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  1. FelchingPisser

    A Surprise for Keith

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    Osvaldo Wants More

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Grand Rapids—September, 2024
     
    I was having more sex the very next day.  I had agreed to meet Osvaldo at the all gender party held at the nearest bathhouse.   The last one, in August, had been fun, but not great (and not that well attended.)  I wondered what another, just a month later, would bring…
     
    I get to town at 8pm, the start time of the party.  I ditch my clothes in my locker and head to the play area upstairs.   Osvaldo is here ahead of me.  He is on his knees in front of a naked bear of a man.  I nod to him and go find some porn to watch so he can finish up with the guy.  There is an empty chair near the sling, and some decent porn.  I pull out my cock and get it ready for him.  Other men pass, but no one seems to want to suck me.  The sexual energy of the place feels very low right now.
    Soon enough, Osvaldo finds me, all smiles.  He goes to his knees and sucks, wiggling his plump ass at the man who stops to watch the action.  Once I’m hard, I suggest he gets up on the fuck bench that is opposite the sling.  He does. 
    I spend a long time eating out his ass.  It is warm and wet, still pristine from the shower.  I stand up, smear some precum on his slightly open pucker with the head of my cock.  I go back to my knees to eat him some more.
    “Fuck me, Papi!” he moans.
    The guy who has been watching us makes no move to Osvaldo’s mouth, but now sits in the chair I vacated.  He gropes his crotch through his towel.  I finally stand up and slide in.  It’s always an easy entry into Osvaldo.  He moans and tells me how much he’s missed my dick.  I pick up the tempo of my fuck to give him just what he wants.
    “That’s it!  Fuck my ass harder!!”
    I do.  Another man, comes around the corner.  His face registers disgust.  (For what?  That we are actually having sex in a bathhouse?)  I fuck him harder.  I suggest to our audience member that he let Osvaldo suck him as I fuck.  But he does not move.  So, I pull out and let Osvaldo hungrily clean my cock before fucking him a second time.
    We pause.
    I send Osvaldo to the medical table on the opposite side of the room, while I go back to my locker for my water bottle.  When I join him, a white man of 30-something has him bent over the table and is giving him a jack rabbit fucking.  The guy is hairy, everywhere except his head.  He slams into him one last time and pulls out a dripping cock with a pronounced upward curve.  Osvaldo spins around and cleans him up.  He nods to me, but doesn’t take off.  He watches me kneel and lick out Osvaldo’s ass.  The guy has loaded him.  I felch—and stand up, rampant, to fuck.  The bald guy’s dick has not gone down.  He strokes as I fuck in his cum.  The cum in Osvaldo doesn’t froth with my fucking, but it’s just enough for a great ride.
    I pause, lick him out again—and ask the rampant bald guy if he’d like another turn.  He does.  He fucks him hard and fast once again.  And shoots some more cum into Osvaldo.  This time I clean his cock.  I fuck in his load…and this time it covers my dick.  Osvaldo savors the clean-up…
    *
    We can’t find anyone else to fuck him.  There are a dozen Black men milling about.  From snippets of conversations I hear, they all seem to be waiting to see if any women arrive.  (There are at least two sets of male/female couples here, up in the event area, playing get-to-know-you games.)  Osvaldo wants to film—so we go to his room.  He sucks me on the narrow bed with the phone angled above us.  I fuck him on film.  In every position.  This is my least favorite time, anytime we meet, but it is his major fetish.  We end up with him riding me, his phone bouncing on the bed as much as he is.
    We go up to the sling.  Usually, we get some onlookers.  Tonight, men meander by and don’t linger for any length of time.  I eat his hole, fuck it repeatedly and eat him out some more.
    Osvaldo and I take a break from each other.  He goes off to look for cock.  I wander.  I find an attractive younger white man in the downstairs lounge.  He is jerking, indifferently, to the porn there.  He allows me to suck his cock for a moment—but then people arrive and he tells me to stop.
    A very large white woman comes in, escorted by two young Black men.  A crowd of almost the entire population of the bathhouse follows them in—perhaps eighteen men.  One of the black men fucks her on a mattress that is on the floor—while the other man works a dildo into the ass of the guy who is doing the fucking.  They stop before the guy in the middle shoots.  The crowd disperses…
    *
    I find Osvaldo.  If he’s had any luck, he doesn’t tell me.  But I am ready to get out of this crowd with such an odd sexual energy.  We go back to the sling.  Once Osvaldo is in, I eat his hole for the gazillionth time that night. 
    “Fuck me,” he moans.
    I stand up and slide in.  I don’t think anyone has been in his ass since I was there.  My dick is dripping, thinking about loading him.
    “Will you piss in me, too?”
    I nod.  I have been swilling a lot of water tonight.  I pull out of him, eat his hole once more.  As I stand up, the hot young man, who I had in my mouth earlier, comes in.  He watches, stroking. 
    “Do you want a turn?” I ask.
    He shakes his head.  But I do like an audience.  I fuck Osvaldo harder.  And harder.  He’s groaning, telling me how good it feels.  How I’m the best top.  How he can’t wait for my cum and piss.
    “Say that again.”
    “I want your cum inside me, Papi.  Please…”
    That does it.  I let go a quick volley of cum inside him.  He has to feel my expanding cock head with each spurt.  I hold still.  He grinds down on my cock.
    “Don’t clamp down…” I whisper.
    He eases up…and the piss begins to flow.  I can’t stop.  More and more.  I don’t think I have ever given him such a gut full.  I love the expression of awe/disgust on our onlooker’s face.  Still inside Osvaldo, my boot finds my towel and pulls it under the sling in case any piss leaks as I pull out. 
    I slip my cock out of him.  Ever the pro, Osvaldo keeps it all inside him.  He races off to the shower, with his phone, to fill the geyser that will erupt out of his ass…
    *
    I wish I could share more of his pictures, but almost all of them have his face in them—as do the countless videos of him being fucked or squirting out a waterfall of my piss…
     
    The original, with two pictures of us, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Wants More   October 12, 2024
    Osvaldo had a great time after I left.  Three of those horny Black men, who were waiting for women who never appeared, used his ass instead.  All shot in in him.
    If we do this again, I know we’ll meet later in the evening.
  3. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2024
    The night of my afternoon play date with GaryM I got a message.  Braydon, the cubbish cum pig, was available Friday afternoon.  Did I want to play?  Yes.  But then we couldn’t decide if we wanted to use the playroom (which he loved) or be at the bookstore for the chance to incorporate other men in our scene.  The lure of additional cock using him proved the strongest…
     
