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    Taking Turns at the Sling

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Lansing—March, 2024
    After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more.  A lot more.  The next day was Saturday.  I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time.  I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore.  I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon…
     
    I am sitting watching porn.  Stroking.  I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock.  I have made a tour of the place before I settled.  There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner.  There are glory holes.  And a slurp ramp.  Porn is playing everywhere.  (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.)  Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass.  It is just around the corner from the dark room. 
    I stroke.
    A man around my age, enters.  His shirt unbuttoned.  He sinks to his knees in front of me.  He gives me head.  Sort of.  No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth.  I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him.  Nothing.  I excuse myself and go for a walk.
    Men are scattered everywhere.  The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is.  I go behind the slurp ramp.  A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes.  I walk past and mount the platform.  I stick my cock through the opening.  I wait.  I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn.
    I make another circuit.  A young Latin is watching gay porn.  He is stroking a long, thin dick.  He nods at me.  I go over.  And go to my knees.  I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move.  He groans at my tongue work.  He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder.  I come up for air.
    “Let me…” he whispers.
    I stand.  The guy is amazing.  I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root.  Repeatedly.  No teeth.  Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time.  And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air.
    He takes me to the root again.  There is now a spectator, jerking to our action.  I let the young Latin do his thing.  As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head.  I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him.  I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself.  I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it.  Amazing.
    Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  He is panting.  “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers.  I hope I’m around when he wants to…
    “That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform.  He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. 
    “You want some of this?”
    “Yeah, but in my ass.”
    He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt.  I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout…
    *
    I walk around.  Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling.  It’s occupied.  The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down.  His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest.  He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym.  I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole.
    “Jeez…” he moans.  “Fuck me…”
    I stand up.  His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack.  I go back to rimming.  Soon he is begging for my cock.  I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all.  He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it.  All of it.  Ramming in to him again and again.  “Fuck me harder,” he moans.  “Use me like the whore I am.”
    Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch.  One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp.  Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself.  Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking.
    “You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy.
    “You bet.”
    I step to the side.  The new cock slides in.  It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony.  I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking.
    “This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants.  “And didn’t think I’d get…”
    “Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it.  I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole.  I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom.  The hot guy comes to the side of the sling.  He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle.
    “You want his hole?”  I ask.
    He shakes his head. 
    He watches me fuck a little more.  “Yeah, I do.”
    I pull out.  Hot Guy pushes in.  “Damn, he’s wet.” 
    I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom.  Hot Guy pulls out very fast.  He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face.  I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick.  I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head.  I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him.  My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him.  The bottom groans.  The Black top jerks faster.  I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs.
    “Let me fuck in that hole again.”
    I make way.  Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now.  He fucks him harder yet.
    I’m there to clean his cock.
    And fuck.
    This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch.  We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again.
    “I need a break,” moans the bottom.  We get him out to stretch.  There is a waist high bondage table behind us.  He bends over it. I fuck him again.
    “Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top.
    I am close enough to think it’s possible.  I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm.  I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn.  Black Top fucks him briefly.  I can’t tell if he shoots or not.  From the look on his face, I think he has.
    The bottom goes to the locker area.  Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other.  And we kiss, sharing those juices.  It’s electric.  We both feel it.
    I lose track of time.  I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth.  Finally, I have to come up for air.  “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear.  “Would you let me eat your ass?”
    He looks at me in silence.  Fuck, have I ruined it?  Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall.  He gets naked and hops in the sling.  I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are.  I go to my knees.  The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating.
    He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want.  I lick up his sweat.  I share it with him by kissing him deeply.  He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. 
    I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock.  Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on.
    “Come here.”
    I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling.  He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us.  It’s hot.  As fuck. 
    When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together.  Certainly, no way to top it.  He gets dressed and we kiss again.
    We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment.  He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Taking Turns at the Sling   April 2, 2024
  2. FelchingPisser

    "Do You Want a Mouth on That?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—March, 2024
     
    You just never know.  When you are visiting a bathhouse or bookstore you can never predict what is going to happen. Who will be there?  Will they want to play?  It can be part of the fun, when things work in your favor, or it can be a frustrating waste of time.  (But I would still rather go where men are lurking then sit at my computer and try to lure them into playing.)
    I had been doing a lot of fucking with Muscle Ass and at the small group up in Grand Rapids.  Now I really wanted to watch some porn while a good cock sucker made my dick happy.  Friday afternoon at the bookstore had usually proven to be a pretty busy time to go.  So I went, early in March, to get some wet action for my dick…
     
    The parking lot is all but empty.  I think about turning around and going home.  I decide to go in.  I chat with the clerk, piss and go into the straight theatre.  One man is here.  Way down front, kneading his crotch to the porn: very large Black men are fucking very petite white women.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat and pull out my hardening cock.  There is a terrifically loud moaning from the woman on the screen.   The guy pulls out and literally covers her with cum.  The guy watching in front of me, lets out a sound every bit as loud.  I am sure he just shot in his underwear.  He gets up, rather gingerly, and leaves, never to be seen again.
    I stroke.  The Latin guy who always wants to get fucked, but won’t clean out, comes in.  He lingers for a time, baring his ass and fingering himself.  He finally goes over to the gay theatre when I don’t make a move.
    I stroke.
    And stroke.  I think about checking out the other space, but stay where I am.  I am enjoying the porn—it is good and raunchy.  And the cum shots are not always the usual facials of straight porn.  And I do love cum dripping out of holes…
    The door opens.  A white man, in his mid-30’s, comes in.  He stands by the door letting his eyes adjust.  He finds the back wall. carefully, leaning against it.  Only then does he turn and fully see me, hard cock in hand.  He quickly looks to the screen.  But the pull is too great, he turns again.
    “Do you want a mouth on that?”
    “Please.”
    He moves in front of me and kneels.  He’s a good-looking guy.  He tosses his coat and the knit cap from his head over the back of the seats in front of us.  He is medium height and has a muscular torso under a tight flannel shirt and a shaved head.  He unzips and takes out his cock.  I only hear him do that, he is too close to me to see it.  He bends and inhales my crotch. 
    He sighs.  “You smell damn good,” he murmurs.  And then his tongue finds my balls.  I reach for my cock again and stroke as he as tongues my hairy sack.  He is reverently licking each in turn, never trying to Hoover them into his mouth.  I let go and he works his way up my shaft.  He murmurs again as his tongue finds my slick slit.  He licks me clean.  Only then does he oval up and sink down on my shaft.
    I let out a sigh.  This guy is just what I was hoping for.  He’s in no hurry for the pay off.  He is right where he wants to be, tonguing and sucking and deep throating my cock.  I hear him beating his meat.  I only hope he doesn’t get off too soon.
    He looks up at me.  “I need to stand for a minute.”  He does.  I can’t help but notice his thick, hooded cock.  He stretches and goes right back down on his knees.  His mouth engulfs me.  I stand up, my dick never leaving his mouth.  I grab the sides of his head and begin thrusting into his face.  He grunts his approval.  And the hand on his cock strokes it faster.  I slow the tempo of the face fuck.  Finally, to a complete halt.  He pulls off me and pants.
    “Fuck, that’s hot…” he murmurs.
    I sit down.  “Go back to my balls.”
    He nods.  He hunkers down.  There is so much spit in his mouth now after the face fuck, he is just coating them with saliva.  It feels great.  And he keeps murmuring his approval.  “So good…they taste so good…”
    He works back up my dick once more.  He is one of those effortless deep throaters.  A natural.  But he’s tiring.  I can tell.  He reluctantly pulls off me for air. 
    “Do you mind if I take a little break?”
    I don’t.  We chat, as we sit side by side, both stroking to the porn.  He likes the big dicks—and how messy the women get servicing them.
    I surprise him by going to my knees and taking his hooded cock into my mouth.  “Oh, fuck…” he groans.  The moment I do it I know he’s going to shoot.  He has terrific stamina when he’s giving head—and none when the roles are reversed.  “Swallow my load…” he murmurs…and his cock spews out a copious thick wad of jizz.  I swirl it around my mouth and swallow it down.
    I sit back down.  I am guessing, having shot, he’s done.  And I’m right.  He thanks me and leaves.
    I wait.
    No one else arrives.
    I am grateful for the good head—and kick myself for getting him off, when I know he’d have worked more on my cock after the break.
    But the residual taste of his load actually kind of makes up for not blowing my own…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Want a Mouth On That?"   March 30, 2024
  3. FelchingPisser

    A Happy Muscle Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—March, 2024
     
    The small group was the perfect way to end the week.  On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days.  My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way.  He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night.  We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. 
    Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home.  But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things:  how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. 
    It was suddenly late.  “Do we play?” he asked.
    I shrugged and we went downstairs.  “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me.  I shrugged and lost my robe.  I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick…
     
