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    KIeran Does the Unexpected

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—August, 2024
    As August wound down, Kieran and I finally found a date for him to come to the playroom—one that worked for both of us.  We had made numerous attempts, but our schedules had never aligned—or when they did, he had needed to cancel as family matters arose. 
    Now, he was headed my way on this Wednesday afternoon.  It had only been four days since I’d given Osvaldo all of my cum and piss, but, with my increased work schedule, the stress of it went right to my balls, making them ache for release…
     
    Kieran comes in the door, right at noon.  He is in a jovial mood.  “I really need your cock,” he tells me as we go down to the playroom.  I have not bothered to get dressed today.  I had just added my jock and boots to my bathrobe before he knocked on the door.  Kieran strips and tosses his clothes on the chair.  “Now let me suck that big thing.”  He sits, fully naked, on the edge of the single bed.  He’s a big man, but his farm work helps keep him in shape.
    I walk over after hanging my robe on the doorknob.  My cock is mounding in the stained and aromatic jock.  Kieran reaches for my hips and pulls me closer, nuzzling the jock.  He seems to appreciate the aroma of sex emanating from it.  He pulls it aside and my cock dangles inches from his face.  It continues to harden, slapping his chin as it erects.
    He takes me into his mouth with a slight moan at the back of his throat.  He really is an expert cocksucker.  He has told me he sucked dick as a young man but stopped for a long time after his marriage.  But the need for cock in his mouth never went away—and he eventually found men on the sly who needed his skills.  His tongue moves continually.  It feels thicker than some—making moves like the constant probing of my piss slit feel even better.
    I am precumming like crazy.  I can feel it ooze out of me.  Kieran is hungry.  He swallows every drop or, occasionally, swirls it all over my cockhead.  Suddenly, he goes for depth.   He takes me to the hilt, making himself gag on purpose.  He pulls off me so I can see the long strands of deepthroat spit connecting us.  His finger twirls them around my dick before he takes me back into his mouth.  He sucks the head and uses his tongue to clean the shaft of all the excess juice before he does it again.  And then once more.
    “Lay down on the bed so I can get your balls.”
    He doesn’t have to ask twice.  I lie down, propped up slightly with the pillows.  He just has room to kneel between my splayed legs.  That thick tongue is all over my big balls.  Kieran leaves trails of spittle of them—simply so he can come back and lick them all up.  He gently sucks one and then the other into his mouth.  He is careful not to do both together.  He lifts them and licks my cock ring and the skin below it.  He moves slightly down my perineum and back up again.  He suckles each ball once more, before once again taking my dripping shaft down his throat.
    He finally comes up for air.  But just for a moment.  He can’t stop sucking me.
    And I’m not going to tell him to stop.
    “My ass is hungry for this dick, too.”
    I suggest the sling as I know being on his knees, even with the padding of the fuck bench, is harder for him.  I remember to attach one of the sets of chains to the middle of top frame, to give Kieran something to hang onto as he rolls back onto the sling.  It’s high for my leg height—and he is a shorter man, so it’s awkward.  He gets his legs on the chains and forgoes the stirrups.
    I go to my knees and eat his thick ass.  I have to pull his cheeks apart to get my tongue on his ruined hole.  He uses toys on himself—and rarely gets the real thing.   I lick him for a bit—surprisingly more for my pleasure than his—before I stand up and slide in.
    Kieran groans.  His eyes connect with the mirror.  He watches my slow fuck into his ass. “Damn, that feels good.”  He groans again as I increase the speed.  “So damn tired of toys…”
    Now, he closes his eyes.  I can see the pleasure on his face.  It registers each stroke of my dick.  Over and over. 
    I pull out.  I kneel and eat his hole again.  He moans this time.  Maybe my dick has woken up those nerve endings.  “Fuck me some more.”
    I stand up and push in.  Again, he watches the fuck.  “I want you to load my ass.”
    Amazingly, I find I could give him my cum fairly quickly.  I consider: I know he’s not crazy about my rimming him.  He has said in the past he doesn’t want any of my toys.  We can’t switch positions, comfortably, to the fuck bench…Why not shoot?
    I pick up the pace.  “I’m gonna cum in you.”
    “Fuck, yes!”
    I begin to pant.  “Your mouth got me really hot.”  That is certainly the truth.
    “Give it to me, then…”
    I close my eyes as I keep pumping.  I can’t believe I’m shooting this fast, but suddenly I am.  I fire off a volley or five or six shots of jizz.  I grab the top of the sling frame and hold on, closing my eyes.  His ass squeezes down on my cock, milking out the final drop.
    Eventually, I return to reality and pull out.  I grab a towel and wipe him down.
    “Do you want to get off?”
    He considers.  “Not today.  I just want to feel your cum inside me for a while….”
    He dresses and leaves—full of my load.
    I can’t quite believe that I shot so fast, but I am more than ready to make lunch…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Does the Unexpected    September 14, 2024
  2. FelchingPisser

    Osvaldo Takes the Loads

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Grand Rapids—August, 2024
     
    On Saturday night I continued my weekend devoted to sex.  Osvaldo, the young man who loves to get bred by multiple daddies and who loves to video the act, had been after me to come up to the big city again.  This was the perfect day to see him as it was All Gender Night at the bathhouse there, insuring a crowd.
    We agreed to meet at 8:30pm.  I was a little early.  And so was he. I had stripped to jock, boots and wrist band, with my towel over my shoulder.  I went upstairs to the play area—and there he was giving a seated daddy some head…
     
    He gets up and gives me a hug.  The daddy moves away, so I lead Osvaldo to a dark alcove where bisexual porn is playing.  There are some chairs here and a very tall medical exam table.  A handsome, tatted, late 30’s white guy is getting head from a man my age.  I bend Osvaldo over, so his chest is on the table top.  I kneel and begin eating out his plump ass.  He moans.  I have positioned him so he can watch the other two men.  Osvaldo moans again and grinds his ass into my face.  I switch back and forth from fucking him with my tongue to grinding my bearded chin into his hole.
    “Fuck me, Papi!”  I reluctantly stand up.  My greased clock slides into his welcoming, wet hole.  Across from us, I am pleased to see the older guy is now riding the cock of the tatted guy, bouncing hard on it.  My hand smacks Osvaldo’s full ass.  The sound fills in the small space—and brings in a couple of towel clad men to watch the rutting.
    I pull out and taste his hole once more.  Just a quick lick—and my cock is back up him.  I fuck him hard and fast.
    Tatted guy turns to me.  “Wanna switch?”
    Both bottoms are eager for this.  I pull out as the older man stands up.  He bends over the back of a chair for me.  Osvaldo stays in place.  I love seeing him take cock.  I sink into the older guy’s stretched hole.  Tatted guy delivers a very hard fuck, making Osvaldo pant.
    Just as suddenly, he stops and walks away.  The older guy asks if I’m going to load him.  I tell him I won’t be doing that to anybody for another three hours…
    He pulls off me and goes to suck some cock in the main porn viewing area.  I hunker down behind Osvaldo to taste his hole after the tatted guy’s fuck.  He is wonderfully wet.  Eventually, I stand up and fuck him a little more, before we head to the fuck bench area.
    A very large young man is sitting on an ottoman behind the bench.  Instantly, Osvaldo is on his knees and begins to suck him.  I kneel and fuck Osvaldo, giving the young man a wonderful view of my dick going into his ass.  But the floor is hard.  I suggest we move to the bench.  Osvaldo positions himself on it.  The young guy stands to feed him his cock.  I do a quick rim and stand up to fuck.
    “Is it alright for me to fuck him, too?”
    “Of course.”
    We change places.  Osvaldo hungrily swallows me down, moaning at all the different juices now inside his ass.  The young man has a very small dick.  I pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth and move around so I can pull Osvaldo’s full butt cheeks apart.  It works.  The guy fucks him, panting hard.  Another daddy is in now in Osvaldo’s mouth.  Suddenly the fucker stops and splits.  I inspect the ass crack with my tongue.  It’s not a full load of cum, but incredibly tasty.  I eat some—and fuck some deeper into Osvaldo’s gut, all while he has another man’s cock in his mouth…
    *
    Osvaldo tells me a regular of his has a room.  We go there.  The guy is likely a little older than me, slender and with a good seven inches where it counts.  Osvaldo gets up on the bed and sucks him as I eat his ass once more.  Soon, the older guy turns him and slides into him.  Osvaldo is positioned so it’s impossible for me to use his mouth.  I jerk to the fuck for a while, but the guy has no interest in sharing.  I excuse myself, telling Osvaldo to find me at the sling when he’s done.
    I go upstairs and sit by the sling.  Two men, both around my age, take turns sucking me—one on my cock and one on my balls.  They know how to share.  They are constantly moving, holding my dick for the other to suck.  It’s hot.  I idly wonder if they are partners.
    Osvaldo arrives, conceivably with a load in his ass.  He watches for a moment, then gets in the sling.  “Looks like you are needed over there,” says one of my suckers.   I go over.  My suckers are in no hurry to leave—they want to watch the live porn.  I kneel and taste the juices seeping out of Osvaldo’s ass.  He groans.  I moan and lick away.
    “Stick that big cock in him," one of my suckers says.
    I stand up.  My cock slaps Osvaldo’s cock mound in his jock, before I push into his well fucked hole.  The suckers get up and come closer.  One plays with Osvaldo’s nipples while his buddy jerks off.  I start a slow fuck and build it up until I am rattling the sling chains.  Finally, I have to stop and catch my breath.  I pull out, and quickly go to my knees and bury my face there, as Osvaldo’s juicy ass drips out someone’s load…
    *
    We go to his room.  He takes video after video of him sucking me, of riding me, of me fucking him from behind.  This is my least favorite part of the evening, simply as I know he has a whole library full of video with me in him.  But he loves it.  So, we do it.
    We separate for a time.  He goes off to see who might fuck him without me around.  “You intimidate them, you know,” he smiles.
    I check out the all gender gathering, which is up some back stairs.  They are playing ‘getting to know you’ games.  No sex.  But our tatted friend is now there.  I leave them to it.
    I think I have a willing man as I sit in a downstairs lounge.  He cruises me three times, but won’t make a move to join me on the mattress there.
    Osvaldo finds me instead.  We fuck on the mattress, with him on all fours.  But we both miss the sling.  We go up.
    There is a hetro couple there, sitting in the chairs to the side.  She is wrapped in a towel.  He’s naked and massaging her feet.  Osvaldo doesn’t hesitate.  He hops in the sling.  I go to my knees and eat his wet ass. 
    I stand up and slide in.  The couple is enjoying the show.  The guy’s cock is now hard and he uses it on the massage of the soles of her feet.  I fuck.  I rim.  I have Osvaldo suck my dick straight from his ass.  The two men who sucked me come back.  I motion them over, but they don’t want to block the view of the straight couple, so they stay behind them, now both stroking their dicks.
    It's near midnight.  My balls are telling me it’s time.
    “You want my cum?” I ask, more for the audience, than Osvaldo.
    “You know I do!”
    “I’m really close…”
    I fuck a few more strokes.
    “I want your piss, too!”  His eyes are shining up at me.  He knows how to turn on our oglers. 
    I pick up the tempo of the fuck.  And I start shooting.  My cum spurts and spurts—deep in his hole.  I grab the chains.  My body contorts.  I just hold on.  And wait.  In moments, my cock begins to unload piss in him.  Fuck, it’s endless.  I have tanked up more than I realized.  Over to the side, one of the two suckers fires a load on the floor.  I am still pissing—and tell Osvaldo so.
    “I can feel it.  SOOOO full….”
    I have conveniently tucked my towel under the sling, in case he loses some as I pull out.  He doesn’t.   I go to my knees to clean up his pucker.  The husband actually gives a little gasp of pleasure and surprise as I do it.
    I help Osvaldo out of the sling.  He races to the shower, to video the release of the piss load.  I nod to our audience.  I am pleased the wife can’t take her eyes off the site of my wet cock as I tuck it away…
     
    (Osvaldo sends it to me on the drive home—it is a gorgeous arc of pale yellow streaming out of him for 25 seconds.)
    The original is here, with pics:  From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Takes the Loads   September 13, 2024
  3. FelchingPisser

    Giving Him the Load He Craves

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—August, 2024
     
    My gig work was starting to get in the way of my playing.  I carved out some time to visit my usual haunt on a Friday afternoon, late in the month.  This was the first step of a weekend of sex, as I was headed up to fuck Osvaldo the next day.  I knew that Saturday would be all about dick in ass…so I was hoping to get my dick sucked this Friday afternoon…
     
    The parking lot has a handful of cars in it.  I go in, out of the heat of the August afternoon.  I see two men sitting next to each other, quite near the door, which is unusual.   One is a man around my age.  He is in shorts and a polo shirt.  He also has his short, fat cock in his hands and is stroking to the straight porn.  Next to him is a man who is at least 10 years older.  He is fully dressed—and looking longingly at the man jerking his dick.  I nod to them and go sit in my regular chair, in this new configuration of the room, where I can keep an eye on both screens (and the jerker.)  I pull out my cock.
    The older man hears the zipper on my pants.  He turns to watch me take my cock out.  It stands up, tall and proud, sticking out above my fist.  Instantly, he is on his feet.  He sits in the chair next to me.  He ogles my cock.  I glance at him.  I see him swallow hard before he speaks.
    “I love to suck,” he whispers.  “You have a beauty.”
    I thank him and turn back to the video.  It is quite hot; I can see why the other guy is jerking so hard to it.
    Once more I hear the whisper.  “May I?  I’m really good at it.”
    I shrug and tell him he can.  It is rather painful to watch him get to his knees.  He uses my knees to help with the descent.  His soft hands take hold of my balls and he leans forward.  And every tooth left in his mouth comes in contact with my cockhead or shaft.  I wince, reminding him to cover his teeth.  He pulls off me with a surprised and wounded look.
    “Nobody tells me that.”  But he makes a show of wrapping his lips over his top set of teeth.  This is better, but not good.  In a moment, he relaxes his vigilance and the teeth connect again.  To the point I am afraid he’ll draw blood. 
    I tell him that’s enough.  With a struggle he sits back up in the chair next to me, a vision of wounded pride.
    I stroke.
    The Talker comes in, nodding to me.  He sits out of my sight line, watching the gay video.
    “Do you suck?”
    The man next to me has opened his fly.  It’s a nub of a dick head, fully hard.  He has shaved his pubic hair to make it look bigger.  I think about helping him out, but on a second glance I notice the shaved skin is an angry red color.  I pass.
    All four of us in the room watch porn and stroke.
    The door opens.  A young man comes in.  His hair is rather long.  He sits in the chairs that line the wall where the straight screen hangs.  He looks right at me.  He is thin, mid 30’s and looks familiar.  I finally place him.  Before he grew his hair out, he was the man who always insisted that we play in a closed booth.  I eventually made him suck me in front of others.  And he learned to enjoy it (though I could never fuck him in front of others.)  I haven’t seen him in months, maybe even a year.
    He nods to me.  I nod back.  I open my legs wider.  He gets up, kneels in front of me and begins to suck.  Such a relief after the other.  Great technique and an incredibly wet mouth.  The older man is not pleased—and yet he watches the shaggy haired young man blow me.
    In moments, The Talker stands up and moves to my side.  He opens his fly and strokes himself hard.  The moment it is, he brings it even with my mouth.  I take him to the root.  He grunts out his pleasure.  Long ago, this would have made the young man run away.  He acknowledges it now, and happily returns to my dick.
    But it’s too much for the older man.  He gets up in a huff, tries his luck with the other stroker, who rebuffs him (again, I assume) and he stomps out. 
    I suck and get sucked.  I notice the stroker get up and come a little closer to us.  He likes the live porn, but he doesn’t want to join us.  In moments he drops his load on the floor.  At the same time, The Talker pulls out of my mouth.  He stuffs himself away and goes out to the lobby, likely to talk.  The stroker runs to the restroom.
    The young man is relentless.  He wants a load.  I hear him unzip and take his cock out, never pausing in the constant up and down on my shaft.  Finally, his knees give out before my balls give up their prize.  He sits in the seat vacated by the older man.  His long, thin cock juts to the ceiling. 
    “Do you want me to take a turn?” I ask, knowing he will say no.
    “Sure…”
    I try not to look surprised.  I kneel and suck his dick.  He is dripping like crazy.  I lap up all his precum and swallow it down, jerking myself.  I realize this might be the way to give him what he wants.  I move to his smallish balls, pulled tight against his body.  I lick them.  He sighs.
    The Talker is back, standing to the side.  Observing and kneading his cock mound through his pants.
    I work my way back up the young man’s shaft.  His dick is a fountain of precum.  I lick him clean.  He moans—deep in his throat.
    That does it.  I stand up and begin to fuck his face.  He is surprised—but loving it.  His own hand is on his wet cock—and then he stops doing that as I fuck his face faster.
    “Give it to him!” hisses The Talker.
    In just a few more strokes, I do.  It has to be a huge load.  It’s been almost a week of no play.  He swallows and swallows.  The young man greedily takes every drop, thrilled I got off in his mouth once more…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Giving Him the Load He Craves    September 11, 2024
  4. FelchingPisser

