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  1. FelchingPisser

    The Accident

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    "You Want an Even Bigger One?"

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    A Busy Bookstore

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—April, 2024
    It was Saturday.  The end of the month.  I was horned.  But I wanted to go somewhere different.  I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking.  I packed a lunch and took off.
    I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed.  I lucked into of the last parking spots.  I went inside.  The price had gone up.  Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprised I was at the number of cars.  He told me that, lately, Saturdays there had been incredibly busy.  I thanked him and went through the door into the darkened lounge…
     
    Men are everywhere.  Right now they are all in my age range—plus or minus 10 years.  There is a man openly jerking to trans porn.  Two more are doing the same thing to old gay videos.  One of the three gloryholes booths has the door closed.  I walk around to the ramp behind the booths—and there is a man, his entire body pressed against the wall, obviously enjoying himself.
    I go piss in the bathroom, then walk down the narrow hall.  There is a blow job happening in the next room.  I walk down to the room with the medical table.  A small orgy is in progress.  A man in his early 50’s (who I have fucked here in the past) is fully naked and lying on the table.  He is flanked by two men, one who he’s blowing and the other one he’s jerking.  A third man is sucking the naked guy.  Across the room, a man is seated in a chair.  His cock is being sucked by a man on his knees and another man is in the seated guy’s mouth.
    I take out my dick.
    The naked guy sees me, when he comes up for air, and smiles.  I think he remembers my dick.  The naked guy asks the guy to stop sucking.  The sucker won’t.  He must be good.  For as I move closer, the naked guy shoots in the sucker’s mouth.
    He asks me to fuck him anyways…but it’s a lost cause.  I try to get into him, but he decides he’s done.  He gets dressed and leaves.  I turn my attention to the guys in and surrounding the chair.  The guy getting head from the seated guy pulls out of his mouth.  I take his place.  The guy has a good mouth.  I let him have his way with my cock.
    We change around.  The guy on his knees gets up and feeds the chair guy.  I suck chair guy.  Then we rotate again…until we have each had the other two dicks.  And just as fast we go our separate ways.
    I am now looking at a bearded man, a few years my elder.  He has a skinny guy leaning on the now vacant medical table.  The bearded guy has the most beatific look on his face as he sucks.  I watch, stroking.  The bearded guy pulls off him and motions for the guy to turn around.  He’s hesitant, but he does.  And the bearded guy begins to eat his ass.  I have rarely seen such hunger in a public place.  I actually stop watching and let them have a private moment…
    *
    I am standing on the slurp ramp and have my cock through the middle gloryhole.  There are men on either side of me being serviced through the other two holes.  I have a very hungry mouth on me, but he can’t seem to stop raking his teeth across my big, flared cock head.  I look at the guy to my left.  He grins and we switch holes.  The new mouth is velvety and wonderful.  I grab the top of the wall, my body flattened against it, and hang on as he swallows me down…
    *
    I cruise around.  There is a shaved head guy I have played with before undressing at the medical table.   He nods to me.  We chat as he folds his clothes and places them under the bench.  Soon, I am eating his ass.
    “Stick that big cock in me.”
    I keep eating as I finish lubing myself up.  I stand and slide in.  He takes me easily.  I am guessing he uses a lot of big toys.  I fuck hard.  And suddenly I feel it.  He is no longer clean.  He’s left water deep inside and I have been churning it.  He tells me I’m crazy—that he cleaned out.  I tell him not to move as there is actually shit on the floor from when I pulled out.
    I clean up.  I clean up the floor and send him home.
    I go out to eat my lunch—hoping this is just a hiccup in an otherwise good day…
    *
    I go back inside.  The age range is now wider.  Men in their 30’s and 40’s play with each other and occasionally with some of the older crowd.  I am sitting in the straight sex nook.  But the sex that is happening is very gay.  The bearded sucker/rimmer is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth is wonderful.  And the beard is great on my balls.
    “Lick my balls with that talented tongue.”
    His eyes light up with my words of praise.  And he does just what I ask.  Treating each hairy orb individually to a loving tongue bath.  He stops only long enough to look up at me, his eyes searching my face to see if he is pleasing me.
    “I love your tongue,” I murmur.
    He goes right back and digs under my balls with it.  Finding my cock ring and starting to trace the metal with the tip of his tongue.
    “I saw you eat that guy’s ass.”
    He stops licking and looks at me.
    “You like to lick a man’s butt hole?”
    His face glazes over.  Looking almost like he’s cumming.
    “You want to eat this top’s ass?”
    I don’t wait for an answer.  I stand up, drop my pants to my knees and turn around.  I reach back and pull his hairy face into my ass crack.  He makes the sexiest sound in the back of his throat as his tongue finds my hole…
    *
    Shaved Head is back from a second round of clean out.  I fuck him…but my mind is still seeing the scene before.  I fuck him long enough to make him feel the trip home to the shower shot was worth it.
    I suck some dick myself.   But not for long.  The guy is soon on me.
    Bearded Man comes by, the moment my wet cock is free.  We are now in the room next to the bathroom.   He is on his knees and taking me deep.
    “You want to lick my ass, again?” I whisper.
    He nods. 
    The pants drop.  I turn and bend, holding onto the chair arms.  He gets deeper into me, grunting out his pleasure.   Damn, he’s good.  I can’t stop jerking myself as he rims me.
    And I’m there.  I turn and make it into his mouth just in time.  He makes the most sensual noises as he swallows the outpouring from my cock.  Spurt and spurt.  Until my legs are unsteady and I grab his shoulders…
     
    The original is posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Bookstore   May 15, 2024
  4. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—May, 2024
    So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming.  Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday.  But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son.  Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday.  But suddenly his work got in the way of that.  Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to reschedule, he went totally quiet.  I might have gone back to my usual hunting ground right after he cancelled, but I waited until Friday, thinking it might be better. 
    And indeed, it was.  Not perfect, but good.  And that was enough…
     
    The straight theatre has six or seven men in it.  I can’t sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  I find one against the wall.  There is a man standing against the back wall.  His thick dick is out and hard.  He doesn’t stroke it.  He just stands there.  Waiting?  With his expressionless face it’s hard to tell.  A man, slightly younger than me with a shaved head, is in the cocksucker’s seat.  But he doesn’t seem interested in that hard cock two feet from him.  A man in front of me is obviously stroking.  I can’t see anything, but we can all hear his moist hand beating his dick.  He looks only at the screen—so we all assume he wants to be left alone.
    A man around my age comes in.  I recognize him and am fairly sure we’ve played.  He is short and flashes a terrific smile at me as he sits in the chair across the aisle from me.  He takes his cock out instantly, working it very fast to full erection.
    There is something about the energy of the room that keeps us apart.  I nod to him, stand, stuff my cock back in my pants and go next door.  There is a younger bearded man here, his pants around his ankles, stroking a very small cock.  I sit and wait. 
    The door opens.  The guy with the terrific smile has followed me in.  He stands against the back wall, in the corner behind the entrance door, his cock out and—as I soon learn—drooling.  I go to him and take the wet shaft in my mouth.   He sighs.  He let’s me suck.  Then he fucks my face a little.  But his cock is not as hard now.  I figure it out.  He needs to be sucking me.  I stand.  He bends and his mouth sucks me deep into his throat.  He’s good.  But he’s not going to get my load, ten minutes into my time here.
    “You close?” he asks.
    I tell him it feels great, but I’m not close.
    “I am.  You want it?”
    He straightens up.  His cock is rampant again from his sucking me.  I go back to my knees and swallow his thick load after just a little more tongue work.  He does himself up as I stand.  The young bearded man has moved around to watch. 
    As the guy with the smile leaves, the bearded guy asks if he can suck.  I let him.  He is enthusiastic but not good.  His teeth keep catching the edge of my cock head.  I tell him to lick my sweaty balls.  He is good at that.  And loves the flavor.  He never goes back to my dick—he stays right there, licking my hairy sack and jerking his tiny dick.   When I suggest we take a break, I notice there is a pool of semen of the floor from his cock…
    *
    I go back to the straight theatre. Men have shifted.  The man with the hard cock (and no takers) is gone.  The guy with the shaved head has moved to where I sat originally.  He still looks at me like he might want me, but can’t bring himself to make a move.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.
    A regular comes in.  He is my age and almost twice my weight.  He is a talker; he loves to critique the video.  He sits next to me and does just that, groping himself first, then replacing my hand in stroking my shaft.
    The shaved head guy to the side watches us.  The long-haired guy goes from stroking me to leaning across me and sucking.  It’s a lousy angle.  But it feels good enough to let him continue.  I finally ask my long-haired sucker to take a break.  The shaved head guy stands.  Is he finally going to ask to suck me?  Nope.  He’s out the door.  The long-haired guy follows him.
    I am alone for a moment.  The couple, who come here to both suck as much dick as possible, make an appearance.  The better sucker—and the one who hates having my cock wet beforehand—smiles at me and leaves.  I trade blow jobs with his shaved head partner.  He does me first.  And, when he’s super hard from sucking me, has me blow him.  Neither of us are trying for orgasm. 
    Always restless, he leaves to check in with his partner.  I go piss.  When I return, there stands the guy with his hard on jutting out of his pants.  He does not look at me as I pass him, or when I sit, or even when I pull out my cock to jerk.
    I fist my dick and he stands there, jutting straight out.  Once, after a huge facial on the big screen television, he adjusts himself slightly, pulling his balls free from behind the zipper.  Is he just showing off?  Or does he want to be sucked?  It’s an easy slide out of my seat and onto my knees.  If he rebuffs me—who really cares?
    Without a word my mouth touches his cock.  He does not look at me, make a sound or pull away.  I take him deep in my throat.  He is thick enough to make me really work at it.  But I can instantly tell I am doing something right, as his cock begins to precum constantly.  I deep throat him again, and then concentrate on his head, swabbing it with my tongue.  Drilling into his piss slit.  My hands have found his bull balls.  I stroke them as I suck.  Over and over, my fingers moving behind them to tantalize his perineum. 
    Then my tongue goes to his balls.  My hand gently jerks his dick as I lick the wrinkled sack.  I still can’t get a sigh, much less a moan, out of him.  My tongue on his nuts is increasing the already heavy precum flow.  I move back to his cock.  I do a repetitive deep throat on him—as if he were fucking my face.  Though he still stands stock still.
    And he’s there.  His load is mammoth.  Jolt after jolt of semen is spat into my mouth.  I swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke or let any get away.  It’s an incredibly hot moment.  A true reward.
    He let’s me keep him in my mouth until he’s done.  Until I’ve licked up every drop.  Until he realizes there is nothing to mop up with the handkerchief he’s found.  Now he’s talkative.  He thanks me profusely.  Tells me how good it was.  And how much he needed it after a hard week.
    He leaves.  I walk around.  The store has emptied.  It’s earlier than I usually leave, but I can’t imagine anything better happening today.  I might not have shot—but I leave very satisfied…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Reward: A Mammoth Load  May 21, 2024
  5. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—May, 2024
    It was a Friday afternoon.  The first Friday of May.  I went to the bookstore that is just a few miles from me.  It started very slowly…but, oh, I am so glad I didn’t leave…
     