    I arrive fifteen minutes before our appointed time.  The parking lot holds a few cars, but not as many as usual for a Friday.  I go in.  There are four men in the room.  And Braydon is one of them.  He is on his knees, sucking the cock of the bearish guy with a shaved head who helped use him last time.  They are in the corner by the gay screen, out of sight of the other two men.  I sit next to them and unzip.  Braydon looks up, nods and continues sucking the thick dick in front of him.  I watch and stroke, patiently waiting my turn.
    Shaved Head pats him on the shoulder.  He’s ready to fuck.  Braydon gets up and pull out a chair into the middle of the of the room.  He kneels on it, presenting his hairy ass to Shaved Head.  I stand up and am ready to feed him.  Shaved Head moves in.  He can’t seem to find Braydon’s hole.  SH’s cock wilts in the repeated attempts.
    “You fuck him,” he hisses as he comes around the man on the chair to get more attention from his mouth.  I move.  I push right into him, not bothering to rim.  I can see that Shaved Head needs some visual stimulation.  Braydon gasps around the dick in his mouth as my cock invades his ass.  He feels great.  Wet and ready.  I fuck.  My strokes are strong enough to push him a little forward—deeper on the man in his mouth.  This seems to do the trick.  Shaved Head is soon ready to fuck.  We change places.
    The other two men in the room, hear the sex happening and move to where they can watch us.
    Shaved Head plows into Braydon.  He is fucking him hard.  With intent to shoot.
    “Give him what he wants,” I tell him, my voice low and coaxing.  “He really wants your cum.”
    Shaved Head nods.  I pull out and slap my dick on Braydon’s cheek.  Shaved Head increases his speed.  He is really going for it. “So close,” he grunts out.
    And in moments, as I stick my dick back in Braydon’s mouth, Shaved Head empties his balls into Braydon’s welcoming ass.  He bucks into him half a dozen times.  He stays in place for a moment, then pulls out.  I move around.  Shaved Head catches a drip of his cum and pushes it back into Braydon.  He moves to let Braydon clean his dick.
    “I’m gonna fuck your cum deeper,” I announce.  The two men watching unzip their flies and now openly stroke.  I push into Braydon’s wet ass.  I love the feel of the warm semen on my dick.  I fuck him hard.  Shaved Head can barely stand being in his mouth after he’s shot.  He gets dressed in a hurry and leaves.  I pull out and bring my cum coated cock to Braydon’s mouth.  He cleans me up, hungry to taste the second hand jizz.  I let him get every drop before I go back to fuck him another time.
    Braydon motions to the other two men, hoping they want some oral.
    “His mouth is available,” I chime in, but they don’t make a move.  I fuck him a little harder this time.  Then, I go to my knees and felch a little.  There’s not a lot of cum left, but it’s the idea that is the turn on.  I rim and swallow and moan almost as much as Braydon is now doing.  I finally stand up, fuck him once more and have him clean my cock. 
    I let him get off his knees.  He goes to both men, asking if they need assistance.  They just want to watch us…
    I sit, pulling my pants to my ankles.  I put my feet up on the fuck chair in front of me.  Braydon instantly knows what I’m doing.  He crawls under my outstretched legs.  I hunker down a little and my ass is exposed, ready for his tongue.  He groans in the back of his throat in anticipation.  And dives in.  He loves to rim now.  It has gone from experimentation to becoming something he really craves.  His tongue pokes and prods and licks, leaving my hairy crack sopping wet.
    I mutter encouragement and moan myself when he digs in.  I stroke my drooling dick.  He comes up and licks my balls for a long moment.  Then it’s back to my crack and hole.  He finally comes up for air.  He sees the bead of precum and licks my cock clean.
    “I want to fuck you again.”
    He crawls out from under my outstretched legs so I can stand up.  He gets on the chair once more, his head facing the rest of the room, so his mouth is easily available.  I lick his crack.  And fuck.  The two men watch us and stroke.
    The door opens.  A man in his early 60’s with long, shoulder length hair and an Air Force cap comes in.  He sees us.  He stands in front of Braydon, and immediately unzips.  He looks to me.  “Let him suck you,” I tell him.  “Both his holes are looking for cum.”
    This makes his just above average dick harden up completely.  He feeds Braydon.
    “He loves dick at both ends,” I murmur.  “You want his ass, too?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    We stay where we are.  I fuck a little harder, knowing a third cock will soon be in his ass.  The guy is eager.  He fucks Braydon’s mouth in time with me.
    “Let’s change.”
    He is eager.  He is short—so he has to stand on his toes to get into Braydon.  But he does.  And groans.  “He’s really wet.”
    “Always…”
    I move to Braydon’s head and let him fuck me.  Soon Air Force is fucking him so hard, I pull out so Braydon can concentrate on the anal assault.  I walk around and watch the man’s cock jack hammer into the ass in front of him.
    “He takes loads?” Air Force grunts out.
    “Absolutely.  Why we’re here.”
    He picks up his tempo. 
    “I’m gonna…”
    “Do it!”
    And he does.  He erupts.  Air Force spasms and shakes.  He forgets to stand on his toes and goes to his feet, abruptly pulling out of Braydon.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  He can’t believe it.  He loves that I am doing it.   When he is free of jizz, I lean into Braydon’s dripping butt.  He watches, with real passion, as I lick up his seed dripping out of Braydon. 
    I stand up.  I can’t help grinning.  It’s a great moment.  Air Force slaps Braydon’s ass and takes off.  I fuck him briefly, fucking all that cum deeper.
    I sit down.  Braydon gives his knees a rest.
    One of the voyeurs goes to the rest room.  The other, now alone, tells Braydon to suck his dick.  He does.  And gets rewarded, just as the other man returns.  He sits down—and the moment the spent man leaves—offers Braydon his cock and cum, too.  Braydon willingly takes it, making quick work of the second man.
    “I should fuck you again.”
    Braydon nods.  He has saved some of the second load in his mouth.  He coats my cock with it.  I fuck it into him.  The fresh jizz is great.  I fuck him harder and harder.  I know I’m close.   We usually play a lot longer, but it feels so good with three loads in his ass that I can’t help but add the fourth.
    I tell him how hot his ass feels.  The words do it.  I am there.  I slam into him and hold it in place as my balls unload everything they’ve got…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Braydon: Both His Holes Are Looking for Cum    October 10, 2025
  4. FelchingPisser

    GaryM Arrives with Toys

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    His Cum Filled Mouth

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    The Banker and the Greek

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2024
    The post today is slightly different.  It is not something I experienced, but a scene I watched play out during the trip to the bookstore that I detailed in the last post—where the fun cocksucker was working the room.  If you haven’t read it, you should read it before this one.
     
    The fun cocksucker has just gone down on me.  My attention is on him.  I am watching the back of his head move on me.  But eventually, I scope out the room.  Across from me is a man I’d place at a little older than me.  Even sitting, he looks tall, with lots of leg sprawl.  His skin tone is Mediterranean.  The once black hair has streaks of white in it, as does his beard.  His nose is prominent.  There is a bulge in his designer jeans that he kneads occasionally.
    Near him is man of around 50, who looks like he came directly from his job at the bank, leaving his suit coat and tie in the car.  The dome of his head is shiny; the fringe of hair that’s left is cut neatly.  He is wearing suit pants and highly shined oxfords.  His hands are folded across his lap as he watches the gay porn.
    My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls.  I sigh and tell him how much I like that.
    The Latino begins fucking the Talker as the Talker sucks The Voyeur.  The Banker does not want to be near this.  He comes over and sits next to me.  He watches the gay porn, to his left, and not me and my cocksucker to his right.  He is giving off a vibe that the porn is great, but the actual sex happening in the room is distasteful.   As soon as he seems settled, the Greek moves, too.  He sits in the row of chairs across from us, and right next to the screen—what should be in the line of vision of the Banker.  But the Banker only looks at the screen.  Always.
    We take a break.  The cocksucker is now getting his cock sucked and I am enjoying the porn and the live show.
    The Greek stands up.  He unzips.  He takes out his cock.  It is thick and uncut, but not particularly long.  It gets hard the moment it is free of clothing.  He stands for a moment touching himself, before sitting down again.  The Banker has to have seen this with his peripheral vision, but does not acknowledge it.  The Greek lazily jerks his cock.
    My cocksucker is back on me.
    The Greek stands up again.  He moves across so he is at the end of our row of seats.  There is space there to lean against the same wall that the screen is on.  He does and begins to jerk his big dick a little faster.  The Banker’s eyes never waver from the screen.
    When the good cocksucker takes another break, I go and lick the Voyeur’s balls.  He is sitting across from me.  I spend some quality time with his fragrant nuts.  I hear chairs squeak as they are moved around, but continue licking.  When I come up for air, I see the Greek has moved a chair so it is against the wall where he had been standing.  He is now maybe two feet from the Banker’s seat.  His angry dick is pointed right at the man who is actively ignoring him.
    The Voyeur leaves.  I stay there and watch both films (and the good cocksucker being sucked by the guy who does guys just once.)  I can’t keep my eyes off the two men across from me.  As I watch, the Greek steps in.  He’s now a foot away.  The hand jerking his cock is no more than eight inches from the Banker’s ear.  He is ignored.
    I watch the videos.  And the guys being sucked.  And the Banker.  The Greek steps in again.  His wet cock is placed on cheek of the man in the suit pants.  The Banker freezes.  He closes his eyes.  He is facing straight ahead, not at the screen.  His face is totally inscrutable.
    I stop watching the porn altogether.  The Greek stands stock still.  No thrusting, no jerking, just his very hard cock resting there, oozing precum.  The Banker finally opens his eyes.  He sees me looking at him.  He closes them again.
    A long moment.  The eyes open and his head turns.  Just enough to take that thick cock into his mouth.  He closes his eyes again.  The Greek begins the slowest thrusting into his face I have ever seen.  Barely moving.  But definitely sawing that penis back and forth.  All the while the Banker keeps his hands in his lap.  His pants never mound.  He just takes the cock.  Over the over.
    The Greek reaches out.  His hand finds the back of the man’s head.  He holds him there as he orgasms.  The Banker doesn’t really struggle, but he couldn’t pull off even if he wanted to.  The Greek adds a second hand, holding him in place.  Making the Banker swallow his load.
    I can’t stop watching them.  The Greek pulls out of the Banker’s mouth.  He wipes the tip of his cock across the man’s cheek and leaves the room.  The Banker sits.  Staring at the porn.  But I don’t think he is seeing it.  His face is once again a mask.  Happy?  Satisfied?  Disgusted?  I can’t tell.  In about three minutes he gets up and locks himself in the restroom…
    *
    So many questions.  Did they know each other before this?  Maybe they met online and agreed to this scene?  Or did the Greek really sus out the room correctly and find the guy who would give him what he wanted after a mental struggle? 
    Any number of men there would have sucked the Greek willingly.  Who he ignored.
    Once again, I find how we have sex endlessly fascinating…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Banker and the Greek   October 2, 2024
  7. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2024
     