    Market Days Piss Party

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    Chicago—August, 2024
    After a busy first half of my summer, I made time to get back to the monthly piss party in Chicago.  I sent a text to Tall Guy With Tats to see if he was going.  He was looking forward to it.  He reminded me it was the Saturday of Market Days in Chicago.  We didn’t know if that would help or hurt attendance.  A lot of gay men are in town—but more in Boy’s Town, a good deal south from where we play. 
    I drove in early, leaving time for traffic.  A good thing I did—as it was an excruciating slowdown on all the surrounding expressways.  But I made it in—and even found a free parking spot.  I sat in the quiet of my car and began to hydrate in earnest.  I never dare to drink too much water or tea on the way in—and if I had needed to piss like a race horse in the traffic I’d just endured, it would have been agony. 
    My alarm went off and I went into the bar…
     
    I pay, sign my name and go in.  There are just a few of us here at the start time.  I strip down to the boots I save for this event and the current stained jock that is really beginning to show wear and tear.  I have brought in my now empty water bottle.  I fill it from the huge thermos at the bar.  There are now maybe a dozen men in various fetish gear or stark naked but for something on their feet.  We sip and chat.
    In another fifteen minutes time, the crowd has doubled.  Tall Guy With Tats appears.  We hug.  And finally someone sucks my cock.  It is a very social group; the two of us are the only ones having sex.   When he comes up for air, I have him bend over and I give him a deep ass licking.  I want to shoot some piss on his hole, but my bladder is not nearly as full as it should be at this point.
    We chat and sip.  I spot the couple I met here and who now divide their time between Chicago and Palm Springs.  I go over and we chat—well, the top and I chat as his bear of a boyfriend is on his knees sucking my cock.  I finally manage to give him a splash of piss down his throat.  He groans as if it is most delicious nectar he’s ever had.  We kiss and share…
    The crowd has grown to around 40 people in the room.  All talking and drinking.  I have seen one other man on his knees sucking a cock.  Usually, I am being sucked constantly by this point in the proceedings, but not today.  I go find Tall Guy With Tats.  He is sitting alone behind the screens, chugging a beer.  I get him on his knees and eat out his ass again.  He moans.  A few guys come over to watch as they sip their drinks.
    I lube up and enter him.  He moans.  Men begin to stiffen up around us as they watch us fuck.  A hot, built man in his early 40’s, with a beautiful bubble butt and a bigger than average dick, appears.  “You want some piss on him?”
    “Please,” I tell him, “Aim right for my dick so I can fuck it into him.”
    He grins, aims and the pale yellow liquid begins to flow.  He has a tank full and gives us every drop.  The sound of the fucking changes dramatically.  It is now an incredibly wet fuck.  At some point I pull out and go to my knees.  I lick up some of the guy’s piss and spit into TGWT’s hole.  I stand up and fuck him once more…
    *
    And for the first hour, we are the only men fucking.  There are now a few men sucking—but it’s still a very dry piss party.  My first full bladder is saved for TGWT.  I find him chatting.  He knows what I want.  He leans on the bench, arching his ass at me.  I hose down his crack with just a quick spurt. I lick it up.  I stand and do it again.  And again.  Finally giving him every drop.  Only then do I fuck some of it into him.  A hot daddy moves in and holds TGWT as I plow into his wet ass.
    For what ever reason, there is no sling set up tonight.  We both really miss it.  He loves to have guys piss on his chest as we fuck.  I love to have guys piss his ass as I’m rimming.  But not today.  TGWT is actually not in a great mood.  He decides to leave early.  I have fortunately tanked up.  I am not about to give him my cum load this early, but I can at least send him home with a bladder full of piss.  He bends over.  I fuck him a little, stop dead in my pumping, still deep inside him.  I close my eyes and begin to piss.  It goes on and on.  He moans as he feels the weight of it deep in his guts.
    I fuck a little more, but I don’t want to slosh it all out.  He thanks me and takes off.
    I do some mutual oral with my Palm Springs friends. 
    A little later I find them again.  The top is fucking a bear while his partner is on his knees, licking the fuckee’s balls.  Soon I am the one being licked.  Then I’m encouraged to fuck the guy when the top pulls out of him.  I do.  And suddenly, like a switch, the whole room ignites.  Sex, of one type or another is happening everywhere.  Finally.
    *
    A thickly built top I recognize from here is fucking a thickly built bottom (who I don’t know) from behind.  I watch and stroke.  “Piss on us?” asks the top.
    I do.  It covers the bottom’s back.  He arches slightly so it sluices down to cover the top’s cock.  They both love this. 
    “Take a turn,” the top pants.  I slide into the guy.  I am literally twice as big at the man who was in him before.  He gasps.  And takes it.  The other top takes a long swig from his cup.  And begins to piss on us—mostly on the bottom’s back so I can have it all over my dick.  It feels great.
    I wear the bottom out fast.  He begs off.  A young Asian man is right there.
    “Let me suck your cock, so I can taste his ass….”
    I happily let him.  He takes me to the root effortlessly.  Only choking when me makes himself—so he can cover my cock with deep throat spittle.  He has excellent skills and I tell him so.  I let him suck me until his knees can’t take the damp concrete.
    Early on, a man who had attended my watersports class at CLAW several years ago, had introduced me to some friends of his.  The couple intrigued me.  One partner was in his early 50’s and other was maybe 30.  I see them again now.  They are getting fucked, side by side, by two different men.  I go over.
    Up the younger man is the same thick set top who had just shared ass with me.  Our eyes meet.
    “You need to fuck this kid, too.”  He pulls out.  The young man turns to see who is going up his ass next.  He smiles and nods.  I shoot some piss on his ass and then go down to eat him out.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  It’s a treat to suck them.  I finally make myself stand up and fuck.
    “Look at you…” his partner says.  The top up the older man has pulled out.  His full attention is on me fucking his young man.  “That’s a super big dick you’re taking.”
    “Feels so good,” the guy I’m inside croons.  “You need to feel it.”
    “Too big for me.”
    “Naw—you can take it,” chimes in the top who was just inside him.
    “Try it, Daddy,” my young one pleads.
    I pull out.  I spit on my cock and go into the older man.  I have no issue at all getting into him.  He groans and hangs onto his boy.  I fuck him a little more roughly.  I can tell from the feel of his ass he likes big dick or big toys or both.   Finally, I slow down.  I pull out—and go right back up the young one.  They love this.  They grasp hands again and hold onto each other.
    I fuck and fuck...
    I pull out and coat the young one’s ass with piss once more, before I wander off.
    The young Asian is right back at me.  “Let me taste your dick.” 
    I sit on the ledge and he savors the juices of the two asses on my cock.  “Will you fuck me, too?”
    This is a surprise but I agree.  He sits on my cock.  He rides me hard.  I keep hoping for someone to piss on us, but no one is around.  The young Asian finally pulls off me.  He cleans me up with his mouth and thanks me profusely…
    *
    I piss on the one man brave enough to get in the inflatable pool.
    I wander.  I chug my water.  Things are winding down.  The couple I’d just fucked are still by the bar.  They are talking with the man I’d taught at CLAW. 
    “I think I’m going home,” I tell them.  I turn to the older man, “May I breed your boy?”
    “Please,” he grins.
    “Fuck, yes!  Give me your load!”  The young one juts his ass out.  I go to my knees.   My tongue goes into his wet hole.  I lick and spit. I stand up and piss his crack, making it still wetter.  I shove my cock in—the last of the spurting piss goes deep into his ass. 
    He gasps.  “Piss fuck me!”
    It will take no time now.  I love how eager they both are for me to breed him.
    “I want to feel your cum in him,” the older man says, egging me on.
    In moments, I give off that quick spurt of cum I can now seem to do with very little feeling.  I groan and pull out.  I go to my knees and taste it.  The mix of piss and cum running out of his used hole sends me over the edge for the real orgasm.  I stand up and plow into him, howling out my pleasure…
    When I finally pull out, both men go their knees to clean my wet cock…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Market Days Piss Party   August 26, 2024
  5. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2024
     
    The day after I saw Jake, I woke up knowing that I needed a totally different kind of play.  (How many times on these pages have I said I love variety?)  So, totally unsurprisingly, after a day of hard fucking with tongue, dick, hands and toys.  I wanted a prolonged oral session.  I didn’t care if I got it or gave it.  And Sunday afternoon at the closest bookstore was likely a good place to find it…
     
    I close the door to our new all in one space.  I stand still for a moment.  It’s darker than usual.  Or so it seems.  The straight screen flickers to life with a new movie.  That was it…now I can see half a dozen men sitting around the room.  There is a stroker sitting in my preferred chair—where I can easily see both screens.  The easiest thing to do is sit in the chair closest to the restroom.  It also gives me a view of the youngest looking man I’ve ever seen in here—who is hard and jerking like crazy.
    I sit.  I take out my plumping cock.  The movie is good.  But it’s not as much fun as the young guy’s reaction to it.  Repeatedly he has to slow down or stop altogether, so he doesn’t shoot.
    The restroom door opens.  I hear footsteps behind me and turn slightly.  It’s the Voyeur.  He nods, unzips and sticks his semi hard cock in my mouth.  I suck him to full hardness.  He is a man on a mission.  I’m guessing he was headed out the door when he saw me, for he begins fucking my mouth the moment he is full hard.  I open as wide as possible and let him piston that ebony shaft deep into my mouth and throat.
    And I am rewarded with a nice cum load.  He pats my shoulder, zips up and leaves.  I look over at the young guy.  He is actually hiding his cock.  I look back at the screen and, eventually, the young man begins to jerk again…
    *
    I really don’t like my seating position.  I am on the main path in—and think I might be scaring off interested men.  I get up, not bothering to tuck my heavy erection away, and walk across the room.  I sit on the side.  I can see both screens and I’m just out of sight of the main door.  Almost instantly I get the nod from a white guy across from me.  He is likely just 40 and well-built and with a shaved head.  He comes over, unzips and takes out a long, curved scimitar of a dick.  He kneels and swallows me down, stroking his very curved cock at the same time.
    He's good.  I am really enjoying his technique.  He does my balls, with no prompting, leaving my shaft gleaming with his spit.  He works up from them and makes the hottest moaning sound as he laps up the pre-cum that is leaking out of my piss slit.  His mouth ovals and slides down me, taking every inch of my shaft this time.  It makes him choke.  He comes up for air, then cleans all the deep throat spittle off my cock.
    I notice it also made him stop jerking himself.
    He pauses a moment, starts stroking his curved beauty and begins to suck me again.  He works hard.  I wouldn’t mind giving him my load, but I am just not there.  Finally, he stands up and flops into the seat next to me.  “Great dick,” he mumbles, turning to me.  “I had to get off my knees.”
    “You have a beauty, too.  Love the curve…”
    “I just wish it was as thick as yours,” he grins.  “I want to cum, you want it?”
    I go to my knees.  He sits up a little, so it’s easier for me to swallow him.  He loves my tongue work, moaning, and in moments gives me a thick load.  I swallow, much to his delight.  He pulls me into a cummy kiss and then whispers, “I hate men who spit it out.  Why bother?”
    *
    I notice once again the man across from me.  He’d been trying to fuck a big bear of a guy with his seriously small cock, while I had been getting head.  He has watched me take the load.  He comes over.  “You want another?”
    I have two loads already; I am cock hungry.  I nod.  He sticks it in my mouth.  He takes no time at all and I have load three.
    I look over at the young man, wondering if he’s been watching all this.  He is studiously looking at the straight screen, making no eye contact.
    I stroke for only a moment, before a middle-aged white guy, in better clothes than usual for here, moves towards me.  He has obviously seen the men unload in my mouth.  His regulation six incher is dripping from his hand work.  (I notice the youngest guy is watching this.)  Without a word he offers me his cock to suck.  I take him in my mouth.  He audibly sighs.  He stands stock still, eyes closed, imagining who knows what.  My tongue swirls over his cock head once too often—and he gives me a small load, but one that seems to totally satisfy him…
    *
    I jerk.
    I watch the videos.  I have thinned the crowd.  But three more men arrive.  One comes right over and sits next to me.  He is a big bear of a man, white, who looks very familiar.  He asks to go down on me.  I nod and he sucks me, while his hands work his own nipples.  He’s good.  I know I know him. 
    When he comes up for air, he rummages in his shirt pocket and pulls out nipple clamps on a chain.  Of course, he was here just a few sessions ago.  He opens his shirt, attaches them and goes back to work.  I reach down and tug the chain a little.  It’s awkward, but he likes it.
    His knees give out.  We reverse.  He sits.  I kneel, still with my right hand tugging the chain, while his thick cock is in my mouth.  I don’t have to work too long.  One stronger tug sends him over the edge.  I clean his cock.  He thanks me and takes off.
    A young cub, one of the new arrivals, has been stroking to our mutual sucking.  I sit back down in my chair—which is right next to him.  He leans over.  “I’d love you to suck me,” he whispers. 
    I’m game.  Hoping it might inspire him to do me, too.  I suck him for a long time.  Twice I think I’m getting him close to orgasm.  The third time, as his breathing changes, his phone rings.  He makes a grab for it and motions me to stand up.  He races to the privacy of the rest room to answer it, one hand on his shorts that are only slightly pulled up and the other on the phone.  And from there, attired properly, he is out the door.
    I look around the room.
    The youngest guy suddenly stands up.  He has been jerking for the  two hours I’ve been there and he was there before me.  He spews his load all over the floor, to the delight of the very old man sitting near him.
    I take it as my cue to leave.
    I didn’t shoot, but am still well satisfied…
    **
    For the record, I had a surprise night free two days later.  I went back to see if I could drop the load.  A man was leaving as I went in.  Another left as I sat down.  I was alone until closing…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "I'd Love You to Suck Me..."     September 5, 2024
     
  6. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—August, 2024
    It had been a long time.  Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom.  He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair.  He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling.  He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space.   I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass.
     
    Jake sits on the bed.  He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play.   I step forward.  He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth.
    Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue.  I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so.  The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock.  He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls.  They are left wet and dripping.  One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass.
    He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker.  It all but pulls me into him.  I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil.  Surprisingly, I don’t linger there.  I want to fuck him.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors.  His eyes are closed in concentration.  I give him every inch.  I hold—and begin to move.  In and out.  Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder.  It relaxes.  In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock.  I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I grease it up with my cock still in him.   I slip out and push the toy into place. 
    Jake groans.  I add my cock back in, with the toy above it.  Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments.  I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me.  This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock.  But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it.
    Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean.  Jake’s eyes light up.  He loves ass to mouth.  He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh.  I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it.
    I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth.  The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more.
    We switch to the sling.  I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep.  I fuck him.  Slow and leisurely.  I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch.  And again.  I reach for the nearest toy.  It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me.  Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him.  He takes every inch.  He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body.
    I pull it out.  I fully grease up left hand.  With little effort I am inside him.  All of it.  I twist it out and do it again.  I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft.  He loves this, and takes it deep.  I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg.
    I fist him once more.
    Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis.  I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy.  He loves the extra girth around my already large dick.  He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me.
    I go thru the toy chest.  The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me.  Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft.  I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper.
    I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling.  It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed.  It is made of a very hard material.  And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it.  He takes it easily.
    We break for water and tea.
    Jake gets back on the bench.  I use most of the toys on him again.  Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position.  Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left.  I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass.
    Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before.  He puts his testicles inside.  He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them.  We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body.
    PIC
    I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down.  The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it.  I work them until I have it really tight on him.
    “Now hit it.”
    I do, with my fist.  It’s not enough.
    “We need a mallet.”
    I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone.
    Pic
    It makes an ideal hammer.  I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box.  Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder.  I do.  Over and over.
    We finally stop and take off the crusher.  We’ve been playing for over 2 hours.  He gets back in the sling.  I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop…
     
    The original post, with a lot of pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)   September 2, 2024
    Jake wrote up his version of events.  That is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Anal Ordinance Testing  September 3, 2024
  7. FelchingPisser

    "Put It In My Ass!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—August, 2024
     
    After the long weekend of the piss party, I was quite content until the next Thursday.  Of course, I took off to the bookstore.  I was really enjoying the new space—and other men were getting more and more comfortable playing in it.  It was also attracting new men.  I arrived, right after lunch…
     