    His tongue feels incredible.  But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees.  I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support.  But now I can’t reach my dick.  Well, not easily.  And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole.
    I let him go for a bit.  He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet.  I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole.  Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. 
    “The sling,” I suggest.
    “Me or you?”
    “You.”
    My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard.   I want to fuck.  He hops in.  I hand him his poppers and go to my knees.  It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue.  He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper.
    I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil.  I stand up and enter him.  On the second try.  Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit?  He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment.  Poppers are sniffed.  I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside.  Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck.  It builds.  Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it.  My hips are slamming into him.  The sound of our rutting fills the small room.
    I pull out.  He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth.  As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM.  He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil.  I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too.
    I fuck him again.   Let him clean me again.  This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue…
    *
    “Damn, you taste good.”
    I am in the sling.  Muscle Ass is eating me out again.  I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me.  I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment.  I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling:  how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. 
    Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking.  I come back to reality slowly.  How long have I been in the sling?  I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided.  I tell him I need to fuck him again.
    We trade places.  I fuck him.  And then go for the toys.  I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker.  The small butt plug goes in easily tonight.  I turn it.  I pound my fist on it.  I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again.
    I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size.  He took the first two last time.  The first goes in with ease.   I work a little harder with the second.  I try for the third.  Nope.  He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep.
    I go to my finger.  The middle one.  The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool.  I stand up.  I make a better entry into him this time.  I fuck him.  Hard.  My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight.  I fuck.
    “Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers.
    I fuck him harder.  I am so close.  I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge.  I pull out and kneel.  I plaster my face into his used ass.  It does the trick.  I’m there.  I stand up and realize I will not make it into him.  I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off.  I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it.  Some I finger into his ass.  For a moment I think he’s going to shoot.  I think he does, too.  And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs.  I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop.  His hole is happy—that’s all that matters…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Happy Muscle Ass  March 28, 2024
  4. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—March, 2024
    (Picking up where we left off…see the previous post)
    The moment I say it, coming up from licking the Host’s ass, Latin Top pulls him around by the hips and sinks his long dick into him.  The Host groans out his pleasure.  Tall Top slides into the Young Cub.  I am still on my knees from rimming the Host.  Latin Top’s ass is right there.  Careful not to break his rhythm, I make my tongue connect with his hole on the back stroke.  He grunts his approval, and even slows his fuck speed, bending a little to give me better access.  I dig in, eating his hole and licking his balls, that are smashed up against the Host’s ass.
    I come up for air and he resumes fucking.  Then he pulls his cock out of the Host and presents it to my eager mouth.  I clean the juices off him.
    “Now you fuck him.”
    I stand up and do just that.  His fingers caress my ass as I fuck.  I fuck harder—and then pull out.  He goes to his knees and cleans my dick just as eagerly as I did his.   The Host pivots around and licks my balls at the same time.
    Partners are changed. I let Latin Top fuck the Young Cub on all fours.  The Host worms his way under the cub so he can suck his dick at the same time.  I fall into a 69 with the Tall Top…
    *
    Tall Top is back inside the Host.  He lies there from where I left him and the Host is riding his wet cock.  They are lost in their own world.  Latin Top and I take Young Cub back to the sling.  I go first.  Rim and fuck and let the other top clean me up.  Then he rims and fucks the cub and I clean him.
    It’s my turn to fuck.  I go to my knees to eat out Young Cub’s juicy hole.  He is making lube like crazy.  Coconut oil is everywhere.  Not to mention all that precum of ours.  I groan as my tongue finds it all.  I feel the movement beside me rather than see it.  Latin Top has joined me on his knees.  I move aside so he can have a taste.  He moans just as deeply as he laps up the combined juices.  He pulls out and pulls me towards him.  We kiss.  There is a mirror suspended from the ceiling.  Young Cub watches us make out, sharing all the juices from his thoroughly fucked ass.   “Fuck, that’s hot…” he whispers.
    We break the kiss and I go back in for more.  This time, Latin Top holds me in place.  I quite like the feel of his big hand on the back of my head as I slurp up more ass juice.  But I need to catch a breath.  I try to—and can’t.  It is an interesting mix of panic and heightened excitement.  Just as I am about to push away more forcefully, he lets me go and pulls me into another sloppy kiss…
    *
    We are back to fucking Young Cub in the sling.  Whoever is not in his ass is standing to the side making the cub lick their dick clean.
    Suddenly, there is a gasp from the bedroom.  Tall Top has just shot.  We all want to be there.  The Host lies, exhausted and panting, on one side of the bed.  Latin Top is there first.  He dives into the Host’s hole.  I clean up Tall Top.  Young Cub stands to the side jerking his cock.
    “Let me fuck him.” 
    Latin Top moves aside.  We all watch Young Cub pull the Host onto his knees.  His slightly above average cock slides into the cummy hole.  “You want more cum?” he grunts out.
    “Load me,” pants the Host.  “Give it to me.”
    It takes no time at all.  Young Cub shoots a load that just keeps on coming, making him shake.   The moment he pulls out, two things happen.  Latin Top bends Young Cub over and begins to fuck him ruthlessly.  The Host pulls me down to lie on the bed—and he sits on my face.  My tongue finds his puffy ass lips and parts them.  Instantly, I get a drip of cum in my mouth.  He pushes a little.  Now it is a stream.  A steady drip.  My cock is rock hard as I eat the mix of two men’s seed from the Host’s hot ass. 
    As much as I would like to watch Latin Top load Young Cub, I am right where I want to be.  I hear the cum shot instead of see it. The Host rolls off my face.  “Go eat some more.”  He goes for Latin Top’s cock and clean him up and I dive into Young Cub’s slick ass crack.
    “Eat my load!” Latin Top rasps out. 
    I taste it, but it’s deep with that long dick of his.  I rear back and fuck in it instead. 
    “Fuuuuuck…” moans Young Cub.
    “Churn that load,” from the Host, pulling off the spent dick in his mouth.
    I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  Ready to shoot.                   
    And I do.  I gasp and hold on to his hips.  I can’t move for a long time.  The other three go downstairs.
    “Stay,” I whisper in the cub’s ear.
    He’s not going anywhere.
    I slide out and move down.  I have truly churned the loads and my big flared cock head has dragged them out.  I lick and swallow.  My cock will not go down.  I jerk it as I lick him out.
    And I suddenly think there is more.  I take a hit of his poppers—and push inside.  I spray more cum into his overused hole…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Night of the Long Dicks (A Cummy Conclusion)  March 25, 2024
  5. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—March, 2024
    The man who organizes and hosts great group sex at his home, sent me a text.  A top had suggested that he try a smaller number of guys.  The host was aiming for three tops and two bottoms.  Would I be interested in coming north to play?  I would.  He asked for me to bring the rimseat.  I packed it and set off after an early dinner…
     
    I look at my phone as I park.  The text tells me to just come in the house for the host is already taking dick.  I go in.  I can hear the Host moaning upstairs.  I leave the rimseat on the dining room table (how appropriate!) and strip to my jock and boots.  I tuck my lube in my waist band and go upstairs.  At the top, to the right, is his bed—empty.  To the left of the stairs is the sling room where, tonight, there is also a couch against one wall.   The Host is grinding his petite ass down on a long dick.   I can see nothing of the top but his long legs.
    Instinct takes over.  I kneel and begin licking the balls of the top.  The are awash with coconut oil and the Host’s ass juices.  I grunt.  The Host reaches behind him and rubs the freshly cropped hair on my head in welcome.  And then he pulls off the dick.  It slaps me on the chin before I dive for it and tongue him clean.
    “Now fuck him,” says the top, who I still can’t really see.
    I lube up and enter the Host for the first of many times that night.  It’s an awkward angle, but still hot.  His small ass is stretched and ready for dick.  He takes me, squeezing down on me as I fuck.  My legs are in a deep knee bend to fuck him.  It can’t last long.  I pull out and the Host suggests we move to the bed.
    I see the other top.  He is a man I’ve not met before at these gatherings.  He is tall and rangy, around my age, with only slightly receding dark hair.  His dick is long and thin.  And he can’t stop talking about my cock.  “That thing is huge.”
    The moment we are on the bed, the two men begin licking me.  The top is on my juicy cock and the Host is licking my balls. 
    “You like the taste of his ass on my dick?” I grunt out.
    He groans his assent and keeps cleaning me up.  The tall top finally comes up for air. 
    “Let me see you fuck him.  The Host goes to all fours and I plow into him.  After a moment, the Host crawls on top of Tall Top, his knees on either side of his chest.  Tall Top wraps his arms around him and holds him in place.  I fuck him harder now.
    When I pull out, they both slobber over my cock.  This makes Tall Top incredibly vocal.  He pulls off my dick and fucks the Host roughly, calling him names and telling just what we are going to do to him tonight.
    And a younger, versatile cub, well known to me from our bigger sessions arrives. (Young Cub is truly vers—at the big groups he loves to fuck until he loads someone and then he’s all submissive bottom for the rest of the night.)  He kneels and gives me head as the others continue to fuck.  Soon everyone is taking turns sucking on everyone else.  As Tall Top sucks Young Cub, I go behind him and begin to rim the new arrival.  He bends, to let me in between his full ass cheeks.  The Host lies on the bed, stroking to the two tops working over his friend.  Then he takes over the cock sucking.  I keep slurping at his hole.
    “Side by side.  On all fours,” I bark out.
    Young Cub and the Host do just what I command.  I push some coconut oil up Young Cub.  Tall Top adds some to his own cock.  He slides into the host just as my dick pops through Young Cub’s tight pucker.
    Young Cub gasps.  “I never start with your cock.  Shit!”
    But he is tonight.  And taking it beautifully.  I love side by side action.  We fuck our respective bottoms in very different rhythms.  The temperature in the room climbs.
    “Let’s switch.” 
    We both pull out and move to the new man.  I love that we both go to our knees and eat out the man that the other has just been fucking.  Tall Top is every bit as piggish as I am.  At the same time, we stand up and enter the other man.  Fuck, they feel so different.  Young Cub just starting the night of debauchery and the Host already wet and sloppy.  We both plow into their asses relentlessly.
    We switch again.  Tall Top flips the host onto his back and fucks him, panting hard. 
    “Let’s go to the sling,” Young Cub whispers.  We do.  I eat his well fucked hole for a long time.  As I stand, I can still see the fucking on the bed.  This is a treat for me.  I have fucked Young Cub many times, but he is always in demand at the bigger groups.  It’s great to spend more time working his ass.
     “It’s odd,” he whispers to me at one point to.  “I rarely get fucked when my dick’s still hard.  It actually makes me even hornier.” 
    My wet cock head has been teasing his hole as he says this.  I push in.  He groans as his hole flowers open.  I fuck him long and hard.  I take my wet dick to his mouth.  He cleans me as best he can from the side of the sling.  I go back and eat his ass.  He is now wet.  Really wet.  I eat and spit and share some of his juices with him, leaning across his body to feed him.
    I fuck him again.  This time standing still, but pushing the sling away from me and pulling it back to slap into my hips.  Young Cub loves this.
    I eat his hole.  When I stand up Latin Top, a young man with a shaved head and a regular here and at my bookstore, is standing next to us.  He watches me fuck, stroking his long, thick cock.  I ask if he wants a turn.  He does, briefly, pounding away into Young Cub.
    Then the three of us go into the bedroom.
    The guys on the bed welcome us back. Five mouths are everywhere.  Cocks are sucked.  Asses are eaten.
    “Jeez,” says Tall Top.  “Another big dick.”
    I come up from eating out the Host’s used hole.  “It’s the Night of the Long Dicks...”
     