    I finally had someone coming to the playroom—and then he cancelled at the last minute, with a questionably generic excuse.  I found myself, instead, at the bookstore.  It proved an eventful Tuesday afternoon…
     
    The lot is half full.  Encouraging.  I go in and there are almost a dozen men watching the two screens.  A good-looking white guy in his 40’s is giving head to an older man.  He doesn’t stop with my entrance.  I like that.  He’s dedicated and doesn’t care. 
    I sit nearby, unzip.  I pull out and stroke myself to hardness while watching this guy work the average sized cock in front of him.  Soon enough, the guy is getting his mouth filled with cum.  He swallows and cleans the guy up.  He then crawls over to me.
    “Nice…” he hisses as he looks at my cock, holding me by the balls.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck, he’s great.  Just what I want in a cocksucker.  He’s instinctive.  And he reacts to the cues I give off.  He is not a deep throat specialist; he uses those skills sparingly. 
    After a great ten minutes of sucking, I tell him I am loving it, but I can’t cum easily. 
    “Cum is just something fun.  If I get it, great, but I love the sucking.”
    I nod in agreement and let him keep working my shaft and my balls.
    As he keeps sucking me, I notice the Voyeur is in the row of chairs against the far wall.  We nod to each other.  In moments, the Talker, sitting near him, turns his baseball cap around, kneels and begins sucking the Voyeur.  The cross-dressing Latino, today in men’s attire, is watching them.  He goes behind the Talker, reaches around and undoes his pants, pulling them down and exposing the Talker’s ass.  He puts a condom on himself and fucks the Talker, who never misses a beat in sucking the Voyeur’s dick.  He pumps into the Talker with a fast and furious stroke.  Soon he groans out his orgasm.
    I had no idea the Talker liked getting fucked.  Watch and learn…
    The man on my dick finally takes a break.  He stands up.  One of the oldest men there has been watching him, hungrily.  My cocksucker opens his fly, taking out a bigger than average cock, and let’s the older man go down on him.  At the same time, I hear the Voyeur groan out his climax.  He crosses the room to wash up and the Talker all but runs out the main door.
    I watch the straight video.  The cocksucker of the day is soon back on me for round two.  “Been doing this since I was ten,” he tells me before taking me to the root.  He spends another ten minutes on my hard cock and balls. 
    He sits next to me.  His cock out.  I ask if I should return the favor.  I kneel and he moves me from his cock to his heavy balls.  I lick and suck on those.  Only stopping when he gets up and moves to go suck the cock of a man who just walked in…
    *
    The Voyeur hasn’t left.  He beckons me over to suck his cock.  Try as I might, I can’t get it to stand up again, so soon after he shot.  I work his huge balls instead.  He loves this.  I even lift them and work my tongue under them.  He groans.  I suck each one, carefully, into my mouth.  I only stop when he gets a text—his phone sounding incredibly loud in the dim room.  He goes to the restroom to answer it—and moments later is out the main door.
    I sit back down in my chair.  The man who is rumored to only suck guy’s off once and never touch them again is sucking the dick of my new cocksucker and another man, young and hot, going back and forth between them.  The good cocksucker beckons me to join them—but I know I’d be ignored by the guy sucking.  So, I smile and nod and watch the video. 
    I stroke.  A semi-regular walks in.  He’s tall, Black, late 30’s with his hair pulled into a tight man-bun.  He is well built and showing it off in a tight tee and shorts.  He is covered in really good ink.  He nods to me as he goes by.  He sits in the chair closest to the gay screen.  He kneads the mound in his shorts.  When I turn to look at him, he unzips and pulls out his cock—which grows into a hot seven incher.  He looks at the screen.  He looks at me.  He nods.
    I go over.
    “Hopin’ you were here,” he murmurs as he takes his hand off his now erect cock.  He’s been outside in the sun.  He’s warm to the touch and the fresh sweat on his balls is intoxicating.  I start there.  He sighs, jerking his cock as I lick the full orbs.  I inhale deeply, loving his scent.  I work up—replacing his hand with my mouth.
    “You always make me cum so fast…” he murmurs.
    I just keep going.  He moans—loudly this time.  I know the good cocksucker is watching us as Mr. One Time Only has left him alone to concentrate on the hot young man.
    In another few flicks of my tongue, I have this hot man convulsing in my mouth.  He shudders and shakes—but his balls seem to be all but empty.  I don’t mind at all—he is rubbing my cropped head, before holding it tight.  He eases me off his over stimulated dick, thanking me, and pulling himself together as I get up.  He takes off.  An expensive seven minutes…
    *
    I stroke. 
    The good cocksucker is now sitting in the same chair where the guy in the man-bun dry orgasmed.  I go over.  He leans in and sucks my cock as I stand in front of him.  The change of my standing and not sitting (and the two hours of play) is making me think I could shoot.   I grab his head and begin face fucking him.  He groans.  He stops stroking himself to concentrate on me.
    I pant.  He moans.  And in moments I am shooting.  The first spurt is in his mouth, but his tongue is too much for me.  I pull out and use my hand to make myself shoot four or five more blasts.  He sticks his tongue out to catch it all.  Some lands there, but at least one shot of jizz lands on his nose and runs down to his full lips.  He licks it up lasciviously, before spitting it into his hand to use as lube as he jerks his own dick…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A New Cocksucker Works the Room    September 30, 2024
  8. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—September, 2024
     
    I rarely check the most vanilla hook-up site to which, for some unknown reason, I still have an account.  But I did, sometime in July.  I deleted all the ads in my inbox.  Then I took out all the handsome young men in Eastern Europe who just knew I was the man of their dreams—but needed some money to get to America.  I was left with two messages.  Neither sender had pictures or much of a profile.  Not even what turned them on.  One was from Montana.  I returned his “hello.”  The other was local.  He, at least, wrote something: “I want that big cock in my ass.”
    I wrote back that I was rarely on this site.  He would have a better chance of finding me at the local bookstore than to try to arrange a meeting on here.  I clicked ‘send’ and thought no more about it.
    I signed in again, a month or so later.  The same man sent me a follow up message:  “great fuck in the video room i want your raw dick in me again”
    With no picture, I still had no idea who he was, but I had liked his look enough to fuck him there, so I sent him my sex email address.  He answered promptly.  We set up a playroom date, for a Monday in the middle of September, while his wife was out of town.  I still had no idea who would ring the doorbell…
     