    I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat—but it’s my cock getting sucked.  Well, my cock head.  A man, a good deal older than myself, asked very politely if he could suck my dick.  I’ve let him.  He is bending over to do it, as I’m guessing his knees are shot.  His mouth, on first contact, was warm, wet and welcoming.  But he won’t go any deeper than the tip of my dick.  His soft hand is wrapped around my shaft and he is jerking me into his mouth.  Roughly. 
    “Please, no hand.”
    He let’s go reluctantly.  But doesn’t go any deeper down on me.  In moments, the hand is back and jerking me again.  I ask for a break.  I jerk, with just a sheen of lube, in peace.
    The gay couple who come here to suck cock is working the arcade today.  (We actually waved to each other in the parking lot.)  The one with a shaved head does me quite frequently.  His partner is not fond of the fact that I need to use lube, a tasteless lube, to jerk—so he doesn’t do me as often.  But today, when he comes through the door, he makes a bee line to me and gives my dick everything it was missing with the first guy.  He is constantly deep throating me and reveling in all the precum that action produces.
    The first guy comes back.  He stands to the side and watches the man on his knees giving me superlative head.  He is not happy.  But he doesn’t leave.  He hovers.
    My sucker takes a break.  I tell him how good that felt.  He beams—and goes out the door, likely to tell his partner.  The first guy leans down and grabs my dick before I can say anything.  Once again, he jerks me as his mouth encircles my cock head.  This time, I am very aware of his toupee.  The ‘hair’ never moves.  I ask for no hand.  He lets go for 30 seconds, and then it wraps back around my shaft.  The hand doesn’t chafe as much as before as my cock is wet from the other guy.  Now, it’s drying.  And I can’t take it.  I tell him to stop.  He gives me an injured look and leaves.
    A larger man, who sports a fat cock, comes in and sits against the wall, watching me.  I have sucked him in the past.  I’m about to get up and do him when the other half of the partnered guys comes in.  He sucks my cock enthusiastically, as the light from the big screen television glints on his shaved scalp.  The larger guy watches and jerks to us.
    Shaved Head soon tires and takes off.  I am just collecting myself to go suck the larger guy’s cock when Thirty Seconds walks in.  He is the guy who takes a hit of poppers just before my mouth touches him—and he cums in 30 seconds or less.  I wait.  He unzips.  His small cock is hard.  He huffs.  I take him in my mouth and…bam.   I swallow his load.
    And once I have that first load, I want more.
    I get up and suck the larger guy.  He loves my mouth and tells me so.  He even thinks it’s hot that I have the remnants of a guy’s load in my mouth.  He’s a talker.  Eventually he reminds me he can’t cum anymore with ejaculate, but the feeling is still there for him.   I work his cock until he gets there.  He shudders—and nary a drop of fluid is released.
    I wait.  Alone in the dark room.  Stroking.
    A good-looking white daddy comes in.  He stands right next to me.  He knows what I want.  And he has a cock to be sucked dry.  He unzips.  A hot, dripping seven-incher.  He tosses one glance at me, and then never looks at me again.  I go to my knees in front of him.  He moans as my lips encircle him.  Even more when I go deep.  But he doesn’t look down at me.  Or touch me.  But it doesn’t stop him from emptying his balls down my throat.  He even lets me clean him up.
    I wait.
    The door opens.  A man my age, with a long beard comes in.  He makes me think this is how my bud Jacob will look in 20 years.  He stands in the same place and unzips.  But he is all about stroking my head as I suck; to hold on to me and fuck my face; to get his slim fingers into my ears.  He is uncut—and loves how my tongue works the foreskin back.
    I pull off him—only to get his balls.  He can’t keep his hands off his cock as I lick and massage each testicle in turn.
    “I’m gonna shoot…”
    I swallow him down just in time.
    A lull.
    I consider going home to prep dinner.
    A regular, a bigger, jovial guy comes in.  He kneels and suck me—like he does every time he sees me.  He’s good.  But I am not anywhere near orgasm.
    The door opens.  He quickly sits next to me before the new guy, likely late 30’s, comes in.  He’s tall and thin, wearing jeans that have seen a full day’s work, dusty work boots and a reflective orange shirt.  Fuck.  He’s one of the highway workers, rebuilding the expressway.  He glances at us and then focuses on the screen.  The video is hot and nasty.  He responds.  He unzips.  His cock in long and thin.  He strokes.
    My seat partner can’t contain himself.  He gets up and goes to the guy.  “Can I suck you?”
    The road worker shakes his head.
    He points to me. “Then let him suck you while I suck him.”
    I can’t believe that the guy nods and comes toward me, his long cock swinging.
    I take him in my mouth, still seated on the bench.  His balls reek, in the best way, of a hard day’s work.  He stands motionless and let’s me work on him.  I have him breathing hard quite fast.
    Then I feel the mouth on my cock.  The larger guy is watching me suck while he does the same to me.  I moan around the cock in my mouth.  Road Worker notices what’s happening and his cock drools on my tongue.
    “Can I cum in your mouth?” he whispers.
    I make an affirmative sound.
    “Swallow, don’t spit.”
    As if…
    I redouble my efforts.  I want to get him off before my cock decides to spurt.  His cock is drooling non-stop now.  I pull off and lick his musky balls.  He moans—but he doesn’t touch his dick.
    “Damn, you know what you’re doing…” he mumbles.
    I go back to his cock.  Now, he can’t help beginning to fuck my face.  In moments, he is exploding a huge pent-up load.  He stays in my mouth, letting his cock drool every drop.  The moment he pulls it out, my cock is moments away from the finish.
    “Do my balls,” I bark out.  My sucker licks them.  I give my dick a few strokes.  “Take my load,” I demand.  He’s on me.  Swallowing me down.  I pant.  I can’t stop tasting Road Worker’s cum and musk.  He has stopped putting his dick away so he can watch me spew my load…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow, Don't Spit"   May 17, 2024
  6. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—May, 2024
    I was still horned after my Friday afternoon of fun, detailed in the last post.  But I had a work gig that kept me from playing on Saturday and Sunday.  But it didn’t prevent me from setting up some dates.  I arranged a time on Wednesday with the married bear who is such a good cocksucker.  He was excited to come back to the playroom.  I also made a date with a brand-new guy, a younger man.  He was looking to me to work on opening his very tight hole and to be introduced to piss play.  That was for Thursday.
    And here I was on Monday horned and in need.  I went to the bookstore.  I rarely went on a Monday.  I had no idea if there would be anyone there.  But even some good porn would work.  So, off I went…
     
    The parking lot is sparsely filled.  I consider turning around and going home.  But I go in.  As usual, I head to the straight theatre first.  My cocksucker’s chair is taken by the one man in the theatre.  He’s white, late 40’s to early 40’s, in decent shape.  He is totally ignoring the porn and is scrolling through his phone.  And answering the annoying ping of incoming texts.  I sit to the side and open my fly.
    The porn is talky.  I have been here for 10 minutes and they are still ‘acting’ up there on the screen.  I wait it out.  It goes on for another good five minutes.  And when the sex starts, it’s a girl-on-girl scene.  I look over at the guy on his phone.  He has never even acknowledged I’m in the room, so I do myself up and go next door.
    No one is here.  The porn is very twinkish—but at least there are some dicks and asses on the screen.  I watch.  My cock is semi-hard.  When a cute blond begins licking a barely legal otter’s ass, my cock finally stands up.
    The door opens.  A white man, likely in his 50’s comes in.  He looks like he is using the theatre as a way to get off the streets.  His clothes are filthy, his beard is unkempt and there is that sour smell of old body odor.
    “You want my ass?” he asks, the moment he sees me.
    I shake my head.
    “I love to suck…” He steps closer to me.  The smell is overpowering.  I do up my fly and excuse myself.
    I go back to the straight theatre.  The guy is still engrossed in his phone.  On the big screen television, the female couple simulate their orgasms as I sit down.  The next sequence also has an interminable set-up scene, but at least it’s a young man and a young girl.  They finally start to have the most white-bread sex you can imagine.  This is porn you take home to the wife.   The only good thing about the scene is that the guy shoots fast—and the video ends.
    I go out and tell the clerk to change the disc.  She nods.  The guy I thought might be homeless is also at the counter.  He’s buying a sex toy.  I go to the bathroom, piss and go back to the new video.
    I can’t believe it.  I have actually seen it here.  And it is another one where they act for a very long time before anything happens.  I don’t even sit.  I glance at Phone Guy (still at it) and check in next door.  The unkempt guy is opening his purchase.  I can’t see what it is, as his body is in the way, but I hear the hard plastic packaging being ripped open.  I beat a hasty retreat.
    I cruise the racks of movies.  I get points towards a purchase with every dollar I spend here.  I often use the accumulated points to purchase porn.  Nothing is calling me today.  I also check the parking lot.  Empty but for our four vehicles.
    I go back to the straight side.  They are now having sex on the screen.  I open my fly, but my cock is barely hard.  I work him up a little.  Phone Guy pays no attention at all.  Whoever he is chatting with is one of those people who sends the text every sentence.  The ding of incoming texts is constant—faster than he can answer them.
    I stop.  I put my dick away.  There is a loud crash next door.  A metal chair has likely been tipped over.  I get up.  I hear the door bang.  I go out and around.  The gay theatre now reeks.  It’s empty but for the packaging strewn on the floor.  And a pink dildo covered in….well, you know.  
    I walk out of the room. 
    Out of the store
    And start my car.
    I should have stayed home… 
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Cell Phones and Sex Toys   May 192024
  7. FelchingPisser

    Chance Meetings

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—April, 2024
    A while back I wrote up a post that concluded with my actually being able to get off in a talented cocksucker’s mouth.  I bumped into him again in April.  I went back to the bookstore and there was the same young man, coming through the door, moments after I sat down in the cocksucker’s seat…
     
    His eyes light up as he sees my hard cock.  Only then do his eyes come up to my face.  I smile.  He grins and unzips.  He pulls out his hefty ebony seven incher.  I would love to get that thing in my mouth, but I don’t want to slow him down.  He is already kneeling between my spread legs.  For a long moment, he just looks at my dick.  His left hand hefts my balls.  His right is busy working his own cock.
    “Daddy, I could suck this thing all day.” 
    His hand leaves my balls and turns his baseball cap so the brim is to the back.  He leans in and inhales.  “Damn, your balls smell great.”
    “Lick them.”
    He bends and does just that.  His talented tongue being soothing and arousing at the same time.  He licks one orb.  And the other.  He knows better than to try to get both into his mouth at once.  But one disappears with gentle sucking.  It emerges and the second goes in, treated to that ever-moving tongue.
    I stroke my dick while he does this.  When he releases the second ball from his mouth, I lift them and nudge his head down to lick the top of my perineum.  He does.   Enthusiastically.  And murmurs “You taste so good…”
    He finally stops licking and gently knocks my hand away from my cock.  I want to kiss him—but I don’t, not quite sure how he’d react.  His mouth, instead, covers my cock head.  He moans, sending shivers through it.  He sinks down.  And down.  Taking every inch.  Deep into his throat.
    He moans.  My dick loves the vibrations.  He comes up for air and begins sucking me in earnest.  My hands find his nipples.  I play with them idly, with a tee-shirt between us.  He seems to like this—though I can’t tell if his sigh is from tweaking his nips or from the pre-cum leaking out of my cock.
    I let him do whatever he wants with my cock.  There is lots of deep throating.  Lots of just my cock head in his mouth while his busy tongue roams over it.  Once he holds my balls and just licks up and down my shaft.
    I have this urge to fuck his face.  I want to see that pretty face get used.  I stand up, never taking my dick out of his mouth.  He goes right with me.  I begin slow.  A leisurely face fuck.  He groans out his approval.  I speed up.  Slowly.  A little at a time.  My balls are now slapping his chin on each fuck stroke.  His hand is working furiously on his own dick.  I grab his ears and pump a little harder.
    He lets out the longest moan since we’ve started.  I suddenly realize I just made him shoot.
    He’s apologetic.  I know he wanted my load again—but this time I was just starting my time here, not looking for a way to finish.  His cock has released a massive load on the linoleum.  I step to the side so he can get up.  I want to clean his dick, but he is wrapping it in paper towel before I can offer.  I thank him, he grins and shoves his wrapped up dick into his pants and leaves…
    *
    The place is pretty empty.  The door had not opened once as he sucked me.  No one seems to be around now either.  I sit and stroke to the video, my boots straddling the load he left of the floor. 
    Finally, the door opens.  It’s Braydon, the cum pig.  We are both surprised.  Neither of us had let the other know we were coming.  He moves to go to work on me, but I stop him from kneeling in the puddle of cum. 
    We go next door.  I drop my pants so Braydon’s tongue has full access to my cock, balls and ass.  He steps out of his pants altogether.  Bare ass, he kneels and begins licking and sucking.  He, also, starts on my balls.  He licks the still wet orbs.  I tell him more about the guy who was just on me.  This seems to excite Braydon.  He lifts my nuts, and licks under them.  Then the top of the perineum.  But he is not ready to rim me today. 
    Instead, he works up my shaft and gets my cock wet.  Works the piss slit.  Licks the whole head relentlessly.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  Repeatedly.  Then he does it again, making himself gag.  And again.  He leaves vast strands of deep throat spittle on it. 
    “I’ll use for lube.  Get up on your knees.”
    He pulls one of the chairs around and kneels on it, jutting his hairy ass towards me.  I finally get to use my mouth.  I kneel, pull apart his cheeks and my tongue finds his hole.  He moans and tells me to eat him out.  I do.  Leaving vast amounts of spit behind.
    I am so ready to fuck.
    I stand up and slide inside him.  I start slowly—but it’s not for long.  I am pounding him in moments.  Only once does the thought cross my mind that I want to fuck that first young man just like this…
    I pull out.  I move to Braydon’s mouth.  He hungrily cleans my cock.
    I move around and eat his wet hole again.  I have a flash of eating the young cocksucker’s ass.  An ass I’ve never even seen.  But my cock likes the image I have created.
    I keep hoping someone will walk in, but no one is around.  Braydon is not going to get a dick to suck today as I work him over.  I stand up.  I am surprised I am so close to shooting.
    “I think I’m gonna cum…” I blurt out. 
    “Give it to me.”
    I do.  Spurt and spurt.  I fill up his ass with my spunk.
    I recover for a moment, marinating his butt.  Holding onto his hips.  Finally, I pull out. 
    I taste my handiwork, licking up a dribble of jizz dripping from his hole.  I move around, once my cock can stand it, and give him my dick to clean up…
     
    The original, in a slightly different form, is here:  Chance Meetings   May 11, 2024
  8. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—April, 2024
    (Picking up where we left off…)
     