    (I didn’t know this would be a two part-er, but there is still so much to tell…so until next time!)
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Night of the Long Dicks (Part One)    March 24, 2024
  6. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—February, 2024
     
    Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts.  He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time.  I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks.  (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.)  We kept chatting.  And we both got hornier.  Finally, I gave in.  I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday.  He jumped at it.
    I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed.  I sent a text.  He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink.  We chatted a little as I made tea.
    He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs.  I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum…
     
    I stand by the base of the sling.  He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday.   I am hard.  He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me.  He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit.  I move aside and he hops in the sling.  I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him.  I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet.
    “I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me.  I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical.  I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time.  I stand up.  I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle.  I slide in.  He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers.  The moment the cap is on, he is ready.  I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck.  Slow and deep.  He groans.  I speed up.  I am fucking hard now.  I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. 
    I go back to his ass and fuck him again. 
    Once more he cleans me. 
    The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick.  When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own.  He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick.  But it goes in.  He sighs when it snaps into place.  I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open.
    I go back.  The toy comes out.  I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again.  I fuck him.  I grab the egg headed dildo.  I smear it with the oil.  He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head.  (and he wants my hand?)  I replace the toy with my dick.  One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench.
    We move to the other station.  The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest.  He gets on it.  His ass is spread naturally.  I kneel and eat him out.  Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side.  “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.”
    This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible.  I stand up and fuck.  Muscle Ass groans.  I pick up the speed.  My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass.  The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible.
    I pull out for more ATM.  Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him.  He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth.  He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole.  I go back for another fuck.  Another cleaning.
    “I want to lick your ass.”
    I get in the sling.
    MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum.  His tongue goes down the shaft.  He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass.  I groan…and lose track of time.  He fucks me with his tongue.  He licks in and around my pucker.  He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue.  This makes both of us want more.  He goes back to his knees and begins it all again.
    A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world.  I tell him we should switch.  He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play.  He takes the cool metal easily now.  I start to crank.  Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate.  He groans.
    “Wider!”
    I do it.  I keep cranking.  Two fingers go in to fill him up.
     He moans.  I keep cranking.  I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. 
    PIC
    Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place.  I fuck him, nice and slow.  The metal is no longer cool.  It is the temperature of his hot ass.  I take a picture of me in him, too.
    PIC
    I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. 
    I fuck him again.  He is actually easier to get into.  I grab the ball toy.  Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third.
    The porn concludes.  This means it is midnight.  And I am feeling it.
    I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load.  But I know I am trying too hard. 
    I let him rim me a little more.  Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. 
    We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not.  I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… 
     
    The original is here, with pictures of us:  From My Side of the Sling: I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass   March 22, 2024
  7. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—February, 2024
     
    He found me on BBRT.  We quickly progressed to text.  He was from out of state and working in Michigan.  He wanted to be used hard.  As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit.  He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed.  He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it.  He chose his blog name himself:  Muscle Ass.
    He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use…
     
    Muscle Ass is Italian and well built.  His arms look huge.  He wears a jock and a matching cloth harness. He is standing in the playroom, looking at the porn.  He has forgotten a cock ring.  I pull some out—and then find a soft latex one that GaryM left behind.  He puts it on.
    “Now let me suck that cock…”
    I stand by the base of the sling so he can kneel on the padded part of the floor.  He devours my dick.  He’s good.  I love the way he includes my balls.  His tongue is restless, exploring every inch of my dick.
    I let out an appreciative moan.   “I really want to taste your ass,” I finally tell him.  Muscle Ass climbs up on the bench.  He’s not lying.  It is a thickly muscled butt.  The kind you have to pull the cheeks apart.  I do just that.  And dig in. His hole is damp from the shower.  His hole is responsive to my tongue.  MA groans and his hole opens slightly.  My tongue goes deeper.  He is one of those men who self-lube and he is getting wetter by the minute.  I slobber a ton of spit into him.  I am stroking my cock with coconut oil.  I spit one last time and stand up. 
    I push.  His hole is not a straight shot.  But I sink into him.  He is tight, but he quickly relaxes and his hole welcomes me in.  I fuck, with slow, long strokes.  I pull out.
    “Give it to me.”
    I walk around and he devours my cock.  He groans around the thick shaft in his mouth, making my dick vibrate.  I let him clean me up before I go back to his muscle ass.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I fuck again, still taking an extra moment to find the right angle to get into him.  I fuck him hard…and send him up to the shower for a quick rinse.
    Once we’ve cleaned up, we move to the sling.  I eat his freshly rinsed hole and fuck him hard.  I see his hands constantly fondling the wrist restraints that hang from the chain above the D rings.  I know he wants them on him.  I pull out of his ass and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  I fasten the first restraint on him as he sucks my dick.  I pull out of his mouth, my wet cock swinging, as I fasten the second restraint.  I go back and do the same for his ankles.  He waits, expectantly.  I just go to my knees and lick his ass.  And fuck him.  And give him his ass juices to taste once again.
    “You said you wanted to eat my ass?” I ask.
    He nods.  Enthusiastically.  We change places in the sling.  I keep my legs on the chains at first.  He digs into me. He likes my hole—and tells me so, telling me he loves how tight I am.  He begins to rim me, trying to get as deep as I got into him. 
    I take the stirrups, slip them down to my knees and then fasten them next to my head.  This position lifts my ass up and gives him full access.  He licks and spits.  “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” 
    I tell him his tongue is great—and all I need.
    I lose track of time.  He is right where he wants to be—so neither of us are bothered by it.  I come back to reality and tell him I want to use the restraints.  He assumes I will attach him to the sling, but instead I flatten out the bench to the table position.  I add the mat on top.  He sits and rolls onto his back.  I hook the spreader bar between the ankle restraints.  
    “Hold this.”
    He takes it. 
    “Pull it to your chest.”
    He does and that muscle ass rolls up and into position.  I lick and fuck him.  When I pull out, I push the bar even closer to him, changing the angle slightly.  I fuck him once more.
    Once I detach the bar, I grab the hogtie and at hook all four restraints to it.  His eyes glaze as I push them down and fuck his ass once again…
    *
    We take a break, sitting on the bed.  He is eyeing the rimseat.  I pull it out.  “Who’s under it first?” I ask.
    He wants to be.  He gets under.  And poppers up.  I lower the seat and sit on his handsome face.  As always, I am amazed at how different it feels—how my hole is so exposed to his probing tongue.  I take a hit myself and watch the porn on the big screen television.  His tongue is deep and his cock is rock hard—jutting out of the soft pouch of his jock.  I let him work on me for a long time.
    I stand up and help him to his feet.  “I want to fuck you once more before I eat your hole.”
    I instruct him to just lean in, chest to the sling.  I fuck him.  I pull out so just my head is still in his ass.  I let go a couple of spurts of piss.  Muscle Ass groans.
    I get under the rimseat.  He sits.  My tongue pokes into him.  It’s not a lot of piss, but just a nice trickle into my mouth as I tongue him.  The fuck has reactivated all his ass juices.  It’s a heady concoction.  My own cock begins to drool heavily as I slurp it all down.
    “I need to breed you,” I mumble.
    “Where?”
    “Sling!”
    He gets into the sling and finds the stirrups with ease.  I kneel and lick his wet hole once more.  I stand up and push in. 
    “Give it to me,” he groans.
    It takes just a few strokes.  It’s late and I need to explode.  Just thinking that sends me off.  A big load, spurted deep.
    I pant and grab the bars above the sling.  Muscle Ass is squeezing down on me.  Hard.  He is jerking his own dick.  “Don’t pull out…”
    I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.  In another moment he shoots his cum all over his abs.  He’s a massive shooter.  His ass relaxes and I slide out.  My hand swipes through his load.  I smear it on his gaping pucker—and lick up the mix of his cum and mine, which is leaking from his ass…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Late Night with Muscle Ass    March 20, 2024
  8. FelchingPisser

    "Anytime You See Me"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—February, 2024
     
    I came home from the bathhouse fully sated.  Or so I thought.  But when I awoke on Saturday, all I could think about was more sex.  So, I worked around the house in the morning and had a light lunch.  From past experience, I remembered that Saturday afternoons at the bookstore usually had quite a mix of men.  Off I went…
     