    I hear the chime just as I am setting out the water pitcher and mug in the playroom.  I go up and answer the door.  Miller is all smiles as I let him in.  He is short, my age, and rather thin and willowy.  He has a full head of grey hair and a clean-shaven face.  He looks vaguely familiar, but I’m still not sure what we did at the bookstore.  He comes in and tells me that he loved how I just bent him over and took his ass in front of two other men.  I am sure he’s telling the truth, but I can’t match him with any of the August hook ups I wrote about…
    We go down and he strips down.  I am in my bathrobe with my jock and boots underneath.  I hang it on the door knob, as he puts his clothes on the chair.  We are both in pretty good shape for our age.  I suggest he keep his socks on as the concrete floor is cool.
    He looks around at all the equipment and the shelf-full of toys.  “Where to even begin…?”  He’s nervous. 
    I tell him to take a seat on the bed.  I tell him I am not going to do anything he doesn’t want.  I will stop immediately if something doesn’t feel good.  That this is a ‘get acquainted fuck’ to see where we want to go from here.  This seems to quiet his nerves.
    I move to him, my crotch right in his face.  “Get my cock hard.”  He inhales the aroma of the jock.  He sighs.  He licks at the pouch, which surprises me.  He pulls it aside and begins licking the shaft, my balls and finally the drooling head.  He makes little mewling sounds of enjoyment as he does it.  He opens up and takes two thirds of my shaft into his mouth.  Repeatedly.  Coming up for air, after each time. 
    “Get it good and wet for your ass.”
    He works hard at it.  He is not an experienced cock sucker, but he likes doing it.  It makes his own cock stand up.
    “I want your ass.  Do you want to be on your back or on your knees?” indicating the sling and then the bench.
    He opts for the sling.  He gets in quite easily, though he tells me he has never been in one before.  He lies back.  He instantly notices the mirror above him.  He asks me to retrieve his poppers that he left on the bed.  I hand them to him before I kneel.  His ass is incredibly responsive to first, my fingers running down the crack—and then my tongue burrowing into him.  (As with all married men, I had talked clean out with him in our email exchange.  He assured me he knew how to do it for my big dick.)
    I get him good and wet.  I grease up as I eat him out.
    “Stick that big cock in me.” 
    “Raw?”
    “Only way…”
    I go back to rimming as I hear him take a large hit of poppers.  I stand up as the cap goes back on.  My cockhead finds his pucker and I push in.  I glide in easily.  Miller groans out his pleasure.  He knows how to work his ass.  He works hard to give me an enjoyable first fuck.  I vary my speed—starting with a nice middle of the road fuck tempo.  He eggs me on, telling me his ass can take it.  I speed up.  He loves the sound of my testicles slapping his ass.  I only slow down so he can take another hit of poppers.
    I eat his freshly fucked hole.  He is wonderfully wet.  I tell him how good he tastes.  I fuck him again.  Slower this time.  His nose is buried in the brown bottle.
    I suggest he try the fuck bench.  Miller likes this idea.  I help him out and he kneels on the bench.  I tell him how to pull his knees forward to get his ass in position.  He moves and is perfectly lined up for another hard fucking.  I eat him out again as he opens the poppers. 
    I fuck him the moment I know they are capped.  His eyes find the mirror to the side.  He can’t get over the fact that he gets to see my dick invade his soft ass.  And this time, when I pull out, he says: “Let me taste it!”
    Another barrier down.
    I bring it to him and he loves the taste of his hole on my cock.  He covers me in spit—and I stick it all back in his ass.  He poppers up and I fuck him hard enough for the bench to move slightly.
    We take a break and I get him some water from the pitcher.
    “I’m going to get in the sling,” I tell him.  “I want you to lick my balls and the cock ring under them.”  I set up the mat for the rimseat to give his knees extra padding before jumping in.  I keep my legs up on the chains.  He kneels and obediently does just what I asked him to do.  It feels great.  But there is no exploratory tonguing closer to my hole.
    “We should trade places.” I finally murmur.
    We do.  I eat his hole.  I fuck it hard.  He is poppered up the entire time he is in the sling.  His hole is gaping now.  He can’t quite close it.  He loves reaching down and feeling the change my dick has made.
    “There is one more piece of equipment we should use.”  I pull out the rimseat and set it up.  The expression of slight puzzlement on his face is enough for me to know he’s never used one.  I explain he just has to sit.  I get under and he gingerly sits down.  The moment my tongue goes into his gape, he is delighted.  I hear the poppers open.  Miller is panting.  I eat his juicy hole, the gape allowing me to go even deeper than usual.  I lick and spit.
    “I don’t mind if you use your teeth,” he whispers.  I find his engorged ass lips and lightly chew them.  He groans.  “Keep doing that.  So hot…”
    We only stop when he realizes his hole is becoming tender.
    “Can I still breed you?”
    “Can you fuck me, pull out and shoot on my face?”
    I agree, helping him back in the sling.   I slide into his wet, gaping hole.  He huffs again. I take his bottle from him and take a hit.  They are strong—and take me over the edge.  I fuck hard.  And fast.  I pull out just in time to take two steps to the side and cover his face and open mouth.  The first spurt hits his forehead.  The next three land in his mouth.  He savors and swallows.  He moves to suck my dick.  I hold him off my wilting, dripping cock for another 30 seconds, before I let him clean it to his heart’s content…
    *
    He loved everything we did.  And apologized for over using the poppers. I was pleased he had really read my profile.  He is intrigued by fisting and watersports.  I am sure he will be back…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "I Want Your Dick in Me Again"    September 27, 2024
  9. FelchingPisser

    Three Men and a Dick

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2024
     
    After the great asses of the last post, I wanted more.  I went back just a few days later, looking to see who was around.  It was a Saturday afternoon.  This time it wasn’t great butts on offer, but some amazing throat skills that left me very happy…
     
    I park and as I’m headed to the entrance, I’m stopped by one of the busiest cocksuckers here.  He leans in to me and says: “There’s a guy here you need to let do you.” 
    “Oh?”
    “He’s sitting against the side wall.  Dark hair, good looking.  Guys are telling me his throat is amazing.”
    I thank him and go in.  There are maybe half a dozen men here.  And there is a man, sitting alone on the side wall, who I don’t recognize.  I nod to him.  He pays no attention.  I sit on the far wall, so we are across from each other.  I unzip and stroke myself to full erection.  I notice there are a pair of men playing in the corner closest to the gay video screen.  One is on his knees and sucking the seated man.  Other men have their cocks out or are kneading bulges in their pants.
    The guy with the skills is now looking right at me.  I nod again.  He looks away at the screen.  I do the same.  I stroke to the video.  I get up and piss in the restroom.  When I come back, I sit a chair away from the guy. 
    He can’t take my eyes off my hard cock.  In moments, he slips to the floor and devours me.  He has great tongue work—but in another few minutes, he shows me his real skill.  He takes me to the root absolutely effortlessly.  Again and again.  And his tongue never stops when he comes up between the deep throatings.  He’s incredible.  It feels super tight when I am lodged all the way down his throat, but it’s not uncomfortable like I can find it with many men. 
    He finally breaks for air.  He sits next to me and becomes chatty.  He used to have a terrible gag reflex and he worked hard to fix it.  (I tell him he should be proud of that.)  He is just passing through Michigan on his way home and stopped to suck as much cock as he could. 
    I apologize that I’m not easy to get off, but he says it’s not about the load for him, it’s the stretch.  He’s happy to take the cum if it happens, but it’s not why he does it.  And to make his point, he slips to the floor and spends the next 10 minutes taking me to the root repeatedly.  And he even licks my balls.
    He sucks me for a good 45 minutes, with lots of mini breaks for some water.  When a new guy comes in, I tell him to feel free to investigate.  He goes off and is soon kneeling between the guy’s spread legs.
    And I have a new man on my cock.  He’s been watching all the deep throating and now that the guy has moved off, he’s here.  He kneels.  His hands go behind his back as his tongue touches my dick head.  He can’t take me deeply and doesn’t really try.  But his tongue is active—and it’s his ‘born to serve’ attitude that is a huge turn on.  After the first few moments, he asks for instruction.  I tell him to start with my balls and not leave them until they are soaking.  He does just what I ask.  I give him permission to lick up the shaft.  He follows my directions to the letter.  His tongue feels great, but it’s the tiniest servile moan that really turns me on.  My cock is juicing.  I tell him to lick it all off and swallow it.  He does.  With great pleasure.
    The Deep Throater comes back.  He sits near us and watches.  (He never takes his cock out in the two hours I am around him.)  My servile boy (who is pushing 40, with a receding hair line, and a body that had once been gym built, but has gone soft) becomes self-conscious.  He gets up and sits down on my other side.  DT goes back down on me.  He shows off a little for the other cock sucker.  I gasp as he takes me deep and milks me with his throat muscles.  He comes up, grins at the cock sucker and does it again.  Then he goes off to see if he can get on a young bearded man who just walked in.
    I have round two with my servile boy.  I undo my belt and drop my pants to around my ankles.  I tell him to lick under my balls—to get his tongue between my nut sack and the metal cock ring.  He does it—loving to be given a task.  I don’t let him back to my cock for a long time—I am more than happy to lightly stroke it as he keeps licking.
    I idly notice that the bearded boy is a grower.  He dropped his pants, revealing a tiny little dick, but it has grown to almost seven inches—and Deep Throater is there.  He is making the younger man very happy.
    I tell my boy, his hands still behind his back, that he can now lick up my cock shaft to the wet head.  He does.  Slowly.  And with tons of spit.  He takes me into his mouth.  I know he wants my load after all this—but I’m just not there.  I’m having too much fun.
    He squirms oddly as he is sucking.  “Do you need to get off your knees?” I ask.  He reluctantly says yes.  He moves back across the room.  Watching Deep Throater bring the young bearded man over to me.
    “I told him he should try your cock on for size,” Deep Throater chuckles softly.  The Bearded Guy, nicely built, maybe 35, with a hipster length beard, kneels and gives me good head.  He can’t beat the two that have gone before, but his enthusiasm is fabulous.  And his beard is great on my wet balls.  He grunts and moans out his pleasure at sucking a bigger cock.  He is jerking like crazy.
    Suddenly he is off me and stands.  “Want my load?”  I lean in and am treated to the massive amount of semen of those under 40. 
    He thanks me for both my dick and my willingness to take him as he zips up and leaves.
    Deep Throater does one more round on my cock, but I know I’m not going to blow a load easily now.   I thank him and wish him good travels and head home for dinner, just as satisfied as if I’d fed him…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Three Men and a Dick   September 25, 2024
  10. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2024
    I had no play time for 10 days straight.  My balls ached for release—but I was too busy to even jerk a load out.  I suddenly had free time on a Thursday afternoon.  I took it.  Somebody up there was looking out for me…
     