    I settle into what has become my favorite chair—where, with just the turn of my head, I can view either screen.  I take out my dick.  Almost instantly I get the nod from a college age Latino.  He is new to me, good looking and wearing a ball cap.  He gets up, kneels between my spread legs, reverses his hat so the brim is out of the way and gives me expert head.  He makes delicious sounding moans as he takes me deep into his throat.  He only stops when he shoots his load—and I didn’t even know he was stroking.  He gets up and leaves for the restroom.
    I stroke, using his viscid saliva.  The door keeps opening and closing.  Half a dozen men now populate the room.  The oldest comes over to me.  Without any words, he sinks to his knees and sucks my wet dick.  He is good, too.  When he comes up for air, he looks at me and says “I loved when you fed me piss last time.  Got any?”
    I now place him as one of the two men I fed piss to that day at the bookstore which has more of a playroom.  I tell him I will drink up.  I take a long draw from my water bottle.
    More arrivals.   I recognize two of the four.  One is the Construction Worker, working on the local Interstate.  The other is a young man with glasses, who I met the night we both covered the breasts of a petite girl with our cum while her boyfriend videoed it.  The young man comes in right behind the Construction Worker and sits next to me.  He grins.  We have played quite often after that; lots of mutual oral, some ass eating from me and he has taken the head of my cock in his ass a few times—but it is always too much.  He opens his fly.
    The Construction Worker has his cock out and has a helping hand on it from a younger man with a shaved head.  Almost instantly, CW stands up and fires off a load, coating the floor.  And off he goes, stuffing his still dripping cock into his pants. 
    I ask Young Guy with Glasses if I can suck him.  He nods eagerly, before stepping out of his shorts, so he is naked from the waist down.  I kneel and take him in my mouth.  He loves it—a little too much.  His hands keep stopping me or gesturing to slow down, so he doesn’t shoot.  I follow his instructions. 
    On one of my breaks, I look up.  Next to the YMWG, is a very handsome man who looks vaguely familiar.  He is stroking his cock, watching us and not the movie.  I take YMWG into my mouth once more.  In 30 seconds of my tongue work, he stops me again.
    He wriggles out of his seat and goes to his knees.  He leans over and sucks the handsome man.  YMWG’s ass is exposed and right in front of me.  I lean in and begin eating it.  Ever helpful, the handsome man reaches down and spreads his cheeks for me.  My tongue sinks deeper into him.  I hear the groan around the cock in his mouth.
    “Fuck him with that big dick.”
    “Can I?” I whisper
    YMWG bops his head in agreement, never taking the nice sized cock out of his mouth.  I wet his hole with my tongue a little more, lube up, and push in, very slowly.  He groans.  He stops work on the dick in front of him.  He wills his ass to open.  But I’m just too much—and he’s too excited.  He squirms off me, sits back in his chair.  He is shooting his load into the palm of the hand that is not wrapped around his cock.  He lets me lick his fingers clean before he takes off.
    “It’s good to see you again,” says the handsome man.  “I still have that video of your huge cock going into my girl.”
    I smile.  Of course.  I should have known him, but it has been a year and half.  I sit in the vacated seat next to him.  Instantly, his hand is around my cock.  “I’m so horny for dick, today,” he whispers.  He gets on his knees and sucks my cock.  He’s not bad.  I wonder how much he gets to do this…
    I drink from my water bottle.  The handsome guy takes a break.  The older man is eager to give me head again. “Let him suck you,” the handsome guy whispers in my ear.”  I nod to the old man.  He sucks.  I stand up and begin fucking his throat.  This really turns both men on—the recipient and the onlooker.  “I have that piss you wanted,” I snarl out.  I stop thrusting and feed the older man.  He happily gurgles it all down.
    He takes a break, to savor it.
    “That was hot,” says the handsome man.  I wonder if he will suck me again after that.  He does.  Breathlessly.  He even stops stroking himself and concentrates on the suck. 
    He pulls off me.  “I never do this—but I’m so damn horny.  Will you fuck me?”
    “If that’s what you want.”
    He stands up and steps out of his trousers.  The designer underwear gets tossed on the chair, too.  He bends, holding on to the arms of the chair, presenting me with a nicely shaped, smooth ass—but for the crack.  I eat him out.  He groans.  He’s not as tight as I expect, leading me to think ‘I never do this’ is a line that makes him feel better.  I get his hole very wet.  He’s panting now.  “Just fuck me,” he moans, his voice filling the room. 
    There are at least six men in the room who watch me stand up and slap my wet, lubed dick on his butt.  “You want this raw cock,” I ask, giving him a chance to change his mind.
    “Fuck me hard.”
    I push in.  He winces and groans, but doesn’t say anything.  I fuck, slowly and steadily.
    “You are so fucking big,” he moans.  “I don’t know how…she took it…”
    This makes me fuck him harder.  I even slap his ass.  It makes his hole spasm and squeeze my dick.
    “Use my ass…”
    I fuck harder still and finally pull out.  I excuse myself to go wash.  It seems like he really didn’t plan this…
    When I come back, he takes me in his mouth again.
    Eventually we sit.  He pulls out his phone.   “I still have you on here.”  He shows me the video of me inching into his petite girl friend.  And the video the YMWG and I spraying our loads on her chest.
    “I wish you had really fucked her.”
    “You wouldn’t let me fuck her,” I remind him.  “She just tried me on for size.”
    “You should have filled her with your cum…”
    “I wish…”
    He now shows me dozens of pics and videos of this same girl taking multiple loads so he can eat them out of her.  Or fuck in them.  Or both.  There is another young woman in his stable, too.  The two women know each other.  I see pictures of them each taking men, then sharing the loads with each other, sometimes the loads are splashed on them, sometimes they end up deep inside.
    It’s hot.  It is not just big talk on his part.  He lives it and loves it.
    During his picture scrolling, a handsome young Black man with a very long beard, has sat down next to us.  Shaved Head, who has been stroking to our sex is now sucking the new man’s big cock.  The man with the beard strips off his shirt, revealing a thick hairy chest.  I have seen more than enough videos of him feasting on cum.  I get him to suck my cock again.
    Shaved Head works hard, but can’t get the load he wants, so he takes a break.  My handsome, now very Bi man, moves from my cock to suck the thick cock of the Bearded Man.  His still naked ass is pointed right where Shaved Head is sitting.  SH begins to play with the hole in front of him, fingering him.  I think for a long minute the Bi Guy is going to get another cock in his butt.
    I reach over and play with the Bearded Man’s hairy chest and pronounced nipples.
    Shaved Head decides not to go up the naked ass.  At the same time, the handsome man sits back down.
    “Let me see that white dick,” says the bearded man.  I stand up and show him.  “Now that’s a piece of meat.  Do you fuck?”
    I tell him I do.  I really see his dick for the first time.  It’s my length—but his thickness is massive. 
    “I’m not prepared to get fucked today, do you come here often?”
    I tell him I do, and that I’d love to fuck him another time.
    “Maybe you’d spray your load on my chest.”
    I tell him I am not very close—but I know a way to get there.  I go to my knees in front of him.  I begin to lick his massive balls.  There is no way I can take his thickness in my mouth—I wonder how my new Bi friend managed without scraping him up.  But I am all about his sweaty, hairy, balls on this hot August day.  I lick and savor his sweat.  He jerks harder, moaning.
    Behind me, I can see Shaved Head get on his knees and begin to suck Bi-Guy, who is scrolling through his phone again, looking at the young woman taking loads for him.  His cock must be dripping…
    “Daddy, lick my balls.  I love that…”
    I go under them.  Several inches down his perineum.  He scootches down to give me access.  I hover around his hole for a moment.  His breathing changes.  I poke my tongue into his ruined pucker.  He plays with big toys—or has a boyfriend as thick as he is.  My tongue fucks him and he strokes himself wildly.  I finally tear myself away from his ass and work back up.  The amount of kinky, tightly curled black hair on his taint is remarkable.  I lick through this forest.
    Oh, fuck…I stand up and coat his chest with my cum.  He is at first surprised.  But mops up the first splatter to use on his cock.  He beats relentlessly, as I cover his ebony chest with my white hot jizz…
     
    The original is here :  From My Side of the Sling: "Put It In My Ass!"   August 29, 2024
  8. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2024
     
    (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…)
     
    “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him.  I spit on his hole.
    Jamal spins around.  His big cock is about to explode.  He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast.  He pushes deeper into my throat.  He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out.  My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt.
    He holds onto my shoulders.  He pulls back slightly.  He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening.
    I sit back on my haunches.  I can’t make a move to get up.  Jamal is panting.  The big bear he is sitting next, who has been stroking to our session, reaches over to touch Jamal’s dick.  It is still hard.  Jamal lets him stroke it lightly.  In moments, the man leans over and sucks it.  Jamal seems to be ready to go again.  (Oh, to be young and ever hard…)
    I finally manage to get up and sit in my seat, watching the Bear work on Jamal.  The Talker, a white guy around my age who always wears a ballcap to hide his thinning hair, comes over.
    “Are you angry with me?” he whispers.
    “Why should I be?”
    “I’m the one who sucked your cock while he sat on your face.”
    “Angry?  It was hot as fuck.”  I move to my knees to thank him properly, taking his thick dick into my mouth.  He sighs and lets me suck him.  But I know he’ll never cum.  As I suck, I keep tabs on Jamal.  He has moved to sucking the Bear.  Another pair of men who stroked to our rimming session are paired off and giving each other head.  Two others are stroking to all the oral sex happening around them.
    The Talker thanks me, puts his cock away and goes out into the lobby to, well, talk to the cashier.  I watch Jamal suck the Bear’s dick.  Suddenly, he just gets up.  He looks at none of us, grabs his shorts and just takes off to the bathroom—and out the door.
    I go over to the Bear.  I have fucked him before.  He leans forward and he sucks my cock.  I play with his exposed hairy chest.  I ask if he wants to get fucked.
    “I didn’t prep for that—I had no idea two huge dicks would be here today.”
    I let him suck and jerk himself.  Suddenly, he shoots all over his thick, hairy stomach.  I bend over and lick up the last drop of cum oozing from his dick.  He cleans up and leaves.
    I sit.  I watch the two men who are exchanging blow jobs.  In moments, the currently seated guy groans out his orgasm.  The guy sucking takes it all in his mouth.  I see him swallow.  The act of swallowing jizz sets off his own orgasm.  He shoots between the sandals of the guy who gave him his load.  They leave together, after a joint stop in the restroom.
    I eye the two men still stroking.  One I know from here.  He used to love to stand in the corner behind the door of the gay cinema and give me his load after he had jerked for hours.  I nod to him.  In answer, he spreads his legs invitingly.
    I go over.  He is white, likely pushing 50 and dressed like he is on a long lunch from his office.  I kneel and suck his thick dick into my mouth.  This seems to be the day for thicker cocks.  I work carefully on him to make sure I don’t scrape him with my teeth.  He moans and rubs my head.
    “It’s been forever since you did me…” he mumbles.  He opens his poppers.  I know this is his cue to get off.  He inhales.  Almost instantly, his cock head swells.  Cum begins pouring out of his cock.  It doesn’t shoot, but doesn’t dribble, either.  It pours onto my tongue and down my throat.  It is hot enough, this massive load filling my mouth, I stop touching my own dick.  I lick every drop off his cock before I let him stand up.
    The other stroker, a bald white man over 60, has been watching it all.  He has, what else, but a longer, thick cock.  I am still on my knees, catching my breath.  He walks over, this hardon swinging. 
    “Suck me.”
    It’s not a question.  It’s a statement.  And I am on such a cum/endorphine high, I would be sucking anyone who wanted it.  He pushes into my mouth.  He is in charge.  I just provide the receptacle.  He fucks into me, holding me by the ears.  Normally, I worm away from this kind of face fuck, but not today.  It’s hot.  I only worry it will take me over the edge before he shoots.
    Suddenly he stops pumping into my face.  I begin working with my tongue.  It’s everywhere.  On his shaft.  All over his cock head.  Burrowing into his juicy piss slit.
    “You fucker, you’re gonna make me shoot good.”
    He grabs the sides of my head again and pumps into me a couple of strokes.  Instantly, his cock begins firing off a load.  I swallow rapidly to keep up.
    And my own cock gives it up.  All over the floor.  I’ve had so much hot stimulation today.  I grunt and shoot and swallow all at the same time.
    He lets me clean him up, before he’s out the door, letting it bang shut.
    I am alone.  Every man, but the Talker, of this bigger afternoon crowd, has gotten off today.
    I look down.  The pool of my semen on the floor is quite large.  I watch the last drop ooze out of my dick and land in the middle of it…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Jerking Crowd Shows Its Appreciation...(Part Two)   August 24, 2024
  9. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2024
     
    I saw Keith on a Monday.  He left me in a very happy, satiated state of mind.  But, of course, that changed by Thursday.  I needed to be on the prowl again.  I went to the remodeled, all-in-one-room theatre at my local bookstore…
     
    I go through the door, closing it firmly behind me.  There are men sprinkled around the room.  Maybe eight.  I don’t bother to count until I sit.  I find there is a man in the shadowy corner, too, so I am the tenth man here this afternoon.  One man is openly stroking to the straight porn.  Others are either kneading their crotches or adjust themselves occasionally.  I unzip.   My cock stands up at the mere thought of some play.
    I stroke.  Mostly to the straight porn, but I keep turning and checking the gay video as well.  It keeps my attention until condoms magically appear as they begin to fuck.  As I turn back, an older man (white, over 65 and rather paunchy) has moved next to my chair.  I nod to him.  He nods back, with his eyes focused on my cock.  His fat fingers squeeze his own bulge, before reaching for mine.  His fingers encircle me and he begins to jerk.  He is not squeezing too tightly.  It’s actually rather pleasant.  It feels even better when he spits into his hand.  It now glides over my cock.
    “You like that?” he whispers.
    “Sure.”
    He continues.  He never changes speed or the motion.  It becomes a little boring as he works it…and works it…and…
    The door opens.  Jamal, the hot young man who’d fucked Braydon and had sat on my face in this very room, walks in.  He smiles as he sees me.  He comes over and sits on my other side.  The old man lets go.  He wanders off to the restroom to wash my precum off his hand.  Jamal gets up and pulls me up.  He playfully drags me to the more secluded corner by the gay screen.
    “I want you to rim me again.”
    I smile.  I can’t believe my good fortune.  And I love that he brought it up.  He stands and slips off his shorts and his boxer briefs.  His thick, black snake of a cock is beginning to swell with blood, just from being exposed to the air—and everyone’s eyes.  He sits.  I go to the floor.  I begin by licking his big balls as he jerks himself to full hardness.  I love the kinky hair covering them that holds every drop of my saliva—so I have to go back and lick it up again.  I lift them and my tongue finds the top of his perineum.  He scootches forward slightly on the seat.  I lick up and down it, deliberately not touching his tight pucker.
    My tongue traces up from his crack to over his balls.  He lets go of his thick cock and lets me lick the underside.  I reposition, raising myself a little, so I can suck him.  I oval my mouth and take the first half of his cock deep into my throat.  He groans.  I hear men open their flies and begin to jerk.  I can fit almost all his cock in my mouth and throat.  The last inch remains untouched.
    But sucking his cock is not what he asked me to do.  I move, getting off my knees and sit on my ass.  I slide my long legs under the chair.  Jamal rolls back in the seat, exposing more of his full ass cheeks.  He pulls them apart—giving me easy access to his hole.  My tongue connects with the target.  He groans.  He lets go of one side of his ass so he can stroke his cock.  I burrow in, relishing the tight curls of hair that ring his hole.  I keep prodding his pucker.  And it’s opening, slightly, with each thrust.
    Jamal is whimpering.  He’s lost in sensation.  I push once more, my tongue hard and pointed, and I go into him.  He groans and his stroking gets faster.  I spit and keep prodding him.  But it’s still an awkward position. The chair is low enough that I have to be quite hunched over.  I can’t sustain it for as long as I want to.  I stand up.
    The look on his face is priceless.  He thinks I’m stopping.  I sit in the chair next to him.  “Sit on my face like you did before.”  He is up, straddling me, facing out.  His feet step up onto the arms of the chair.  I tilt my head back so it rests on the back of the chair. He lowers his full ass onto my upturned face.  It’s perfect.  My tongue finds its way into his now slightly open hole.  He groans.  And begins jerking in earnest.  He can cover me with his jizz if he wants to—I am in clothes I don’t care about at all. 
    My tongue goes from his hole to up and down his hairy crack and back into his hole.  His ass lips are becoming slightly puffy—just as if I were fucking him with my dick. I suck first one and then the other into my mouth.  Massaging them with my tongue.  Over and over and he moans and jerks.
    I feel a hand replace my hand on my dick.  It’s not the guy from before.  I have no idea who it might be.  He strokes me for a bit.  Now his mouth replaces his hand.  I groan into the butt I’m eating.  This is fucking perfect—getting really good head as I am eating this glorious wet ass.  Jamal squirms on my face.  He is actually moving so that my tongue can work deeper into him.
    But it can’t last.  His legs tire.  Jamal stands on the arm rests and then onto the seat of the empty chair next to us. The guy blowing me is back in his own chair before I can see which man it was.  Both of us are breathing hard.
    But I want more.  I pull the chair our of the corner.  “Stand against the wall,” I tell Jamal in a hushed voice.  He does.  “And bend.”
    He seems confused.  I pull his ass towards me, making him arch his back as supports himself against the cinder block.  “Arch that back like you make your bottoms do before you fuck them,” I whisper in his ear.  He whimpers.  But he likes to please Daddy.  He stands, his ass jutting out.  Breathless.  And vulnerable.
    I slap my cock on his upturned butt.  He gasps.  I go quickly to my knees and bury my face in his wet ass crack.  His hole is gaping.  Not a lot, but enough for me to tongue fuck it with ease.  Jamal groans again and starts to madly stroke his dick.  I have so much more control like this.  It is the perfect position for me to really tongue-ravage his hole.
    I force myself to stop stroking myself and hold his cheeks apart with both hands.  I go deeper yet.  He squirms and moans.  My repeated tongue assault is making him whimper again.
    “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him.  I spit on his hole.
    Jamal spins around.  His big cock is about to explode.  He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast.  He pushes deeper into my throat.  He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out.  My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt.
    He holds onto my shoulders.  He pulls back slightly.  He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening…
     
    The onlookers in the room are galvanized into action...but that’s part II…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jamal Craves my Tongue Once More (Part One)   August 22, 2024
  10. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—August, 2024
    Keith couldn’t stop thinking about the play party he hosted at his house in July.  (It was so much fun, I wrote it up in two parts,.)  He wanted to come back to the playroom.  I cleared a spot for him on my calendar.  He arrived, right on time.
    I was already naked but for jock and boots, with my robe thrown over it all.  He stripped down in the playroom, folding his clothes neatly until he was naked but for athletic socks, as the concrete floor was cool.  We chatted about this and that, but the most intriguing thing he said was that he wanted to experiment a little.  “I don’t know what—I’ll leave that up to you…”
    I nodded and assured him that if I did anything he didn’t like he simply had to tell me and I’d stop…
     