    The parking lot is almost half full.  As I grab my water bottle and tuck it into my coat pocket, three men leave the building, looking very pleased with themselves.  They all get in different vehicles, and suddenly the lot seems to be a little sparse. 
    I go in.
    The straight theatre is empty but for the guy who strokes his dick with a condom on it using his latex gloved hand.  He is slumped in the corner, turning the cocksucker’s seat into a spot for a nap.  I actually wake him up by closing the door.
    I sit.
    He strokes for a bit, before nodding off again.
    The video is good and I wait for the afternoon crowd to arrive.
    But they don’t.
    One man, clearly intent to just watch the video, comes in and sits way in front of me so I can’t see him take his dick out.
    I wait.
    I finally go next door to the gay theatre.  There is one man here.  A larger guy in his late 40’s.  He is stroking to the very young twinks on the screen.  I pull my cock out and sit across from him.  He glances at me, but is much more interested in the young guys on the screen.
    We sit there for two long scenes of the video.  Finally, I ask if he wants any help with his dick.  To my surprise, he nods.  I kneel in front of him.  It’s a small cock, very red and wet.  And ready to go.  I get his load in under 30 seconds.
    He leaves.  I go next door as the twinks are now being forced to act.
    No change here, except the man way down front has finished up and left.  This time, the closing of the door does not disturb the sleep of latex guy.
    I stroke.
    I go for a piss.  On the way to the restroom, I see a couple of men buy passes for the arcade.  I think about doing the same, but I really hate how cramped it is in there.  I go back to the gay theatre.  The movie has changed.  A good Skynmen flick.   
    I stroke.
    The door opens.  A handsome guy in his 30’s enters.  I’m sure I’ve seen him here before.  He has a great, very well kept, beard (reminding me of Jacob).  He stands in the far corner from me, but in my line of sight.  His hand goes into his open fly.
    And I remember.  A few months ago, he had tried a number of mouths—and no one could get him off.  I told him I’d do it right…and got his load.
    We chat.  The video, the weather, the time I saw him here before.
    He remembers me. 
    “I’m really glad you’re here.”
    He finally takes out his dick.
    “Would you suck me off again?”
    I get up and go to him.  I kneel.  His cock gets fully hard by my doing just that.  I take him into my mouth.  He’s above average, but still of a size where I can do all my tongue work.  He sighs and holds on to my shoulders. 
    I do every trick on him I know. 
    “I love that you swallow…” he murmurs.
    I don’t have to work very long on him.  His breathing changes.  His cock explodes.  It’s a young man’s big load.  Thick and creamy.
    He let’s me clean him up.  Every drop.
    “You can suck my dick any time you see me,” he grins as he zips up and leaves.
    I make one more tour.  Nothing has changed.  I cut my losses and call it a day…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Any Time You See Me"   March 16, 2024
  9. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—February, 2024
    The stars finally aligned and Osvaldo and I were both available at the same time.  This is the Latin young man I had met at a bathhouse—and where we have played each time we have met.  He loves to video our fuck when we are locked in a room.  This is also the man who hurt himself with a large toy and had a long recovery when we couldn’t play.  We, of course, agreed to meet at our usual haunt in late February.  We chose not to do a CumUnion night, and I think it proved to be a great choice.
    Neither of us have an issue with our playing with other people.  I actively want him to get fucked and loaded for me.  On this Friday, I got there a little before our meet time.  As I was tossing my clothes in the locker, I got a text from him that stated his clean out was taking longer tonight.  He’d be late.  I told him not to hurry—after all, we both wanted the playground ready for play.   I tucked my phone into my locker and shut the door.  I was wearing my usual jock and boots, with a leather wrist band, and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder.  My cock was already plumping and filling the jock pouch as I went up the steps to the various play areas…
     
    I take a tour to see if anything has changed.  There is lots of porn playing everywhere.  I find the medical exam table, the sling, and an uncomfortable looking fuck bench each in their own nook.  Men are sitting and watching the various screens, towels on.  There is one man, ass up on the bench.  Down a couple of steps is the sauna and a large screen porn viewing area with theatre style seats.  I sit there and stroke to very young European men on the screen.
    A handsome man in his late 40’s nods to me.  He has a terrific chest from hard work at the gym.  I nod back.  He watches me stroke.  Soon he moves near me and sits one seat away.  In moments, he is on his knees and sucking my cock.  A guy, coming out of the sauna.  He stops and watches us.  Eventually, the guy on my dick asks if I would come back to his room to fuck him.  I tell him I have just arrived—I would love to do that a little later.  He nods and goes into the sauna.  Almost instantly, he come out with a slightly younger man who doesn’t bother to cover his slender and long, hard cock.  Off they go to his room, but not before the built guy grabs a condom from the box near the stairs.
    I watch the movie.  I stroll around the various areas.  Near the medical table I stop and watch a man on his knees sucking the cock of another member.  Finally, I head to the sauna.   It is warm and welcoming, not blisteringly hot.  A well-maintained man of my age is there.  He is nude, sitting on his towel.  I sit next to him on the higher bench.  In moments, he is stroking my cock lightly.  He bends and sucks it, before realizing the side angle is horrible.  He moves to kneels on the seat below me.  He has a great mouth—and I tell him so.
    The door opens.  The young man with the long cock is back from being taken to the room.  He takes the seat vacated by the man sucking my cock.  He strokes.  He reaches out and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the mouth.
    “He’s good, isn’t he?”  he finally murmurs in my ear.  I nod and gently nudge the more than willing cocksucker to suck my seat companion.  He moves over and sucks the long, slender cock.  The young man takes my cock in my hands and runs his fingers over the wetness left behind from the sucker.  “Nice, Daddy.  You’re even thicker than me.” 
    This spurs the sucker to come back to me.  I stroke the young man.  He’s correct.  We are the same length—I just have more girth.  The door opens.  Another man in his 60’s enters, looking very much like the guy on our dicks.  He wastes no time kneeling on the bench and sucking the young man.  I work the young man’s nipples and he has a hand on my balls.  Surprisingly, he leans my way and kisses me.  Briefly, but with incredible passion.
    I urge the men to switch cocks.  They do.  I vaguely wonder if they are partners, but am distracted by another kiss from the young man.  Suddenly, the man who came in second, rears up and shoots a load on the floor of the sauna.  He grabs his towel and leaves.  The cocksucker who is left comes up for air.  “Will you fuck me?”
    “Which?” I ask, glancing at my hung seat companion.
    “You go first,” the young man tells me. 
    The sucker bends, taking the young man in his mouth again.  I go to the rough wood floor of the sauna and eat out his plump ass.  This makes the young man groan.  “Get him wet, Daddy.”  I do.  Lots of spit, while I lube my cock.  I stand up and my cock slaps his ass cheek.  I push, slowly, inside.  The sucker stops sucking and gasps out for me to go slow.  I do.  I am a snug fit in his meaty ass.  They young man is smirking.  “I should have opened him up…”
    I begin a slow fuck.  The guy goes back to sucking.  I am really enjoying this moment.  I love watching my stroke push the guy forward, down on the cock he’s taking in his mouth.  I pickup the tempo.  He groans around the slender cock in his mouth.
    “Fuck him!”
    I do.  Harder.  Showing off a little, perhaps.  “Your turn,” I pant.
    I pull out.  Fuck.  The guy hadn’t cleaned deep enough for me.  I go off to wash up.
    When I’m back, the cocksucker is gone (to fix things, I hope) but the young man is still there.  I sit next to him.  He kisses me again—which leads to him sucking my cock.  He is good.  Even from the more awkward angle of sitting next to me and leaning down.  “That’s a mouthful,” he gasps when he eventually pulls off me.  I move around and take a turn sucking him.  He is super long, but so slender he doesn’t choke me in the least.  My hand reaches around and strokes his ass as I do it.  He moves, allowing my finger to graze his tight pucker.  I so want to eat his ass…
    The door opens.  It is the first guy, with the gym-built chest.  The young man was with him for such a short time, I expect him to leave, but his cock is still in my mouth.  I pull off him.  The guy with the great chest bends to suck the slender cock.  I move around and lick GymBuiltChest’s open hole.  The young man reaches down and pulls the full cheek’s apart so my tongue can go deeper.
    “Fuck him,” he tells me.
    GymBuiltChest groans around the cock in his mouth.  It is definitely an affirmative.
    “I don’t have a condom,” I say bluntly.
    “Just fuck me,” GBC says, briefly pulling off the cock in front of him.
    I grease myself as I eat.  I stand up and slide in.  His ass is wet and inviting.  He squeezes down as I inch my way in.  He also stops sucking until he has my balls slapping against his ass.  I fuck him slowly.  He resumes sucking the long dick in front of him.  I slap the guy’s ass.  I love the way his ass responds, tightening down on me.
    The young man gets up.  He kneels to the side.  His eyes are riveted to my bare cock plowing into this guy.  I wonder if he wants a turn, raw this time, but I don’t say anything.  He strokes his cock as he watches me fuck.  And suddenly he is out the door.
    “Let’s get out of the heat and back to my room.”
    I agree.  We go downstairs.  His room is right off the locker room.  He shuts the door and he takes my cock in his mouth.  It is a short suck.  He’s all about his ass.  He rummages in his bag and hands me a Magnum. 
    What the fuck?  He just took me raw.  But I’m good and roll it down my cock.  It’s a decent fuck, but after being in him raw, I don’t feel much.  I really miss his wetness.  He is blissfully unaware, jut feeling full, bent over, his gorgeous chest pressed to the mattress.
    Moments later, he pulls off me, thanks me and sends me away.  I check my phone.  Osvaldo is now 20 minutes away.  I go back upstairs to the play area.  I hear moans and slurping sounds.  I follow the noise.
    The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees.  He is servicing three men who stand around him.  He goes from one dick to the next.  And the next.  The guys make room for me to join them.  By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down…
     
    (Lots more to come.  Osvaldo isn’t even here, yet…)
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Fun, Part One: Waiting for Osvaldo   March 12, 2024
  10. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—February, 2024
     
    (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)
     