    I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years.  I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar.  I touch his shoulder and he turns to me.
    “Well, well…” he murmurs.  “Excuse me,” he says to the man he is talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat.
    He is likely half my age.  His skin tone is a deep, dark brown.  The black curls on his head are much longer than they were than when we first met.  He is short, lithe and a sex pig with a true bubble butt.  We’d met at CLAW, many years ago, just as he was starting his sex pig journey.  For a time, we had met a couple of times a year at various sexual functions.  I hadn’t seen him since Covid—and now he is sucking my cock to the root and making the most delicious moans around it.  
    Max come up for air.  He stands.  We kiss.  He shares the precum he’s collected.  “I need you to fuck me,” he says, coming out of the kiss.  “Right now.”  He grabs the shoulders of the man he was talking to and juts out that bubble butt.  It’s my turn to go to my knees.  I bury my face deep into his hole.  My tongue finds his ass lips.  They are puffy from recent use.  This makes me eat him out with even more enthusiasm. 
    “Put that big cock into him,” says the guy he’s holding on to.
    I stand up and slide in.  Max let’s out a groan.  The guy he’s balancing against holds him tighter.  I begin to fuck.  Hard.  Knowing he can take it.  Max groans out “That’s the dick I remember.  Fuck me!”
    I slam into his bubble butt again and again.
    “May I?” asks the guy holding him.  He is rock hard from holding Max and watching me fuck.  I pull out.  Max turns and holds on to me as the other guy slides into him.  “Now that’s a hot hole,” he moans as he bottoms out inside Max.  He begins a slow fuck as I hold Max in place.  I watch the concentration on his face as he works his ass to give maximum pleasure to the guy inside him.
    Finally, we take it to the sling at the back.  I fuck him.  Then the other guy.  I go up him again while the other guy finds a friend of his who loves ass.  The third guy fucks him before we all separate.
    Keshawn finds me.  He likes what he saw all of us doing.  We have another round in the sling.  His ass is wetter yet…
    *
    “I’ve watched you.  You’re the one I want to fuck the cum out of me.” 
    The speaker is standing by the emergency exit in the back wall.  He is a true bear—hairy chest, hairy thighs and a remarkably long beard.
    “Sure.  Where?”
    “Right here is fine.”  He steps into a tight corner formed by the back wall and the bar.  He bends over.  His big ass is incredibly hairy—both cheeks and even more in the crack.  I kneel and begin feasting on his butt.
    “That’s what I saw you do.  Eat me out.  Make me cum…”
    I can feel him jerking his dick.  I really want to keep eating his ass, but I will myself to stand up and fuck.  It takes a couple of minutes—I can’t tear myself away from the furry hole on my tongue.  I finally stand and enter him.  It doesn’t take many thrusts before he is moaning out his orgasm.  I reach in front, trying to get some of his jizz on my hand.  I want to smear it on his hairy crack and lick it up.  But it’s all on the floor.  I pull out.  He’s too dazed from his orgasm to even think about cleaning my cock…
    *
    I see Max.  He is still with the good-looking white guy from the bar. They are making out near the sling.  The guy notices me and motions me over.  We have a threeway kiss.  Then it’s threeway cocksucking—with Max working the two of us.  Then the other top joins him on my dick.  After a bit, I take a turn when the top stands up, sharing his dick with Max. 
    I pull off the guy’s cock.  “I really want to do this after you fuck Max.”
    He gives me an evil grin.  “Let’s do it.”
    The sling is in use.  Max leans against the wall.  I fuck him first.  Then the good looking top.  I go to my knees and suck his wet cock the moment he pulls out.  It is an ass jizz overload—every flavor I love of Max’s ass is on his cock.  I can’t get enough.  The top understands.   He pulls away, fucks Max’s ass a few more strokes and gives it to me again.
    “You taste the load my buddy gave him?”
    Honestly, I can’t.  But just the thought of it adds heat to the moment.  I finally stop cleaning his cock and fuck Max again.  Hard.  Slamming into that bubble butt.  I stop.  Winded.
    Max whirls around and cleans me as I sit on the ledge.
    “You know, says the top. “I can be vers.  Let me feel that cock in me.  Just go slow.”
    I am up for the challenge.  He leans against the wall.  Max watches me go to my knees and stick my tongue up the Top’s ass.  This guy is so much tighter.  But he opens with my probing tongue.  I add more lube to my dick than usual.  I stand up and work it into him.  Inch by inch.  I can hear him jerking as I do it—and then he stops and begins to pant.
    “How does it feel?” asks Max.
    “Like I have a railroad tie up my butt.”
    Max laughs. 
    I smile and begin to pump.
    And just as I’m reaching speed, he wriggles around and we disengage.  He swallows my cock cleaning me up for the next guy…
    *
    “The sling’s free.” 
    Keshawn has found me.   We head to the back wall.  The party is beginning to wind down.  Guys are getting off and getting dressed.  Keshawn hops in the sling.  I go to my knees the moments his feet are up on the chains.  His hole is incredibly puffy.  I take the ass lips into my mouth.  He’s been busy.  I get a dribble of someone’s cum on my tongue.  I moan and swallow and dig deeper.
    “Fuck me!”
    I reluctantly stand up.  My cock is tingling.  I’m pretty sure I’m going to load him.  I slide into his wet, cummy hole.  I fuck.  Hard.  My hips slapping Keshawn’s hot ass.
    I slow to take a hit of his poppers.  I want to breed.  Now.
    And in seconds I am spewing a round of cum into him.  He is watching my face—and knows I’m unloading in him.  I hang on the sling frame for a moment.  I go to my knees and clean up some seed dribbling out of him.  And realize that while my balls emptied, I didn’t have that totally over the top, every nerve-jangling-orgasm. 
    My cock is still hard.  Keshawn is making a move to get out.  I help him.  And hug him.
    I go hunting for Max.  He is blowing a white man who looks older than me.  He is kneeling before the guy.  Just a touch of my hand on his hips, makes him stand up.  But he never stops sucking. 
    I eat his well-used ass.  My cock is still telling me it wants more.  Needs more.  He wants to put some seed in this butt, too.
    I stand up.  It’s a short fuck.  But brutal.  Even with all his skills, Max has to stop sucking for a moment, I am plowing him so hard.
    And it’s there.  The full thing, this time.  The nerve endings light up.  I empty the little jizz that’s left in my balls.  I collapse on his back…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bear Naked Chicago (Conclusion)   May 9, 2024
  9. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—April, 2024
     
    Keshawn had been after me for a long time to join him at a Bear Naked Chicago event.  I had played with the group at least once before—some years before I’d started the blog.  I’d had fun, but it somehow wasn’t special enough to warrant the drive into Chicago.
    But work gigs had taken me out of going to the watersports party for two months running.  I had the date of BNC available—so I went.  It was an easy drive into the city, even with some slow traffic on the congested interstates through downtown.  I found parking near the bar.  (This gathering was held in the same bar as the watersports group.) 
    I checked my coat a few minutes before the doors opened to the back bar.  I saw Keshawn come in and talk animatedly to a group of men he knew.  He spotted me at the other end of the front bar and came over to give me a hug.  In moments, the doors to the back opened and we went in…
     
    I strip down and put my clothes in the gym bag I’ve brought.  Other men are stowing theirs in garbage bags provided by the hosts.  Many men are totally naked but for something on their feet.  I check my bag, dressed in just boots and a jock.  The coat check guy smiles and gives me my ticket.  On the other table near him are boxes and boxes of pizza.  I had forgotten this aspect of the event.  And the Bears certainly do love their pizza.  For the first 30 minutes, it is a much more social, then sexual group.
    I am sort of at loose ends.  I don’t want to eat before sex.  I am not much of a drinker.  I watch porn projected on the wall and wait for the action to begin.
    “You look like you need a good cock sucking…”
    I turn.  A man, a good ten years older than I, is standing just behind me.  I smile and nod.  He goes to his knees, slowly, before his eager mouth engulfs my semi-hard cock.   He’s good warm up head.  I look around.  Across from me, near the bar, there is another pair of men doing the same thing.  There is a knot of men close to the sling in the back corner, but no one is in it.  To my left, two men are working on a third.
    The men are all types.  Many, certainly, fit the bear mold.  But there are also many who are younger and thinner who love meaty men.  They all seem to love group play.  I help the guy up off the floor—his knees are killing him.  Now, hard and swinging, I move to the group at the back.  A tall Asian, one of the youngest men here, is fucking a big beefy bear.  The men surrounding them are enjoying the fuck—stroking themselves or the guy next to them.  Keshawn arrives and pulls me over to the sling.  He hops in.  I kneel and my tongue gets re-acquainted with his hole.   I lube up as I rim.  In one movement, I stand and insert.  Keshawn moans, as his eyes close and his hole opens.  I hold—and fuck.  Long and slow.  Warming up that ass. 
    The chains of the sling clank happily, attracting a few men to come watch us.  When Keshawn needs a break, I help him out and a blond man, around my age, and asks if he can have some of the same.  He gets in and I go to my knees.  I need to pull apart his ample ass cheeks to get to his hole.  I love the way they press on me when I let go.  My tongue makes the guy groan.  He tells me he loves the feel of it.  Eventually, I stand.  I work into him slowly.  Inch by inch.  He uses some poppers—and I slide home. 
    “Fuck me hard.”
    I do just that.
    Until he begs me to stop…
    *
    There are large screens that hang from the ceiling, cutting off the rest of the bar to give some slight privacy to a sitting ledge that runs along one wall.  Behind it, I find the tall Asian fucking the guy who gave me warm-up head.  My former cock sucker is moaning and telling the young man how good he feels in his ass.
    I stand and stroke, thinking I might go up him next.  When the Asian pulls out, the bottom goes to the bar for a drink.  Instead, the Asian kneels and begins sucking my cock.  I stand for a few moments as he works on me.  He reaches up and grabs my hips, guiding me to a sitting position on the ledge.  Now he really goes to town on me.  Cock, slit, balls, and under them, all have their moment with his active tongue.
    “You taste so good,” he murmurs as he leaves the now very wet balls and moves back up my shaft.  I offer to do the same to him—but he declines.  A little later, as he comes up from a deep throat, panting, I tell him I would really like to eat his ass.  I think for a moment he is going to let me, but instead he moves away to grab a friend a large, very hairy bear.  The Asian bends the guy down to suck my cock, still wet with his own saliva.  He proceeds to fuck him.  Fast and hard.  The guy is fucked down, deeper on my cock, with every stroke.
    “Trade,” he grunts as he pulls out.  I stand and fuck the hairy hole as the bear cleans the Asian’s cock.  Hungrily and with true passion.
    “Again.”  We switch.  The bear sucked me quite well before, but now he can’t get enough of his ass jizz on my cock.  He is ravenous.
    The two of us keep trading off on him…
    *
    I fuck Keshawn.  This time with him standing up and leaning against the bar.  It’s brief—as we both move off to find others.  We do it repeatedly throughout the playtime.
    I move behind the screens again.  Four men are all bent over, supporting themselves on the ledge.  Two tops are working their way down, fucking each of them.  They wave me over.  I stick my dick into the hole just left by the second guy.  The men under us are all older bears.  They are loving the sequential fuck; I love this first ass.  I’m pretty sure he’s loaded as he is incredibly wet.
    The top leading the way, a young white man in his 30’s, signals us he’s going to shift.  He moves down one.  I see his nice seven incher disappear into the third ass.  The Black man next to me, likely in his 40’s, pulls out, too.  He moves over one ass.   So, I do, too.
    This ass feels totally different.  Drier.  And tighter.  To the point I add more lube.  We fuck.  The bottom who now has no dick, moves slightly so he can watch the other three get fucked.  Then, realizing what’s in store, gets up and kneels at the end of the line.  He wants to taste all those asses on each of our dicks.
    We shift again.  The young white guy lets his dick be cleaned.  He groans more at the man’s mouth than he did while he was fucking.  The two of us left, keep fucking, smirking at each other. 
    The Black top pulls out and shoves his slippery cock in the waiting mouth.  I go up the last ass.   When the top pulls out of the guy’s mouth, I pull out of the fourth ass.  I present my dripping dick to the kneeling man.  His eyes are glazed.  He slobbers over my cock, still delighting in the mix of flavors and just the [banned word] nature of it. 
    Finally, he pulls off me and goes to the bar.  Two of the other men have moved on, too.  The last of the four, the one I was up the least amount of time is still there, bent over.  I kneel and surprise him with my tongue.  Fuck.  No wonder the cock cleaner was so dazed.  I love the mix of juices myself.  I tongue him…making him moan.
    I stand up and fuck him again.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough that he asks me to slow down.  I do—and pull out.  He spins around and cleans me up.
    I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years.  I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar.  I touch his shoulder and he turns towards me.
    “Well, well…” he murmurs.  “Excuse me,” he says to the man he was talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat…
     
    (More to come)
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bear Naked Chicago: (Part One)  May 7, 2024
  10. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—April, 2024
     
    Teddy, a load taker I’d met recently at the bookstore, who could rival Braydon in skills and stamina, sent me a text on a Thursday morning in mid-April.  Could he come to the playroom?  I had given him my number after our first fuck.  I had stressed that I was a planner—I could rarely just drop everything going on in my life for instant sex.  I told him I couldn’t that day, as I had an important meeting that afternoon.  He understood.
    Within thirty minutes, my meeting got cancelled by the organizer, not by me.  I let Teddy know.  As it turned out, he’d already gone to the bookstore when he couldn’t come to my house.  I got dressed to join him there…
     
    The parking lot is all but empty.  Well, I know I have a hot ass waiting for me.  I’ll be fine.  Once in the straight theatre, I sit along the side as there is a man around my age in the cocksucker’s seat.  I pull out my cock and get it to stand up.  The door opens.  It is Teddy.  He is thick set and perhaps slightly older than I originally thought, likely approaching his mid-forties.  He makes a bee line to my spread legs.  He grins at me and kneels, taking my cock deep into his throat, all in one move.  I sigh, my head leaning back.
    The man in the back row stands up and comes to watch.  He gropes himself through his pants.  Teddy has moved from my cock to my balls.  He is leaving incredible amounts of spittle on them as he licks, massaging them with his tongue.  At one point, I stop stroking so the guy watching can really see the size of me dick.  Do I want him to reach for it?  I can’t be sure.  He doesn’t.  He just unzips his pants and his hand disappears inside.
    The door opens.  A man, who I see more often up in Grand Rapids at the house party there, comes in.  He is late 30’s, Latin, with a shaved head.  His cock is the uncut version of mine, with the same length and girth.  He nods to me and comes right over.  This makes the other spectator move away to a distance where no one can touch him as he pulls out his dick.  Latin Top unzips, too.  I lick the head of his cock, getting him fully hard for Teddy’s mouth. 
    I touch the back of Teddy’s head.  He knows what I want.  He comes off my dick and begins to suck my friend.  Latin Top lets him work at his own speed for a git, then he begins to fuck his face.  In moments, Teddy gags.  He pulls off, catches his breath and swallows him down again.
    “Now suck his dick,” Latin Top murmurs.
    Teddy goes back to mine, giving me the same treatment.  I hold his ears and pump up into his mouth.  He gags with me, too.  Loving it.
    Back and forth we guide his head.  First one and then the other.  The man watching us is now hard and stroking to our manhandling of Teddy.
    “You should try his ass,” I tell Latin Top.
    Teddy obediently stands up and steps out of his pants and underwear.  He bends, his hands on his knees—ass proffered to the two of us.  I kneel and begin rimming him as Latin Top strokes himself.
    I stand up and sink inside his wet ass.  I pump him for a few moments, pull out and offer Latin Top a turn.  He shakes his head, puts his cock away and goes out of the room.  I am surprised, but just go back to my knees and eat the hole I just fucked.  Teddy is a great self-luber and I love having my mouth around his hole.
    I stand back up.  My cock sinks into him.  I watch the older man stroking to us.  “He has another hole.”  To my surprise, the guy moves forward and offers his cock to Teddy to suck.  Teddy moves a step forward to take it—and I go with him.  I watch the guy’s face as Teddy sucks and I fuck.  The man can’t believe his good luck.  He begins to pant.  I see his eyes close.  He is fighting back his ejaculation.
    And in moments, he gives in to it.  He gives Teddy what must be quite a mouthful of cum.  Instantly he pulls out and finds an old bandanna to wrap around his spent dick.
    “Any jizz for your ass?”  My hand reaches around so Teddy can drool it onto my palm.  He does, but it’s very little.  He has swallowed more than usual this time.  I smear what there is on my wet cock shaft and fuck it into him.  This sends the cum donor out of the room.  I fuck Teddy harder as the door opens again.
    Latin Top is back.  I nod to him.  He comes around to feed Teddy.  I fuck hard enough to help Teddy take more cock down his throat. 
    “Let me try that ass.”
    I pull out and let Latin Top take my place. 
    “Fuck, that’s a nice hole…”  He begins easy, with nice slow strokes. 
    I walk around and bring my wet cock to Teddy’s mouth.  He hungrily cleans me up as Latin Top picks up speed.  Now, he groans at the milking Teddy’s ass is giving him.   “Fuck, I don’t want to cum…”
    But it’s too late.  There is no way Latin Top is pulling out now.  He begins to spew his seed deep into Teddy’s ass.  He groans, deep and guttural, as his cock can’t stop shooting.
    He holds in place, letting Teddy milk the last drop out of him.  I come around and go to my knees.  “I know you want this,” Latin Top murmurs.  “Have fun.”
    He pulls out and pushes my face into Teddy’s cummy ass.  I begin licking up the overflow—then felching deeper into Teddy’s butt.  I hear the door close behind Latin Top.  I am not about to stand up and fuck him until I can’t taste any more cum.  I spread his ass cheeks and do a last lick.  I stand up and push in.  Fuck, there is a ton of cum still in him, too deep for my tongue to reach.  I fuck in it, churning Latin Top’s load.  It froths around my shaft, and begins to ring his hairy ass hole with each of my backstrokes.
    I pull out and lick up more of the cum and ass jizz mixture.  My cock can’t stand it.  I quickly stand and enter him.  Just in time.  I shoot my load every bit as deep as Latin Top.  Teddy has to work to keep his balance with the force of my thrusting.  He begins to milk my shaft, to get every drop out of my balls…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Teddy Takes My Fuck Bud   May 3, 2024
  11. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—April, 2024
     
