: “great fuck in the video room i want your raw dick in me again” With no picture, I still had no idea who he was, but I had liked his look enough to fuck him there, so I sent him my sex email address. He answered promptly. We set up a playroom date, for a Monday in the middle of September, while his wife was out of town. I still had no idea who would ring the doorbell… I hear the chime just as I am setting out the water pitcher and mug in the playroom. I go up and answer the door. Miller is all smiles as I let him in. He is short, my age, and rather thin and willowy. He has a full head of grey hair and a clean-shaven face. He looks vaguely familiar, but I’m still not sure what we did at the bookstore. He comes in and tells me that he loved how I just bent him over and took his ass in front of two other men. I am sure he’s telling the truth, but I can’t match him with any of the August hook ups I wrote about… We go down and he strips down. I am in my bathrobe with my jock and boots underneath. I hang it on the door knob, as he puts his clothes on the chair. We are both in pretty good shape for our age. I suggest he keep his socks on as the concrete floor is cool. He looks around at all the equipment and the shelf-full of toys. “Where to even begin…?” He’s nervous. I tell him to take a seat on the bed. I tell him I am not going to do anything he doesn’t want. I will stop immediately if something doesn’t feel good. That this is a ‘get acquainted fuck’ to see where we want to go from here. This seems to quiet his nerves. I move to him, my crotch right in his face. “Get my cock hard.” He inhales the aroma of the jock. He sighs. He licks at the pouch, which surprises me. He pulls it aside and begins licking the shaft, my balls and finally the drooling head. He makes little mewling sounds of enjoyment as he does it. He opens up and takes two thirds of my shaft into his mouth. Repeatedly. Coming up for air, after each time. “Get it good and wet for your ass.” He works hard at it. He is not an experienced cock sucker, but he likes doing it. It makes his own cock stand up. “I want your ass. Do you want to be on your back or on your knees?” indicating the sling and then the bench. He opts for the sling. He gets in quite easily, though he tells me he has never been in one before. He lies back. He instantly notices the mirror above him. He asks me to retrieve his poppers that he left on the bed. I hand them to him before I kneel. His ass is incredibly responsive to first, my fingers running down the crack—and then my tongue burrowing into him. (As with all married men, I had talked clean out with him in our email exchange. He assured me he knew how to do it for my big dick.) I get him good and wet. I grease up as I eat him out. “Stick that big cock in me.” “Raw?” “Only way…” I go back to rimming as I hear him take a large hit of poppers. I stand up as the cap goes back on. My cockhead finds his pucker and I push in. I glide in easily. Miller groans out his pleasure. He knows how to work his ass. He works hard to give me an enjoyable first fuck. I vary my speed—starting with a nice middle of the road fuck tempo. He eggs me on, telling me his ass can take it. I speed up. He loves the sound of my testicles slapping his ass. I only slow down so he can take another hit of poppers. I eat his freshly fucked hole. He is wonderfully wet. I tell him how good he tastes. I fuck him again. Slower this time. His nose is buried in the brown bottle. I suggest he try the fuck bench. Miller likes this idea. I help him out and he kneels on the bench. I tell him how to pull his knees forward to get his ass in position. He moves and is perfectly lined up for another hard fucking. I eat him out again as he opens the poppers. I fuck him the moment I know they are capped. His eyes find the mirror to the side. He can’t get over the fact that he gets to see my dick invade his soft ass. And this time, when I pull out, he says: “Let me taste it!” Another barrier down. I bring it to him and he loves the taste of his hole on my cock. He covers me in spit—and I stick it all back in his ass. He poppers up and I fuck him hard enough for the bench to move slightly. We take a break and I get him some water from the pitcher. “I’m going to get in the sling,” I tell him. “I want you to lick my balls and the cock ring under them.” I set up the mat for the rimseat to give his knees extra padding before jumping in. I keep my legs up on the chains. He kneels and obediently does just what I asked him to do. It feels great. But there is no exploratory tonguing closer to my hole. “We should trade places.” I finally murmur. We do. I eat his hole. I fuck it hard. He is poppered up the entire