    The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees.  He is servicing three men who stand around him.  He goes from one dick to the next.  And the next.  The guys make room for me to join them.  By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down.
    I groan as the young man’s lips hits my pubes, deep throating me effortlessly.  I look at the other men waiting their turn to get back in his mouth.  The guy to my left is an athletic looking guy in his early 40’s.   Just as I’m making a mental note of this guy, he reaches out and guides the young man’s head to his short, but thick, cock.  I watch the young man really open wide to take this guy.
    “Suck him good.”  It’s the next guy in line to be serviced.  He is likely mid-30’s, with a rather gangly body and a shaved head.  He is in a jock with a nice hard cock jutting out from behind the folds of the pouch.  The last guy is an older bear.  He is very hairy with a short dick, that keeps dripping precum all the time.  As I am standing next to him, my finger swipes across his dick and I bring it to my mouth, making him grin.
    The young man pivots again.  In a matter of minutes, he works around the whole group.  He stands.  The athletic guy takes his place.  All of us take turns in his mouth.  When he stands, I go to my knees.  I taste all four men.
    The Athletic Guy replaces me on his knees.  He is determined to get the young man with the long thin cock off.  I want him to breed Osvaldo.  But the Athletic Guy wins.  “I’m gonna shoot,” moans the young man.  And he does.  Athletic Guy swallows his load greedily.  When he pulls off him, I bend to lick the last drop oozing from that long dick.
    The spent young man and the Athletic Guy go off.  Shaved Head bends to suck on the Bear.  I move around and kneel so I can lick Shaved Head’s hot ass as he blows the Bear.  This excites the bigger guy almost as much as the mouth on his dick.
    “Lick his sweet ass, man,” he moans.  I get him good and wet.  He occasionally grinds back on my face as he sucks the dick. 
    And Osvaldo arrives.  He stands next to us, his hand kneading the front of his designer jock.  I keep rimming for a moment before I stand.  “Get on the fuck bench,” I tell him.  Osvaldo is more than ready.  He jumps up on it.  They other two guys watch as I eat Osvaldo for the first of what will be countless times tonight.  The Bear moves around and feeds Osvaldo his cock.  Shaved Head stands next to me and murmurs “Eat his ass.  That tongue is so good!”
    Osvaldo grunts something around the dick in his mouth.
    I stand up and fuck him.  Faster and harder than I really mean too.  He takes it.  And loves it.  Even pulling off the dick in my mouth to tell me to fuck him harder.
    The bench is not a good one.   It’s hard and makes the bottom be at odd angles.  Osvaldo asks to move to the sling as he’s really uncomfortable.  We do.  The Bear accompanies us.  Now he just works Osvaldo’s nips as I eat his freshly fucked ass—and fuck it again.
    *
    We are in his room.  He has a big double bed tonight.  He is between my legs and filming himself sucking me.  Then he props the phone up to his backpack and films himself sitting on my wet and leaking cock. 
    I take a turn, holding the camera as I fuck him from behind.  Then he films me eating his ass.  Finally, I tell him I need to not be thinking about the filming but the fucking.  I open the door and fuck him bent over the bed.  Three or four men stop at different times to watch us rut, but no one is brave enough to come inside.
    We decide to go up to the medical exam table where we have had luck before with men using his him—not just watching us.  It’s a dark corner of the bathhouse—and it does the trick.  The moment he bends over the table and I begin eating out his freshly fucked hole a man arrives and sticks a dick in his mouth. 
    This is my cue to stand up and fuck.  The guy, a thick daddy around my age, is turned on by this.  He has to pull out of Osvaldo’s mouth to keep from cumming.
    “You want to put that load in his ass?”
    The guy can’t believe his luck.  I pull out and he comes over.  His cock disappears in between Osvaldo’s butt cheeks.  I move around and Osvaldo cleans my cock.
    “Holy fuck…” the guy is moaning.  And shooting into Osvaldo.  I move around.  He refuses my offer to clean his dick.  But he stays long enough to see me sink my cock into Osvaldo’s now cummy hole.  I love the new slickness.  I fuck him.  And make him clean the excess cum off my cock.
    Another man, younger and thinner, arrives.  He only uses Osvaldo’s mouth.  But he loves watching me fuck while he gets head.  He saves his load.
    An older guy comes in.  He watches.  The sight of our fuck gets him hard.  He let’s Osvaldo suck him.  I keep fucking Osvaldo’s cummy ass.
    We break and go our separate ways.  Osvaldo knows that some men won’t fuck him in front of me.  He goes off to his room and leaves the door open while he is ass up on the bed.
    I go to the sling.  The man who was on the bench when I first arrived is now in the sling.  He’s in his 40’s and in good shape, with a lush head of dark hair.  His ass looks even hotter cradled by the leather of the sling than it did on the bench.  I go over and eat his butt.
    “Can you taste the load?” he murmurs.
    Honestly, I can’t.  But it makes me work even harder on his slightly puffy hole.  Finally, I stand up to fuck.  I slide into him.  My cock head feels the warmth—the guy, whoever he was, shot deep.  I idly wonder if the hot young man with the long, slender dick had a second load in his nuts.
    I fuck.  And fuck.  Until the guy asks for a break.
    Osvaldo arrives, just as he is getting out of the sling.
    “I have a load, Daddy,” he announces.
    He hops in the sling.  I can taste this one.  It’s dribbling out of him.  I lick it up and push it back in.  The dark-haired guy hasn’t gone anywhere.  He is watching me do to Oswaldo what I just did to him. 
    I stand up and fuck.  The dark-haired guy’s eyes are riveted to my cock as it saws in and out.  He drops his towel.  He is now hard.  He moves closer.  Osvaldo cranes around so he can suck the guy’s cock.
    I pick up the pace.  I am slamming into Osvaldo’s ass.
    “I’m gonna shoot.  Let me load him for you…”
    I step back.  The dark-haired guy moves quickly and plunges his average cock into Osvaldo.  He is just in time.  He groans and unloads, his whole body shaking as his cock spews out cum.  He slowly pulls out.  He lets me lick up a drop that is oozing out of him.  He moves to let Osvaldo do the real cleaning as I kneel and felch his load.  I am so hungry for it; I swallow it down.
    I stand up and slide inside.  There is so much semen in his ass now.  I fuck—and suddenly I am there, too, spewing my load into Osvaldo.  He takes his mouth off the cock in front of him and turns to look at me.
    “Remember what you promised…” he blurts out.
    I just nod.  I am breathless and can’t begin to put words together.  I rock in place, moving my cock slightly, reveling in the feel of yet another load in him.  My plumbing connects.  I hold still and begin to piss.  Osvaldo’s eyes get big.  He can feel the heat and the weight.  Last time I pissed his hole here he ran to the shower and filmed himself squirting it out.  Tonight, I have other plans.  I let my bladder empty.  I pull out gingerly, keeping it all in his ass.  I kneel.  Osvaldo groans.  He knows what I want.  He sends a spurt of piss, mixed with all that cum, into my mouth.  And another.  And yet one more…making my cock drool the remnants of my load onto the floor…
    *
    Osvaldo texted me later.  He still had a ton of piss in him after I stopped drinking.  He filmed it again—another geyser erupting out of his hole.  He stayed on after I left—and took at least three more loads…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Fun, Part Two: "Let Me Load Him For You"   March 14, 2024
  11. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—February, 2024
    Braydon, the cub who loves to share his hole, wanted to meet.  We couldn’t decide whether to use the playroom or hope for some willing men at the bookstore.  Our love of sharing his hole won.  We met at the bookstore, in the straight theatre, around 2pm…
     
    I am sitting against the wall.  Opposite me is a man stroking to the porn.  He has pulled his cock low, so he is jerking, with his cock pointing to the floor, so I can’t see it.  A man sits next to him and offers to help.  He does, but somehow makes the guy getting the hand job upset.  He pulls his cock out of the helper’s hand and hides it away under his shirt tail.
    Braydon arrives.  I know he got here before me.  I hope he’s had some fun—it would be so hot to fuck his cum loaded ass.  He greets me with a smile and promptly goes to his knees.   He takes my cock deep into his mouth and throat.  I murmur my approval.  The guy who was stroking looks daggers at me across the aisle.  I want to tell him Braydon will be happy to suck him, too, but I don’t.  I just let Braydon’s mouth make me feel really good.
    Braydon pulls off me.  “I want to lick your ass again,” he whispers.  “But over there—” gesturing to the wall that separates the two theatres.  I pull myself together and we leave. 
    We are alone in the gay theatre.  I undo my belt and let my pants drop around my boots.  I leave the jock on.  I actually cover my balls with the pouch, letting the hard shaft stick out at a crazy angle.  Braydon does just what I want—he begins tonguing my balls through the fragrant fabric.  He inhales every so often, moaning in the back of his throat.  Finally, he pulls the fabric aside and begins to lick the hairy sack.  He lifts my scrotum and tongues under them.  Around them.  Then way under them, down my perineum.  He takes a deep breath and travels even farther down and, for the first time today, his tongue connects with my tight pucker.  He groans and begins tonguing me, trying to open me up.
    I hunker down, giving him better access.  I break out the poppers I brought, thinking this would happen.  He eats me out for a very long time.  Finally, he comes up for air: “Fuck me—that turns me on, so much…”
    He stands and kicks out of his jeans.  He kneels, naked on the seat of one of the chairs.  It’s my turn to eat ass.  I dig in.  His hole opens easily, but I can tell he certainly hasn’t been fucked today.  I get his hole sloppy with all my saliva.  In moments, I stand up and slide inside.  Braydon groans.  I do, too.  I fuck him slowly, with deep, long strokes.  I build quickly, knowing he can take it.  And love it.  My hips loudly slap on his full ass cheeks.
    I pull out and have him clean my dick.  He does.  Hungrily.
    I fuck him again.
    We decide to take a break and go our separate ways to see who we can find.  He gets dressed and goes to the arcade and I go back into the straight theatre.  There are quite a few men here, but none feel very playful.
    I stay and stroke awhile.  I hear the door of the gay theatre open and close several times through the wall.  Eventually, I head next door.  I am surprised to find five or six men here.  And not so surprised to find Braydon sucking a man’s dick.
    I watch them for a bit, stroking.  A bald man sucks me.  Braydon swivels slightly so he can watch.  He’s not jealous—he’s delighted I have someone on me while he services another man.  My guy’s knees go quickly from the hard floor.  He gets up.  Braydon moves from one dick to mine, pulling the other guy along.  He stands and strokes to Braydon’s mouth, now on me.
    Braydon, bent over, not on his knees, moves back to the other guy.  I unfasten Braydon’s pants and pull them down.  The man in his mouth watches, wide-eyed, as I kneel and begin feasting on Braydon’s wet ass.  Braydon grinds back on my face as he continues to suck the cock in his mouth.
    I stand up.  I push into his slick hole.  Men move closer to us.  One sits next to me where he can stroke Braydon’s ass cheek as I fuck.  Two others jerk themselves, but won’t get any closer.  The man in his mouth loves the attention.  He is getting close, I can tell.  He pulls out and moves to me.
    “You want a turn up his ass?”
    Before he can answer, he shoots his load all over Braydon’s hip and the floor. 
    I scoop some up.  “I’m gonna fuck your cum into him.”  I smear the load all over my dick.  The guy can’t move away as he watches his load disappear into Braydon’s ass.  It also excites the man caressing his ass cheek.  I suddenly feel his finger joining my dick in Braydon’s now super wet hole.
    Surprisingly, it doesn’t annoy me, it rather excites me.  I fuck Braydon harder.  The squishing sound of me fucking in a loaded ass fills the room.  Another man shoots his load, all over the floor. 
    At the same moment, the man fingering Braydon while I fuck, finds my balls with his other hand…
    “Fuck!”  And I shoot.  It feels like a huge load.  I blast into him again and again.  I marinate in his hole for a long time.  Eventually, I pull out.  “Clean me up...”  Braydon licks the combined loads clinging to my shaft, and around the flared head, while the man with the finger in his ass, pushes the escaping two cum loads, back into his ass…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fucking Braydon with an Audience  March 10, 2024
  12. FelchingPisser