    “Let me suck that beautiful cock.”
    Keith indicates the bed.  I sprawl on it, legs splayed.  Keith is one of the most handsome men in my current stable.  He is fit, with Hollywood good looks which he knows how to maintain, now in his 50’s.  He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his mouth.  Fuck, he’s good.  He sucks and licks, his eyes shining.  He is truly worshipping my dick.  And he remembers my balls, licking them first and then sucking them individually into his mouth.  Back and forth as I jerk my cock and begin to breathe more heavily.  His tongue flirts with my perineum too, but does not go lower.  Not yet.
    But it makes me want to lick his ass.  A lot.  I tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I love just seeing his ass spread before me.  I kneel and start working him over with my tongue.  He groans as he finds the mirror on the side wall—where he can see me attacking his ass.  “Looks as hot as it feels…” he murmurs.  My hands stop lubing my cock and I spread his butt cheeks to get even deeper into him.
    I stand up.  Keith pants as my wet cock head finds his hole.  The thick head pushes in.  He groans and relaxes his ass muscles.  I slide in.  To the hilt.  I wait a moment before I begin a slow fuck. 
    “Use my ass!”
    I speed up the drilling.  Keith is panting, his eyes riveted to the mirror, watching me dick him down.  I abruptly stop.  I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  I already know he loves the taste of his ass on my dick.  But today, I do it constantly.  Some fucking.  Clean it up.  Some more fucking.  Clean me!  Now a true pounding before I tell him to lick my dick once more.  His eyes are shining again.  I’m on the right track…
    We move to the sling.  I eat his used hole.  I fuck Keith as hard as possible.  His eyes are mostly on the mirror above us, but sometimes he closes them, concentrating on the feelings deep in his hole.  I tell him to use his poppers.  I fuck him hard again.
    I stop.  I go to the side and remove a wrist restraint, where it has been swinging from the chains above his head.  I put one on.  The other.  His eyes are big, but game.  I clip them above his head.  “No poppers now.”
    I eat his hole and fuck him.  Long and slow, but building up to hard and fast.  He moans.  He moans even harder as I cum to the side of the sling and have him clean me up once again, his wrists pulling at the restraints.  I unclip him and get him out of the sling.  I undo the bottom of the sling from the two chains.  It hangs at the front of the frame.  I take his arms and clip then to a carabineer that hangs under the mirror.  His arms are out stretched towards the ceiling, his back is bent, his ass arched towards me.  I eat his wet hole.  I spit noisily into him.  I stand up and plow into his just-beginning-to-gape ass…
    *
    The sling is restored to its normal position and I am eating his hole after the blistering, standing/hanging fuck.  I stand up.  I slap my cock on his balls.  And piss.  Not a lot, but enough to cover them.  I direct more of my flow onto his puffy ass lips.  Keith moans.  He knows, I think, what I’m going to do.  I kneel and lick him clean.  I want to kiss him.  But I don’t.  Yet. 
    I fuck in his still wetter ass.  My right hand plays with his nipples and hairy chest.  It inches up.  It encircles his throat.  He nods.  I tighten it slightly.  Not for long.  Then do it again.  A little longer.  His breathing, as I release, is rapid.  Excited.  His cock, semi-hard as I usually fuck, is erect and aching.  Still buried in his ass, I can just bend and take him into my mouth, licking up his precum.  Now I pull out of him and kiss him with his precum—and just a hint of the piss on my beard.  Keith melts into sling.  He makes a move to grab my head, forgetting that once more I had restrained his arms above his head.
    “Time for you to eat my ass.”
    I get him out of the sling, leaving the wrist restraints on for the rest of the play session.  I get in, my legs on the chains, my ass ready for his experienced tongue. 
    “I really need to piss.  Should I go upstairs?”
    “Or there’s a laundry tub on the other side of the wall.  Or you could piss on my ass crack before you eat me out…”
    The look on his face is wonderfully conflicted.  He takes one step towards the door, stops, and comes back.  He wills himself to piss.  It’s a forceful stream.  And well aimed.  It sluices down my crack.  And he can’t stop.  It’s an endless piss.  Totally clear.  He directs some up to my balls, but mainly just keeps hosing down my crack.  With no hesitation at all, the moment he runs dry, he kneels and buries himself in my overly wet ass.  “Fuck,” he mumbles, sounding overwhelmed by how piss changes an ass eating.  He can’t stop.  And I don’t want him to.  I stroke continually, as he rims and tongues me.  I moan.  I ask him to come up and kiss me.  He does, bending across me.  He’s rock hard now, his cock brushing my saliva laden ass.  I love the taste of my hole on his tongue.  I break the kiss and tell to stick his tongue back into me.  He goes to his knees and repeats it all…
    *
    I fuck him, briefly, in the sling.
    Then I set up the rim chair and mat.  I tell him to bend a moment on the fuck bench before I get under the seat.  I stick the head of my dick between those swollen ass lips.  I piss two spurts inside him.  He gasps.  I get under the rimseat and instruct him to sit.  He does, the seat doing the work of spreading his cheeks for me.  The piss is deeper than I thought, it does not immediately drip out onto my tongue.  So instead, I keep jabbing it up into his tender chute. Finally, a trickle.  I groan.  More follows.  A wonderful mix of piss and precum.  It pours down my throat.
    Keith moans his approval.  I eat him out.  His cock must be hard again.  I hear him stroking it to my tonguing.  I finally tap his thighs.  He stands.  “Let’s reverse.”
    He gets under the seat.  His cock is really only semi hard as he lays there.  The moment I sit and his tongue goes into me, he is rock hard and drooling.  I reach down and finger up some on his precum and taste it.  I hit the poppers and check out for a moment, letting his tongue have his way with me.  When I come back to reality, I get up and move to between his legs.  I hoist them up and fuck him on the mat as he lays there.  “This is where we need a third,” I tell him, “So you can eat his ass as I fuck and then we’d switch.”  Keith moans, taking the brief, (and honestly rather awkward) fuck.  I pull out and let him eat my ass a little longer.
    We go back to the sling.  I fuck him.  I know it’s getting late.  He has a drive home.  (and I think needs to get there before the boyfriend…)  “You want my load?”
    “You know I do…”
    “Say it!”
    “Give me your big load, Sir.”  He begins to pant.  “I want to feel it drip out of me on the way home…”
    That does it.  I fire deep inside him.  I can’t stop.  I hold onto the chains until I can breathe again. 
    I help him out. 
    “I don’t have to, but I’d kind of like to get off today.”
    “What can I do?”
    He indicates the bed.  I lay down, legs spread, just as we started, but now my hard cock is losing its erection and drooling sperm.  He lies on his back, resting on one of my thighs and has his face next to my jizz covered cock.  He begins to clean me as he jerks.  He fires off a huge load in no time….
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keith Wants to Experiment   August 20, 2024
  11. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—August, 2024
    While I had a lot of fun in the previous post, I didn’t get off.  The next day was Saturday and I woke up with a very large, demanding, erection.  I had liked the mix of men on Saturdays at the bookstore that had created a sexual playground of gloryholes and dark cubicles, with a medical exam table for public fucking.  I packed my lunch, as always, and drove east to see what trouble I could get into…
     
    It's dark.  It takes long seconds for my eyes to adjust.  I stand right by the door and wait.  Soon enough I can see men milling about it the shadowy light from all the television screens scattered around the walls of the main room.  I sit, as usual, where I can see several—all showing a different type of porn.  My cock is let out.  It hardens up...and in moments I have a mouth on it.
    The man sucking me is the man who almost always is the first to get his mouth on me here.  He is likely my age, with a head of grey hair, now cut so short I almost didn’t recognize him.  But I sure recognize his tongue.  He is an excellent cocksucker.  And obviously loves it.  He goes repeatedly from my shaft to my balls, remembering how much I love that.  This time, as he comes up for air, he surprises me with: “My ass is available, too.” 
    I tell him I’ve literally just walked in and not thinking about fucking quite yet and to look for me a little later.  He goes off.  I see him lead a man into a cubicle—and soon hear the moans of the new man in his mouth.
    I wander.
    I get some head in the small lounge from a much older man as another patron jerks off to us.
    I move on to the back room, the home of the medical exam table.  A man is sitting, jerking to trans porn here.  I unzip and feed him my cock.  We are soon joined by a third, who goes to his knees and sucks the guy sucking me.  My sucker is good.  And generous.  He takes me out of his mouth and tells the guy sucking him to try my dick.  The third man does.  Repeatedly.  Going back and forth between the two hard cocks.  The guy sitting there is not left alone for long.  A fourth man feeds him his dick—and a load.
    The guy who started on the seated man, can’t get enough of cock. “Please give me your cum.”  I tell I’m just warming up, and excuse myself.
    I wander.  I end up at the slurp ramp.  I watch a man being serviced there, his body flattened against the plywood wall, getting head from some anonymous man through the glory hole.  In moments, he groans and his body shakes.  I watch his ass clench and release as he fires his seed into the unknown man’s mouth.
    He notices me, and rather sheepishly, puts his cock away.  He musters a smile and moves to the exit.  I take his place.  I like the idea of giving the cocksucker another dick so soon after his reward.  But I don’t stay long—the guy is terrible, all teeth.  I pull out, afraid of a nick on my glans.
    I wander.  The guy who wanted my load back near the exam table is kneeling on a couch in the middle of the main room.  He is using the back as support for his chest and sucking a guy who stands behind the sofa.  I go stand next to the guy getting head.  He grins at me and pushes the willing sucker over onto me.  I let him suck me a bit, before pushing him back to the first man for another round.
    A bear of man also kneels on the sofa, to suck whoever is not getting sucked at the moment.  I let him do me.  A tall Black man stands to my side and whips out his dick.  Now the three of us trade off on the two hungry mouths.  I love the rotation and find it hot to watch, even when it’s not my turn in someone’s mouth.
    I wander back to where I started.  A hot trucker type finds me there.  He nods to me and kneels without really waiting for an invitation.  He is hungry and loves to takes every millimeter of my length into his throat.  He finally pulls off me.  “You’ve got to fuck my ass with this thing.”
    Looking like he just stepped out of his big rig, I ask if he’s prepped for that.  He assures me he is, as we walk to the exam table.  “I want everyone to see me take this dick,” he murmurs as he undresses.  He is hairy in all the right places.  I show him how to raise the end of the table, to get his ass higher for my long legs.  He gets up and I go to the floor to lick his hairy crack. 
    “Eat me out,” he moans.
    When I finally come up to fuck, I notice we have an audience of one.  A guy around my age and build is stroking to our action.  I suggest he use the trucker’s mouth, but he stays where he is, relentlessly jerking.  I slide into the trucker’s ass.  He moans again, and tells me to fuck him.  Hard.
    I start slowly, but build quite fast.  Soon, I am rocking the table with my thrusts.  I wonder if I am going to shoot.  Things feel really good.  But it’s the trucker who asks for a break.  And my number.  He’s hot enough I give it to him.  He takes off, late for work.
    I go to my car and get lunch.  My phone, which I always leave on the front seat, goes off.  It’s the trucker.  He has sent me a message.  “I prefer to get fucked fully dressed as Synthia” he tells me.  Another ding on my phone and there he is in full regalia.  I answer rather neutrally.  I thought he was hot as fuck as his butch self; his cross-dressing persona does nothing for me…but whatever works for him.  I’m just not sure it will ever be my dick fucking around that pink thong.
    I finish my lunch and go back inside, to the chair where I started.  The guy who stroked to us as I fucked the trucker finds me.  “You suck cock, right?” he asks.
    I nod.
    He unzips and asks that I finish him off.  He is so close to shooting it takes very little tongue work.  It’s a big load from his very average dick and small balls.
    I sit there, enjoying the taste of his sweet cum.  And it makes my hungry for more.
    A distinguished looking 50-something approaches me.  “May I?” he asks, indicating my wet cock.
    I nod.  He goes to his knees and sucks.  He moans the entire time he works on my cock.  He looks up, all smiles.  “You must top, too, yes?”
    I nod.
    He gets up and takes me into the nearest cubicle, drawing the curtain shut.  In a moment he is out of his dress pants and white shirt.  (Why would anyone wear that to this place??)  Then his boxers come off.  He is naked but for dress socks.  He leans on the bench, presenting me a nicely shaped ass.  I go to my knees and rim him.  He moans—loader now with no cock in his mouth.  I hear the curtain rustle—certain that someone is now watching us.  I lick and spit and get his ass good and wet.
    “Please fuck me hard.”  A beat.  “Sir.”
    I stand up.  The ‘Sir’ makes me slap his wet ass crack with my very hard cock.  He gasps. 
    “You want me inside your ass?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You like raw dick up there?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    I stick my cock in him.  He moans but takes me much more easily than I thought he might.  I begin a slow fuck.
    “Use me anyway you want to.” He groans out, quickly adding “Sir.”
    I fuck him hard.  I am building to a nice climax after all the play today.
    “I’m going to load your hole…”
    “Yes, Sir.  Breed me,” he whimpers.  “It’s all I’m good for…”
    Damn, he knows what to say.  His ass feels great, but his mind fuck is hotter yet.
    “I…” I start to say—but I can’t continue, as I shoot my load deep into his ass.  Blast after blast.  I stay in place for a long time.  I slowly pull out.  “Clean me up,” I tell him.
    He hesitates.  Then his tongue touches my spent cock.  He moans in surprise at the deliciousness at the mix of his ass jizz and my cum.  He can’t stop sucking my wilting dick…
    *
    I found him online afterwards, by accident.  In his profile he stated he has a very sub wife who loves to see him degraded…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Trucker and the Well-Dressed Daddy   August 18, 2024
  12. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2024
    The end of July and early August was quite busy for me professionally.  I didn’t get a chance to play again until the first Friday afternoon of the month.  I tried to find some playroom action, but once I found a couple of regulars were too busy themselves, I opted for an afternoon at the re-modeled bookstore video room.
    As I parked, I was pleased to see the couple (who come here together to suck dick) eating lunch in their car.  I nod to them and go in…
     
    I don’t have long to wait.  I’ve just gotten my cock out and the two guys come in from the parking lot.  The one with the shaved head goes first.  He gives me rather aggressive head as his partner watches. When his knees tire, the more mild-mannered one takes his place.  It’s a great study in contrasts—both very satisfying.
    I look around the room as they work on my dick.  In a corner, tucked almost under the gay screen, is the man I christened the Voyeur.  Now that he so often sticks his dick into my mouth, it is not quite as fitting a moniker.  He is stroking his long, thin, slightly curved cock to the blow job I am receiving.   My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls.  He moans a little as he tongues the slightly sweaty orbs. 
    After one more round of his mouth on my dick, the two of them take off, likely having spent much of the morning here.  The Voyeur gets up and comes over, sitting one chair away from me.  We chat a little, as there is now no one else in the room.  I haven’t seen him here since the theatres got wiped out by the drunk driver.  He has been traveling, he tells me.  We both continue to stroke as we catch up.
    Eventually, I get on my knees and take him into my mouth.  It is such a nice fit, to have this ebony cock inside my mouth.  It is thin enough not to worry about teeth or breathing—until he decides to fuck the final half inch into my throat.  Now I can’t breathe as I choke on it.  He loves how my throat constricts and juices up.   He does it again and again.
    New men have arrived as we have been talking and while I’ve been on my knees.  A couple of regulars and one man I’ve never seen before.  He sits near us.  He opens his fly and strokes to the blow job I’m giving.  The Voyeur seems to know him.  He nods at him and then taps me on the shoulder.  I come up for air.
    “I want to see you fuck him,” he whispers to me.  He indicates the guy near us.  He is stroking madly.  “Stand up and show him your dick.”
    I do just that.  Instantly the guy stands up and starts stripping off his dress pants and shirt.  He’s likely 50’s, white with a deep summer tan and in great shape. 
    “Take that cock up your ass for me,” the Voyeur hisses, the moment the guy is naked but for black socks.  He grins and starts to dig for lube.
    “I have some,” I say as I go back to my knees and begin eating this guy’s shapely ass.  He groans and reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart.  I zero in on his hole and get it very wet.  I spit continually.  Each time the sound of it makes the Voyeur’s hand speed up on his cock.
    Suddenly, the guy pulls away from me.  He wants to taste my dick.  I sit and let him.  He gets me as wet as I got his ass.  He stands up and bends, placing his ass at a great angle for the Voyeur to see the action.  I stand and spit on his pucker one last time, as I lube up my cock.  I sink into him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch. 
    “Oh, fuck…” the guy groans out.
    I stop.  Wait.  And give him the last few inches.  My pubes scrape his upturned ass.
    “Fuck him,” the Voyeur hisses.
    I begin a slow in and out, a rather shallow stroke.  This is too little for both the fuckee and the Voyeur. 
    “Give it to him hard!”
    “Harder!  I can take it.”
    I speed up and really let him have it.
    The guy instantly begins to pant—and to push back, grinding his ass onto my dick.
    This motion makes the Voyeur shoot.  He just has time to pull his shirt out of the way, so it’s not covered.  The guy pulls off my dick, scoops up his clothes and races to the restroom.  He is dressed and out the door before the Voyeur is cleaned up.  He thanks me for the visual and leaves…
    *
    I sit back down.  An older Latino has been stroking to my fuck.  He brings his smallish dick over and I suck him.  With very little work, I get a load out of him.  He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it by way of thanks.  He zips up and leaves, almost colliding with the guy I’d fucked coming back in.
    “I want more—even if I’m late for work…”
    He drops his pants to his ankles and proceeds to sit on my dick.  He bounces on my cock, higher and higher, taking it deeply into his gut.  I grab his hips and keep him from pulling all the way off me.  He pounds himself down on me.  His legs can’t take too much of this.  He finally slows and pulls off my dripping dick.
    “Now I have to get to work.  Thanks.”  He pulls up his pants.  “Someday I want your load.”
    And he leaves.
    I stroke.   
    In less than five minutes, he’s back.
    He drops his pants and leans against the wall, leaning across the seat the Voyeur had been in.  “Please give me a load to take to work.”
    I stand up.  I am far more likely to be able to load him in this position.  I lube up a little more and push into his very wet hole.  I am fucking as hard as the first time.  And I think I might be able to give him what he needs.
    I am so damn close—and his work phone goes off.  In one deft move, he squirms away from me, pulls his pants up and runs to the bathroom.  I hear him chatting to his boss for a moment.  Suddenly, the door bangs open and he races out of the room, slamming the main door.  I never see him again…
    *
    That was the hot part of the afternoon.  But there was one more I want to detail, as I like to chronicle how we have sex here in the 21st Century.
    Sometime later, the Talker came in.  We were alone in the room.  He detailed how he hated the new set up.  Then we were joined by a white guy in his 70’s.  He sat next to me—and eventually asked if he could touch my cock.  I let him.
    He did—and then he stood up and dropped his walking shorts.  He was wearing a diaper that had been duck taped to his body—so he could wear it all afternoon and nothing could drip out.  “My wife did this to me,” he lamented, “when I told her where I was going.”  He went on to say she does this all the time to punish him.  “She had my cock pierced, too.  And has me in a cage.” 
    I had no proof of that.  Or even if there is a wife.  He eventually blew me—not very well—while the Talker shut up and fed me his cock.  As soon as Duct Tape Man got up off his knees, he complained of the heat in the room and left…
    I do love recording the weird as well as the wonderful…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "I Want to See You Fuck Him!"   August 16, 2024
  13. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—July, 2024
     