    The parking lot of my local bookstore is all but empty.  I sigh.  But at this point, good porn will suffice.  I pay and go into the theatre.  The only occupant seems to be a very old man who is asleep in the corner near the gay screen.  I sit.  The straight porn is full of three big dicked men demanding a young woman please them all. 
    I stroke.
    The restroom door opens.  It’s the Voyeur.  He sits in the corner, a few chairs away from me and gets his dick out.  We jerk.  Eventually I get the nod.  I go over and suck his dick.  I start on his fragrant ball sack.  He moans and reaches down to guide my head up his shaft.  I lick his head a lot before I swallow him down.  He takes delight in forcing the last half-inch into me so that it makes me gag around his entire shaft.  He does it twice before the door opens.
    A good-looking white guy, somewhere between 35 and 40, comes in.  He is blond and thickly built.  I vaguely recognize him.  He sits in the chair I vacated.  He watches me suck dick—and then moves over next to us.  His thick dick is out, but not hard.  The Voyeur pushes me over onto his cock.  I suck it but I can’t get it much harder.
    The Voyeur has whispered something in the guy’s ear, which I can’t hear.  But I hear the guy say ‘Yes.’  The Voyeur clears his throat and I look up. 
    “I want to see you fuck him,” he tells me.  “He wants your big cock raw.”
    I stand up.  So does the blond.  He pulls off his shorts and underwear.  It’s a thick, hairy ass.  He bends over, holding onto the chair handles.  Seeing that ass, I now remember him.  I used to fuck him in the back corner of the gay theatre.  I kneel and begin eating out his hairy crack.
    The Voyeur stands up.  He loves to watch me fuck.  He beats his black shaft as hard as he can.  It quickly begins precumming.  I lean over and lick up his pre-jizz and tongue it in the thick ass in front of me.  Both men groan, realizing what I’ve done.
    “Fuck him hard.  You know he loves your cock.”
    Has the Voyeur seen me fuck him before?  Maybe.  I don’t care.  I just want to get this hole relaxed and open.  With each thrust of my tongue, the Blond is getting looser.  He groans—and hits his bottle of poppers.  It does just what it’s supposed to do—his hole flowers open for me.  I eat his full ass lips for a moment, before standing up.  My cock is rampant and drooling.
    I push into him.  He groans.  The Voyeur steps closer and watches my cock invade the guy’s ass inch by inch.  I bottom out. 
    “Fuck, you feel even bigger than that thing looks.”
    I grin at the Voyeur and hold a moment.  Then I begin a slow pump.  The guy grabs his soft cock and begins pulling on it.  I pick up the tempo.  It feels like it’s been forever since I fucked an ass.  I love seeing my shaft pump between his very pronounced ass lips.  They cling to me on every backstroke.
    I am building to full speed.  I suddenly pull out and slap my cock on his ass cheeks.  The Voyeur groans—seeing my angry red dick lie there for a millisecond, before I shove it back into him.
    “Breed him,” the Voyeur whispers.
    “You want cum in your ass?”
    “You know I do.  Fuck it deep…”
    I really could shoot, after all the days of no sex at all.  I start driving at full speed.
    “Do it…” the Voyeur breathes.  “Fill him up.”
    I grunt.  My cock spasms.  I shoot one or two spurts into him.  He pulls off me and spins around to suck my cock.  He cleans me up.  I am surprised I can let him do it so easily—none of that every nerve ending on edge feeling.
    The guy thanks me and takes off.
    The Voyeur hugs me and does the same.
    I am still hard.  Once again, my balls spat out semen, but didn’t take me over the top.
    I sit and stroke.
    Time passes.  I am on the edge of leaving when the door opens.  Two people come in.  One is a guy in his 30’s with reddish hair, thickly built and wearing a ballcap.  The other is early 20’s, tall and willowy.  I look again at the tall one.  Shoulder length hair.  A tight white tee and ripped Daisy Dukes shorts. Sandals.  He, and I am now pretty sure he is a he, is the most androgynous person I have seen here.  He is not a cross dresser—but just dresses perfectly for his feminine appearance.
    And he has his eyes glued to my hard cock.  He steps out of his sandals.  He slithers out of his shorts, down to pink lacey thong panties, hiding his small dick.
    “Daddy, let me suck that.”
    Without waiting for an answer, he is on all fours and sucking my cock.  His ass wiggles as he sucks.  I am pretty sure I will be up another ass in mere moments.  Ball Cap guy strokes to the sex—wanting some himself.
    The young man comes up for air.  “I need to sit on this, Daddy.  May I?”  He stands up. 
    I lube my cock.  He turns and carefully impales himself.  He slides down carefully, looking at Ball Cap guy jerking furiously.  He’s tight.  But experienced for this age.  He begins working his ass, clenching down on me with each stroke.  I let him do all the work.  I just sit there, so glad I didn’t fully get off before.
    His legs eventually tire and he reluctantly pulls off me.
    “I want to fuck you bent over,” I tell him.  He bends, using the same chair I had just railed the Blond’s fat ass in.
    “Will that make you shoot in me, Daddy?”
    I don’t answer, I go to my knees, pull aside the pink thong and eat out the hole that I just fucked.  The difference in the age of the skin is remarkable between the two asses I have had my face buried in today.  He is so soft and hairless.  Everywhere.  I stand up.  I slap my cock on his upturned ass.  Ball Cap stands up to watch me slide in.  I push into the tight little hole, stretching it wide.
    “Oh, Daddy!  Knock me up!”
    I begin to fuck.  I force myself to go slow.  My cock splits this thin guy in two.
    “I want your load so much…”
    I begin fucking faster.  Ball Cap tries to move so that he could get his cock sucked at the same time, but my boy doesn’t take the hint.  He is only thinking of me.
    “Fill my boi-pussy up!  Breed me!!”
    I am fucking at top speed now.  And I know my cock will erupt at any moment.  “Here it is,” I pant.  “Take it!”
    And I cum.  Everything in my balls is emptied into this tight, androgynous boy.  He groans and milks my cock for all he can.  I finally pull out and wipe the last drop on his once tight pucker.  He reaches back and pushes it into his ass, before licking his finger clean…
    *
    Phone numbers were exchanged.  The idea of the sling excited both of us…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Oh, Daddy! Knock Me Up!!”    September 23, 2024
  11. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2024
     
    I had some time to play again on the weekend after my last trip to the bookstore.  Sunday afternoons had, in the past, often been a busy time.  Off I went, hoping to lighten my balls…
     