    "Fuck Me. Next Door."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—February, 2024
     
    It was Saturday, the day after my three hours with GaryM.  Good sex, as I’ve mentioned before, can either totally satiate me or leave me wanting more.  This Saturday, I wanted more.  I knew it would be totally different than how we’d played (and that was a positive.)  I took off to the bookstore nearest my home, right after lunch…
     
    The parking lot is not as full as I expected; maybe seven cars.  I break tradition and head into the gay cinema first.  I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and haul out my hardening dick.  There is one older man here.  He looks only at me, ignoring the hot men on the screen.  He even does that ‘I’ll-lick- my-lips-to-show-you-I’m-a-cocksucker’ thing.  I nod to him, and then decide to let him.
    Instantly, I regret my decision.  The guy is all teeth.  I gently tell him to remember to cover them, but either he can’t or won’t.  I stop his assault on my cock head in less than three minutes.
    I leave for the straight theatre.  I sit alone here, except for the man who is here every Saturday.  This is an older white man who strokes his condomed covered cock, while wearing a latex glove.  And if he’s not doing that, he naps, with his head lolling and breathing so deeply, he is on the edge of snoring.
    He is currently awake and jerking.  I ignore him and watch the video.  In moments the door opens.  It is a Black man, somewhere between 25 and 35.  He is handsome and lean.  Long dreadlocks are tied up, high on his head.  He watches me for a moment then comes over.  He reaches for my cock, hefts it and says “Fuck me.  Next door.”
    He leaves.  I push my cock back in my pants and go after him.  I find him in the dark corner behind the door his jeans pulled down around his ankles.  He has no interest in sucking me—he just wants me in his ass.  And it is a beautiful, plump bubble butt.  I sink to my knees, surprising him, and eat out his shaved hole.  He groans and jerks his sizable cock. 
    “I need your cock in me!” he whispers.
    I force myself to stop eating his hot, juicy ass and stand up.  I slide in.  He is hot and wet and likes to fuck back on each stroke.  He is bent over now, one hand on the wall supporting himself and the other is working his dick.  I can sense he won’t last long and he doesn’t.  He groans out his pleasure—loud in the tiny space.  His cum is wasted all over the floor.  But as he pulls off me, I manage to wipe a finger across his dick head.  He is surprised once again when I suck that finger clean.  He asks if I have anything to clean up with—and I offer him the paper towel in my pocket.  He is gone as soon as there is no trace of my precum on his ass crack…
    *
    I am back in the straight theatre.  The latexed guy is now asleep.  Kieran, the married bear who loves to suck my dick comes in.  It’s been a bit since he was in the playroom.  I spread my legs and let him treat my cock to his expert oral skills.  He spits and sucks and licks until he has to take a break from his bad knees.  He sits in the chair just in front of me.
    Another man arrives.  He is white, also a bear, but half our age.  He comes right up to me.  “May I?”
    I nod.  He takes off his glasses and tucks them in a pocket.  He gives me head every bit as good as Kieran’s.  Kieran watches the man suck me, groping himself.  Soon he gets back on the floor.  They play well together.  All three of us are really liking how the two are taking turns on my cock.  Then it’s one on my balls and one on the shaft.  They reverse, leaving me coated in spit, that the other cleans up.  They only stop when the hard floor gets to be too much for both of them.  Kieran goes next door.  The bespectacled man sits near me, hoping for more.
    I stroke my very wet cock.  The bespectacled young man gropes himself.  The latexed man snores lightly.
    The Latin Top, who I know from playing in the Grand Rapids group, comes in.  (This is the same shaved head top who allowed me to eat his ass until I shot the last time me met here.)  He is likely mid-thirties to just forty.  He sits next to me and pulls out his thick uncut cock.  I am ready to suck some myself, but Latin Top beats me to it, going to the floor and sucking my dick.  This really arouses the interest of Bespectacled Sucker.  He stands up and walks over.  He goes to his knees.  Latin Top pulls off me, stands up and feeds the man his cock.  I stand up two.  Now two dominant men are demanding attention.  Bespectacled Sucker is in heaven.  He goes back and forth on us.  I cup Latin Top’s ass with my hand and massage it as we both get blown.
    And then I blow it.  I push too deep into his throat.  He gags—and actually spits up the deep throat saliva we have made him produce.  He apologizes profusely.  As do I.  Latin Top smirks and leaves the room.  Bespectacled Sucker mops up his face and some of the spittle on the floor.  I am thankful it was nothing deeper from his stomach…
    *
    I find Latin Top getting blown by Kieran in the gay theatre.  Kieran is sitting on a chair.  Latin Top has shoved his pants down around his knees.  I see it as an invitation to rim his ass while he gets sucked.  I go to my knees.  Latin Top bends slightly, still in Kieran’s mouth, but giving me better access.  I get his hairy hole good and wet.
    I stop when Latin Top straightens up.  I stand next to him, thinking Kieran will do both of us, but he is so intent on getting LT off, he pays no attention to me.  LT grabs my hand and places it on his wet ass crack.  My finger instinctively works into his hole.  He groans and grabs Kieran’s ears.  He fucks his face as I finger fuck him.
    I move around, thinking I would eat him out some more.  LT grabs my dick and guides it towards his hole.  (He had told me at the GR group he gets fucked, but never by guys my size.)  I press forward, but the angle is wrong.  My drooling cock keeps sliding across his tight pucker, not fully into it.
    But that’s all he needs.  In moments he is giving Kieran what must be huge load.  His whole body shakes.  I hold onto him, grinding my hard cock against his full, young ass as he continues to spew his cum into Kieran’s mouth…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Fuck Me. Next Door."  March 6, 2024
  13. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—February, 2024
    I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex.  But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom.
    Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road.  There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour.  He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom.  I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness.  Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party.  I tromped down the stairs…
     
    GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television.  He has a jock and harness on himself.  And socks.  The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February.  I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor.  I sit on the bed and spread my legs.  GaryM kneels on the mat.  He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock.  Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing.  It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric.  He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life.  He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it.  Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick.  GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh.  He licks my balls.  And under them.  The entire shaft.  The drooling piss slit.  Only then does he start to actually suck my cock.
    He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat.  He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me.  Finally, he pulls off me, panting. 
    I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock.  I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place.  I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker.  I drill into him.  For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight.  My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up.  I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods.
    I stand up.  My cock head slips into him.  I hold in place. 
    “Give it to me,” he groans. 
    I push the rest of it into him.  My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing.  I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out.  I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo.  GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again.  He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish.
    I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck.  I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug.  I grease it up.  GaryM groans as it goes into place.  “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.”  I beat on the base of the plug with my fist.  GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him.
    I work it out and fuck him once more.  Harder.  Deeper.
    This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier.  I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock.  Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head.  And the ridges on the shaft.  I lube it up.  He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder.  I do.
    I pull it out.  I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed.  One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon.  I grease it up.  It slips easily into his now gaping ass.
    “Are you going to double…”
    He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy.  It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck.  I try it out both above and under my cock.  I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock.
    As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.”
    We exchange places.  I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt.  I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening.  I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole.
    We take a break.  The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces.  GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. 
    PIC
    I help get him up and on it.  He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support.  I rim him briefly and fuck him hard.  I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock.  GaryM is ready for it now.  It goes into him deeply and easily.  I love the look of something so large inside him.
    “I want to try your chains.”
    We decide to start small, with the medium sized links.  I grease them up.  He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. 
    “So heavy…” he murmurs. 
    I put all but the last five links into him.  I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him.  He groans.  At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. 
    “Now come the fun part.”  I pull as slowly as I possibly can.  Link by link it emerges.  GaryM huffs and puffs with each link.  Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. 
    “Again?”
    He groans out a “yes…’
    *
    I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself.  I get up into it for another brief rimming.  I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me.  I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat.
    As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys.  He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat.  He eats my ass with abandon.  Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out.
    *
    We’ve been playing for over two hours.  Almost three.  I need to get off.  We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame.  I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away.
    I rim him again.  I stand up and slide in.  In just three or four thrusts I shoot.  But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave.  I go back to my knees.  I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it.  I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming.
    I pant.
    But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame.  GaryM is working on his dick.  He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine.  I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. 
    And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow.  I can’t stop it.  I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. 
    And he loves it. 
    He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled.
    GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him…
    *
    As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too.  He sent it to me almost immediately.  I can truthfully say I haven’t read it.  It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: GaryM's Three Hour Play Session   March 2, 2024
     