    After the orgy-interruptus detailed in the last post, no reader of this blog should be surprised that the next afternoon I went looking to get off.  It was a Sunday afternoon at my usual bookstore, with all of us now in one room.  And what a varied bunch it was…
     
    I go in, letting my eyes adjust to the light.  Men are scattered around the room.  No one seems to be doing anything.  Yet.  There is a sexual tension in the room.  Everyone waiting for someone to make the first move.
    I sit where I can see both screens with a turn of my head.  I unbutton, pull out my blue-balled cock and stroke.  In moments, a regular is on his knees in front of me.  He is slightly older and me with a very long and grey goatee.  He swallows me down.  He alternates between tonguing the head, taking me to the root and using the soft hair of his goatee to mop up my precum.
    Another man joins us.  His tiny dick is hard as he jerks to us.  He is also whiney—desperate to have a turn on my cock.  If he’d ask nicely, I would let him.  But he’s demanding it.  It puts both me and my cocksucker off the idea of sharing.
    My goateed sucker is not giving up.  He is determined to get me off.  Even with me needing release, it just isn’t that easy.  And he is doing the same three things over and over.  Never varying anything.  It slowly goes from erotic to friction to annoying.  I finally ask for a break.
    I expect the annoying guy to be right there, but he is enraptured in the threeway happening onscreen. 
    A new arrival.  A larger guy.  Older.  He sits next to me.  He ogles my wet cock, but makes no move.  He opens his fly and gropes himself.  Poppers come out.  He offers them to me but I decline.  He takes a hit and sighs.  His hand moves faster in his crotch.
    We chat as we watch the porn.  He’s a widower.  “Thank God for this place,” he tells me.  He offers me a hit once again.  I shake my head.  He takes one, groping himself faster as the fumes hit. 
    “May I?”  I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth.  There’s not a lot of dick there, but his balls are juicing everything up like crazy.  He loves my tongue and he caresses my head and ears as I lick him dry.  The more I lick, the more poppers he takes and the more his dick drools into my mouth. 
    I finally get up.  He thanks me and becomes my best audience for the rest of his time there. 
    A man who I used to fuck regularly here, emerges from the farthest corner.  I hadn’t noticed him.  He strips down.  And sits next to me on the opposite side of the older man.  I suck him for a bit.  He also has a bottle of poppers and it keeps his dick perpetually soft.
    We reverse.  This is more fun.  And a better show for the older man.  He loves seeing my dick sucked up close and right in front of him.
    The door opens.  Another white man around my age.  He watches the blow jog for a moment before he goes around the corner.  We hear him strip down.  He comes back to us wearing nothing but tennis shoes and nipple clamps connected by a chain.
    My sucker stops and sits down.  Nipple Clamps is on him.  Sucking him for the prize.  The poppers come out again, now keeping him from getting hard in the new man’s mouth.  But they both keeps trying.  Finally, the new guy goes around the corner to sit, his knees tired.
    I stand up and follow him.  “Suck this one,” I murmur, letting it swing in front of his face.  He gobbles me down.  He’s good.  The best today.  I reach down and grab the chain connecting the two clamps.  I tug slightly.  His body shivers and he redoubles his efforts to please me.  I let him suck at his own pace.  Then I begin to fuck his face.  He groans.  And takes me effortlessly.
    I pull out.  I go down on my haunches.  I twist the chain slightly.  He grabs his cock and jerks.  I add more pressure.  His nips are an angry red.  I twist once more.  His cock goes off.  Mine is just below his and it is covered with his cum.  I stand up and tell him to lick it off.  He is suddenly no longer an obedient sub.  He declines and gets dressed.  I use his cum for lube…
    *
    From the beginning, one of the men in the room was a very hot Latino.  Likely early 40’s, Hollywood handsome face.  He went from groping to openly jerking his sizable dick.  He sat where he could see all the action and both screens.  He was exclusively on the straight screen when I arrived, but was watching both (and us) as the afternoon progressed.
    The men I played with all commented on him to me in whispers.  How hot, but why bother to be here, they all said, if you aren’t going to do anything.  I countered that this new set up was perfect for him.  He would never have ventured into the gay side when the theatres were separate.  And now he can watch gay action and see it’s not so scary.  I’m betting, if he keeps coming back, he will be letting guys on his dick in six months…
    *
    I sit back down with my jizz covered cock.  I stroke.  A white guy, with a shaved head and in his 50’s, comes in.  A gym built body.  He instantly pulls out a beautiful seven incher.  He strokes, sitting to my right, next to the older, juicy man.  I stroke, occasionally licking some of the nipple clamp’s jizz from my fingers.  Shaved Head is looking at me.
    “Do you want that sucked?” I venture.
    “No, but I’m cumming on your dick.”
    It doesn’t take him long.  He stands and beckons me over.  My dick is no longer frothy from the first load on it.  He aims and covers me with really milky cum.  There is so much, some drips to the floor, but not much.  I finger some up to my mouth and I taste it.  His eyes are riveted to me.  I smile.  He smiles.  He quickly zips up and leaves.
    I stroke with a new load on my cock.  I can’t believe I have had guys do this twice in one day—as it’s something that has rarely happened to me.
    A hot boy comes in.  He sits next to the cock sucker who can’t get hard due to poppers.  In moments, he is sucking off the young man, feeding him poppers.  I know the guy is going to shoot.  So, I suck the older man next to me.  Surprisingly, he gives me a full load and leaves.
    The young man leaves, sated.  The poppers guy says goodbye, too.  The hot Latino also shoves his very hard cock in his jeans and leaves.
    And Tit Clamp is back.  He wants to get fucked.  He strips naked.  He bends slightly, but as my hard dick finds his hole, he straightens up making the entry impossible.  I bend him over more.  He does the same thing.  And again.  He finally says, he should get home.  He dresses and leaves.
    And I’m alone.
    Fuck, not again. 
    I wait.
    The door opens.  A young guy.  Cute, late 20’s, white, a little cubby with dark curly hair.  He sits where the Latino sat—far away from me.  But his eyes are on my dick.  He takes his out, by stepping out of his shorts.  He’s wearing no underwear.  His cock is longer than I expect, thin and uncut.
    “Do you want it sucked?”
    He walks over to me.  He fondles my erection, jerking it for a moment, before he turns and tries to sit on me.
    “You are going to need so much more lube,” I tell him.  (Shaved Head’s cum is long gone from my shaft.)  I get him to kneel on the chair.  He has a wonderfully furry crack.  I tongue him while greasing up my dick.
    “Fuck me, daddy.”
    I stand up and my head finds his hole.  I enter.  He yelps like a stuck pig.  “No way,” he pants.  “You are so much bigger than I thought…”
    I really need to cum.  He seems to have no interest in sucking me.
    “Can I eat your ass until I shoot?”
    He loves this idea.
    And so do I.  He juts his full, hairy ass towards me.  I chow down.  He’s groaning and stroking as I tongue fuck him.  The lube on my cock has reactivated the residual cum of the two men who shot on it.  Or at least in my mind it feels that way.  I jerk and lick and spit.  The young man groans out: “No one eats my ass…”
    In moments, I am dropping the huge load I should have shot on Saturday…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Relief Comes in So Many Shapes and Sizes   August 14, 2024
  14. FelchingPisser

    Four Becomes Five

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    The Show-Offs

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—July, 2024
     
    As the month of July came to a close, I had one last afternoon session in the closest bookstore.  It was a Friday.  And busy—with fresh faces and old standbys…
     
    I close the door to the new porn room behind me.  There are half a dozen men here in the half light.  They are still all zipped up, but eyeing each other as much as the videos.  I sit where I can see both screens with just a slight turn of my head.  I spot the couple who come here in the afternoons to watch each other suck other men.  In moments, the bald partner is on my dick.  He always acts as if he has to do battle with my thick cock—to conquer it with his throat.  And the idea of it all, makes him hard.  He unzips as he takes me repeatedly deep inside him.
    He comes up for air and leverages himself to stand by using my knees.  His more mild-mannered partner is about to come have his turn, but he loses out to the guy who is sitting next to me.  I don’t know this man.  He is significantly older than anyone else in the room.  And very toothy.  I remind him to cover his teeth.  He tries, but he can’t keep them covered.  I finally beg off before he does actual damage.
    Now the mild-mannered partner gets up and kneels in front of me.  I’m kind of surprised that he is doing me after another man who isn’t his partner.  But his mouth is great.  Totally soothing after the toothy guy.   And he does my balls.  He always remembers I want that—and loves licking them as much as I love having it done.
    He gets up when his knees tire.  The two look around the room.  His bald partner sucks me one more time, while his partner watches avidly.  When he gets up, they decide to go home. 
    I sigh contentedly.  I have had four sessions with three mouths in my first 20 minutes here.  Now, I stroke to the two movies.  Both are good.  The gay is a five man orgy and the straight involves two hot older men on a young woman.
    The door opens.  It’s Jamal, the man who I met here recently.  He is the one who sat on my face while Braydon was rimming me.  We nod to each other.  He sits against the wall.  He pulls out his dick and begins jerking, his long black curls swaying with the rhythm of his stroking.
    He gestures me over.  I kneel and take him in my mouth.  He’s fatter than I remembered.  I work his generous foreskin back with my tongue.  There is a downward curve to his cock, that takes up every millimeter of room in my throat.  I suck him until we are both breathless. 
    He pulls me up so he can take me into his mouth.  The other men in the room like these two horse-cocked studs showing off with each other.  Everyone in the room is now jerking or kneading their fly.  I hold on to his ears and fuck his face.  He’s surprised, but loves it; it makes his cock drool fresh precum, looking very white on his ebony skin.
    The door opens.  Two men come in.  They have obviously never been in this space before.  They scope out the room and find two seats near us.  Both are white and dressed for the hot day.  One is much more reserved than the other.  In moments, one has stripped naked.  He bends to suck the shy guy.  He deliberately doesn’t go to his knees so he can show off his ass.  I sit down next to Jamal and watch this round of cock sucking.  Jamal elbows me, indicating I should do that undulating ass.  I sit and wait.  Stroking.  The guy comes up for air and sits down.  His partner or friend has a nice dick—one that he all but hides now.
    The naked guy smiles at me.  I nod.  He gets up again and sucks the shy man.  He is waving his ass in my direction once again.  It can’t be more of an invitation.   I go and stand next to the guys.  In moments, the sucker is on my cock, getting it wet for his ass.  This makes the shy guy harder.  His cock swells as the other guy licks me.
    I pull away and kneel behind the sucker, who has his mouth back on the first guy.  He is surprised by my tongue, but moans out his approval around the slab of meat in his mouth. I stand up.  I sink easily into his high mileage hole.  I fuck him, slow and deep.  He pulls off the cock and tells me to fuck him harder.  I do.  He goes back to sucking and I pick up the tempo.  I am forcing him deeper onto the thick cock in front of him with each stroke.
    Jamal stands up and strokes to my fuck.  I make a gesture that says he could take a turn.  Jamal shakes his head.  I slow down a little and then speed up again.  Finally, the guy getting fucked asks for a break.  I pull out, and he spins around to clean my dick.
    We all catch our breath.  But not for long.  The naked guy stands up, bends and sucks.  I stand up too.  I plow into him.  This really excites the guy he came in with.  In moments he empties his nuts down the guy’s throat as I keep on plowing.
    We break as the guy goes to wash and leave.  I ask Jamal why he didn’t take a turn.  He tells me he likes more meat on the men he fucks.  Men like Braydon, not this skinny guy.  I turn to the bottom.  He tells me they aren’t a couple, just two guys who were chatting online and decided to meet in a public spot.  We wait for the bathroom door to open—and then the entrance door to close behind his hook up.  “Now fuck me one more time.  Deeper the better.”
    He stands and bends.  I go back to eating his hole as Jamal jerks to the scene.  I stand up.  I slide into his slick hole.  Jamal stands up and tells me to breed him.  My cock and balls are thinking the same thing.  In moments, I groan out my orgasm—holding on to the stranger’s thin hips as I shoot into his guts…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Show-Offs   August 9.2024
  16. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—July, 2024
     
    I had picked up a short work gig for the middle of July.  It changed my playtime radically as my afternoons were now about the job.  I was finally able to play by Saturday night, a very different time to my usual afternoon bookstore jaunts.  I expected to see new faces.  For better or worse, I certainly did…
     
    I open the door.  A trim bear is across the room from me, jerking a very average dick.  Scattered around the room are three cross dressers.  (I use this term deliberately, as it was clear that all three dressed for this occasion—it is not how they lived 24/7.)  I go in and sit.  Two of the CD’s are late 20’s.  They know each other and converse across the room.  The third is a man closer to my age.  All are dressed completely with wigs, skirts, blouses and boots.  One of the young ones takes off almost immediately.    The other younger one idly replaces the bear’s hand on his cock and begins to stroke it.
    The older CD stands and struts toward me.  “Like this?” he asks with a wave of his hand down the length of his body.
    I shrug.  I support their right to do as they want, but men fully dressed as women really don’t do a thing for me.  He stands next to me.  His cock is getting hard and tents the short, short skirt.  He pulls the fabric up.  He has a nice seven incher.  “Suck me,” he instructs with a shake of his head, making the acrylic curls bounce.
    Across the room, the other CD is now on her knees sucking the bear’s cock.
    I hesitate—and take the dick in my mouth.  I am rewarded with a pearl of precum.  And a string of instructions in how to suck him.   Nothing I do seem to be right.  My lips are too tight.  Now they are too loose.  No tongue.  Lick me harder.  Suck me off…  He never stops.
    I quickly realize it is just something for him to say—but it’s pissing me off.  I know how to suck a dick.  I finally excuse myself and go to the bathroom for a piss.  When I emerge, the older guy is gone—and the younger one is riding the bear’s cock.  In moments, a load is delivered.  They both take off.
    I am blissfully alone in the room for about five minutes.  A regular, around my age, comes in.  He sits next to me and pulls out his dick.  We both like that all three holes are being used on the straight screen.  Soon, he stands up and feeds me his cock.  He knows to just let me go to work.  All he does is sigh…
    The door opens.  A young white guy in his 30’s comes in, someone I have never seen here.  He sits next to us.  He unzips instantly and strokes, watching us, not the porn.
    In a moment I hear, “May I suck you?”
    I grunt, around the cock in my mouth.  The young man, with rather shaggy dark hair, kneels and takes my cock deep into his mouth.  I am surprised when the regular pulls out of my mouth and chooses to just watch the new guy work on me.  This young man is great and beats his cock the entire time he sucks.
    “Get my balls, too…” I prompt him.
    He moves there—and groans at the taste of me underneath my ball sack.  He licks them thoroughly, leaving them wet and dripping with his very viscous spittle.  He licks up the length of my shaft again and devours my whole cock once more.  He begins to make himself choke on me.  I love how his throat contracts around my thickness.  I actually think I might be able to get off in his mouth if he keeps it up.
    He suddenly stands.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I lean forward and take his regulation cock in my mouth.  He explodes five or six big blasts of jizz and wilts quickly, becoming very sensitive.  This inspires the older guy to shoot.  He starts for my mouth to give me the load, but most goes on the floor before he reaches me.  I lick him clean, too.
    I am alone.  Again.  And stroking. 
    The thickly built, bearded Black guy who likes to be in charge of any bottoms he finds here, comes in.  We nod to each other.  He works his phone, off to the side.  In moments, a white guy, early 50’s, gym preserved, and showing off every muscle, comes in, looking at his phone.  His eyes light up when he sees the other man.  He crosses to him and greets and begins to strip.  Well, this is a fuck I want to see.  And I might even get sloppy seconds…
    In Charge, opens his fly, and lets the naked but for gym shoes, stud go to his knees.  He slurps loudly on the growing cock.  They are by the gay screen.  I can see everything plainly, but I’m not in their line of vision.  Once the thick cock is wet, Gym Shoes straightens up.  In Charge grabs his hips and turns him.  He buries his bearded face in the man’s ass.  This is something I have never seen him do.  He slobbers until the man is panting.
    In Charge stands up.  Gym Shoes kneels on the new, wonderful chairs— his hard as rock ass, presented in all its glory.  In Charge kneels, to lick it once more.  (Fuck, I know that feeling!) He reaches under the guy and he grabs his dick.  Gym Shoes groans and blow his load all over the seat.  In Charge stands up and shoot a load all over the hot ass—never once getting inside the guy.
    But they are both totally pleased with themselves.  They go into the restroom together to wash up—and take off.  So much for sloppy seconds…
    I stroke for a good ten minutes all alone.  I think about going.  I don’t want to stay to closing if no one else is here.
    The door opens.  A white guy, 50’s and well-built comes in.  He is in tan walking shorts, with a matching button-down shirt.  My eyes can’t leave his combat boots.  They are the same as mine.  It is the same look I walked around Fornication Weekend and got so many appreciative stares. 
    He sits near me—leaving a chair between us.  He soon pulls out his hardening cock—cut, thick and meaty.
    He looks at me.  “I don’t suppose you suck dick, do you?”
    “Sure.”
    “Would you?  I just don’t want to cum…”
    I go to my knees.   Everything is right.  He smells great, with that slight tang of late in the day sweat down there.  His dick is thick, but not so thick I need to worry about my teeth.  He is juicing like crazy.  He rubs my head, enjoying the feel of my closely cropped hair.  Twice he stops me, fearing he’ll shoot.  I keep hoping he’ll given in and give me the load.
    But he doesn’t. 
    I work harder.  He stops me again.  “I need to shoot this load when I get home,” he tells me. 
    I nod and go back to licking his sweaty balls…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A New Night = New Men   August 7, 2024
  17. FelchingPisser