    There are only three cars in the lot.  And one has to be the clerks.  I almost turn around and go home, but I’m here.  Maybe the videos will be really good.  I go in, pay and go into the theatre with the two screens.  Two men are here—one is the man with the very small cock who always has the popper bottle next to his nose.  The other is man I don’t recognize, older, heavily built and barely looking at the screen or at anything in particular.
    I sit in my usual chair so I can keep track of both screens.  Both videos are good.  The gay threeway is particularly hot.  The young man being used at both ends is doing everything he can to give two older daddies the best sex of their lives.  My cock is hard and dripping from watching the action.  I stroke. 
    The door opens.  It’s the Voyeur.  He grins and comes over to sit next to me.  We both refuse the offer of poppers from two seats away.  The Voyeur gets out his long thin dick.  He strokes it hard.  He is watching the threeway, too.  He actually moans as the two daddies switch places.  The camera zeros in on the young man sucking the juicy dick that has been in his ass.  He hungrily takes it into his mouth.  The two daddies on the screen, still inside the young man, bend over the boy and kiss each other.  It’s electric.
    The Voyeur stands up.  He sticks his long, black dick in my mouth.  I try to work him as hungrily as the young man on the screen.  The Voyeur sighs.  He grabs hold of my head and begins fucking my face.  I think he’s close—which is surprising as he’s just arrived.  But at that moment, his phone gives off a distinct tone.  He groans—and not in a sexual way.  He pulls out of my mouth and moves to the restroom to deal with the intrusion.
    I watch the delightfully messy cumshots in the porn.  The young man’s ass and mouth are both dripping seed as the camera irises out.  The Voyeur comes back in view, he gives me a wave and is out the door.
    I stroke.  The duo in the next porn scene can’t possibly be as hot.  But they are good.  The director seems to love cum, precum and spit as much as I do.  All are liberally exchanged.  I watch and stroke.
    A long time.
    The door opens.
    A white man, likely in his early 40’s, enters.  His head is shaved.  His plain white tee hugs his chest—showing off his work at the gym.  He sits to the side.  He watches the straight porn—until he sees my dick.  Now his focus is all on me.  Never taking his eyes off me, he unzips and takes out a hot seven incher.  He strokes it for a moment.  Then he comes towards me.
    “May I suck that beauty?” he asks.
    I nod.  He kneels.  He inhales the scent from my balls.  He moans.  He finds the fabric of the jock pouch wadded up to the side.  He works a finger under it and leans in to inhale the scent from it.  He moans again.  Only then does he move to my wet cock.  His tongue flicks out and tastes my precum beading up on the slit.  He swallows it hungrily.  He licks down the shaft.  And back up.  Finally, he ovals his mouth and takes me deep inside him. 
    Fuck, he’s great.  I sigh.  His tongue is restless.  It never stops.
    He finally pulls off my shaft and begins to lick my balls.  I hear him increase the speed of his left hand on his own dick—he is jerking himself swiftly.   He is getting my balls very wet.  After they are both sopping, he takes one and then the other into his mouth, giving them the tiniest stretch as he does it—but it is done so delicately, it never hurts. Once both have been in his mouth, he raises them with his free hand, coated in his precum from the jerking and begins licking at my cock ring under them.
    I groan and tell him I love what he’s doing.  He moans in response and stays right there, lapping and giving little flicks with his tongue to the wrinkled skin.  And then his own fingers, to taste his own juices.  I close my eyes and hunker down in the chair—giving him better access.
    Eventually, he works back up my shaft.  As his tongue traces upward, he finally pauses and asks “I am really close to shooting.  You want it?”
    “Sure. Don’t waste it.”
    I expect him to stand up, but instead he begins sucking my cock at a faster tempo.  His lips feel incredible as they glide down my shaft, made so wet by my precum and his spit.  He does it over and over—always stopping just before he chokes on me.
    Suddenly, he rears up.  His dick is inches from my face.  I lean in and take his cock.  Happy to take his load after he’s given me so much pleasure.  He entire body shakes as he fires off round after round into my mouth and throat.  I swallow fast, not wanting to let any drip into my beard.  He grabs my shoulders and hangs on.
    I clean his cock, savoring every drop.  Only then does he let go—and thank me.  He zips up and leaves.
    I glance at the two men who were there when I arrived.  The poppers guy enjoyed the show—the other one is fast asleep…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “May I Suck That Beauty?”   September 21, 2024
  12. FelchingPisser

    Flipping the Switch

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—August, 2024
    I took some time off from my latest work gig on the last Thursday of the month.  I worked all morning and took the afternoon at the local bookstore.  The parking lot was very full.  But would it be a playful group or just men who sit and watch…?
     
    I walk in and close the door behind me.  I stand there for a moment, letting my eyes adjust.  The entire row in which I normally sit is full of men.  All jerking their cocks.  I smile.  I go and sit against the far wall where there are two more men.  I can see both screens from here.  Near the gay screen is a large Black man I recognize from this place.  A young white cub is closer to me.  In fact, in moments he moves one chair over so we are next to each other.
    “You suck, don’t you?” he whispers.  He waves his thick, stubby cock at me.  His expression is a mix of hope and lust.
    I smile and nod before slipping to the floor.  The moment I take him into my mouth, I feel the row of jerking men change their focus from the straight screen to us.  The young cub is very vocal about how much he is enjoying my mouth.  He can’t stop moaning.  I love that the five strokers are beating their meat harder and faster.  You can hear it—it is a lovely accompaniment to the moans of the cub.
    He can’t last long.  “I’m…I’m…gonna…”
    And he shoots.  Filling my mouth with the mega-sized load of men under 30.  I swallow and clean him up.  He is thrilled he has no need of the fast-food napkin clutched in his hand.  He takes off.  With him leaving, the youngest man here is now in his mid-50’s.
    I jerk.  Pleased I have energized the room.  But the row of men stroking, just return to the video, there is no stray hand on another man’s erection.  Nothing overt.
    The Black guy gets up.  He kneels in front of me.  He begins to suck me.  Well, actually not.  He licks the head and jerks my cock with his big hand.  As I don’t shoot into his mouth instantly, he tightens the grip and jerks harder.  It hurts and I tell him so.  He eases up on the grip, but still never really takes me into his mouth.
    I finally beg for a break.  He gets up.  The fly of my pants is soaked in his spittle.  I sigh—but it’s not like I wear good clothes when I come here.
    The door opens.  A man comes in, around my age.  He comes right to me, as if we know each other.  “May I?” he whispers.
    I nod.  He goes to his knees and gives me the kind of head I love:  lots of tongue, lots of variety with speed and depth.  I hear him unzip and jerk himself as he sucks and sucks.  He only stops when his knees fail him.  He zips up and leaves, nodding in my direction.  I check the floor to see if he shot, but can find no trace of semen…just some stray spittle that missed my pants.
    The row of five jerking men finally changes.  One gets up to leave.  It leaves a chair open next to the youngest of the group—a white man in his mid-50’s with a shaved head and a handsome face.  He projects a very straight persona, from how he interacts with the men around him, to how he’s dressed, to his high interest in the man on the screen eating a young woman out after they’ve been endlessly fucking.
    He is stroking a hot seven incher, cut and very pink.
    I sit next to him, not expecting more than an eyeful. 
    We stroke and stroke.  One more man in our row leaves.
    Then I get the nod.  He wants my mouth.  I kneel and give him the best head I know how to give.  He squirms and strokes my closely cropped hair.  “Suck my dick, man.  I love that your swallow…”
    This makes me work harder.  I really want his load.  I deep throat him repeatedly.
    He suddenly stands up.  I think he’s about to shoot, but he pushes past me to the guy in the corner.  He kneels and starts giving head himself.  He is behaving likes he’s obsessed—like a switch has been thrown by my mouth on his cock.  The guy he is attempting to suck tries to push him away, but he stays there—and the guy is suddenly ok with it.  So ok, he gives Mr. Straight Appearing a load of cum in his mouth.
    He swallows.
    Straight Appearing moves to the man with the two-inch cock who continually huffs poppers.  He is offered a hit by Two-Incher.  He takes it and begins sucking the guy.  He gets another load in his mouth.  Straight Appearing groans and stands up, jerking his dick wildly.  I kneel in front of him.  He jerks and jerks—telling me to stay off him until he tells me.  He jerks panting and groaning out his need.  I moan in counterpoint.
    “Now!  Take it, fucker!”
    He steps towards me and I lean in.  It’s a big load.  Thick and viscus.  He let’s me clean him up.  He twists his balls to give me ever last drop.
    He leaves with a quick pat on my shoulder.
    The room empties.
    I stay and jerk.
    Gradually a new crop of men begin to filter into the room; but I need to leave soon myself.
    A big bear, who has sucked me often in the past, enters.  He falls to his knees and his thick tongue is all over my dripping dick.  I really want to give it up for him.  Another man, a greying daddy, comes in.  He sees us and whips out his dick.  He sticks it in my mouth.  Perfect.
    The guy in my mouth is pumping with intent.  I idly wonder which of us will shoot first.
    Then he pulls out of my mouth.  “I want to fuck you,” he tells the bear.  The bear stands up to ditch his pants.  “Not here.”  He leads him to the restroom and locks the door.
    Well, fuck.  I’d wondered if guys would use it as a private room—but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen.  And likely not the last.  I hear clothes being shed behind the door.
    It’s almost five o’clock.  I put my dick away and reluctantly leave, still slightly sticky fingered….
     