    Gary's write up, I will not post it on this site. is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs  March 4, 2024
  14. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—February, 2024
    (The piss party continues.  If you haven’t, you might want to read Part One.)
    …The pisser moves his stream so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him.  The heat of the piss is wonderful.  I fuck harder, if that is possible.  The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar.
    I pull out of Hairy Blond’s ass.  He swivels from sucking the attractive older man’s large dick, to cleaning me off.  He savor’s all his ass juices on my cock.  I even manage to give him a brief blast of piss straight into his mouth.  He swallows hungrily and we all go our separate ways…
    *
    I hang out by the sling.  An older man, sporting a piss-stained white jock, finds me there.  “I watched you fuck those guys in the sling.”
    I nod.
    “Up for one more?”
    I nod.  He kicks off his flip flops, stepping into the pool of piss that is collecting under the sling.  I get him into the stirrups, his feet dripping.  I hunker down to eat his hole.  He ass lips are pronounced and engorged.  He’s taken a lot of cock in his life.  I suck his twisted pucker into my mouth.  They engorge easily.  He moans and does poppers.  I can’t stop tonguing his hole.
    But I do.  I stand up.  I watch the head of my dick part his ruined hole and disappear.  I tell him how hot it looks.  My cock going in makes him piss himself, right as I bottom out.
    I fuck him hard.  I am hopeful someone will hose us down, but it doesn’t happen.
    He finally tells me he needs to stop; his leg is cramping.  I get him out and he hugs me, thanking me profusely…
    *
    I look around the room.  And smile.  TGWT is bent over, sucking the same attractive older man that Hairy Blond did.  I go over and fuck him as he does it.  The suckee and I grin at each other.  Once again, he enjoys the extra ‘push’ of my fuck, so his cock goes even deeper. 
    I pull out.  I swear I need to piss.  I aim for TGWT’s winking hole, but it doesn’t come.  Instead, I go to my knees and lick his wet pucker…
    *
    I wander.  A handsome Black man, with a large cock, is fucking a 40-something guy in the sling.  I idly watch and tank up from my water bottle.  I would like to be the next one up this guy, but the bottom is not taking anyone else up his ass (or, it turns out, in his mouth.) 
    I move behind the screens hanging to the side.  I watch a regular, on his knees, drinking an arcing spray of piss.  As much goes on his chest as into his mouth.  Next to them, a young man is being fucked by a much older man.  “Piss my ass.  Piss my ass,” he keeps mumbling.  I can’t tell if he gets his wish.
    I move around.  Two men are kneeling in front of a third.  He is pissing.  First in one guy’s mouth, then the other.  Back and forth until he runs dry.  Then the two on their knees kiss each other and begin licking the stray piss that coats their chests.
    I work back towards the sling.   I see Hairy Blond bent over.  The Black guy with the large dick is entering his hairy ass.  I go over and stroke to the fuck.  The dick in his ass is not as long as mine, but it is significantly fatter.  It is an incredible turn on for me to see Hairy Blond’s hole stretch around this cock.
    They fuck—Hairy Blond doing poppers.  It’s a hard, ball slapping fuck.  Suddenly, the Top stops, standing stock still.  I wonder if he’s cumming.  I can think of nothing better than fucking Hairy Blond with a load from this man inside him.  But I’m not quite accurate.  The Top groans and says “You want me to piss your hole?”
    “Yes,” mumbles Hairy Blond in his popper haze.
    And the Top unloads in him.  It seems to take forever.  I step closer.  Our eyes connect.  He smirks at me, then hefts my cock grinning as his piss must be slowly stopping.  “You should do him next.”
    “I will.  If you let me clean your cock.”
    Now he out and out smiles.  He pulls out, his ebony dick wet and shiny in the light from the television.  I go to my knees and clean him up.  He tastes delicious—his piss and Hairy Blond’s ass jizz.  I swivel slightly and plant my mouth over Hairy Blond’s hole and begin to lick.
    “You dirty pig,” laughs the Top.
    I am amazed I don’t even get a trickle of piss on my tongue—it is so deep inside Hairy Blond.  I slowly stand up and slip into Hairy Blond’s very puffy pucker.  I fuck him.  Now I feel the piss on my cock.  I am incredibly turned on.
    “You want more piss?” I ask between my teeth.
    He simply grunts an affirmative. 
    I let go and give him everything in my bladder.  The Top holds on to me as I do it, his hand cupping my balls as I unload.  It feels an incredibly intimate gesture in this flurry of carnal abandon.
    Slowly, I begin to fuck, churning the two loads of piss together…
    *
    The party is beginning to wind down.  Lots of men are pissing on the guys kneeling in the wading pool.  I find Tall Guy With Tats.  “You ready for that piss fuck I promised?”
    He is.
    We go to the sling.
    He gets in, his long legs resting on the chains.  I eat his hole once again.  I am so hydrated now; it feels like I have as much in my bladder as I did for Hairy Blond.  I am just about to stand up and fuck when a man, who has watched us all night, saunters over. 
    “Piss?” he asks.
    “Fuck yes,” TGWT answers.  “Cover me.” 
    I expect the guy to aim at TGWT’s chest.  But he aims it right at his cock.  It sluices down the ass crack I am tonguing.  I get harder and harder as the torrent of piss keeps coming.  I slurp piss and use my tongue to get some into his ass.  I finally stand up or I’ll drown.  I enter TGWT hard and strong.  The guy splashes his never-ending stream up on TGWT’s chest and then he concentrates it on my fucking dick.
    “Fuck my piss into him!”
    I have never seen anyone, ever, piss for such a long time.  It will not stop.  TGWT is now jerking his dick as the stream splashes up on it.  I have to be fucking pints of it into his ass.
    Finally, the guy runs dry, looking very pleased with himself and with how much we obviously loved it.  He takes off, with a wet slap of his hand into all the piss pooling on TGWT’s stomach.  I begin fucking in earnest.  I know I’m going to blow my load.  But I want to piss fuck him first.
    “Do it,” mumbles TGWT, reading my mind. 
    And I begin to piss in his hole.  It’s a long one, for me, but not anywhere near as long as what this other man did.  I begin moving is his ass, still pissing.  I churn it.  Some piss splashes back on me with each backstroke.  I stop pissing and just fuck him.
    “I am so full.  So damn full of piss…” he groans.
    I go to my knees.  My mouth seals around his ass lips.  He knows what I want.  He pushes.  I get a trickle of piss from his ass.  He pushes again.  This time, I get a mouthful.  I am stroking myself like crazy. 
    And I am there. 
    I stand up and begin shooting rope after rope of jizz into his pissed out hole…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Chicago Piss Party, Part Two: "Fuck My Piss Into Him!"   February 27, 2024
  15. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—February, 2024
     
    It was the second Saturday of the month—the day of the monthly piss party in Chicago.  It was an unusually warm day for February and I hoped that it would help warm up the back bar where we got wet.  I drove in with plenty of time to spare.  I didn’t really start hydrating until I found parking.  I have learned you never want a full bladder and fight Chicago traffic…
     