    Feeding Time

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—July, 2024
    The second Saturday of the month, I went back to the bookstore with the play area and the medical exam table.  Saturdays there had been really good.  This one continued that tradition, but it also had a very different feel.  The parking lot was filling as I arrived…
     
    I walk in.  It is dark after the bright, just-before-noon sun outside.  My eyes adjust.  Men are milling.  And sucking each other.  Everywhere.  It takes a few moments for me to realize that I, as old as I am, seem to be the youngest man here.  I settle down where I can see several screens (and two men getting sucked on the huge couch across from me) and whip out my hardening dick.
    I don’t have to wait long.  A man in a straw fedora and an obscene bulge in his walking shorts, comes over.  He grabs my cock and jerks.  I ask him to ease up.  He does.  Now it feels good.  He keeps leaning in—you know he wants to suck it—but can’t seem to bring himself to do it.
    “Let’s go into the cabana,” he hisses.
    I shake my head.  My refusal gives him the courage to bend down and take me in his mouth, which feels 100 times better than his hand.  He sucks me, bent over, not kneeling, until another man sits in the chair next to mine so he can watch.  Straw Fedora is out of there like a shot.
    The new guy gives me even better head.
    A third man comes up.  He is a regular here.  I have had him on my dick every time.  He respectfully waits until sucker number two stands up.  “You’ll love that dick,” the departing guy tells him.
    “Oh, I know…”
    He kneels and I close my eyes.  He has the best skills so far today.  My balls are soon covered with an amazing amount of spittle…
    *
    And so it goes.  I’m sucked, sitting in the chair by the medical exam table.  I am sucked in the overstuffed chair in the small porn room—this time with an audience of masturbating men.  But no one wants to let me suck their dick.  I even fuck a throat through the gloryholes off the slurp ramp.
    I settle on the big couch.  A man, a good ten years older than I, asks politely if he can suck my cock.  I nod.  He strips naked and settles down between my spread legs.  He is the best, so far.  He can take me to the root effortlessly.  He slobbers on my balls and spends a long time drying them with his tongue.  He moans deliciously whenever he gets some precum on his tongue.
    Lots of other men stand behind us and watch and knead themselves.  One sits next to me and rubs my nipples through my A-shirt. 
    My sucker laps up another gush of precum.  “You know,” he murmurs, “if your cock were to drip ‘anything’ into my mouth, it would be fine with me.”
    I nod.  I would love to feed him piss, but I am not nearly hydrated enough yet on this hot day in July.  He dives back down, filling his throat with my incredibly hard shaft…
    *
    I only get up from the couch when my expert sucker’s knees grow tired.  I jerk alone for a moment in the small room, swigging constantly from my water bottle.  And it’s working.  I can feel my bladder fill.
    The nipple tweaker walks in.  Without asking, he goes to his knees and sucks my cock.  Another expert.  These men have perfected their technique over 50+ years of active cock worship.  I am very happy.
    He pulls off me.  And is more direct.  “I want your piss, too.”
    He’s timed it right.  We go into the bathroom.  He kneels in front of the urinal.
    “It may be strong, on this hot day.”
    “I don’t care.”
    I shoot a quick splash into his mouth.  He gurgles it down happily.  I give him more.  Straight down his throat.  For the first time, his exposed cock gets really hard.  The stream peters out and he licks me clean, before thanking me enthusiastically.
    “So hard to find feeders,” he says standing up, with a slight assist from me.
    *
    I am back at the glory hole, standing on the slurp ramp and feeding my dick to some unknown sucker.  He’s fine.  And I like not seeing him for a change.  Straw Fedora arrives.  He plays with my balls and takes his own cock out to jerk.  I step to the side and he feeds the unknown sucker his short but fat cock.  We alternate for the guy—short, long, short, long, until I am ready to move on.
    I find the guy, who first brought up piss, sitting in the small room.  “I have something for you.”
    He knows just what I have.  He follows me into the bathroom.  It’s his turn to kneel in front of the urinal.  I suddenly wonder if these two piss guys are partners.  I muse on that as my cock spurts the pale gold nectar into his eager mouth.  He erects too, as I empty my bladder down his throat.  He touches himself once, and spills his cum on the damp floor…
    *
    Things are winding down.  A man younger than I appears.  The first I’ve seen.  He is pushing 40—and is a light blond bear.  He comes over.  He tells me this is his first time here.  “Are there slings?”
    I shake my head.  “You want the exam table.”  I lead the way.  He gets undressed and gets on the table.  I rim him, but I can tell that being on his back will make for a bad entry—he’s one of those men where his hole is closer to his spine.
    I tell him he should stand and bend.  He eagerly complies.  I sink into him now with no issues.
    “Fuck, you’re bigger than I thought.”  He pants and is soon taking me like my dick were no bigger than a breadstick.
    After all the mouths, it’s great to be in an ass.  And a wet, clingy one at that.  I am going to shoot any time.
    “Cum in him,” says the regular who sucked me early on.  “Fill up his ass.”  He comes over and pulls apart the guy’s ass cheeks for me.  My cock sinks deeper.
    The Bear groans.   I groan.  The sucker moans, as if I were fucking him. 
    And I’m there.  I drop a load after my three hours of edging with countless men’s mouths.  The Bear tightens down, milking every drop out of me.  I marinate for a minute, then pull out.  The Bear turns and cleans me up—the last mouth on my cock after so many others I’ve lost count…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Feeding Time   August 3, 2024
  18. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—July, 2024
     
    Braydon, the cubby cum pig I often meet at the bookstore, sent me a text.  He wanted to fuck—either at the bookstore or my playroom.  We both love incorporating other men into our play so we chose the bookstore.  I asked if he’d been there since it had re-opened, with both screens in one room.  He had—but thought we needed to christen it with our type of play.  I agreed.  We met there on a Friday afternoon…
     
    I get there first.  The room seems empty.  No, I’m wrong; there is action in the back corner near the gay screen.  A very attractive young Black man is being blown by an older, naked white guy.  The guy in a ball cap, who I last saw text a bottom to find him here, is standing, feeding his cock into the younger man’s mouth.  It’s a hot scene.  I sit opposite them and undo my fly.
    The men across from me shift.  Ball Cap now sucks the young man and the naked older guy stands up and puts his semi-hard dick in the young man’s mouth.  Then he sees me for the first time.  He comes over and goes to his knees.  He takes me deep into his throat, wiggling his naked ass in the direction of the other two men.
    He finally pulls off me.  I think he was expecting an instant load.  He chatters about my thick cock and how he’d love it up his ass.  I tell him that’s possible, but I am waiting for a fuck bud who’s due any minute.  He goes back to sucking me, but as soon as another man comes in, he makes a beeline for the newbie and is soon sucking him to completion.
    As the naked guy leaves for the new dick, the other two men move to me.  Jamal, (though I didn’t learn his name until I left) is mid 30’s.  His hair is medium length and the curls move as he sucks cock.  He is short and thin and has a hot, tight body.  He is sitting next to me now.  He leans over and begins to suck my cock.  I turn slightly to give him a better angle.  Ball Cap fists Jamal’s thick cock and strokes it.  I am loving his talented mouth on my precum-oozing dick.
    I am so wrapped up in the sex, I don’t notice Braydon arrive until he is standing in front of me.  He grins, goes to his knees and begins sucking Ball Cap.  Jamal pulls off my dick and goes for my balls.  He spits on them and licks it all up.
    Braydon comes up for air.  Jamal does, too.  He seems to recognize Braydon.  Braydon crawls over and sucks Jamal.  Ball Cap and I stand up on either side of Braydon, stroking.  Never stopping his sucking, Braydon reaches back and pulls his shorts down, revealing his hairy jock strapped ass.  I kneel and rim him a little, though the angle is awkward.  Ball Cap is totally turned on by the scene.
    “Fuck him,” I say, coming up for air.
    Ball Cap replaces me, kneeling behind Brayden.  He sinks his dick into the furry hole.  He gasps as he sinks to the hilt.  He fucks him hard.  In moments, he’s groaning as his load shoots into Braydon.
    Braydon spins around to clean Ball Cap as he stands up.  He goes back to sucking Jamal as I kneel behind him.  I push a drop of stray cum back into him and fuck.  I love the look on Jamal’s face as my dick sinks in.
    “I’m fucking that cum deeper,” I tell him.
    He groans.
    “You want a turn up his butt?”
    He nods.
    I fuck for a few more minutes, than move to let him fuck Braydon.  I move so Braydon can clean my cock as Jamal pushes into him.
    “Ooooh….” croons Jamal.  He loves the feel of another man’s cum for lube.  I glance to my left.  Ball Cap is still here.  His cock has not deflated.  He is jerking it.
    Jamal pulls out.  He brings me his dick to clean.  It’s the first time I have had his cock in my mouth and it is coated in another man’s cum.  It’s thick, with a slight bend down near the head.  And uncut.  His foreskin is filled with ass jizz and cum.  I lick him clean. 
    He fucks Braydon again.  When he pulls out, I want it in my mouth again, but tell Braydon to clean him up as I fuck him.  Braydon loves being filled at both ends with big dicks.
    We switch off in Braydon’s ass, fucking him hard and fast.  I clean Jamal up after the next round.  Braydon is panting and blissed out.  I fuck him once more.  Then Jamal.
    “I can shoot again!”  Ball Cap stands up.  Jamal pulls out.  Ball Cap pushes in and fires off another round, after only a few strokes.
    Jamal and I take turns pushing the new load deeper into Braydon with our cocks.
    Jamal pants.  Hard.
    “Did you shoot?”
    “A little—taste it.”
    He pulls out and I rim Braydon’s gaping ass.
    Braydon groans.  I keep going until my knees give out.
    “I want you to eat my hole,” I tell him.  I drop my pants and sit in the chair, tilting my pelvis to give him a good angle.  Jamal sits to my side.  He idly strokes my dick (and his own) as Braydon begins a deep tonguing of my tight ass.
    “That looks hot,” he tells me.
    “You like to be rimmed?”
    He shrugs.  “Sure.”
    “I should do your ass when he’s done with me.”
    Jamal stops jerking me.  He stands up.  Shit, have I offended him?  He strips naked.  The new chairs here are big and comfortable—and have arms.  Jamal steps up on the chair next to me, then across my chest, resting his foot on the arms of the chair. Then the other.  He straddles me—and sits on my face.  Holy fuck!  I am in overload.  I have a tongue in my ass and this hot black bubble butt is grinding down on my tongue.  I’m not sure that I have ever rimmed while being rimmed before.  Certainly not here.  It is an electric moment for us all.
    And Jamal is not going anywhere.  He loves my tongue and says so.  He also vocally encourages Braydon to eat out ‘this big-dicked daddy.’  Time stops and I just keep slobbering all over his tight hole.
    Braydon moves before we do.  He stands up, then bends to suck my dick as I keep rimming.  Jamal finally needs to stretch, too.  He gets off, his dick drooling.  Braydon doesn’t let it go to waste.
    “I need to breed your ass.”
    Braydon nods.
    I haul a chair out to the middle of the room so he can kneel on it and I won’t pound his head into the cinder block wall.  Jamal watches, seated where I was.  Braydon climbs up and I kneel.  I eat his butt out.  The two and a half loads are dribbling down his hairy crack.  I catch them and push them back in with my tongue.
    I am so close.  I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  I glance over at Jamal.  He has found another white daddy to suck, but he occasionally comes up for air to watch us.  Braydon groans out a “Breed me.”
    That does it.
    With just a few more thrusts, I am giving him everything pent up in my balls…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Fires Up the Room   August 1, 2024
  19. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—July, 2024
     
    Once again, I went off to the bookstore closest to home—the one that had the drunk driver demolish the two theatres and where both screens are now in one room.  I have been watching how the men are reacting to slightly less privacy.  Some hate it, of course.  Others thrive on showing off.  Some are just shy about starting something…
     
    There are four men in the room when I walk in.   I sit where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head.  To my surprise, every one has their cock and are stroking it.  I pull out mine.  We all eye each other and the screens.  I am on the point of making a move as the door opens.
    It is the Road Worker, the hot guy who is working on the major expressway.  He instantly pulls out his dick and jerks to the straight porn.  I nod to him.  He either ignores me or misses it.  A blond man, closer to Road Worker’s age moves next to him.  It takes a few minutes, but soon the blond is stroking RW’s dick.  RW closes his eyes and leans back, enjoying the hand moving up and down his shaft.
    This heartens an older guy to sit next to me.  He jerks my dick.  I need to tell him to ease up, he’s gripping too tightly.  He does—and it becomes a nice diversion as I watch the other pairing.  For Road Worker is now jerking the Blond simultaneously.  And it is making him moan.  Suddenly he stands up and shoots all over the floor.  The Blond stays as far away from the squirting dick as possible.  Both go to the bathroom to wash up.  Road Worker leaves.
    The man stroking me also leaves.  The Blond sits opposite me and eyes my cock.  But a cubbish guy, sitting next to me, beats him to my dick.  He reaches over and takes over from my own hand.  He is an instinctive stroker—and isn’t shy about my pre-cum.  He loves to smear it over my dick head with his thumb.
    The Blond strokes another man closer to his age, sitting in full view of us.
    I look at the Cub.  He is playing with his cock at the same time.  It is a true micro penis, attached to massive balls.  I reach and replace his fingers on his wet dick head.  He moans.  After a few minutes, I ask if I can suck him.  He hesitates—and then nods.  There is not much to work with, but I am totally turned on by how much precum he is making.  I lick his slit, and then his balls.  This makes his cock run like the proverbial faucet.  I lick it all up.  He shakes as if he is having a full orgasm—and maybe he is.  I lick him clean.  He stays a moment then takes off, whispering a thank you in my ear…
    *
    Thirty minutes goes by.  The Blond stroker has done me now.  He stopped when he realized that I wasn’t going to shoot.  He is on a much younger man down, Latin and hot.  A man I wish I was sucking or vice versa.
    There are all new men scattered around.  All but one of the new arrivals has their dick out.  And two of them are stroking their seat mate.   
    We hear the new arrival before we see him.  A motorcycle roars into the parking lot and must park right by the outside wall where I’m sitting.  In moments, a bearded guy, in a biker’s vest, denim shorts and biker boots, walks in.  He sees my dick and sits next to me.  In moments, he breaks the stroker’s spell on the room and kneels, taking me into his mouth.  I hear his shorts open and he jerks as he gives me some really great head.  Or maybe it’s average, as it’s the only head I’ve gotten today.
    His knees tire.  He comes up for air, grinning.  He has a wet seven-incher in his fist.  I go to my knees and return the favor.  But I get a load.  Fast.  It tastes of nicotine and I swallow quickly…
    *
    Fifteen minutes later. 
    Fewer men.  There is now the baseball hat guy who usually chats to the manager.  He is actually in the room and stroking.  A Black man I’ve known for years comes in.  He and I always exchange blow jobs.  He makes a beeline to sit next to me.  He goes down on me first and then I do him.   I look up as I feel movement.  Baseball Cap has stuck his dick in the mouth of the guy I’m sucking.  Blond Stroker comes over and plays with chests of all those involved, but always with one hand on his cock, keeping it away from our three mouths.
    It is a mini explosion of actual sex.  The three of us keep trading off on who is sucking or getting sucked.  One of us is always seated with a man between our legs and the other man, standing and in our mouth.  I love the rotation.  As, seemingly, do the other two.  We must do some variation of it twice.  But it is not leading anywhere.  We are all men who take a long time to shoot. 
    Finally, dinner sounds better.  I leave, saving my load for another day…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Invasion of the Strokers   July 30, 2024
  20. FelchingPisser
    Saugatuck—July, 2024
    (This picks up right where we left off…see the previous entry)
     