    The orginal is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Flipping the Switch  September 19, 2024
  13. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—August, 2024
    As August wound down, Kieran and I finally found a date for him to come to the playroom—one that worked for both of us.  We had made numerous attempts, but our schedules had never aligned—or when they did, he had needed to cancel as family matters arose. 
    Now, he was headed my way on this Wednesday afternoon.  It had only been four days since I’d given Osvaldo all of my cum and piss, but, with my increased work schedule, the stress of it went right to my balls, making them ache for release…
     
    Kieran comes in the door, right at noon.  He is in a jovial mood.  “I really need your cock,” he tells me as we go down to the playroom.  I have not bothered to get dressed today.  I had just added my jock and boots to my bathrobe before he knocked on the door.  Kieran strips and tosses his clothes on the chair.  “Now let me suck that big thing.”  He sits, fully naked, on the edge of the single bed.  He’s a big man, but his farm work helps keep him in shape.
    I walk over after hanging my robe on the doorknob.  My cock is mounding in the stained and aromatic jock.  Kieran reaches for my hips and pulls me closer, nuzzling the jock.  He seems to appreciate the aroma of sex emanating from it.  He pulls it aside and my cock dangles inches from his face.  It continues to harden, slapping his chin as it erects.
    He takes me into his mouth with a slight moan at the back of his throat.  He really is an expert cocksucker.  He has told me he sucked dick as a young man but stopped for a long time after his marriage.  But the need for cock in his mouth never went away—and he eventually found men on the sly who needed his skills.  His tongue moves continually.  It feels thicker than some—making moves like the constant probing of my piss slit feel even better.
    I am precumming like crazy.  I can feel it ooze out of me.  Kieran is hungry.  He swallows every drop or, occasionally, swirls it all over my cockhead.  Suddenly, he goes for depth.   He takes me to the hilt, making himself gag on purpose.  He pulls off me so I can see the long strands of deepthroat spit connecting us.  His finger twirls them around my dick before he takes me back into his mouth.  He sucks the head and uses his tongue to clean the shaft of all the excess juice before he does it again.  And then once more.
    “Lay down on the bed so I can get your balls.”
    He doesn’t have to ask twice.  I lie down, propped up slightly with the pillows.  He just has room to kneel between my splayed legs.  That thick tongue is all over my big balls.  Kieran leaves trails of spittle of them—simply so he can come back and lick them all up.  He gently sucks one and then the other into his mouth.  He is careful not to do both together.  He lifts them and licks my cock ring and the skin below it.  He moves slightly down my perineum and back up again.  He suckles each ball once more, before once again taking my dripping shaft down his throat.
    He finally comes up for air.  But just for a moment.  He can’t stop sucking me.
    And I’m not going to tell him to stop.
    “My ass is hungry for this dick, too.”
    I suggest the sling as I know being on his knees, even with the padding of the fuck bench, is harder for him.  I remember to attach one of the sets of chains to the middle of top frame, to give Kieran something to hang onto as he rolls back onto the sling.  It’s high for my leg height—and he is a shorter man, so it’s awkward.  He gets his legs on the chains and forgoes the stirrups.
    I go to my knees and eat his thick ass.  I have to pull his cheeks apart to get my tongue on his ruined hole.  He uses toys on himself—and rarely gets the real thing.   I lick him for a bit—surprisingly more for my pleasure than his—before I stand up and slide in.
    Kieran groans.  His eyes connect with the mirror.  He watches my slow fuck into his ass. “Damn, that feels good.”  He groans again as I increase the speed.  “So damn tired of toys…”
    Now, he closes his eyes.  I can see the pleasure on his face.  It registers each stroke of my dick.  Over and over. 
    I pull out.  I kneel and eat his hole again.  He moans this time.  Maybe my dick has woken up those nerve endings.  “Fuck me some more.”
    I stand up and push in.  Again, he watches the fuck.  “I want you to load my ass.”
    Amazingly, I find I could give him my cum fairly quickly.  I consider: I know he’s not crazy about my rimming him.  He has said in the past he doesn’t want any of my toys.  We can’t switch positions, comfortably, to the fuck bench…Why not shoot?
    I pick up the pace.  “I’m gonna cum in you.”
    “Fuck, yes!”
    I begin to pant.  “Your mouth got me really hot.”  That is certainly the truth.
    “Give it to me, then…”
    I close my eyes as I keep pumping.  I can’t believe I’m shooting this fast, but suddenly I am.  I fire off a volley or five or six shots of jizz.  I grab the top of the sling frame and hold on, closing my eyes.  His ass squeezes down on my cock, milking out the final drop.
    Eventually, I return to reality and pull out.  I grab a towel and wipe him down.
    “Do you want to get off?”
    He considers.  “Not today.  I just want to feel your cum inside me for a while….”
    He dresses and leaves—full of my load.
    I can’t quite believe that I shot so fast, but I am more than ready to make lunch…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Does the Unexpected    September 14, 2024
  14. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—August, 2024
     
    On Saturday night I continued my weekend devoted to sex.  Osvaldo, the young man who loves to get bred by multiple daddies and who loves to video the act, had been after me to come up to the big city again.  This was the perfect day to see him as it was All Gender Night at the bathhouse there, insuring a crowd.
    We agreed to meet at 8:30pm.  I was a little early.  And so was he. I had stripped to jock, boots and wrist band, with my towel over my shoulder.  I went upstairs to the play area—and there he was giving a seated daddy some head…
     
    He gets up and gives me a hug.  The daddy moves away, so I lead Osvaldo to a dark alcove where bisexual porn is playing.  There are some chairs here and a very tall medical exam table.  A handsome, tatted, late 30’s white guy is getting head from a man my age.  I bend Osvaldo over, so his chest is on the table top.  I kneel and begin eating out his plump ass.  He moans.  I have positioned him so he can watch the other two men.  Osvaldo moans again and grinds his ass into my face.  I switch back and forth from fucking him with my tongue to grinding my bearded chin into his hole.
    “Fuck me, Papi!”  I reluctantly stand up.  My greased clock slides into his welcoming, wet hole.  Across from us, I am pleased to see the older guy is now riding the cock of the tatted guy, bouncing hard on it.  My hand smacks Osvaldo’s full ass.  The sound fills in the small space—and brings in a couple of towel clad men to watch the rutting.
    I pull out and taste his hole once more.  Just a quick lick—and my cock is back up him.  I fuck him hard and fast.
    Tatted guy turns to me.  “Wanna switch?”
    Both bottoms are eager for this.  I pull out as the older man stands up.  He bends over the back of a chair for me.  Osvaldo stays in place.  I love seeing him take cock.  I sink into the older guy’s stretched hole.  Tatted guy delivers a very hard fuck, making Osvaldo pant.
    Just as suddenly, he stops and walks away.  The older guy asks if I’m going to load him.  I tell him I won’t be doing that to anybody for another three hours…
    He pulls off me and goes to suck some cock in the main porn viewing area.  I hunker down behind Osvaldo to taste his hole after the tatted guy’s fuck.  He is wonderfully wet.  Eventually, I stand up and fuck him a little more, before we head to the fuck bench area.
    A very large young man is sitting on an ottoman behind the bench.  Instantly, Osvaldo is on his knees and begins to suck him.  I kneel and fuck Osvaldo, giving the young man a wonderful view of my dick going into his ass.  But the floor is hard.  I suggest we move to the bench.  Osvaldo positions himself on it.  The young guy stands to feed him his cock.  I do a quick rim and stand up to fuck.
    “Is it alright for me to fuck him, too?”
    “Of course.”
    We change places.  Osvaldo hungrily swallows me down, moaning at all the different juices now inside his ass.  The young man has a very small dick.  I pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth and move around so I can pull Osvaldo’s full butt cheeks apart.  It works.  The guy fucks him, panting hard.  Another daddy is in now in Osvaldo’s mouth.  Suddenly the fucker stops and splits.  I inspect the ass crack with my tongue.  It’s not a full load of cum, but incredibly tasty.  I eat some—and fuck some deeper into Osvaldo’s gut, all while he has another man’s cock in his mouth…
    *
    Osvaldo tells me a regular of his has a room.  We go there.  The guy is likely a little older than me, slender and with a good seven inches where it counts.  Osvaldo gets up on the bed and sucks him as I eat his ass once more.  Soon, the older guy turns him and slides into him.  Osvaldo is positioned so it’s impossible for me to use his mouth.  I jerk to the fuck for a while, but the guy has no interest in sharing.  I excuse myself, telling Osvaldo to find me at the sling when he’s done.
    I go upstairs and sit by the sling.  Two men, both around my age, take turns sucking me—one on my cock and one on my balls.  They know how to share.  They are constantly moving, holding my dick for the other to suck.  It’s hot.  I idly wonder if they are partners.
    Osvaldo arrives, conceivably with a load in his ass.  He watches for a moment, then gets in the sling.  “Looks like you are needed over there,” says one of my suckers.   I go over.  My suckers are in no hurry to leave—they want to watch the live porn.  I kneel and taste the juices seeping out of Osvaldo’s ass.  He groans.  I moan and lick away.
    “Stick that big cock in him," one of my suckers says.
    I stand up.  My cock slaps Osvaldo’s cock mound in his jock, before I push into his well fucked hole.  The suckers get up and come closer.  One plays with Osvaldo’s nipples while his buddy jerks off.  I start a slow fuck and build it up until I am rattling the sling chains.  Finally, I have to stop and catch my breath.  I pull out, and quickly go to my knees and bury my face there, as Osvaldo’s juicy ass drips out someone’s load…
    *
    We go to his room.  He takes video after video of him sucking me, of riding me, of me fucking him from behind.  This is my least favorite part of the evening, simply as I know he has a whole library full of video with me in him.  But he loves it.  So, we do it.
    We separate for a time.  He goes off to see who might fuck him without me around.  “You intimidate them, you know,” he smiles.
    I check out the all gender gathering, which is up some back stairs.  They are playing ‘getting to know you’ games.  No sex.  But our tatted friend is now there.  I leave them to it.
    I think I have a willing man as I sit in a downstairs lounge.  He cruises me three times, but won’t make a move to join me on the mattress there.
    Osvaldo finds me instead.  We fuck on the mattress, with him on all fours.  But we both miss the sling.  We go up.
    There is a hetro couple there, sitting in the chairs to the side.  She is wrapped in a towel.  He’s naked and massaging her feet.  Osvaldo doesn’t hesitate.  He hops in the sling.  I go to my knees and eat his wet ass. 
    I stand up and slide in.  The couple is enjoying the show.  The guy’s cock is now hard and he uses it on the massage of the soles of her feet.  I fuck.  I rim.  I have Osvaldo suck my dick straight from his ass.  The two men who sucked me come back.  I motion them over, but they don’t want to block the view of the straight couple, so they stay behind them, now both stroking their dicks.
    It's near midnight.  My balls are telling me it’s time.
    “You want my cum?” I ask, more for the audience, than Osvaldo.
    “You know I do!”
    “I’m really close…”
    I fuck a few more strokes.
    “I want your piss, too!”  His eyes are shining up at me.  He knows how to turn on our oglers. 
    I pick up the tempo of the fuck.  And I start shooting.  My cum spurts and spurts—deep in his hole.  I grab the chains.  My body contorts.  I just hold on.  And wait.  In moments, my cock begins to unload piss in him.  Fuck, it’s endless.  I have tanked up more than I realized.  Over to the side, one of the two suckers fires a load on the floor.  I am still pissing—and tell Osvaldo so.
    “I can feel it.  SOOOO full….”
    I have conveniently tucked my towel under the sling, in case he loses some as I pull out.  He doesn’t.   I go to my knees to clean up his pucker.  The husband actually gives a little gasp of pleasure and surprise as I do it.
    I help Osvaldo out of the sling.  He races to the shower, to video the release of the piss load.  I nod to our audience.  I am pleased the wife can’t take her eyes off the site of my wet cock as I tuck it away…
     