    A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp.  We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April.  I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him.  It did.  I gave him the address again.  He had been to my old residence, just before I moved.  In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there.  He was excited to see the new set-up.  He arrived right after 2pm…
     
    Braydon likes what he sees.  The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is.  He agrees…and strips off his clothes.  I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play.  I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me.  He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment.
    “I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur.  “See if you can taste them…”
    Braydon digs in.  He begins to lick the pouch.  He keeps moaning in the back of his throat.  My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely.  He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He licks under my balls as I pull them up.  For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum.
    “Get in the sling.  I need to eat your hole.”
    He jumps in.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass.  I find his hole.  He is already slightly gaping from the excitement.  My tongue goes into him—deep and wet.  In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil.  I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Long and slow.  Using my full length on every stroke.  Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow.
    I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo.  I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy.  I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo.  He takes it, with ease.  I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in.  I stand and add my cock.  Telling him just how it feels.  The toy underneath my cock.  The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick.  How my cock head hits the big head of the toy.
    I fuck with it in place.  I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd.  I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. 
    I pull out, bringing the toy with me.  I lube up the fat black butt plug.  He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it.  I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body.
    “Do that again…” he pleads. 
    So, I do.
    I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here.  I am not sure he can take the wide base.  But he does.  Loving the stretch.  I pull it out and eat his hole.  My tongue can now go deeper than before.  I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head.  It feels cold to the touch.  I lube it, but don’t warm it.
    “This’ll cool down your ass…”
    He moans.  And takes it.  I slowly work it in and out of him a few times.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference.  My dick head bangs into the big metal orb.  I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass.
    Finally, we take a break.
    “Where do you want to eat my ass?  Sling or Rimseat?”
    We go for the sling first.  I get in and he kneels.  Almost reverently.  He starts at my balls and works down.  Licking under them.  Down the hairy perineum.  Around my hole.  Avoiding it.  And then his tongue connects with my pucker.  He groans.  I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me…
    *
    I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains.  We move to the fuck bench.  I fuck him hard and fast.  Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out.  Braydon is in pig heaven.  At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole.  We both are breathing hard.
    I set up the rimseat.  He elects to get under it first.  I sit.  It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me.  To feel almost helpless.  He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole.  I take a hit of poppers.  The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming.  I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me.
    We switch.  I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long.  My balls are screaming for release.  And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can.  In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling.  This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole.
    The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly.  I stand up and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my engorged cock pound into him.  Over and over.
    I do one more brief licking of his wet hole.  In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode…
    “Take it…” I grunt.  I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Comes to Play  May 1, 2024
  12. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—March, 2024
     
    In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex.  I took the fuck bench and the rimseat.  The Host was expecting a large group.  He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold.  Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up.  Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room…
     
    It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me.  A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans.  His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place.  He’s good.  In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs.  He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole.  I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing.  As is he…
    I go up the stairs.  To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat.  (The bench is downstairs in the living room.)  I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it.  He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head.  I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state.  I go over to him and he goes to his knees.  As he sucks me, I look around.  There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy.   Another man looks familiar.  He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. 
    The Black Top arrives from downstairs.  The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy.  The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump.  I get my man off his knees and onto the bed.  “All fours,” I bark out.  He does.  I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy.  I stand up.  The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump.  I slide into my man.  He’s tight.  And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. 
    Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy.  He manages to do just that.  He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks.   I begin to fuck.
    The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed.  The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him.  I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face.  He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. 
    Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host.  I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked.  But he wants Tatted Boy.  And gets him.  He slides into his hole and begins to rut.   The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us.  He is in the Cum Dump.  Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass.
    I stand to the side and stroke.  I want Tatted Boy.  I finally get Cum Dump.  I fuck him on all fours on the bed.  Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight.  I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek.  I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy.  I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done…
    *
    It’s an odd night.  I am fucking…but only between three asses:  Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked.  The party has divided.  Which I don’t like.  I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other.  But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch.  I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs.
    During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops.  No vers men at all.  I have never had to wait for a hole here.  But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn.  The men keep going downstairs for food.  I am left with Cum Dump.  And that’s a good thing.
    “I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs.
    I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole.  My bladder is full enough to piss.  “It will be strong,” I warn him.
    “So much the better.”
    I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth.  It takes time, but the piss begins to flow.  He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can.  He is terrific at taking it all.  Not a drop is spilled.  When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth.  I groan—but don’t swallow.  I point to the sling.  He hops in.  I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole.  He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing.  
    Then I fuck it deep into his guts…
    *
    I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy.  He agrees.  The three of us go upstairs.  “How do you want him?” Daddy asks.
    “On all fours would be great.  I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.”
    This excites Daddy.  Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself.  TB’s hole is wet and wonderful.  I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. 
    “Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole.
    I get under.  Tatted Boy sits.  Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass…
    *
    I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again.  “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me.  We start in the sling.  Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole.  He slobbers all over my ass.
    We move to the rimseat.  I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place.  I sit.  He hands me poppers and tells me to use them.  My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been.
    And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me.
    We go back to the sling.  I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass.
    “Breed me…”
    I fuck him.  Hard.
    “Give me your load!”
    I pick up the pace. 
    “Do anything you want to me, to get you off…”
    My hand comes down hard on his ass.  The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever-moving cock.
    “Fill me up…”
    My other hand finds his throat.  I squeeze.  Beginning to cut off his air.
    He nods and wheezes. 
    And I’m there.  I shoot spurt and spurt into him.  I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms   April 29, 2024
  13. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—April, 2024
     
    Teddy’s hot ass finally took me into a totally satiated place.  I did nothing sexual on that weekend.  On the next Wednesday I was supposed to entertain a regular in the playroom.  Instead of in my sling, he spent the afternoon at the hospital seeing to his wife.  How fast plans change…
    I did nothing that day, but I did go to the bookstore on Thursday afternoon.  A minor miracle occurred.  Read on…
     
    I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  But I am not sucking cock.  Mine is being serviced by a man on his knees in front of me.  We know each other from here.  I agreed the moment he asked.  He is a shorter white guy, rather doughy, but has incredible deep throat skills.  I remembered him as good, but the job he’s doing on my cock is amazing.
    He gags.  Intentionally.  His mouth fills with deep throat spittle.  His tongue covers my cock with it.  Some is dripping to the floor.  Some, into my pants and his sweatshirt sleeves as he’s holding onto my open fly.  He does this repeatedly.  My cock—and the floor—and incredibly wet.
    Now his right hand disappears.  He is jerking himself as he keeps impaling his throat on my rock-hard cock.  I idly wonder if he can get me off.  I am certainly closer to orgasm with these seven minutes of great oral sex than I usually am.
    But the moment I think it, I jinx it.  My orgasm recedes—and with a strangled moan he shoots his load all over the floor.  He slowly comes off my dick.  He lets his mouth drain to the side me, of all the excess spit and precum.  He stands up.  I lean forward and lick the tiniest pearl of cum emerging from his piss slit.
    He thanks me and takes off.  The floor beneath my legs looks like the bar in the middle of the piss party.  It’s wet everywhere.  I think about changing seats.  No one is going to want to kneel in this.  But I’m too late.  A slightly younger white guy asks to suck me.
    I nod and get out “The floor is kind of…” just as he kneels in the man’s puddle of spittle and cum.  After the terrific suck session, this guy is average at best.  I watch the video and let him suck.
    The door opens.  The Voyeur comes in.  I haven’t seen his handsome face for a couple of weeks.  He pulls out his long, thin dick and strokes to the head I am receiving.  He slaps my cheek a couple of times with his damp cock head.  I am willing to do more (as I am one of the men he lets suck him) but he is content to watch.
    My sucker tires fast, unused to having so much in his mouth.  And maybe distracted by the Voyeur.  He glances up at him, and rather listlessly continues on.  The Voyeur takes off, with a smile.  The guy of the floor calls a halt as the door shuts.  He gets up quickly. I notice the wet patches on his knees, darkening the light blue denim.  He takes off, perhaps in pursuit of the Voyeur.
    I stroke.
    The Voyeur comes back in.  We are now alone in the room.  He sits to the side, taking out his cock.  He nods to me.  He wants some head after all.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take him into my mouth and begin to suck.  His thin dick goes so easily down my throat.  Until, that is, I get to that last half inch.  He grabs my head and pushes me down.  I choke—just what he wants to hear.  He let’s me up for air, before he does it again.
    I rock back on my heels to catch my breath.  He stands up and pulls his pants and his shorts down.  They drop to his ankles.  He wants my mouth on his balls.  He loves them licked and nuzzled.  We’ve talked in the past that we are both guys with sizable cocks—and are thrilled when our cocksuckers include them in their ministrations.
    I lean in and begin to lick.  He has half a day’s worth of sweat on them. My cock drools at the heady aroma.  The black orbs pull up tighter, as my tongue bathes them.  He grabs the back of my head and holds me in place.  He jerks with his other hand.
    “Take it,” he murmurs.
    He releases me and I swallow his cock.  He erupts in my mouth—so deep in my throat I can’t taste him at all…
    *
    I am alone.  Stroking.  I am just back from checking the other theatre where there was a man my age who has no interest in anyone over 40.  So, I stroke.  And think about heading home to dinner.
    The door opens.  It is a young Black man, likely pushing 30.  He is tall and thin.  He wears a baseball cap with a logo I don’t recognize.  He stands next to me.  His eyes riveted on my cock.  He pulls his own out.  A nice seven incher.
    “Daddy, you need that sucked…”
    “I do.”
    He moves around.  I wonder if the floor is still wet—but he’s kneeling before I can say anything.  He flips the hat around so the brim is out of the way.  He holds my cock at the base.  For a long moment he just looks at it.  And then he swallows me down.
    “Fuuuuucccck…” I moan.
    His mouth is perfect.  I love men who have skills—and this guy is every bit as good as the guy (twice his age!) who started off my afternoon.  He makes little mewling sounds each time he bottoms out with my entire length lodged in his throat.
    I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations he is arousing in my cock.  His hand has gone from holding my dick to idly caressing my balls.  He suddenly comes off my dick and begins licking them.  I moan and tell him how much I love that.
    He pauses for a quick huff of poppers.  He silently offers it me, by holding it aloft, as his tongue gets back to work on my fragrant balls.
    And it works.  The moment the fumes hit me I begin to groan in earnest.  His tongue is under my sweaty nut sack, driving me wild.
    “I’m gonna shoot…”
    He instantly gobbles me down—and just in time.  He gets every drop of my cum.  I fire volley after volley deep into his throat as he moans out his approval…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Daddy, You Need that Sucked…”  April 25, 2024
  14. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—April, 2024
     
    The next day after my trip to Lansing with Muscle Ass, I was still wanting more sex.  Was there something in the water?  I haven’t had sex three days in a row for sometime now.  But I didn’t question it—I just went to the bookstore…
     