    We go back downstairs.  The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick.  I lie on the mat under the rimseat.  Keith sits on my face.  A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock.  I harden right back up.  Keith is moaning.  I feel Tall Top straddle my chest.  He feeds Keith his cock.  Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth.  It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper.  And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue.  It’s unmistakable.  I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him.  I feast on it.
    The mouth leaves my cock.   Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly.  Soon I feel his legs slide under them.  Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us.  I stroke his back.  He is riding me now.  Hard and fast.  It feels wonderful.  Keith is grinding down on my face.  Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith’s hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz…
    I feel Tall Top move.  He is no longer straddling my chest.  I feel Tim pull off my dick.  I hear the sling chains rattle. Keith stands up and I can see Tall Top fuck into his partner.  Hard.  Fast.  With purpose.  Tall Top sure looks like he is about to shoot.  I stand up, rather shakily, to watch.
    Tall Top explodes deep inside Tim.  Keith kneels to the side of the sling to try to clean up Tall Top’s cock when he pulls out.  I lick up the pearly white drip running out of Tim.  Soon, my mouth is plastered to his ass.  I leave some seed to fuck in.  I churn it, but Tim is ready to go.
    The mood shifts.  Tall Top and Tim dress, thank Keith and take off.
    We spend a lot of time arranging transport back to Grand Rapids for the top who really did nothing but watch us.  The three of us drive into the neighboring town so he can catch an Uber.
    Once back at the house, we eat.  We are both famished.  But once we eat the chicken, the shrimp, assorted cheeses and such, Keith is still hungry.
    “Now can I eat your ass?”
    This is new.  I don’t remember him wanting this before.  We go downstairs and he chooses a bedroom and we strip back down.  I lie on the bed.  He sucks my cock, which hardens back up.  He licks my balls.  And under them.  His tongue finds my tight pucker—and he stops.
    “I want you in the sling.”
    I jump in.  It is indeed better.  My legs are resting on the chains as he kneels.  He licks down my perineum, getting every hair around my hole sopping wet without touching the target. 
    “Use my poppers.”  He hands them to me.  I take a hit.  I close my eyes—and his tongue begins to burrow into me.  Fuck!  I love to be rimmed by men who love to do it—and Keith loves it.  He drills into me.  He licks, he spits, he comes up to kiss me without my asking for it. 
    Fuck, I love the taste of my hole on his tongue.  We share a long, sloppy kiss before he goes back down to my ass crack.
    He does it all again.  The licking, the spitting, the tongue fucking and the kiss.
    I tell him to wait a moment.  I take the stirrups, slip them down my long legs to the knee and fasten the clip behind my head.  My ass it rotated up.  And spread.  I do this to men I want to go into even deeper.  Keith’s eyes shine and he is back on his knees.  The change of position is intense.  I moan.
    “Take another hit.”
    I had forgotten they were tucked in my jock.  I take it.  I feel like I’m floating.  Keith has not been hard all night—he is one of those that cock in his hole is all he needs for arousal.  His cock is now achingly erect.  He jerks himself as he eats me out.
    He comes up for air and a kiss.  A sloppy one.  “Will you sit on my face?”  Without waiting for an answer he starts to get under the rimseat.  I unclip my legs and join him.  I sit, and let him get his fill of pleasuring my sensitive hole.  I am achingly erect myself.  I finally get up and fuck him, as he lies there on the mat, pushing his legs splayed into the air.  Then I go back and let him eat my ass some more.
    Soon, we switch.  I lie down and do all the things to his slightly gaping hole that he just did to me.  But I can go way deeper into him.  And still taste a little cum. 
    “Ride my cock.”
    “I want to do it just like Tim did…”
    He faces away from me, fitting his legs under mine.  He lowers his ass to my wet cock—and slides on down.  It is such a better angle this way. He bounces.  For a moment, I wonder if I’m about to blow, but the thought quickly recedes. 
    He stands up.  Stretching his legs.
    “Lick my cock and kiss me…”
    He does just what he’s told.  He holds our combined and delicious juices in his mouth.  He straddles my chest with his knees and drools them into my open mouth.  And we kiss.  His cock erects again.
    He sits down and let’s my tongue invade him.  The cum.  His natural juices.  My precum.  A heady mix…
    It’s late and I know I need to end this while I still can.  I get him in the sling.  I feast on his hole, now from this angle.   He is begging for my load, taking a hit of his poppers.  I stand up and enter him.  I fuck rather roughly.  It’s all about me now.  In moments, I am over the edge.  Blowing a massive load into Keith’s spasming ass…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Tongue (Part Two)   July 26, 2024
  21. FelchingPisser
    Saugatuck—July, 2024
    I was excited.  Keith, the handsome man I had re-connected with in June, wanted to do more.  To host a small group, actually.  He wondered who I knew.  I immediate thought of the couple (Tall Top and Tim) I had invited down to ravage Muscle Ass last month.  I was sure that all four of us had met and played up at the house party in Grand Rapids.  Pictures were exchanged.  Everything was set.
    Two days after the holiday, I drove west, with my sling and rimseat.  I got to Keith’s beautiful and large home right on time.  We hugged and he helped me carry things into the lower level of the house.  He had pushed all the furniture to the walls, so I had plenty of room to set up the sling.  The rimseat was along the left side of the sling frame—and Keith and pulled a padded bench out of his furnishings and placed it to the right.  It was a great height for a bottom to lean on and present his ass.
    We heard the car in the drive, just as we were finishing the set up.  Tall Top, looking tanned and relaxed, was the first in.  He couldn’t take his eyes off Keith.  I hugged Tim.  The other three did remember meeting and playing, but it had been several years since they’d met.  We went upstairs to the kitchen for drinks and waited for our fifth person, a top from Grand Rapids.  When the Uber finally dropped him off, he proved to be a man around our age and quite the talker.  Soon, we went downstairs with our drinks and stripped off.  The new top shut up and went to a corner where he did more watching than playing…and not one of us cared…
     
    Keith is leaning on the bench, his glorious ass jutting out.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  His ass opens for my tongue.  Tim, to our left, is kneeling, and getting his partner hard.  In moments, Tall Top moves from Tim’s mouth to Keith’s.  I fuck Keith with my tongue as Tall Top’s dick completely fills his mouth.  Tim crawls under the bench, knocks my hand away from my cock, and begins to suck me.
    “Fuck him,” Tall Top commands.
    I stand up and slide, for the first of countless times that evening, into Keith.  Tall Top pulls out of his mouth and comes around to watch my cock sink into that gym-built butt.  Tim stands and feeds Keith his bloated dick.  I pull out.  Tall Top slides in.  We are about the same length, but Tall Top has a cone shaped dick—a smaller head than mine, but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker.  Keith moans.  Tall Top fucks him hard and pulls out.  I go back in.  We trade off on his ass.  Over and over.  I clean Tall Top’s cock every time he pulls out, before I slip mine back into Keith.
    I give his ass once again to Tall Top.  I move to where Tim is still feeding his cock to Keith.  I bend him over on the other side of the bench, so the two men’s arms are next to each other, their asses pointing in opposite directions.  I kneel and eat out Tim’s hole.  He moans and does some Maximum Impact.  As the vapors hit, I stand up and push into his hole.  He moans.  Keith turns his head and the two bottom’s kiss.  The sight of it makes my cock drool deep inside Tim. 
    Now, Tall Top and I take turns on the two asses.  We circle the bench, fucking one and then the other.  Tim cleans my cock before I slip into Keith.  I always lick the hole I am entering again.  Even Tall Top, who doesn’t often rim, finds Keith’s ass a magnet for his tongue. 
    The fifth man is happily stroking in the corner.
    I take Tim to the sling.  I get him in and eat out his well-fucked hole.  I can’t see Tall Top, but I hear him tell Keith to lie on the bench.  I hear bodies shuffle next to us as I lick up all the juices in Tim’s hole.  When I finally stand up to fuck, I see Keith lying the length of the bench his feet in the air and taking a forceful dicking down.  His eyes roll into the back on his head.  I look into Tim’s face.  It’s a look of pure bliss.  He is right where he wants to be.  I fuck him hard.  I’ve brought the mirror—so Tim sees as well as feels, every stroke.
    “You want this butt?” asks Tall Top.
    I nod and we change.  Keith’s hole is now really open.  And dripping with his ass jizz and our precum.  I lick it all up, making my cock even harder.  I stand up and fuck.  I glance over.  Tall Top is fuck him partner and the fifth guy has moved closer to watch them.  I look at Keith—he is gloriously happy.  I lean down and kiss him…
    *
    Eventually, we get Keith into the sling.  I eat his hole, Tall Top feeds him his cock as Tim licks Keith’s mounded jock pouch.  I stand up and fuck.  All eyes are on my dick slicing into Keith.  I pull out.  Tim cleans me up, reveling in Keith’s ass jizz as Tall Top comes around to fuck.  I pull out of Tim’s mouth and move around behind him.  He grabs Keith’s chest as I fuck him, bent over the other man.  Tall Top likes this.  He loves seeing his boy take my dick.  It makes him fuck Keith even harder.
    “We should switch,” I pant.
    We do.  I slide into Keith.  His ass is so creamy I wonder if Tall Top has loaded him.  I watch Tall Top fuck Tim.  This time, Tim has moved slightly, so once again the two bottoms can kiss as they are each being plundered.
    Tall Top nods at me.  We switch holes.  I don’t bother to eat it out this time…I just push into the wet, wet ass…
    *
    We break.  We have a hot tub session, all five of us fitting in.
    But we’re still horny. 
    We go back downstairs.  The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick.  I lie on the mat under the rimseat.  Keith sits on my face.  A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock.  I harden right back up.  Keith is moaning.  I feel Tall Top straddle my chest.  He feeds Keith his cock.  Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth.  It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper.  And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue.  It’s unmistakable.  I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him.  I feast on it.
    The mouth leaves my cock.   Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly.  Soon I feel his legs slide under them.  Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us.  I stroke his back.  He is riding me now.  Hard and fast.  It feels wonderful.  Keith is grinding down on my face.  Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making his hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz…
     
    (More to come…)
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Hole (Part One)  July 24, 2024
  22. FelchingPisser

    Texting for Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—July, 2024
     
    It was the Fourth of July.  I went in search of fireworks of a slightly different variety…
     
    This is my first evening in the newly remodeled, two screen version replacing the porn theatres destroyed by a drunk driver.  Normally, I am an afternoon guy here.  I still recognize a number of men.  There is a guy with a ballcap, 30-ish, a little chunky, who is always on his phone.  Today is no different.  He sits right under the gay screen, texting away.  There is also the oldest man who comes here.  A good decade older than me.  He always strips naked to nothing but flipflops.  His hands are always in someone else’s lap, if anyone sits next to him.  I just want him to shower more frequently…
    There is also another bear.  He is stroking to both videos, sitting in a seat where, with a turn of his head, he can see the gay threeway or the young woman taking massive Black dick.  I sit opposite him, so I can do the same thing.
    Hat Guy is now texting like crazy.  He’s made a connection.  Within 10 minutes, a big beefy blond shows up, looking at his phone.  He looks at the screen, surveys the room and realizes it’s Hat Guy.  He strips naked but for dress socks.  He goes to his knees, undoes the fly of Hat Guy’s shorts and begins sucking his cock.
    We all stroke to the live sex happening in front of us.   Beefy Blond is slurping noisily on the cock in his mouth.   Hat guy leans across his back and inserts a finger in Beefy Blond’s ass.  Soon, Beefy Blond stands up.  He turns to sit on the cock he’s been sucking.
    “Wait,” says Hat Guy.  “I like loose hole.”  He points to me.  “Let him open you up for me.”  Beefy Blond likes this idea a lot.  I get up and start over to them.  Hat Guy moves into the darkest corner and sits there.  Beefy Blond bends to suck him.  I go behind Beefy Blond.  I realize this will be my first fuck in this new room.  I lick his ass briefly.
    “Just fuck me…” he complains.
    I stand up and work myself in.  He’s not particularly tight and I bottom out easily.  I fuck.  Hard.  Pushing his body deeper onto the cock in his mouth.
    “Open him up for me,” chirps Hat Guy. 
    I pull out.  He rushed his cleanout to get here.  It’s not horrible, but I can’t continue.  I murmur the news in his ear.  He grunts and stands up as I go wash.  When I come back into the room, Beefy Blond is jerking his cock.  He shoots all over Hat Guy’s lap.  Hat Guy is not happy.  He didn’t get any ass and he now is covered in runny semen. 
    I toss him some napkins from my pocket as Beefy Blond gets dressed and leaves.
    Hat Guy soon goes out to sit in the parking lot where the internet connection is better…
    *
    I look around the room.  I see the Bear I don’t know jerking furiously.  I kneel and take his cock into my mouth.  I am rewarded with a load very quickly.  He thanks me, squeezing my shoulder, then says.  “I’m almost tempted to suck dick myself when I see one like yours.”
    I sit, avoiding Mr. Naked.  I need to be as far away from his scent as possible.
    I stroke.  More guys arrive.  They all seem very straight.  The all settle into seats where they can only watch the straight porn.  Some open flies and haul out cocks.  Some just grope their cock mound.
    I notice a young cub, one of the new arrivals.  He is looking around the room.  He sees me.  He is on his feet and kneeling between my spread legs without a word.  The guy is good.  He takes all of me, repeatedly, occasionally making himself choke.  And he constantly strokes his cock while doing it.
    I suggest my balls.   He goes there.  He inhales and groans.  He finds the newly made fuck sweat there intoxicating.  He licks and sucks them, before inching back up my shaft.  He swallows me down.  Totally.  I actually think I might be able to shoot for him.
    And in that moment, his cock erupts all over the floor, between my boots.  He pulls off me and all but races to the bathroom around the corner.
    He leaves.
    Other men leave.
    Soon it is just me and the naked guy who needs a shower.
    I cram my cock back in my pants and head out…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Texting For Ass   July 22, 2024
  23. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—June, 2024
     
    So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences.  Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.)  On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.)  At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure.  One of the great things about those weekends is the feeling that sex is everywhere around you.  Every man you see may be a possible partner.  Everyone is looking and hoping…and connecting.  And I think it’s fair to say that the attendees of such weekends (who usually play more often even in their normal lives) are likely to have greater skills—certainly better than one of the men at the lounge who told me he got away from his wife only once a month so he could try to find a cock to suck.  Practice!  Practice!!  Practice!!!
    Fortunately for me, the hot bottom who’d attended the group session at the top of the month, had contacted me.  He wanted some one-on-one time.  He was eager to see the playroom.  He made the drive down on the very last day of June… 
     