    (Osvaldo sends it to me on the drive home—it is a gorgeous arc of pale yellow streaming out of him for 25 seconds.)
    The original is here, with pics:  From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Takes the Loads   September 13, 2024
  15. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2024
     
    My gig work was starting to get in the way of my playing.  I carved out some time to visit my usual haunt on a Friday afternoon, late in the month.  This was the first step of a weekend of sex, as I was headed up to fuck Osvaldo the next day.  I knew that Saturday would be all about dick in ass…so I was hoping to get my dick sucked this Friday afternoon…
     
    The parking lot has a handful of cars in it.  I go in, out of the heat of the August afternoon.  I see two men sitting next to each other, quite near the door, which is unusual.   One is a man around my age.  He is in shorts and a polo shirt.  He also has his short, fat cock in his hands and is stroking to the straight porn.  Next to him is a man who is at least 10 years older.  He is fully dressed—and looking longingly at the man jerking his dick.  I nod to them and go sit in my regular chair, in this new configuration of the room, where I can keep an eye on both screens (and the jerker.)  I pull out my cock.
    The older man hears the zipper on my pants.  He turns to watch me take my cock out.  It stands up, tall and proud, sticking out above my fist.  Instantly, he is on his feet.  He sits in the chair next to me.  He ogles my cock.  I glance at him.  I see him swallow hard before he speaks.
    “I love to suck,” he whispers.  “You have a beauty.”
    I thank him and turn back to the video.  It is quite hot; I can see why the other guy is jerking so hard to it.
    Once more I hear the whisper.  “May I?  I’m really good at it.”
    I shrug and tell him he can.  It is rather painful to watch him get to his knees.  He uses my knees to help with the descent.  His soft hands take hold of my balls and he leans forward.  And every tooth left in his mouth comes in contact with my cockhead or shaft.  I wince, reminding him to cover his teeth.  He pulls off me with a surprised and wounded look.
    “Nobody tells me that.”  But he makes a show of wrapping his lips over his top set of teeth.  This is better, but not good.  In a moment, he relaxes his vigilance and the teeth connect again.  To the point I am afraid he’ll draw blood. 
    I tell him that’s enough.  With a struggle he sits back up in the chair next to me, a vision of wounded pride.
    I stroke.
    The Talker comes in, nodding to me.  He sits out of my sight line, watching the gay video.
    “Do you suck?”
    The man next to me has opened his fly.  It’s a nub of a dick head, fully hard.  He has shaved his pubic hair to make it look bigger.  I think about helping him out, but on a second glance I notice the shaved skin is an angry red color.  I pass.
    All four of us in the room watch porn and stroke.
    The door opens.  A young man comes in.  His hair is rather long.  He sits in the chairs that line the wall where the straight screen hangs.  He looks right at me.  He is thin, mid 30’s and looks familiar.  I finally place him.  Before he grew his hair out, he was the man who always insisted that we play in a closed booth.  I eventually made him suck me in front of others.  And he learned to enjoy it (though I could never fuck him in front of others.)  I haven’t seen him in months, maybe even a year.
    He nods to me.  I nod back.  I open my legs wider.  He gets up, kneels in front of me and begins to suck.  Such a relief after the other.  Great technique and an incredibly wet mouth.  The older man is not pleased—and yet he watches the shaggy haired young man blow me.
    In moments, The Talker stands up and moves to my side.  He opens his fly and strokes himself hard.  The moment it is, he brings it even with my mouth.  I take him to the root.  He grunts out his pleasure.  Long ago, this would have made the young man run away.  He acknowledges it now, and happily returns to my dick.
    But it’s too much for the older man.  He gets up in a huff, tries his luck with the other stroker, who rebuffs him (again, I assume) and he stomps out. 
    I suck and get sucked.  I notice the stroker get up and come a little closer to us.  He likes the live porn, but he doesn’t want to join us.  In moments he drops his load on the floor.  At the same time, The Talker pulls out of my mouth.  He stuffs himself away and goes out to the lobby, likely to talk.  The stroker runs to the restroom.
    The young man is relentless.  He wants a load.  I hear him unzip and take his cock out, never pausing in the constant up and down on my shaft.  Finally, his knees give out before my balls give up their prize.  He sits in the seat vacated by the older man.  His long, thin cock juts to the ceiling. 
    “Do you want me to take a turn?” I ask, knowing he will say no.
    “Sure…”
    I try not to look surprised.  I kneel and suck his dick.  He is dripping like crazy.  I lap up all his precum and swallow it down, jerking myself.  I realize this might be the way to give him what he wants.  I move to his smallish balls, pulled tight against his body.  I lick them.  He sighs.
    The Talker is back, standing to the side.  Observing and kneading his cock mound through his pants.
    I work my way back up the young man’s shaft.  His dick is a fountain of precum.  I lick him clean.  He moans—deep in his throat.
    That does it.  I stand up and begin to fuck his face.  He is surprised—but loving it.  His own hand is on his wet cock—and then he stops doing that as I fuck his face faster.
    “Give it to him!” hisses The Talker.
    In just a few more strokes, I do.  It has to be a huge load.  It’s been almost a week of no play.  He swallows and swallows.  The young man greedily takes every drop, thrilled I got off in his mouth once more…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Giving Him the Load He Craves    September 11, 2024
  16. FelchingPisser

    Market Days Piss Party

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    "Put It In My Ass!"

    By FelchingPisser,


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

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