    I am in the cocksucker’s seat.  Men are milling.  A tall, thin man around my age comes in.  I’d seen him out in the parking lot.  He still sports his hair at its 1977 length.  He stands beside me and pulls out a tiny, flaccid dick.  He flogs it, desperate to get hard.
    “May I suck you?” he mumbles.
    I nod.  Almost immediately I regret it.  His style is to hold the head of my cock in his ovaled mouth and jerk my dick.  His hand is jerking me hard and is way too tight around the shaft.  I ask him politely to loosen his grip.  He grunts and eases up for about 30 seconds, then it’s right back to strangling my dick with his left hand.
    I ask him to stop.  He goes towards the front of the room and finds another man to manhandle.
    A much larger man, also my age, comes in.  He goes right to the floor.  He takes the tip of my cock into his mouth and licks.  It feels good after the mauling from the first man.  I wait for him to continue.  And wait.  My cockhead is held in place with his lips and his tongue never stops licking, but that’s the extent of his cock sucking. 
    I finally excuse myself and go next door to the gay theatre.  I watch and stroke along with two other men who are only interested in each other.  Finally, I go back to my first seat.  As I come in, I see that the tall, thin guy with the long hair is now hard and getting blown by the man he was manhandling when I left. I smile when I see that his hardon is from his own hand working itself up his now naked ass.
    I stroke.  I resign myself to a wasted trip.
    But all it takes is the door opening one more time.
    It’s Teddy.  The man from a few days ago who started our first meeting by crawling to me from the man he’d just got off and sucking my cock.  I ended up fucking him, using spectator’s cum for lube.  (If you haven’t read that entry, here’s the link.)
    Teddy comes right up to me.  He goes to his knees and swallows me down.  He is everything I missed in the other two men on my dick today—smooth, wet and inventive with his tongue.  He pulls off me only to lick my balls, remembering how much I liked it before.  He licks them individually.  Then lifts them gently to lick under them.  A careful sucking of them, individually, into his mouth.  And then back to lifting them and licking around my cockring once more.
    The scent of my ball sweat is intoxicating to him.  He stops occasionally to just inhale.
    “Can I pull your pants down?” he murmurs.  He doesn’t really wait for my answer.  He just tugs, while I raise my hips and they are down around my ankles in moments.  He leaves the semi-dirty jock in place.  He pulls it aside and licks from my cock ring all the way down my hairy perineum.  His tongue brushes the very top of my pucker, but doesn’t go there.  He licks back up to my balls, skipping them and slowly up my shaft.  He cleans all my precum off the head. 
    Then he does it all again, but in reverse.  Ending millimeters from my ass hole.  I toy with pushing his head down…but at that moment, he rocks back on his heels and says: “Fuck me.”
    “Yes.”
    He stands up and steps out of his shoes and pants, tossing them on another chair.  I bend him over the back of the seats in front of us.  I squat down and eat his ass for a moment.  He squirms—and his breathing becomes ragged.  I dig into his slightly open hole, though I find no evidence anyone else has been here today. 
    “Fuck me…” he pleads.
    I stand up and insert.  I glide home easily, bottoming out.  The long-haired guy from before watches, his hand still up his ass.  I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  With little mercy.  Just the way he showed me he liked it.
    The door opens.  A man in his 40’s who looks like he should be doing my taxes, steps in.  He instantly unzips as he sees the fuck in progress.  The guy is sporting a nice cock.  Hard and red.
    “You want his mouth?” I grunt out.
    “Sure.”
    He moves around and sticks his cock in Teddy’s mouth.  This is heaven for this pig.  Teddy slobbers on the new cock, but never forgets to work his ass around my cock.
    “Can I shoot in his mouth?”
    “Or you can fuck him…”
    “Naw, but I’d cum on his ass, if you want.”
    I grin and nod.  I think he knows what I want to do with his load.
    I slap Teddy’s ass.  It spasms and he squeezes down on me.  “Good, boy...” I grunt.
    “Come on, cocksucker,” the accountant commands.  “You have a great mouth—use it to get my load.”
    Teddy is in pig heaven.  He works both his holes, slurping on the cock in his mouth noisily. 
    “Shit, I’m gonna cum.  Right here…”
    And he does.  His knees buckle and he grabs Teddy’s shoulders.  You can see his hips shudder as he spews out his cum.
    “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.
    The guy pulls out of his mouth.  He smears the last drop of cum on Teddy’s cheek with his drooling dickhead before he pulls himself together.  I pull out of Teddy’s ass and lean over, my hand under his mouth.  He spits the guy’s jizz into it.
    “I’m coating my cock with your load, man…”
    The guy stops zipping up to watch my slimy cock enter Teddy’s ass.
    “Ah, fuck…” he moans.
    The two of us fucking love the glide of all that jizz.  I fuck happily, telling the guy how deep I’m plowing his load.
    I finally pull out and look at his hole.  It is ringed with cum.  I kneel and lick it all up.  I swallow some, but most I spit back into him.  I felch a little more before I feel my balls telling me they need to unload.
    I stand back up and fuck until my dick shoots some of my load into him.  No fireworks, just spitting cum into him.  I eat him again, jerking my cock harder.  This time, when I fuck, I have the full orgasm.  My load erupts, sending every nerve ending into overdrive.
    I collapse on his back and just hang on…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: One in His Mouth and Me in His Ass   April 23, 2024
  15. FelchingPisser
    Lansing—April, 2024
    The very next night, Muscle Ass and I met again.  We really wanted to play together in front of others—incorporating men into our play if they wanted to join us.  We talked about where that might happen.  I thought the nearest bathhouse would be incredibly dead on a Thursday night.  There would likely be only cocksuckers at the bookstore nearest us.  I suggested we go up to the bookstore that might as well be a bathhouse with the various playspaces they have.  And we might have horny college guys on a Thursday.
    So, off we went…
     
    The parking lot has a few cars.  We are hopeful.  We leave our coats in the car, go in and pay the admission.  This place is huge.  Muscle Ass follows me to the locker area.  We strip down.  I am wearing my boots, ripped jeans, and the shirt I usually wear to the bookstore—which has convenient button-down pockets filled with lube and poppers.  He has boots, a tight, thin shirt showing off his muscled chest and some shorts he can quickly step out of to get down to his jock.  I have brought a lock.  The key goes into the left button-down pocket.
    I give him the tour.  The gay area is chilly on this very cool April night.  That rules out the sling there.  (Though he likes the looks of the stocks next to it.)  I lead him back the way we came in and point out the sling in the corner, hidden by a half wall, as our likely fuck place.  There are two men in the room outside the sling area, stroking to three screens of porn.   We go down the ramp into the final area where there are glory holes, a slurp ramp and a farther room where there is a padded platform.
    Men are sparse. 
    We decide to go to the sling behind the half wall.  He strips down.  I unbutton my fly and get my cock out.  I want to be warmer more than I want to be naked.  Muscle Ass has stripped down to his jock and socks.  He kneels on the floor and takes me into his mouth.  I get hard fast—a combo of his excellent oral skills and the idea someone will soon be watching.
    And almost instantly there is a man here, leaning over the wall.  Nothing much to look at, but I invite him in.  He watches Muscle ass blow me.  He’s excited.  He takes out his cock and strokes.  He reaches out and gently squeezes my balls under MA’s chin.
    “Turn around,” I tell Muscle Ass.
    He leans against the half wall, jutting out that muscled ass towards me.  I go to my knees and begin rimming him.  The extra man goes to the floor.  First he plays with MA’s pouch, but then sucks me, at a very odd angle, as I rim.  The hole fully opens to my tongue.  He loves showing off, I think, as much as I do.
    “Get in the sling.”  He does and gets right out so we can adjust it to my height.
    “You gonna fuck him?” asks our spectator.
    I nod, and go to my knees, to rim just a little bit more (and grease up my cock.)  I suddenly stand up, surprising our spectator, and slap my cock on MA’s jock pouch.  He groans—and I push through his still puffy ass lips and begin to fuck.
    “Damn…” says the spectator.  He goes to his knees to watch, in close-up, my cock plunge in and out.
    I pull out and offer him my cock.  This makes him take off.  MA is more than willing to crane around and lick his ass juices off me.  I let him get me good and wet before I re-enter him and fuck…
    *
    We walk around a little.  A few more men have arrived.  We see two college guys who look like they go to the gym together—both sporting hugely muscled arms from their sleeveless shirts.  They go into a dark corner to suck cock.  We go to the padded table that is right next to them (though there is a wall separating us.)  I tell him to get on all fours so I can eat out his well-fucked ass.  He does.  And I slobber noisily into his loosened pucker.
    I rear up and fuck him.  Making noise, hoping the guys will be curious enough to at least take a look at us.  No such luck. I concentrate on fucking, though I hear one of the hot arm guys get off.
    Other men do wander by and watch us.  But no one wants a turn up his ass or even in his mouth.  I eventually pull out, kneel and revel in the ass juices seeping onto my tongue…
    *
    We sit in the big room, near the sling with the half wall.  We agree to split and see if we can ‘get into trouble’ on our own.  He disappears back towards the glory holes.  I stay where I am.  There is good bi-sexual porn right in front of me.  I take out my cock and stroke.
    A larger man, a decade of two younger than I, stops in his tracks as he’s about to pass me.  He comes over.  He is pleasant.  I like his smile and his shaved head is hot.  We chat.  He asks politely if he can suck my cock.  I nod and he goes down on me, just as Muscle Ass walks by.  He smirks and keeps going…
    *
    “Did you want to eat my ass?” I ask Muscle Ass when we next find each other.  He does.  We go back to the sling behind the low wall.  I strip out of my jeans, slipping the boots back on.  I am surprised—I am not instantly hard—even with his terrific tongue working my hole like crazy.  I realize I am not used to showing this side of myself in public—and the moment I think it, my cock says ‘what the fuck’ and hardens up.
    I see various men pass on the other side of the wall.  The shaved headed guy who sucked me watches for a time.  I keep hoping my dick will draw them in.  Nope.  Just voyeurs.
    When his knees get tired, we switch places.  We both think we should cut our losses and go.  But we both want me to load that muscle ass first.  I get to work with my tongue.  My already hard, dripping cock, stiffens completely.
    Muscle Ass is moaning.  I think he is kneading his cock through his jock.  I spit one more time into his hole.  I stand and enter.  Fuck, he’s squeezing me in welcome.  I fuck him hard, pull out and rim him again.
    I hear him popper up.  I do the same.  My head is swimming as my tongue works on automatic.  My cock tells me I need to get inside him.  Now.  I stand up.  I sink into his wet, very used hole.  In seconds I am unloading my cum. 
    Lots of it, he tells me as we get dressed…as it’s still dripping out of him…
    *
    While we didn’t get what we wanted, we both enjoyed our time there.  I wished that his trips to Michigan could include a weekend, but that is not likely to happen.  He really wants to see me fuck someone else—so I am sure we will do something like this again.  We both agreed we need to find a way to get the two of us to Chicago for some real fireworks.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass Gets in a Public Sling   April 20, 2024
  16. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—April, 2024
     
    Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days.  Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. 
    We met on a Wednesday.  We chatted a bit.  He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers.  Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers.  Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom…
     
    Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor.  As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling.  Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken.  The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me.  He feels very wet and hot.  His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum.  I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face.
    I let him come up for air.  He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.”
    I look at him.  “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” 
    He looks intrigued.
    “Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.”
    “That one.  Get in the sling.”
    I hop in.  I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups.  Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole.  No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum.  No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker.  He groans.  I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed.  His tongue is so deep, so fast.  I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels.   MA spits on my hole.  His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me.  He does it again and again.
    I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss.  It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue.  He groans again, and licks me clean.  He stands up, determined to hose me down.  But he’s hard.  Too hard.  He curses at himself.  I tell him to shut up and eat my ass…
    *
    Muscle Ass is now in the sling.  I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass.  I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts.  I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck.  His ass is wet and hot.  I begin to plow him. 
    “Fuck, yes!” he moans.
    I fuck harder yet.  Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock.  He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up.
    I fuck him again.  And again.  Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself.
    We switch to the bench.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side.  He watches me rim.  He sees me stand up.  Insert.  And plow.  He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle.  I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit.
    I pull out and bring my wet cock to him.  He cleans me.  “And my balls,” I remind him.  They are awash with ass jizz.  He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth.  I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested.  I fuck once more.  More cleaning.
    “I need to stretch.” 
    Muscle Ass gets up and does just that.  I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass.  “Still got to piss?”
    “Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.”
    I do.  I take a hit of my poppers.  And in moments I am being pissed on.  No, not just pissed on, but hosed down.   With a fucking fireman’s hose.  It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss.  My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock…
    And now he is on his knees, licking it all up.  He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too.  When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth.  It starts as I nice fluid swap.  But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues.
    He reluctantly breaks it.  The lured of licking my ass is too strong.  He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue.
    We kiss once more.
    And I tell him I need to fuck him.  It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls.  We change places.  I kneel on the very wet throw.  I open his hole once again with my tongue.  Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before.  I savor them.  They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool.
    I fuck him.  Long, hard strokes.  Making the chains sway.
    Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me.  Again and again.
    One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up.  I stand, his taste still on my tongue.  I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode.  Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him.
    My tongue soon finds it all…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss    April 18, 2024
  17. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—March, 2024
    I got a text from Braydon, the cubby younger man who loves taking loads and has developed a new passion for rimming me.  He wanted to meet.  I had a fairly open schedule.  He wanted some time for licking my ass, so he wondered if we should play at my place.  I thought that a good idea.  But we also both enjoy involving others in our fucking, so then he wondered if we should go to the bookstore.  I thought that was fine, too.
    In the end we did both.  We went to the bookstore that day—and made a date for the playroom in April.  Our bookstore adventure was on the last Friday of the month.  We met there just as a lunch crowd was beginning to thin…
     