time he is in the sling. His hole is gaping now. He can’t quite close it. He loves reaching down and feeling the change my dick has made. “There is one more piece of equipment we should use.” I pull out the rimseat and set it up. The expression of slight puzzlement on his face is enough for me to know he’s never used one. I explain he just has to sit. I get under and he gingerly sits down. The moment my tongue goes into his gape, he is delighted. I hear the poppers open. Miller is panting. I eat his juicy hole, the gape allowing me to go even deeper than usual. I lick and spit. “I don’t mind if you use your teeth,” he whispers. I find his engorged ass lips and lightly chew them. He groans. “Keep doing that. So hot…” We only stop when he realizes his hole is becoming tender. “Can I still breed you?” “Can you fuck me, pull out and shoot on my face?” I agree, helping him back in the sling. I slide into his wet, gaping hole. He huffs again. I take his bottle from him and take a hit. They are strong—and take me over the edge. I fuck hard. And fast. I pull out just in time to take two steps to the side and cover his face and open mouth. The first spurt hits his forehead. The next three land in his mouth. He savors and swallows. He moves to suck my dick. I hold him off my wilting, dripping cock for another 30 seconds, before I let him clean it to his heart’s content… * He loved everything we did. And apologized for over using the poppers. I was pleased he had really read my profile. He is intrigued by fisting and watersports. I am sure he will be back… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Want Your Dick in Me Again" September 27, 2024

Just found a short interview on his Facebook. He seems to be condom only....damn...

Near Home—September, 2024 After the great asses of the last post, I wanted more. I went back just a few days later, looking to see who was around. It was a Saturday afternoon. This time it wasn’t great butts on offer, but some amazing throat skills that left me very happy… I park and as I’m headed to the entrance, I’m stopped by one of the busiest cocksuckers here. He leans in to me and says: “There’s a guy here you need to let do you.” “Oh?” “He’s sitting against the side wall. Dark hair, good looking. Guys are telling me his throat is amazing.” I thank him and go in. There are maybe half a dozen men here. And there is a man, sitting alone on the side wall, who I don’t recognize. I nod to him. He pays no attention. I sit on the far wall, so we are across from each other. I unzip and stroke myself to full erection. I notice there are a pair of men playing in the corner closest to the gay video screen. One is on his knees and sucking the seated man. Other men have their cocks out or are kneading bulges in their pants. The guy with the skills is now looking right at me. I nod again. He looks away at the screen. I do the same. I stroke to the video. I get up and piss in the restroom. When I come back, I sit a chair away from the guy. He can’t take my eyes off my hard cock. In moments, he slips to the floor and devours me. He has great tongue work—but in another few minutes, he shows me his real skill. He takes me to the root absolutely effortlessly. Again and again. And his tongue never stops when he comes up between the deep throatings. He’s incredible. It feels super tight when I am lodged all the way down his throat, but it’s not uncomfortable like I can find it with many men. He finally breaks for air. He sits next to me and becomes chatty. He used to have a terrible gag reflex and he worked hard to fix it. (I tell him he should be proud of that.) He is just passing through Michigan on his way home and stopped to suck as much cock as he could. I apologize that I’m not easy to get off, but he says it’s not about the load for him, it’s the stretch. He’s happy to take the cum if it happens, but it’s not why he does it. And to make his point, he slips to the floor and spends the next 10 minutes taking me to the root repeatedly. And he even licks my balls. He sucks me for a good 45 minutes, with lots of mini breaks for some water. When a new guy comes in, I tell him to feel free to investigate. He goes off and is soon kneeling between the guy’s spread legs. And I have a new man on my cock. He’s been watching all the deep throating and now that the guy has moved off, he’s here. He kneels. His hands go behind his back as his tongue touches my dick head. He can’t take me deeply and doesn’t really try. But his tongue is active—and it’s his ‘born to serve’ attitude that is a huge turn on. After the first few moments, he asks for instruction. I tell him to start with my balls and not leave them until they are soaking. He