    He looks great.  We are likely around the same age.  He is shorter than I remember, now that I see him out of the sling.  He has maintained with a regular gym routine.  His chest is defined and covered in that salt and pepper fur that drives me crazy.  He strips down in the playroom to a well-worn blue jock and black boots.  “I remembered your boots at the party, so I brought these along.”  He looks great.  And I love that he’d been observant about my kinks and fetishes…
    I am in the dirtiest of my jocks, stained from its heavy use at Fornication Weekend with all that cum that was in David-SF’s ass during our climatic fuck.  I lean against the fuck bench, my legs spread.  Salt & Pepper, as I christened him in the group write-up, comes over.  He kneels, eye level with the obscene bulge in my jock.  He inhales.  And sighs.  He buries his nose in the fabric. 
    “You’ve been busy.”
    I tell him a little about Fornication Weekend as he begins tonguing the rough, fragrant fabric.  He moans a little, recognizing some of the pornsters.  He peels back the cloth and my dick springs out, slapping his nose.  He gobbles me down.  He’s good.  His mouth is wet.  At our first meeting, he only sucked me after each time we fucked.  Now I’m getting the full treatment—and I am loving it.  He moves to my balls with no direction from me.  He leaves them wet and slimy, as he licks up my column of flesh and swallows me down once more.
    “Get up on the bench.”
    He does.  He mentions the mirror dead ahead of him.  I point out the one to the side, that shows him his whole body.  He watches as my face is buried between his downy ass cheeks.  I burrow into his hole.  He opens easily.  He is a hot mixture of not loose, but not tight.  I lick and spit.  My cock is raging.  I stand up and fuck him for the first time today.  He moans.  He babbles a little, caught up in the overload of feelings.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Making him take my full length with every stroke.
    “Fuck me hard!”
    I speed up.  Faster and faster.  I pull out.  He instantly cranes around, letting me know he wants his ass juices on his tongue.  I move to his head and feed him.  He moans.
    I fuck him again.  Harder, from the moment I enter him.
    He cleans me once more.  I move to the bed and sit.  I grab the exercise mat I use for the rimseat and spread it between my feet.  He knows to kneel.  And his mouth is all over my cock and balls.  He licks up his juices on my balls and our combined fluids on my cock head.  I tell him to try to get his tongue between my balls and my cock ring.  He tries.  I moan.
    He loves this.  “So hot…”  He spends a lot of time there, occasionally dipping a little lower on my perineum.  Does he want to rim me?  I can’t quite tell.
    We move to the sling.  I check the timing on the porn I turned on as he undressed.  35 minutes.  We agreed to the meet, knowing it would be slightly rushed as he had some other commitment in the evening.  I kneel between his stirruped ankles and eat his hole once more.  His asslips are now slightly puffy.  And delicious.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.  Only stopping to stand up and slip my cock into him.  His eyes are on the overhead mirror.  He sees my cock slide in and out.  His cock half-erects inside his jock, twisting the blue fabric. 
    I free his cock.  I bend and lick up his pre-cum.  I go to my knees and shove it into his ass.  My cock fucks him again, using his own natural lube.  When I pause the fuck, I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off—swallowing our combined juices.
    We take a quick water break.  I jump in the sling, telling him it’s easy access to get his tongue once more between my cockring and tight ball sack.  I also want to see if he wants to tongue anything else.  He sticks to my balls—and that is just fine.  I swear his tongue is making them work harder; my precum is gushing.
    I pull out the rimseat.  We start with him sitting on my face.  Delicious.  He knows he can bounce on my cock anytime he wants—as long as he comes back up to my tongue for my pleasure.  He waits a long time, reveling in how deep my tongue is in him.  “I should have sat on your face at the party, not just your dick!” he groans.  I lap at his puffy asslips, before going deep inside him repeatedly.
    He moves.  He fucks himself on my cock.  First facing me.  Then, a longer time, riding me and facing the television.  He dutifully pulls off my cock with his ass making a hot, wet sucking sound.  He settles back on my face, his ass dripping his natural lube onto my tongue.  Neither of us want to go anywhere—we are very happy right where we are…
    *
    S&P finally stands up.  I ask him to lean on the fuck bench.  He does as I get up.  I kneel behind him and eat his hole.  He moans as I stand up thinking I’m about to fuck him.  But I piss his ass crack instead.  I don’t know how he’ll react, but he loves it.  “Shove some in me.”  I do, just a little as I my flow recedes.  I fuck him with the piss in his hole.
    “Now let me eat it out.”
    We go back to the rimseat.  I can taste the piss on his crack, but there is not enough in his ass to even drip into my mouth.  But it is still a hot moment as I lick out his butt.
    I know I need to get him on the road home.  But I want it to be on the road home with my load deep inside him.  We go back to the sling.  I am so ready to paint his ass with my cum.  He wants it, too.  He is talking in really hot, dirty terms about my load and how he’ll keep it in him all the way home.
    I am so damn close. I fuck him harder.
    “I want to feel your cum leak out of me as I drive…”
    That does it.  I fire off all the pent-up loads since I got home.  A week’s worth of cum coats his insides.  His eyes never leave my contorted face as I fire off volley after volley.
    I marinate inside him for a long time.  I want him to clean my cock, but not until I can stand it.  I slowly pull out.  I push the trickle of cum back into him.  I take my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly—his cock finally fully erecting as he does it…
    *
    My first meet of Salt & Pepper is detailed in:   Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom  July 18, 2024
  24. FelchingPisser

    Finding My Twin

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—June, 2024
     
    I waited a few days before I went looking for sex again.  Saturday afternoons had been really good in the video playspace—the one with gloryholes and the medical exam table.  I packed a lunch, and arrived there right after noon…
     
    The number of men is less than the last Saturday I played here, but it can still be called a crowd.  I sit in an area where I can see four screens playing four different types of porn.  I get hard.  Across a small table from where I sit, a much older man is also stroking his thick cock, a dick that won’t quite stand up.  He turns to me and nods.  I nod.  He comes over and his incredibly soft hand, reaches for my cock.  His fingers encircle me. 
    “Nice…” he murmurs as he slowly strokes the length of my dick.
    His dick has gotten fully hard now.  He is uncut, the angry red head mostly hidden by folds of extra flesh.  I keep waiting for him to suck me, but so far, he’s made no move.  After a long moment of just his hand, he straightens up.  This brings his hard cock closer to my mouth.  I lean over and take his entire dripping dick to the root.  He lets out a gasp of surprise…and explodes.  It’s a huge load, for any man, but especially a man his age.  He shakes and moans loudly.  I keep him in my mouth until he can’t take any more of the exquisite agony of my tongue licking up every drop of semen caught in the folds of his foreskin.
    He thanks me profusely and leaves.  I wander.  I go to the medical exam table and sit next to it.  It’s trans porn here and I don’t much care—but there is a hung daddy, around my age, stroking to it.   He brings his hard cock right over to me.  He’s thicker than I thought.  I have to really be careful of my teeth.  His cock is now constantly runny with pre-cum.  At first, the flow is so heavy, I think I have made him cum, but no.  He is just making more and more sex juice.  I swallow hungrily.
    “I don’t want to cum yet,” he says as he pulls out.  “You got a good tongue.”  He looks down at my cock.  “And a nice dick.”  I stand up.  I hold both our dicks, pressed together in both my hands.  We are twins.  In length, in girth and the same flared cock head.
    “Let’s go feed some cocksuckers,” he suggests.
    We go to the slurp ramp.  We choose side by side holes to feed the unknown men in the booths in front of us.  My guy is good.  My twin seems to like the guy on his dick.  After three or four minutes we switch.  This new guy I find rather toothy, but I put up with it.  I watch the other top’s face register the pleasure the guy behind the wall is giving him.  The guy on me, suddenly pulls off my cock.  I can hear his ragged breath.  Back-to-back anonymous big dicks poking through a gloryhole have gotten him off.  I pat my new friend on the shoulder and go off…
    *
    I find the short, shaved headed man I often fuck here lounging on the medical table.  I eat his hole for a moment—though I don’t think he cares for me doing that.  I stand up and fuck.  Almost instantly I can tell he is not deep cleaned.  I pull out.  He apologizes and goes home to spend more time with his bulb.  I wash up. 
    I stroke to some gay porn in the room next to the restroom.
    I stroke at the spot I started the day.  Still no takers.  The crowd has thinned, but there are still men.  I can hear them in the cabana behind me.
    I go out to my car and eat lunch.
    I see the shaved head guy return as I am eating my carrots sticks.  I finish up and go find him.  We fuck…But he’s tense he still isn’t clean.  I wonder that, too.  He is, but the fuck isn’t good for either of us.  I see my twin dick watching us—so I let him take over.  I stand and jerk to his fuck of Shaved Head.
    Even that doesn’t do it for me.  I wander some more.
    I finally get someone interested when I sit on the couch near the slurp ramp.  He’s my age, and good with his tongue.  His cocksucking is pleasant, but it is never going to get me off.  I let him continue, as nothing else is happening. 
    Men have evaporated. The place is almost deserted now.
    When the guy on his knees gets tired, I decide to go home…
    *
    Some fun moments.
    But I have to wait until the next day to actually get off…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Finding My Twin    July 16, 2024
  25. FelchingPisser
    Timberfell Resort—June, 2024
    It was Saturday, the day of the big sex party.  I got to the campground just before noon.  I lucked into finding a parking spot in the shade(!) and in a place that would save me a lot of steps in hauling the sling up to the pavilion.  I checked in and visited with Ric at the Fornication information booth, comparing notes about the weekend.
    Eventually, I went up to see Ray give his tutorial about bottoming.  He had snagged a content creator, who I had met as we stuffed the goody bags on that first day, to be the bottom spokesperson.  He was relaxed and fun.  But if there is one thing I know, it’s how to get into an ass.  I kept nodding in agreement with the two presenters.  But it was, of course, hot to watch Ray fuck an attractive man half his age…
    I also attended a BDSM Forum hosted by Sir Kirk and Matt Coven.  It was great to see how the two, who had very different approaches, also had areas in which they were in total agreement (consent).  And each was respectful of the other’s point of view...you know, how it’s supposed to be…
    I did not hear the second section of the forum as I’d agreed to conduct video interviews about the Fornication Weekend experience.  We ended up on David-SF’s porch, to get us out of the sun.  I talked with the keynote speaker, Daddy Rod and then pornster, Allen Silver.  (Those of you with long reading histories with me will remember he was part of a group the Professor put together for a motel play session.  I reminded him of where we met…and I loved that his eyes lit up at the memory of our intense fuck, so many years ago…)  Ric just kept sending me men to interview, so we had a wonderful mix of content creators and regular guys sharing their thoughts.  
    I ate dinner—and then it was time to get the sling up to the pavilion.  As I carried the poles through the crowded pool area, I saw Allen Silver talking with David-SF.  I went over to thank David for the use of his porch.  Allen mentioned to David how I knew him.  David told me he had his own history with the Professor, which he told me with a mix of lurid sexual detail and true regret for his passing.  
    I set up the sling.  I set it so I could see into the pavilion and watch the other action.  Ray liked this idea and moved one of his slings so whoever was at it could do the same.  I went off with another camper to bring his sling over, so there would be five total.  Ray had me set it up so it was half outside, so you could choose to fuck under the stars.  I also found the thick piece of cardboard brought in for Mack during the bukkake. I placed it under the front of the frame to save my knees from the sharp gravel covering this area when I went to rim.
    I went off and had some down time, not really napping, but just prepping myself for the long night ahead.  I arrived, back at the pavilion with my water bottle and lube and checked in.  They took the shot of the performers at the top of this post…and the guys began filtering in…
     
    “So how does this work?”
    I am looking at the twenty or so men who are milling around.  Only one man is down on his knees, sucking NutsDeepBB. I turn and find a handsome blond bear standing next to me.  He is naked but for a blue jock.  I ask him what he means.
    “Is there a time limit per fuck?”
    I assure him we fuck as much as we want—and that I’m not one of the performers.  I don’t know if they have rules.
    “You look like a performer to me,” he smiles, jumping into the sling.  I kneel, already thankful for the cardboard.  The man groans as my tongue connects with his furry hole.  Instantly, others show up to watch.  I lick.  I spit.  I stand and fuck.  Relishing the first ass of the evening.
    The Bear’s eyes are closed and the look of pleasure on his face beatific. I pick up speed.
    “Look at him take that cock.”
    This makes the Bear open his eyes.  He is surprised by the audience.  And pleased, as hands reach out and stroke his furry chest.  I fuck him a little longer than usual.  I let him determine the length of the fuck—and he soon asks for a break.
    I get him out.  A much younger man is ready.  An eager cub.  He loves that I rim him.  “I never get guys to do that…” he murmurs.  I can’t fathom fucking without getting to know the hole first.  And his one is covered in downy reddish-blond hairs.
    He takes my cock like a champ.
    The camper with the furry chest, who was my first fuck of the amateur shoot is eager for more.  We lock eyes and I rail him hard.
    Men wait patiently around the sling for their turn.  Some stroke, some knead their bulge.  Some play with the nipples of the man currently in the sling.  I don’t ever feel rushed—just intent on giving them pleasure they will remember.
    I take a water break after maybe eight men.
    David-SF is suddenly at my side.  “Will you fuck me tonight?”
    “Of course.”
    PIC
    He grins.  And goes to his knees and sucks my wet dick.  It’s a brief suck.  But we kiss afterwards and he takes off, to go man the far sling.
    I get the next man into mine.  He asks to suck me before I fuck.  I move to the side and give him my cock.  Then my tongue in his ass…and my cock.
    Four or five men later, David-SF returns.  “Eat my ass.”  He grabs the sling poles and bends over.  I rim his hole.  He’s taken at least one cock tonight.  I groan and tongue him deep.  In moments, he turns, pulls me up and kisses me.  And leaves.
    I fuck three or four more men.  They are blurring a little now.  But I can’t help it, the numbers here are so high.  I move to help the man currently in it to get out.
    “Nope, I’ll stay here to see who else I can get.”
    I start to explain that this is not a Fornication sling, but give up.  I just wander away.  I need the break.
    “Charles, right?”
    It’s odd to hear my porn name.
    Out of the gloom around the edges of the pavilion, Rusty Taylor moves towards me, obviously taking a break from the fucking himself.  He pulls me into an embrace.  We kiss.  Long and hot.  I had seen him last year, but we’d not played.  Now he is hunkered down sucking my cock.  He does it very well.  I return the favor.
    PIC
    He pulls me up.  “Would you fuck me?  I’ve really wanted you…”
    There is no easier way to get me into your ass than to say something like that.  We move to my sling.  I firmly evict the man who stayed (and got no others takers.)  Rusty gets in.  I sink down and eat his meaty ass.   I know he’s been topping like crazy tonight, but his hole is wet.  I make it wetter.   For a long time.
    I fuck him.  I bend to kiss him once more, my dick still lodged in his ass.  When I straighten up, Cooper Ray is there.  He wants a turn up Rusty.  I tell him sure, but I want to suck his cock when he pulls out. 
    PIC
    He grins at me and moves into place.  He fucks Rusty with that gorgeous uncut cock.  Other men are licking Rusty’s chest, tweaking his nipples.  I stand to the side and watch Cooper fuck.
    He pulls out and I am on my knees.  He moans as I clean his dick, using lots of tongue under his long foreskin.  He finally playfully pushes me off and face plants me in Rusty’s wet ass.  I rim him and fuck him once more before I let him get back to his official duties…
    *
    The crowd is now huge.  Some have left after they shoot, but many more have taken their place.  I get the oldest man I’ve fucked yet out of the sling.  He hugs me and gives me a kiss.  David is at my side.  “I have got to blow a load.  The Trimix is making me so hard it’s hurting.”
    I ask how he wants to do that.
    He kneels on the cardboard and takes me into his mouth.  He beats his cock as he gives me some excellent head.  In moments, he bellows out his orgasm.  His body spasms with each spurt.  He stands, kisses me and is gone.  The cardboard is covered in his jizz…
    I wonder if I’ve missed my chance to fuck him.
    *
    I continue the rotation of men through my sling.  In the sling half under the stars, I see Killian Knox get fucked.  I would like to be there—but I am balls deep in a hot daddy.  I fuck him—until he shoots. 
    I help him out.  A very young man is next.  “Fuck me just like that.”
    I try—but he doesn’t blow a load.  But he leaves very happy, stooping to slurp on my cock, straight out of his ass.
    The crowd thins slightly.  I have a minute or two down time.
    “Wanna fuck?”
    I turn.  It’s David.  He hops in the sling.  His erection is still as strong as ever thanks to the injection.  I go to my knees and eat his ass.  He groans.  When I can finally pull myself away, I stand up and lean in for a kiss.  It’s lingering.  “Use me, Daddy,” he breathes.
    My cock sinks into him for the first time.  Our eyes are locked on each other.  I watch the expression on his face.  The pure joy of my cock deep inside him.  Finally, I begin to actually move.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Long strokes.  I will myself to not speed up—and I don’t until…
    “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Please…”
    I let go.  I am fucking him hard enough to make the sling frame sway and creak.  We are mostly alone.  A few men stop for a moment, but the crowd is thinning faster now.  I am glad to do this without distraction.
    “What would get you off?” he asks.
    “This…”
    A man in his early 40’s shows up.  He’s been in my sling before.  “Can you do me once more?”
    David nods and motions for me to do the other man.  He gets out of the sling without my help.  He pulls me to him. “I am going to go get loaded for you…”
    And he’s gone again.
    I fuck the returnee.  He strokes himself to orgasm as I fuck.  I mop up his load and smear it on my cock.
    David is back.  All smiles.  “I have just what we need…”
    How did he know that?  He jumps in.  I kneel.  His ass is dripping with cum.  There is cum on my cock.  Soon enough, the loads mix.  But first, I savor his dripping ass, felching and groaning out my pleasure.
    I stand up and sink into him.  We kiss briefly.  Guys are now picking up the mostly deserted pavilion, but we are still fucking.  Lost in our own pleasure.  In moments, it’s my turn to howl out my pleasure, shooting deep, filling David with my own creamy, pent-up load…
     
     *
     
    One last moment.  After the party on Saturday, I tossed my empty lube bottle in my bag.  I added the sling chains and stirrups and rolled the sling up.  I wanted to take them to the car, so they weren’t outside all night.  It wasn’t heavy, but I was exhausted—and elated.  Adding to David-SF’s ass full of cum had been the perfect ending for me.  Our sex had been explosive—but there was that intangible something extra about it, too.
    I started to trudge up the hill to my car.
    There he was, naked but for his jock and boots.  David grabbed me.  And just held on.  I must have dropped my bag, for my arms went around him.  We kissed.  Lightly.  Then deeply.  I murmured a “Thank you.”
    He nodded.  Then whispered in my ear: “It’s all about connection…”
    *******
    Left to right in the group picture above
    Rick Kelson
    X: www.twitter.com/Rick_KelsonOFC
    IG: the realrickkelson
    JFF: RickKelsonXXX
    OF: RickKelsonXXX
    RFC: rickkelson
     
    Rusty Taylor
    X: www.twitter.com/XRustyTaylorX
    IG: xrustytaylorx
    JFF: xrustytaylorx
    OF: xrustytaylorx
     
    NutsDeepBB
    X: www.twitter.com/NutsDeepBB
    JFF: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/NutsdeepBB
    TIM: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://timfuck.treaureislandmedia.com/men27849
     
    Ray Dalton
    X: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://www.twitter.com/RayDaltonXXX
    IG: @RayDaltonX
    JFF: @RayDaltonXXX
     
     
    David-SF
    X: www.x.com/David_SFXXX
    IG: @davidworld.me
    JFF: @David_sfxxx
    OF: @David_sfxxx
     
    Sir Kirk
    X: www.x.com/The_Sir_Kirk
    IG: @The_Sir_Kirk
    JFF: @The_Sir_Kirk
    OF: @The_Sir_Kirk
     
    Killian Knox
    X: www.x.comKnoxKillian
    IG: believeitorknox
    OF: knox1knox
    JFF: killianknox
     
    The original, with some pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Five: The Fornication Party   July 10, 2024

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