    I go into the straight theatre.  I sit in the back row, in the cocksucker’s seat, though I guess I won’t be doing much of that today.  There are a few men sitting in front of me.  I pull out my dick.  Just as it is getting fully hard, Braydon comes in the door.  He goes right to the floor and starts giving me head.  It feels great.  I sit back and let him work on me.
    The door keeps opening.  Two different men, both who have sucked me in the past, step into the room and leave when they see my dick is already in use.  The door opens a third time.  It is a man I don’t know.  He is close to my age, much shorter, and rather handsome in an offbeat way.  He wears an ear piece and microphone.  He is happy to watch, leaning against the wall next to me.  His trousers tent.  Soon his dick comes out.  Short but fat.  He strokes.
    “Show him what you can do,” I tell Braydon.  He obediently crawls from between my legs to in front of the stroker.  The man allows Braydon to take his cock into his mouth.  He sighs as Braydon begins working his tongue all around that big cock head.  I go to the floor.  Braydon is on all fours.  His pants come down easily, revealing a jock and his hairy ass.  It is too low for me to rim his ass—so I just stick my cock into him.  The guy getting sucked loves the added visual, and, I imagine, my thrusting pushing Braydon deeper onto his dick.
    The sounds of our rutting fills the small room.  A guy from the front row comes back to watch and stroke.  He is thick set and younger than Braydon.  I watch him stroke his dick, a cock that is just a little shorter than mine.
    Braydon senses it, too.  Soon, he is going back and forth between the two men with his mouth as I fuck his ass. I fuck him until my knees are screaming for me to get up.  I pull out.  Braydon stands, still bent over, the younger guy back in his mouth.  I fuck him again.
    “That looks so hot,” murmurs the younger man.
    “You should try his hole.” 
    I don’t need to say anything else.  He’s ready.  I pull out and Braydon moves around to lean on the seatbacks of the chairs in front of us.   His ass ready.  The young man approaches.  His cock slaps Braydon’s butt cheek, then disappears into his hole.  “Fuck…” groans the guy.
    He begins to fuck.  It’s over almost instantly.  He groans and stops thrusting.  You can see each spurt of cum going into Braydon register on the young man’s face.  He slowly pulls out.  I am on my knees.  I lick the last drop off his cock head and thrust my face into Braydon’s ass crack.  As I felch the copious amount of cum, I hear the guy with the earpiece get off behind us.
    I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuck your load deeper,” I tell the young man, who is still standing there, as if in a trance.  I plow into the now slick hole.  It feels terrific.  I also notice that another man, who was sitting way down in front of us, has moved to a side seat so he can watch us.   I offer him Braydon’s mouth, but he just wants to watch.   I get a good look at him.  He is mid 40’s and a gym rat.  His arms are huge and veiny, his chest sculpted.  The t-shirt is so tight you see all the definition.  His cock is average, but very hard with the show in progress.
    I fuck in the cum and he strokes.  The door opens.  The shaved head guy who usually sucks me comes in and gives the muscle guy head.  I guess he doesn’t just want to watch after all.  He eventually stops the guy, who gets up, rather put out.  I go over.  I lean down and stroke his wet cock.  It erupts in my hand.  He watches me smear his load onto my cock.
    “You know where this is going…” I tell him as I walk back to Braydon.  I fuck a second big load of cum into Braydon’s greedy mancunt, as the guy who gave it, moans, kneading his wilted cock…
    *
     After a long felch, we take a break.  We go next door into the gay cinema.  It is empty.  Braydon sucks me and rims my hole.  I am in an awkward position, sitting on a chair with my ass tilted to give him access, with one leg up on a chair.  He licks my balls, my hole, my entire ass crack.
    The door keeps opening.  Men wander in, see what’s happening, and leave.  All cocksuckers—but none comfortable enough to come suck me as Braydon rims me.
    I finally call a halt.  I fuck Braydon, with him kneeling on a chair seat.  His ass is still creamy from the two loads earlier.  A man who I’ve fucked (and has joined Baydon and I in the past) comes in.  He is thickly built with a shaved head.  He sits and strokes to our fucking.
    We break.  Braydon goes to suck the other guy.  I sit and watch but just for a moment.  A young man comes in.  He knows me.  He comes over and says hello, with a slight foreign accent I can’t place.  He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t know what we did together.  He is likely mid 30’s, tallish and gangly. 
    He sucks my cock. 
    I suck his uncut one. 
    All while Braydon sucks the thick set guy.
    I stand.  I put our cocks together in my two hands and stroke them—so the undersides rub together, still coated with our spit.
    Braydon gets up off the floor and onto the chair seat, his ass looking inviting.
    “Do you fuck?” I ask the guy in my hand.
    “Do you want me to fuck him?” he asks.
    I lean in and whisper “Fuck him and breed his ass for me.  I want to eat your load out of him—and fuck in it.”
    He grins and pushes me gently out of the way.  He moves behind Braydon and slides into him.  The thickset guy gives Braydon his cock to suck.  I stand, stroking and waiting.
    The foreign sounding guy is a good top.  He fucks him with authority.  And longer than I expect.  Braydon is groaning around the dick in his mouth.  I walk around the three of them—so I can enjoy seeing Braydon used at both ends.
    And the guy in his ass erupts.  He shoots and shoots, holding onto Braydon’s hip.  He stays in him for a long time.  I kneel by the side.  He knows what I want—and he is just letting his cock calm down a little before he pulls out.  Finally, when he does, he sticks it in my mouth.  I clean him of his cum, mixed with the other two loads. and Braydon’s delicious ass juices.
    “Lick out his ass…” moans the guy, as he squirms in my mouth.  I leave his cock and bury my face in Braydon’s crack.  I slurp the mixed loads.  I push some back into him with my tongue.  I could felch him forever.  I make myself stand up and fuck.  I slide in.  His hole feels incredible with the three loads.
    I fuck him hard and fast.  I groan and in moments Braydon has four loads deep in his hole…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Using Braydon, the Cumslut   April 16, 2024
  18. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—March, 2024
     
    Out of the blue, Jamie sent me a text.  He was unexpectedly free; did I have time to play?  I did.  You’ve read about him here only occasionally as he lives some distance away and works a hard schedule.  He is also a reader of the blog.  He is the man who called me ‘the Hemingway of Porn,’ a title to which I strive to be worthy.
    He spent some time in the shower to freshen up after his long drive.  While he was doing that, I put on some fisting porn in the playroom and checked the coconut oil, which was melting in a bath of hot water in the kitchen sink.  Soon enough we were downstairs…
     
    I stand in front of the fuck bench.  I suggest he kneel in front of me and get my cock fully hard.  He pauses half a second, then goes to his knees before me.  He inhales the fragrance of sex and sweat from the jock.  He digs out my dick.  His mouth opens and he takes me in.  His head is enthusiastic, if not highly skilled.  Soon enough, I suggest we go to the sling. 
    I eat his damp hole.  It flowers open easily.  Faster than I expect, I am able to stand up and fuck.  I do my usual slow and long stroke to get his ass prepped.  I pull out.
    “Let me taste myself.”
    I move up to his head.  He licks my cock, grunting his approval of how his ass juices taste on my dick.  I go back to his ass.  I fuck him again, telling him his saliva is lubing him up.  Once again, I go to my knees, but I don’t rim him, I grab the black butt plug and grease it up with the coconut oil.  It glides easily into his hole, his ass lips snapping down around the narrow base.  I beat the heel of my hand on the toy.  Jamie loves the vibrations the toy gives off.
    I go back to my cock.  Another cleaning.
    This time when I return, I add the egg headed dildo.  And my cock.  First above the toy.  And then below.  Jamie groans, feeling full.  I come out.  The toy is worked out.  Jamie asks to lick it.  He happily tastes himself as I grease up my left hand.  I start with two fingers and quickly progress to three.  Now four.  The thumb curls into place on my palm and in I go.  Jamie groans and tells me to touch his second hole.  My middle finger toys with it, just getting through it.
    I go back to my dick.  But this time it is incased in the ass grommet.  I am twice my girth with it on.  Jamie takes it, groaning out his pleasure.  “So…full…” he murmurs.  I fuck him with this on my cock for a long time.  When I pull out, I go back to my hand in his ass—but this time, I grease up both so I can work in the left and slide the right in while the left is leaving his hole.  Over and over.  Now, I go deep without any prompting.  Jamie’s eyes glaze over as I move my finger around the rim of his second hole, occasionally pushing it through.
    The Ballistic Butt Bomb is greased up.  I love the coolness of the metal.  So does Jamie.  It makes him pant.  I work it deep, pull it almost all the way out, and work it in again.  “Let me taste it.”  I hold it up for him, the long handle letting me hold on to it as he licks the stainless steel.  When he’s done, it goes up his ass once more.
    *
    We take a break to get the blood flowing back into his legs, as they have been in the stirrups for some time now.  When we are back, I break out the curved dildo with ridges.  He takes the first five inches as if it were a breadstick.  But his eyes get wide and he groans at the ever-increasing girth at the base.  But he takes it all.  Every inch.  I pull it out slowly, and change the direction of the curve.  Now it is curving down.  He takes it.  I flip it once more, letting the entire length stay in his hole longer…giving him that major stretch.
    It's back to my hands.  One after the other.
    And the big toy with the handle.
    And another round of hands, culminating in stroking his prostate with the big curved dildo.
    His hole is tiring.  He asks for the Ballistic Butt Bomb again.   I am happy to comply.
    “I would love your load,” he moans, as I work the stainless steel in and out of his hole. 
    I suddenly stand up.  I insert the Butt Bomb—and then my cock along the thin shaft.  This is new.  I’ve never tried it—but I like it.  I fuck along the slender shaft, my fat cock head plowing into the massive stainless head of the toy.
    And it works.  Suddenly I am shooting my load all over the head of the Butt Bomb.  I can feel it dripping off it, back onto my dick and then into his ass.  It’s a great mind fuck.
    When I can move again, I pull myself out.  And then work out the Butt Bomb.  I give it to his greedy mouth to lick clean…
    *
    “You know,” he says as I help him out of the sling.  “I have never had a man’s cock in my mouth until today.  Or tasted my ass on it.  I did it for you.”
    “Did you like?”
    Jamie just nods and laughs…
     
    The original post is here (with pics):  From My Side of the Sling: Jamie Gets Stretched and Filled   April 14, 2025
  19. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—March, 2024
    You never know. 
    I have made that statement over and over on this blog.  If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will.  Half the fun.  And the frustration. 
    On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better…
     
    I go into the straight side.  I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn at home.  I sit to the side.  A cub on the edge of turning into a bear is on his knees giving head across the aisle from me.  I watch him work.  He is totally committed to cock.  The cock he wants to explode deep in his throat.  The guy he is sucking is likely older than I am, with a nice, slightly curved dick.  I watch the cub finally pull off the dick and nuzzle the hairy balls sticking out of the guy’s fly.  The groan from the man being licked is sexier than anything on the screen.
    A guy I have fucked in the past comes in.  He makes a bee line to me.  He goes right to his knees and starts sucking without even checking in as to whether I want him to do so.  It feels good, but he’s using his hand way more than his mouth.  I ask him to stop with the fist.  He sighs.  He does it, begrudgingly.  I sigh, too.  But in contentment.  It feels much better now without his rough palm wrapped around my cock.  And the cub across the aisle is back to sucking cock, giving me additional visual stimulation.
    “Fuck me?”  My guy pulls off my cock and looks up at me.  It’s not really a question, more of a demand.
    I have been sitting here for all of three and a half minutes.  I tell him I will be happy to fuck him a little later.  He goes back to my dick, but without as much energy now.
    The cub across the way gets the load.  The man he’s doing can’t stop panting and grunting out his pleasure.  This makes my guy stop sucking.  He stands up to watch.  His thick dick, that he’s been stroking as he sucked, is right at face level for me.  I give him some reciprocal head.
    In moments I feel a hot mouth on my cock.  I glance down.  The cub has crawled from the wilted dick of the guy who just shot, over to my cock.  He engulfs it as I continue to suck.  This attracts the cross-dressing Latino and an older Mexican.  They come over and start working the nipples of the handsome man in my mouth.  Soon the Mexican cradles his balls with his weathered hands.  He pulls them gently, and the cock comes out of my mouth for him to stroke.  I relax and really pay attention to the mouth on my own dick.
    This guy was born to suck dick.  He’s great.  The wetness, the suction, the instinctual awareness of pleasure points.  I give him my full attention.  He is jerking himself as he sucks—but it is never about his needs—it’s really all about whoever is in his mouth.
    “I’m going to shoot,” says the good-looking guy standing next to me.  The hand job has been too much.
    “In my hand,” grunts the Mexican, but the guy has other ideas.  He turns and feeds it to me.  The sound of his orgasm, makes my sucker look up at what is happening. 
    He stops sucking.  He stands up and drops his pants.  “Fuck me!”  He turns, showing me his pale, full butt cheeks. 
    I stand up and spit the mouthful of cum into my hand.  “I’m using his cum for lube.”  I coat my cock with it.  The Cub groans out a ‘Yes!’  The two Latinos watch, jerking their own cocks.  The guy who gave me the load stops zipping up to watch me fuck with his sperm.
    “Stick that slimy cock in him,” says the older Mexican with his thick accent.
    My cock head finds the cub’s pucker.  It slips into him easily.  He groans at the slickness of the handmade lube.  I am all the way inside him in one thrust.  My hips have a mind of the their own.  I am thrusting hard and fast from the very first.  The cub staggers a little.  I grab his hips.  The cross-dressing Latino moves in front of him so he can grab on to him for balance.  I fuck into him like a man possessed. 
    And he’s loving it.  “Use me.  Fuck me hard, Daddy…”
    I will myself to slow down.  But I can’t.  Not at first, but I finally do.  I pull out.  Cum is dripping from his ass.
    “Look at that,” says the Mexican.
    I go to my knees.  I begin licking up the cum.  I catch the drip that is clinging to his ass crack hair just before it falls.  I lick up his whole crack.  I dig my tongue into his hole.
    The Mexican is now talking filth in Spanish to the other Latino.  I get the sense that he’s never seen a man felch before.  I slurp loudly and moan, as I swallow some of the load that had already been in my mouth before it coated his ass.
    I keep licking until the Mexican touches my shoulder.  “I fuck.”
    I pull away, my beard coated in cum.  The Mexican moves into place.  His small dick grazes the wet, hairy ass crack.  He shoots before he can get inside.  He instantly pulls away.  Still on my knees, I move back to licking his ass—but now I’m reverse felching.  I am sticking the Mexican’s cum up the cub with my tongue.  He can feel what I’m doing.  He groans.  “Fuck that cum into me.  Deep.”
    I can barely tear myself away from licking his cummy ass.  Eventually, I stand.  I smear my cock with what cum is still clinging to his hairy crack.  And I fuck it into him.
    “Fuck!”  I groan.  It’s like I’ve used a multi load devil’s dick on him, he is so full.  He is awash with seed.
    I fuck.  The room fills with the squishy sound his ass makes with each of my thrusts.  Over and over.  I fuck him hard.
    I have a quick felch break—and I know I’m going to load him.  Never mind that I have only been here for 20 minutes.  It’s not going to get any better today.
    “You want my load?”  I am panting, rearing up, my face covered in the escaping cum.  My cock plows into him before he can answer.
    “Yes, Sir,” he grunts out in rhythm with my thrusts.  “All that you have.”
    My hand comes up to my beard.  I coat my fingertips and put them in my mouth.  And I’m there.  I shoot, stream after stream, into him.  At least three volleys.  Maybe four.  And a dribble.  All inside.  I collapse on his back, holding him along with the Latino.
    After what seems like an eternity, I slip my cock out of him…and go to my knees…
    “Don’t worry,” I tell him.  “I’ll leave enough inside you for the next guy to use…”
    *
    We talked after.  He gave me a name and number.  Teddy will be back in these pages.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Only 25 Minutes...and so much cum...   April 10, 2024
  20. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—March, 2024
     
    My dick wouldn’t lie down. 
    Why else would I go to the bookstore the very next night?  
     