does just what I ask. I give him permission to lick up the shaft. He follows my directions to the letter. His tongue feels great, but it’s the tiniest servile moan that really turns me on. My cock is juicing. I tell him to lick it all off and swallow it. He does. With great pleasure. The Deep Throater comes back. He sits near us and watches. (He never takes his cock out in the two hours I am around him.) My servile boy (who is pushing 40, with a receding hair line, and a body that had once been gym built, but has gone soft) becomes self-conscious. He gets up and sits down on my other side. DT goes back down on me. He shows off a little for the other cock sucker. I gasp as he takes me deep and milks me with his throat muscles. He comes up, grins at the cock sucker and does it again. Then he goes off to see if he can get on a young bearded man who just walked in. I have round two with my servile boy. I undo my belt and drop my pants to around my ankles. I tell him to lick under my balls—to get his tongue between my nut sack and the metal cock ring. He does it—loving to be given a task. I don’t let him back to my cock for a long time—I am more than happy to lightly stroke it as he keeps licking. I idly notice that the bearded boy is a grower. He dropped his pants, revealing a tiny little dick, but it has grown to almost seven inches—and Deep Throater is there. He is making the younger man very happy. I tell my boy, his hands still behind his back, that he can now lick up my cock shaft to the wet head. He does. Slowly. And with tons of spit. He takes me into his mouth. I know he wants my load after all this—but I’m just not there. I’m having too much fun. He squirms oddly as he is sucking. “Do you need to get off your knees?” I ask. He reluctantly says yes. He moves back across the room. Watching Deep Throater bring the young bearded man over to me. “I told him he should try your cock on for size,” Deep Throater chuckles softly. The Bearded Guy, nicely built, maybe 35, with a hipster length beard, kneels and gives me good head. He can’t beat the two that have gone before, but his enthusiasm is fabulous. And his beard is great on my wet balls. He grunts and moans out his pleasure at sucking a bigger cock. He is jerking like crazy. Suddenly he is off me and stands. “Want my load?” I lean in and am treated to the massive amount of semen of those under 40. He thanks me for both my dick and my willingness to take him as he zips up and leaves. Deep Throater does one more round on my cock, but I know I’m not going to blow a load easily now. I thank him and wish him good travels and head home for dinner, just as satisfied as if I’d fed him… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Three Men and a Dick September 25, 2024

Your ass looks like the perfect hole to do just that!

Near Home—September, 2024 I had no play time for 10 days straight. My balls ached for release—but I was too busy to even jerk a load out. I suddenly had free time on a Thursday afternoon. I took it. Somebody up there was looking out for me… The parking lot of my local bookstore is all but empty. I sigh. But at this point, good porn will suffice. I pay and go into the theatre. The only occupant seems to be a very old man who is asleep in the corner near the gay screen. I sit. The straight porn is full of three big dicked men demanding a young woman please them all. I stroke. The restroom door opens. It’s the Voyeur. He sits in the corner, a few chairs away from me and gets his dick out. We jerk. Eventually I get the nod. I go over and suck his dick. I start on his fragrant ball sack. He moans and reaches down to guide my head up his shaft. I lick his head a lot before I swallow him down. He takes delight in forcing the last half-inch into me so that it makes me gag around his entire shaft. He does it twice before the door opens. A good-looking white guy, somewhere between 35 and 40, comes in. He is blond and thickly built. I vaguely recognize him. He sits in the chair I vacated. He watches me suck dick—and then moves over next to us. His thick dick is out, but not hard. The Voyeur pushes me over onto his cock. I suck it but I can’t get it much harder. The Voyeur has whispered something in the guy’s ear, which I can’t hear. But I hear the guy say ‘Yes.’ The Voyeur clears his throat and I look up. “I want to see you fuck him,” he tells me. “He wants your big cock raw.” I stand up. So does the blond. He pulls off his shorts and underwear. It’s a thick, hairy ass. He bends over, holding onto the chair handles. Seeing that ass, I now remember him. I used to fuck him in the back corner of the gay theatre. I kneel and begin eating out his hairy crack. The Voyeur stands up. He loves to watch me fuck. He beats his black shaft as hard as he can. It quickly begins precumming. I lean over and lick up his pre-jizz and tongue it in the thick ass in front of me. Both men groan, realizing what I’ve done. “Fuck him hard. You know he loves your cock.” Has the Voyeur seen me fuck him before? Maybe. I don’t care. I just want to get this hole relaxed and open. With each thrust of my tongue, the Blond is getting looser. He groans—and hits his bottle of poppers. It does just what it’s supposed to do—his hole flowers open for me. I eat his full ass lips for a moment, before standing up. My cock is rampant and drooling. I push into him. He groans. The Voyeur steps closer and watches my cock invade the guy’s ass inch by inch. I bottom out. “Fuck, you feel even bigger than that thing looks.” I grin at the Voyeur and hold a moment. Then I begin a slow pump. The guy grabs his soft cock and begins pulling on it. I pick up the tempo. It feels like it’s been forever since I fucked an ass. I love seeing my shaft pump between his very pronounced ass lips. They cling to me on every backstroke. I am building to full speed. I suddenly pull out and slap my cock on his ass cheeks. The Voyeur groans—seeing my angry red dick lie there for a millisecond, before I shove it back into him. “Breed him,” the Voyeur whispers. “You want cum in your ass?” “You know I do. Fuck it deep…” I really could shoot, after all the days of no sex at all. I start driving at full speed. “Do it…” the Voyeur breathes. “Fill him up.” I grunt. My cock spasms. I shoot one or two spurts into him. He pulls off me and spins around to suck my cock. He cleans me up. I am surprised I can let him do it so easily—none of that every nerve ending on edge feeling. The guy thanks me and takes off. The Voyeur hugs me and does the same. I am still hard. Once again, my balls spat out semen, but didn’t take me over the top. I sit and stroke. Time passes. I am on the edge of leaving when the door opens. Two people come in. One is a guy in his 30’s with reddish hair, thickly built and wearing a ballcap. The other is early 20’s, tall and willowy. I look again at the tall one. Shoulder length hair. A tight white tee and ripped Daisy Dukes shorts. Sandals. He, and I am now pretty sure he is a he, is the most androgynous person I have seen here. He is not a cross dresser—but just dresses perfectly for his feminine appearance. And he has his eyes glued to my hard cock. He steps out of his sandals. He slithers out of his shorts, down to pink lacey thong panties, hiding his small dick. “Daddy, let me suck that.” Without waiting for an answer, he is on all fours and sucking my cock. His ass wiggles as he sucks. I am pretty sure I will be up another ass in mere moments. Ball Cap guy strokes to the sex—wanting some himself. The young man comes up for air. “I need to sit on this, Daddy. May I?” He stands up. I lube my cock. He turns and carefully impales himself. He slides down carefully, looking at Ball Cap guy jerking furiously. He’s tight. But experienced for this age. He begins working his ass, clenching down on me with each stroke. I let him do all the work. I just sit there, so glad I didn’t fully get off before. His legs eventually tire and he reluctantly pulls off me. “I want to fuck you bent over,” I tell him. He bends, using the same chair I had just railed the Blond’s fat ass in. “Will that make you shoot in me, Daddy?” I don’t answer, I go to my knees, pull aside the pink thong and eat out the hole that I just fucked. The difference in the age of the skin is remarkable between the two asses I have had my face buried in today. He is so soft and hairless. Everywhere. I stand up. I slap my cock on his upturned ass. Ball Cap stands up to watch me slide in. I push into the tight little hole, stretching it wide. “Oh, Daddy! Knock me up!” I begin to fuck. I force myself to go slow. My cock splits this thin guy in two. “I want your load so much…” I begin fucking faster. Ball Cap tries to move so that he could get his cock sucked at the same time, but my boy doesn’t take the hint. He is only thinking of me. “Fill my boi-pussy up! Breed me!!” I am fucking at top speed now. And I know my cock will erupt at any moment. “Here it is,” I pant. “Take it!” And I cum. Everything in my balls is emptied into this tight, androgynous boy. He groans and milks my cock for all he can. I finally pull out and wipe the last drop on his once tight pucker. He reaches back and pushes it into his ass, before licking his finger clean… * Phone numbers were exchanged. The idea of the sling excited both of us… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Oh, Daddy! Knock Me Up!!” September 23, 2024