    The parking lot is near empty.  It’s a Saturday night.  This place, before Covid, used to be packed at this time.  I go in anyways. 
    I am alone in the straight theatre.  Jerking, rather contentedly.  The door opens.  It is the Minute Man.  The man who cums in under a minute, usually the moment he puts his dick in my mouth.  He nods, unzips, huffs poppers and offers me his cock.  I count.  32 seconds of my tongue moving over his cock head.  And splat.  He zips up.  Contented.  And leaves.
    Two guys come in.  Not for play.  Just to watch the movie.
    The door opens.  A tall man, all in black comes in.  He stands against the back wall.  He unzips.  His cock is nice.  Meaty.  He sighs as I take him in my mouth.  He is hardening nicely.  He opens his poppers and takes a huff.  Instantly his cock goes down.  I work it back up.  It’s a slow process.  But he’s now hard once more.  He huffs.  His cock wilts.
    Over and over.  He’s getting impatient…but won’t keep the bottle away from his nose.  Finally, he stomps out to try someone else in the arcade.  But he’s back soon enough.  Still huffing.  Still wilting. 
    He goes off again.  And comes back.  Now he’s angry.  I ignore him.  He strokes himself hard.  Huffs.  And wilts.  All on his own.  And he still doesn’t make the connection.  He stomps off, slamming the door.
    *
    And that was my entire night. 
    Ugh…
     
    Near Home—March, 2024
    I waited until the next Thursday before I tried again.  In the afternoon.   
    There are lots of men around.  At first.  I have to sit to the side in the straight theatre, as the Sleeper is in the cocksucker’s seat.  When he wakes and leaves for next door, I grab the back bench.  Almost immediately, fresh meat walks in.  He is nicely built, white, in his late-30’s.  He looks like he would be more at home pushing a baby stroller than in a room of men watching porn.  He stands next to me.  He takes out a nicely plumped cock.  Seconds later, he unbuttons the waist band of his jeans and pushes them down to his knees.  He shows me his hardening cock.   Then he turns and shows me his plump, hairless ass.  I cup the cheeks with both hands.  He sighs.  I spread them apart.  My finger grazes his hole.  He moans.  I spit on my middle finger and push it into him.  Gingerly.  He groans and strokes faster.  I pull it out and squirt some lube on my finger.
    “Not too much lube,” he tells me. 
    Really?
    I work it into him and he strokes his cock.  A second finger joins it.  I pull out of him.  It’s an awkward angle with me sitting on the bench.  I go to my knees.  He stands in front of me, ass in my face.   I turn his hips.  His cock brushes my beard.  I take him in my mouth at the same moment my fingers go back up him.
    He is very happy, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to cum.  But the door opens and it spooks him.  He turns away, pulls up his jeans and takes off.
    It’s a Grizzly Adams-type of bear with a full beard.  He pulls a chair from the side wall and plonks it down next to me.  He undoes his button fly and his hand disappears inside.  The young daddy comes back.  He shows his bare ass to Grizzly Adams, just like he did me.  But Grizzly won’t suck him—just finger him.
    “Suck me?”  ask GA.
    “No way,” says the other.
    GA now has no use for him.   The young daddy disappears.
    “You want my load?” GA asks.  The fingering must really have gotten to him.  I go to my knees and take the rather bitter cum…
    *
    There is still no one who wants to suck my cock.  No one.  I have gone to the gay cinema.  Some action is happening, but not for me.  I wait.  I get tired of waiting and go next door again.  The place is fuller now.  And a woman is sitting in the middle row, against the wall.  I find a seat across from her.  Nope, it’s a cross dresser.  A good one. 
    As I watch, one of the men who looked in disdain at my cock earlier, comes down and sits next to the CD.  He plays under the short skirt with his left hand.  Soon he goes to his knees to suck a larger than average dick that must have been freed from its panties.  The guy strokes himself as he sucks.  He cums on the floor.  The CD tucks his dick away.  The guy, without wiping up, shoves it in his pants and leaves.
    Another man, who has sucked me in the past, ignores me and sits next to the CD.  He strokes himself off, holding the wet cock of the CD in his other hand.  A second load of cum hits the floor.
     He leaves, too.  The CD has eyes for me.  He gets up, arching an eyebrow in my direction, showing off his seven incher to me.  I shake my head and he galumphs out the door.  A number of men follow—and I can grab the cocksucker’s seat again.
    I stroke.  I consider leaving.
    The door opens and Cute Boy with Glasses comes in.  He looks right past me in the gloom and sits way down front.  The door opens again.  It is a man my age with a beautifully long, white beard.  He is a regular.  I don’t talk about him much as he is a cocksucker that, according to rumor, is only interested in doing a man once, so he is always on the lookout for new meat.  If he is in the room with me, he does like to see me fuck, but he has never touched my dick.  And as I suck cock as well, I am competition. 
    He sits right next to Cute Boy with Glasses.  In moments, he is out of sight, on his knees in front of CBWG.  I watch the young man roll his head back in pleasure.  I am sure the sucker has skills, for I’ve seen him work on others in the past.
    Now he has CBWG stand up.  The young man nods and bends over the back of the chair in front of him.  Bearded guy is eating his ass.  My tongue so wants to be back in that hole…
    This is not my night.  Until it is.  As Cute Boy with Glasses stands back up, he turns and sees me for the first time.  He turns back, thanks the bearded guy and, grabbing his clothes, comes back to me.  He sits next to me and grins.  Bearded guy leaves the room.
    He jerks on my cock for a moment.  “Suck my cock,” he whispers in my ear. 
    I go to the floor and do just that.  He is precuming like crazy.  I swirl it around his cockhead and swallow it all down.
    I pull off him.  “Let me eat your ass.”
    He bends for me.  I lick and slobber over his hole, stroking his cock as I do it.  All the while I keep thinking about finally getting my dick all the way in him.  He’s stopped me both times at the halfway point.
    “You should try fucking me again.”  The words sound loud in the now deserted room.
    I spit one last time on his now less tight pucker.  I stand up.  He stays bent over.  I lube up.  My wet cockhead pushes into him.  He gasps.  I work maybe two inches into him.
    He squirms away, dislodging my cock.  He grasps it by the shaft as his own cock explodes all over the seats in front of us…
    *
    I left after we cleaned up.  I went out the main door to the parking lot.  The bearded guy was doing what he often does here.  He was sitting in his car, window down on this warm March day, watching for men he didn’t know to follow them inside. 
    I had to pass him.
    “Sorry,” I said, with a slightly crooked grin.
    Fortunately, he laughed and gave me a thumbs up…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Good Things Come/Cum to Those...     April 8, 2024
  21. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—March, 2024
     
    Fucking Keshawn was explosively fun.  So much so, that I was still horned from it the next day.  And I knew a trip to the bookstore wasn’t likely to give me what I really wanted:  more ass.  I looked a little online, but nowadays I really like to go where there are men looking.  I decided to go to the bathhouse.  I’d had a good time on a Friday night the last time with Osvaldo, so off I went right after dinner…
    I check in.  A younger attendant is on duty tonight.  We chat a little as he finds me a towel.  I change at my locker.  Jock, boots and wristband, with the towel hung over my shoulder.  I do the tour.  It feels like it is a more relaxed energy in the place tonight.  It is not as crowded, but there are men.  And they are looking.
    I open the sauna door and go in.  A balding man around my age is here, sitting on the lower bench.  We nod as I throw my towel on the higher bench and sit down on it.  I think that he may be one of the men who gave me head in the sauna the last time I was here.  Whether he is the same guy or not, he is on my dick the moment I get settled.  He’s good.  Very wet and no scraping of teeth.  He moans each time he takes my full length down his throat.
    He pulls off me, looks at my wet dick and offers me his ass.
    “I just walked in.  I will find you a little later for that.”  I am getting pretty warm from the dry heat, so I nod to him once more and take off.  I shut the door—and sex is happening right outside the sauna.  A young Black man is bent over a stool.  He is being fingered by white man my age.  Another younger man, white, is jerking to it.  And the fourth man is the Italianate man who checked me in. 
    The young man, bent over and getting probed, is not comfortable.  The attendant suggests we all move to the sling.  I go along.  The attendant gets him in and puts one ankle in the stirrup.  I do the other—making the attendant smile at me once more.
    “Oh, fuck…” the guy in the sling groans.
    I can really see him for the first time.  He has a great shock of unruly black curls.  And his chest is a field of tightly corkscrewed hair.  He is lithe and slim with a nice size cock. At the moment it is just hardening up.
    “Who’s going first?” asks the older man.
    “Go ahead,” says the attendant.  “You seem ready.”
    And he is, with a condom rolled over his smaller than average dick.  I offer lube.  The guy covers the latex and pushes into the bottom, in one push.  The young man groans, not in pleasure.  It’s too much too fast, but the older guy just keeps on fucking.
    He pulls out.  The young man goes next.  Also condomed.  The way he interacts with the older man suggests they are a couple.  His dick is a regulation six incher.  Bigger than his daddy.  He fucks the young man, but more because it’s expected of him than for any real enjoyment.  He pulls out.
    “Do you want a condom on me?” asks the attendant.
    The young man in the sling, now fully erect and stroking, shakes his head.   The attendant also borrows my lube.  He has a great dick, over seven inches.  The young man gasps as it goes in.  He closes his eyes and jerks faster and faster.  The attendant gives the young man a great fuck.  He pulls out.  He turns to me.  And sees my dick, fully erect, for the first time.
    “This guy’s even bigger,” he tells the bottom.
    I go to my knees and begin licking the fucked hole of the young man.  It’s just as hairy as his chest.  I am in heaven.  The young man is squirming.  The attendant slaps his cock on the young man’s chest.  I hear the wet thud as I keep fucking him with my tongue.  “Eat that ass,” he says.
    I stand up.  It’s a blessing we have fucked him in ever increasing cock size.  He groans as I worm my way in.  He’s damn tight.  But his ass instinctively opens for the invader.  I fuck him slow and evenly.  He strokes faster.  I watch his face register every thrust of my cock.  His eyes roll up.  I am afraid he’s going to cum, so I pull out.  The attendant comes around for round two.  The couple wanders off.  I have a very straight looking young daddy type on his knees waiting for me.  He cleans my cock, groaning at all the ass juices his tongue finds.
    The attendant sinks into the young man.  It’s all over.  Cum is covering his hairy chest, clinging to the curls.  The two of them leave as I continue to let the handsome young daddy clean my cock…
    *
    I go find sauna guy.  He’s still there.  I fuck him for the first time tonight.  Until it gets just too warm in there.  He loses points when I pull out and he doesn’t clean my dick…
    I wander.  The rooms all have doors closed.  I can hear sex happening behind some of them.
    I find an attractive older man jerking, watching porn.  We jerk together.  But he has no interest in anything more.
    I wander.
    Back at the sling a guy in his late 30’s is in the sling.  White, with a shaved head and a nice toned body.  His long, thin dick is rock hard.   I eat his ass.  I fuck him.  We have a nice connection.  He loves my raw cock and asks me repeatedly for my load.  I tell him that needs to come later.  I pull out.  He cranes around the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my dick.  I let him slobber on it and then fuck him again. 
    He cleans me up once more and asks for a break.  While it is said in banter, I tell him I will load him in an hour’s time.  He grins…
    *
    I find a man who recognizes me from a party so long ago that I remember no details. (15 years before the blog.)  He sucks me in an odd way, pursing his lips, barely taking me into his mouth.  Then he turns around and sits on me.  But he is not clean—I can tell it the moment he starts moving up and down my shaft.  I sigh, disengage and stalk off to the restroom…
    *
    I see shaved head guy, who I promised to breed.  It’s close to time and things are winding down.  But he has attached himself to a cute cross dresser.  They go off to his room.  On a later walk around, I hear through the door that long thin dick of his put to good use.
    I find my first cocksucker now on the fuck bench.  I sink into him again.  This is much nicer.  He’s supported by the bench and we aren’t baking in the sauna.  I pull out.  He whirls around and cleans my cock.  Good man, I think.  It makes me go to my knees and eat out his hole.  Fuck, why haven’t I done this to him before?  His ass lips are puffy and luscious to suck on.  He groans and mumbles as I tongue him.  I can’t be sure, but I think he’s loaded.
    I stand up and fuck him again.  Hoping to see if I can pull out some cum for him to lick up.  He hangs onto the bench.  I love that he doesn’t need poppers to take the pounding I am giving him.  I pull out.  Another hot session of ATM.  I lick his even puffier asshole again.
    “Fuck me.  Harder…” he grunts out.
    “If I do, I’ll cum in your ass.”
    He moans.  I enter him.  Roughly.  I begin a fast fuck.
    “You want my load?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes…?” I leave it hanging.
    “Yes, Sir! I want your load, Sir!”
    And that does it.  I shoot.  Rope and rope of jizz into his ass.  I stay in there a long time, marinating in my cum.  Slowly, I pull out.  Careful not to bring it all out with me.  He spins to clean.
    “Balls first.” 
    He licks them, lovingly, savoring the juices slopped on them.  My cock calms down.  I move my hand to indicate he can now clean my dick.  He takes me, ever so carefully into his mouth.  My full, softening, length, licking every inch clean...
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Friday: Hot Mouths and Hairy Asses   April 6, 2024
  22. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—March, 2024
     
    Keshawn and I had not seen each other since I had a gig near his home, back in the early fall.  We kicked around several ideas of another meet, but nothing fit both of our busy schedules.  I got a text at the beginning of March asking if I could play during the day.  I could, but I didn’t have the time for the round-trip travel down to him as my gig was each evening that month.  No problem, he would come up to me.
    So right in the middle of the month, he arrived, looking good and horny as fuck.  He used my shower to prepare after his almost three hours in the car.  I found some Skynmen porn and put it on the big screen television.  I melted some coconut oil.  In no time, we were naked in the playroom…
     
    Keshawn is so ready for my dick.  He climbs right into place on the fuck bench.  There is no thought at all of warming me up with his mouth.  And that’s just fine.  I am rock hard looking at his full ass cheeks.  I go to my knees, pull them apart and my tongue spears into his warm pucker.  He gasps—and then begins to pant.  I lick and spit and poke my saliva deep inside him.  I smear the coconut oil all over my cock as I eat him out.
    I stand up.  My dripping cock head slaps against his hole.  I hear him popper up.  I push in.  Damn, he’s tight today.  I tell him so—and how good it feels.  He tells me it’s been a while since he took cock.  I am already fucking him with deep, long strokes.  I can’t help it.  My hairy pubes are grinding against him as he takes my full length with each thrust.
    I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  Keshawn loves the taste of his own ass.  He sucks me clean, spending some time on my balls, too, where the coconut oil and ass jizz have pooled.  I go back.  I don’t bother to re-lube, I slide back in with his spit on my dick.  His face is focused on the mirror on the side wall, that reflects his ass being hammered by my cock.
    I slap his butt.  Hard.  Making his ass contract around my cock.  He groans.  I moan out how good he feels, gripping my cock.  I slow the fuck down.  Each.  Stroke.  Deliberate.  And hard.
    Keshawn groans again and tells me to fuck him faster.  I do.  Repeatedly.
    Another session of sweet ATM.  He licks me clean, swallowing down his ass jizz.  His tongue can’t stay out of my piss slit.
    One more round of fucking before he gets up to stretch his legs.  Now he kneels in front of me and gives me the kind of cocksucking that usually starts our sessions.  He leaves me dripping with precum and his spit, before climbing into the sling.
    I return the favor by kneeling and tonguing his well fuck hole.  His ass lips are beginning to puff up.  I spend a lot of time sucking them into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue.
    “Fuck...” he groans.  I hear the poppers open.  The sniff for both nostrils.  The cap going back on.  I time it to stand up and enter him just as the fumes take hold.  It’s a chain rattling fuck.  I don’t know what is making me fuck him so hard today.  My hips have a mind of their own. 
    He is jerking his own massive cock now.  I bat his hand away at least twice.  I don’t want this to end too soon with him shooting.
    I pull out and go to my knees.  His ass is oozing coconut oil, looking just like a big cum load leaking out of him.  I tell him so, before my tongue cleans it all up.
    I fuck him again.  His eyes are on the mirror above.  He hand is on his cock, jerking it and squeezing the head.  Still inside him, I can bend over the lick up the precum he squeezes out of his long cock.  He shudders and takes his hand off it.  I drill into him faster and faster.
    I need a moment after this fuck.  I pull out.  I sit on the bed, catching my breath.  I’m aware of Jake Morgan taking dick on the television—but I’m not really watching.  I can’t take my eyes off Keshawn’s wet ass. 
    I kneel before it.  I pull the full cheeks apart once more.  I worm my tongue is as deep as it can go.  Keshawn moans out something about how good it feels.  I keep going, lubing my cock all the while.
    I stand up and fuck.  His hand is all over his own dick.  It takes no more than a dozen strokes of my cock before he fires off a big load all over his abs and chest with an “Argh!!”  My hand goes from holding the top bar of the sling frame down to mopping up his jizz with it.
    “You know I’m going to fuck this into you…”
    Keshawn whimpers.  I know I can keep going for a bit—but I will need to stop soon if I can’t get off, too.
    My cock is covered with his cum.  I push it into his hole that started so tight and is now a mancunt.  I hit the poppers myself and begin to fuck in the slippery mess of his ass.  In seconds, I am close, it feels so wet and sloppy.  And slippery.  My cock loves fucking in load…
    And I’m there.  I fire off round and round.  Mixing my cum with his jizz deep inside…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fucking a Load Out of Keshawn   April 4, 2024
  23. FelchingPisser
    Lansing—March, 2024
    After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more.  A lot more.  The next day was Saturday.  I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time.  I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore.  I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon…
     
    I am sitting watching porn.  Stroking.  I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock.  I have made a tour of the place before I settled.  There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner.  There are glory holes.  And a slurp ramp.  Porn is playing everywhere.  (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.)  Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass.  It is just around the corner from the dark room. 
    I stroke.
    A man around my age, enters.  His shirt unbuttoned.  He sinks to his knees in front of me.  He gives me head.  Sort of.  No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth.  I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him.  Nothing.  I excuse myself and go for a walk.
    Men are scattered everywhere.  The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is.  I go behind the slurp ramp.  A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes.  I walk past and mount the platform.  I stick my cock through the opening.  I wait.  I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn.
    I make another circuit.  A young Latin is watching gay porn.  He is stroking a long, thin dick.  He nods at me.  I go over.  And go to my knees.  I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move.  He groans at my tongue work.  He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder.  I come up for air.
    “Let me…” he whispers.
    I stand.  The guy is amazing.  I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root.  Repeatedly.  No teeth.  Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time.  And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air.
    He takes me to the root again.  There is now a spectator, jerking to our action.  I let the young Latin do his thing.  As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head.  I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him.  I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself.  I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it.  Amazing.
    Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  He is panting.  “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers.  I hope I’m around when he wants to…
    “That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform.  He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. 
    “You want some of this?”
    “Yeah, but in my ass.”
    He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt.  I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout…
    *
    I walk around.  Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling.  It’s occupied.  The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down.  His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest.  He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym.  I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole.
    “Jeez…” he moans.  “Fuck me…”
    I stand up.  His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack.  I go back to rimming.  Soon he is begging for my cock.  I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all.  He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it.  All of it.  Ramming in to him again and again.  “Fuck me harder,” he moans.  “Use me like the whore I am.”
    Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch.  One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp.  Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself.  Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking.
    “You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy.
    “You bet.”
    I step to the side.  The new cock slides in.  It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony.  I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking.
    “This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants.  “And didn’t think I’d get…”
    “Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it.  I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole.  I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom.  The hot guy comes to the side of the sling.  He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle.
    “You want his hole?”  I ask.
    He shakes his head. 
    He watches me fuck a little more.  “Yeah, I do.”
    I pull out.  Hot Guy pushes in.  “Damn, he’s wet.” 
    I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom.  Hot Guy pulls out very fast.  He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face.  I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick.  I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head.  I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him.  My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him.  The bottom groans.  The Black top jerks faster.  I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs.
    “Let me fuck in that hole again.”
    I make way.  Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now.  He fucks him harder yet.
    I’m there to clean his cock.
    And fuck.
    This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch.  We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again.
    “I need a break,” moans the bottom.  We get him out to stretch.  There is a waist high bondage table behind us.  He bends over it. I fuck him again.
    “Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top.
    I am close enough to think it’s possible.  I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm.  I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn.  Black Top fucks him briefly.  I can’t tell if he shoots or not.  From the look on his face, I think he has.
    The bottom goes to the locker area.  Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other.  And we kiss, sharing those juices.  It’s electric.  We both feel it.
    I lose track of time.  I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth.  Finally, I have to come up for air.  “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear.  “Would you let me eat your ass?”
    He looks at me in silence.  Fuck, have I ruined it?  Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall.  He gets naked and hops in the sling.  I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are.  I go to my knees.  The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating.
    He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want.  I lick up his sweat.  I share it with him by kissing him deeply.  He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. 
    I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock.  Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on.
    “Come here.”
    I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling.  He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us.  It’s hot.  As fuck. 
    When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together.  Certainly, no way to top it.  He gets dressed and we kiss again.
    We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment.  He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Taking Turns at the Sling   April 2, 2024
  24. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—March, 2024
     
    You just never know.  When you are visiting a bathhouse or bookstore you can never predict what is going to happen. Who will be there?  Will they want to play?  It can be part of the fun, when things work in your favor, or it can be a frustrating waste of time.  (But I would still rather go where men are lurking then sit at my computer and try to lure them into playing.)
    I had been doing a lot of fucking with Muscle Ass and at the small group up in Grand Rapids.  Now I really wanted to watch some porn while a good cock sucker made my dick happy.  Friday afternoon at the bookstore had usually proven to be a pretty busy time to go.  So I went, early in March, to get some wet action for my dick…
     
    The parking lot is all but empty.  I think about turning around and going home.  I decide to go in.  I chat with the clerk, piss and go into the straight theatre.  One man is here.  Way down front, kneading his crotch to the porn: very large Black men are fucking very petite white women.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat and pull out my hardening cock.  There is a terrifically loud moaning from the woman on the screen.   The guy pulls out and literally covers her with cum.  The guy watching in front of me, lets out a sound every bit as loud.  I am sure he just shot in his underwear.  He gets up, rather gingerly, and leaves, never to be seen again.
    I stroke.  The Latin guy who always wants to get fucked, but won’t clean out, comes in.  He lingers for a time, baring his ass and fingering himself.  He finally goes over to the gay theatre when I don’t make a move.
    I stroke.
    And stroke.  I think about checking out the other space, but stay where I am.  I am enjoying the porn—it is good and raunchy.  And the cum shots are not always the usual facials of straight porn.  And I do love cum dripping out of holes…
    The door opens.  A white man, in his mid-30’s, comes in.  He stands by the door letting his eyes adjust.  He finds the back wall. carefully, leaning against it.  Only then does he turn and fully see me, hard cock in hand.  He quickly looks to the screen.  But the pull is too great, he turns again.
    “Do you want a mouth on that?”
    “Please.”
    He moves in front of me and kneels.  He’s a good-looking guy.  He tosses his coat and the knit cap from his head over the back of the seats in front of us.  He is medium height and has a muscular torso under a tight flannel shirt and a shaved head.  He unzips and takes out his cock.  I only hear him do that, he is too close to me to see it.  He bends and inhales my crotch. 
    He sighs.  “You smell damn good,” he murmurs.  And then his tongue finds my balls.  I reach for my cock again and stroke as he as tongues my hairy sack.  He is reverently licking each in turn, never trying to Hoover them into his mouth.  I let go and he works his way up my shaft.  He murmurs again as his tongue finds my slick slit.  He licks me clean.  Only then does he oval up and sink down on my shaft.
    I let out a sigh.  This guy is just what I was hoping for.  He’s in no hurry for the pay off.  He is right where he wants to be, tonguing and sucking and deep throating my cock.  I hear him beating his meat.  I only hope he doesn’t get off too soon.
    He looks up at me.  “I need to stand for a minute.”  He does.  I can’t help but notice his thick, hooded cock.  He stretches and goes right back down on his knees.  His mouth engulfs me.  I stand up, my dick never leaving his mouth.  I grab the sides of his head and begin thrusting into his face.  He grunts his approval.  And the hand on his cock strokes it faster.  I slow the tempo of the face fuck.  Finally, to a complete halt.  He pulls off me and pants.
    “Fuck, that’s hot…” he murmurs.
    I sit down.  “Go back to my balls.”
    He nods.  He hunkers down.  There is so much spit in his mouth now after the face fuck, he is just coating them with saliva.  It feels great.  And he keeps murmuring his approval.  “So good…they taste so good…”
    He works back up my dick once more.  He is one of those effortless deep throaters.  A natural.  But he’s tiring.  I can tell.  He reluctantly pulls off me for air. 
    “Do you mind if I take a little break?”
    I don’t.  We chat, as we sit side by side, both stroking to the porn.  He likes the big dicks—and how messy the women get servicing them.
    I surprise him by going to my knees and taking his hooded cock into my mouth.  “Oh, fuck…” he groans.  The moment I do it I know he’s going to shoot.  He has terrific stamina when he’s giving head—and none when the roles are reversed.  “Swallow my load…” he murmurs…and his cock spews out a copious thick wad of jizz.  I swirl it around my mouth and swallow it down.
    I sit back down.  I am guessing, having shot, he’s done.  And I’m right.  He thanks me and leaves.
    I wait.
    No one else arrives.
    I am grateful for the good head—and kick myself for getting him off, when I know he’d have worked more on my cock after the break.
    But the residual taste of his load actually kind of makes up for not blowing my own…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Want a Mouth On That?"   March 30, 2024
  25. FelchingPisser

    A Happy Muscle Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—March, 2024
     
    The small group was the perfect way to end the week.  On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days.  My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way.  He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night.  We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. 
    Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home.  But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things:  how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. 
    It was suddenly late.  “Do we play?” he asked.
    I shrugged and we went downstairs.  “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me.  I shrugged and lost my robe.  I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick…
     
    His tongue feels incredible.  But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees.  I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support.  But now I can’t reach my dick.  Well, not easily.  And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole.
    I let him go for a bit.  He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet.  I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole.  Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. 
    “The sling,” I suggest.
    “Me or you?”
    “You.”
    My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard.   I want to fuck.  He hops in.  I hand him his poppers and go to my knees.  It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue.  He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper.
    I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil.  I stand up and enter him.  On the second try.  Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit?  He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment.  Poppers are sniffed.  I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside.  Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck.  It builds.  Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it.  My hips are slamming into him.  The sound of our rutting fills the small room.
    I pull out.  He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth.  As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM.  He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil.  I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too.
    I fuck him again.   Let him clean me again.  This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue…
    *
    “Damn, you taste good.”
    I am in the sling.  Muscle Ass is eating me out again.  I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me.  I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment.  I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling:  how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. 
    Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking.  I come back to reality slowly.  How long have I been in the sling?  I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided.  I tell him I need to fuck him again.
    We trade places.  I fuck him.  And then go for the toys.  I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker.  The small butt plug goes in easily tonight.  I turn it.  I pound my fist on it.  I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again.
    I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size.  He took the first two last time.  The first goes in with ease.   I work a little harder with the second.  I try for the third.  Nope.  He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep.
    I go to my finger.  The middle one.  The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool.  I stand up.  I make a better entry into him this time.  I fuck him.  Hard.  My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight.  I fuck.
    “Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers.
    I fuck him harder.  I am so close.  I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge.  I pull out and kneel.  I plaster my face into his used ass.  It does the trick.  I’m there.  I stand up and realize I will not make it into him.  I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off.  I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it.  Some I finger into his ass.  For a moment I think he’s going to shoot.  I think he does, too.  And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs.  I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop.  His hole is happy—that’s all that matters…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Happy Muscle Ass  March 28, 2024

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