    I am the first to sign in and pay.  The host and I talk briefly before I head in and go behind the hanging screens.  I strip down to a once white jock, wrist band and the oldest pair of combat boots I own.  I stuff my clothes into my gym bag, making sure a towel and my flight suit are on top for my eventual departure.  I check it in and talk to the cute coat check otter for a moment.  I fill my water bottle from one of two huge jugs on the bar.  Piss porn is playing on the big television.  The wading pool is up by the main entrance.  The sling is tucked into a back corner.  I sit and watch the porn, not to mention all the arrivals as they undress.  In fifteen minutes, there are about 25 of us here, tanking up and chatting.
    I don’t know as many men.  The crowd has shifted slightly younger.  There is much more fetish gear being worn, but there are still men who are totally naked but for something on their feet.  I mingle, chat a little but mostly gulp my water.  I go back to sitting on the ledge.  I pull out my cock.  I usually get a lot of men sampling it.  Not so much today. 
    “I am always glad when you’re here.” 
    I turn.  It’s a handsome man in his late 30’s.  He is blond with a very hairy chest.  I know that we have played in the past.  I expect him to go to his knees and suck me, but instead he grabs my wrist and leads me to the sling.
    “Fuck me, man.  Piss fuck me if you want.”
    We adjust the sling for my height and get him into it.  I kneel on the, for now, dry concrete.   His hole is as hairy as his chest.  I dig in with my tongue as he jerks his sizable cock.  Several men wander over to watch us.  Hairy Blond asks them to piss on us.  But guys are just not hydrated enough yet.  I stand up and sink my dick into his spit slick pucker.  I fuck, slow and deep.  I look into his hot face, loving the mixture of pleasure and concentration I see there.  I pick up the pace.
    Suddenly, I pull out and piss on his hole.  It’s just a tiny trickle—but it makes him groan.  It makes me go to my knees and lick it off.  I love how the piss clings to the hair around his ass hole.  I stand back up and fuck him again…
    *
    I help him out of the sling.  In the time we’ve been fucking, the crowd has grown to about 50 men.  Including Tall Guy With Tats.   (We had kept up an occasional check in with each other via text since our meet at IML and once again last July.  He knew I was coming today.)  I walk over to him.
    “I didn’t want to interrupt you,” he tells me. 
    He looks great.  Tall and thin, a good 10 to 15 years younger than I am, and wearing a pair of white briefs and some yellow rubber boots.  We chat for a moment before he’s on his knees, sucking my wet cock.  This leads to him kneeling of the side ledge so I can pull the briefs down and lick his ass.  I try to hose him down a little, but I’m not there yet.  I settle for licking his hot butt.  Everywhere.
    I stand and fuck him for a moment.  We both agree it would be better in the sling.  We go there.  TGWT rips a hole in the back of his briefs for me to fuck through…so the front still covers his dick.  “I hope guys turn these yellow before we’re done…”
    We fuck.  A nice get re-acquainted fuck.   I have now drunk enough water to let a hot stream of piss play on his hole.  I make sure I splash some up on the white fabric of his briefs.  He gropes himself and tells me to stick my dick back in him.  I do.  I fuck him harder now, holding onto the top of the sling frame.
    We take a break.  He goes off for water.  A bigger man, who has been watching us avidly, asks if I will fuck him.  I will—and do—making the sling chains rattle.
    I go off and refill my water bottle.  An attractive man, around my age, is sitting by the bar.  He is hard.  And big.  Throughout the night he is a magnet for cocksuckers.  We nod.  And chat.  I go off and feed some piss to a regular.  When I need to refill the bottle again, I see Hairy Blond bent over and sucking the attractive guy by the bar.  I go back to them, nod at the guy getting sucked and begin to eat Hairy Blond’s ass.  He groans.  I’m sure he knows it’s me.  I stand up.  I piss on his ass crack.  My clear piss cascades down it, leaving droplets on all that hair.  The moment I stop pissing, I am there to lick him clean.
    And fuck.  The attractive guy looks slightly surprised as I enter Hairy Blond’s used hole.  He hears the groan of contentment from the guy as he blisses out with two dicks in him at once.  Some guys have to stop sucking and concentrate on their ass in this position, but not Hairy Blond.  He manages to give great oral service and work his ass muscles at the same time.
    “Fuck him with that big dick,” the attractive guy grunts out.  He is now loving the fact that my strokes are forcing Hairy Blond deeper onto his cock.  I pick up the pace of the fuck even more.  A piss party regular comes to fill his plastic cup.  He moves around, watching the three of us.  He hefts his semi hard cock, and aims at Hairy Blond.  The stream hits him on the hairy small of his back.  The pisser moves it so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him.  The heat of the piss is wonderful.  I fuck harder, if that is possible.  The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar…
     
    (Lots more to come in part two!)
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Chicago Piss Party, Part One: "Fuck Me, Man!"   February 25, 2024
  16. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—February, 2024
    Evan wanted to re-connect.  We had not seen each other since IML this last May.  Usually, he drives in from his home in the burbs of Chicago.  We have a good stretching session before dinner which is baking in the oven as we play.  He spends the night in the playroom and heads out, his ass reminding him all the way home, just how much abuse it took.
    He loves my dick and fist—but he really is about the toys.  He loves how they stretch his ass differently than my body can.  He brought a couple with him.  I had sent him a picture of the three toys GaryM had given me.  He couldn’t wait to get them inside him.
    He arrived and decompressed from the drive with a vodka and cranberry juice as I sipped my tea.  He soon went to the shower to touch up and I set out the lube and a water pitcher in the playroom.  I switched on the porn as he I heard him on the stairs…
     
    “Open me up with that big dick…”  Evan holds it in his hand, looking at how wet he has left it.  His spit glistens on the head and shaft.  He scrambles onto the fuck bench, his bottle of poppers tight in his fist.  I kneel behind him and rim his moist hole.  I spend longer there than usual, for I know that soon there is going to be so much lube, I will no longer be able to taste him.
    Finally, I stand and insert.  Evan gasps.  But he takes me easily.  “Full…” he mumbles as he unscrews the lid.  I fuck him hard.  I walk around and he eagerly tastes his ass juices on my cock.  I go back and fuck him again.  Once he cleans me once more, I go to the toy shelf.  The larger black butt plug is greased up and fairly easily inserted.  The last, widest inch makes Evan work for it.  It pops in.  I beat on the base, making it shake in his ass.  He is watching me in the mirror on the side wall, panting and loving it.
    I take it out and slip it in again.  And once more.  My cock goes back in.  A harder fuck.  A good cleaning.  Now it’s the egg headed dildo.  I fit my cock in with the slender shaft.  I fuck him first with the toy below my dick.  Then above.  They feel is remarkably different for both of us.  I prefer the toy below, so I have hot flesh above me and the ribbed shaft under.  He likes the stretch the other way.  So, I keep pulling out and switching…
    “Use my plug, the copper colored one.”  It’s on the bed.  I grab it and lube it up.  It doesn’t have much taper to help with the entry, but Evan is ready for it. It slides home, meeting just enough resistance at first to make him groan in pleasure.  In moments, his ass snaps down on the thin shaft of it.
    I fuck him once more before we change over to the sling.  A quick fuck.  Already his hole is ready for thicker toys.  I grab the ass grommet, grease the inside and slip it onto my cock.  My angry pink cock head sticks out of the end of it, my shaft now twice as thick.  I grease up the outside of the toy now.  I line it up.  Evan takes a deep breath and pushes out.  I slide in.  It’s an odd feeling—just my cock head exposed to his hot, wet hole and my shaft protected by the fat doughnut sleeve.  I begin to fuck.  The toy stays in place inside him—and I fuck the ribbed insides of the toy—and my head being rewarded with his hot flesh.  It’s a big stretch for him, but he is more than ready for it.
    I move on to a toy of his.  It is a curved toy.  Vaguely cock-like with a pronounced bulge at the bottom.  He takes the curve.  I work at the bulge.  Of course, he takes it.
    “It feels so much better when you do it, than when I stick it in myself.”
    I fuck him with it, making his ass lips huge and pronounced as they accept that final bulge. 
    Now, I work my hand in him.  Again, and again.  Then the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg on a stick.  He loves how cool it feels on his hole.  He takes it like a champ after everything that’s come before it.  He loves how the heavy mass of it makes his ass feel.
    I go back to my hand.  “Do you want the chain?”  It’s rhetorical, I know the answer.  I work the mid-sized one up him, link by link.  I have him hold it and snap a pic for him.
    PIC
    We try the pink toy that vaguely resembles a fire hydrant.  The head, of course, slips right in.  I work the layer of ball-like nubs in, too.  But it can’t go farther.
    I grab the curved, bumpy dick shaped toy GaryM gave me.  Evan is in heaven.  You can truly fuck him with this monster.  And he takes every inch of it.
    I now do my largest butt plug, a toy given to me by my brother when he stopped fisting his men.  The head glides in.  Not everyone can take the girth of the next section.  But Evan does.  Without even the help of poppers.  His ass is now open and ready for anything.
    I fist again.  I leave my left inside him and slide my cock down my wrist until it is buried in him, too.  I fuck.  I feel my cock glide between my fingers deep inside him.
    The large black toy, that has several humps, is up next.  He takes first two easily.  He bottoms out when his ass is halfway onto the third.  This is deeper than most men.  And I tell him so.
    “Give me that last new one,” he begs.  He means a black toy from GaryM.  It is shaped sort of like an open hand.  There is a space where the ‘thumb’ is over the curved ‘palm’.  It is made of a very hard plastic.  Evan takes it like a trooper.  I pull the toy out slightly from his hole.  I can just fit my cockhead into the opening left by the ‘thumb’.  I can’t go deep, but Evan loves the look of it as he gazes up into the mirror above the sling.
    His hole is tiring.  We go back to a number of the toys we’ve used previously.  Anything else I have on the shelf is way too small for where his hole is now.
    Finally, he calls it a night.  I wipe him down, getting the mixture of coconut oil and Crisco off of him.  I spend some quality time with my mouth on his now very pronounced ass lips.  I lick and suck them, loving how they fill my mouth. 
    But it is late.  We both need food…and it’s ready for us upstairs…
     
    The original, with some pics of the toys and a chain in his ass, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Evan Goes Through the Toy Shelf   February 23, 2024
  17. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—February, 2024
     
    I was wanting something different by Monday.  I tried looking online, but I had no luck.  I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck.  And it held…
     
    I am in the straight theatre.  Alone for the briefest of moments.  I stroke myself hard.  The door opens.  The bald-headed man comes in.  I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked.   He wastes no time and kneels before me.  His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act.
    When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves.  In moments, his partner comes in.  He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job.   He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner.  He actually makes me moan out loud.  When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service.
    His partner is back in a few minutes.  There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade.  He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself.  I suck him for a moment when he stands up.  But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth.
    I don’t see them again for the rest of the day.
    Nothing is happening in here now.  And the video has changed.  One with far too much scene work for its own good.  I go next door.
    One man is here.  He is likely in his 70’s.  He’s maintained well, thick set but trim.  He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself.  He smiles as I take out my cock.
    “That’s a beauty.”
    “You have a great dick, too…”  And he does.  Not as long but just as thick.
    He smiles again.  “Think you could help me get off?” 
    I nod.  He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  Underwear follows.  He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair.  His cock is impressive.  Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head.  I get down in front of him.  His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out.  I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced.  I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. 
    He moans.   He sighs.  He jerks himself as I lick his balls.
    But I can’t seem to get his nut.  Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum.  He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access.  I keep worming my finger back to his pucker.  I find it and stroke it.  More precum.
    I push into him.  He groans and his cock is now a faucet.  I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth.  Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue.
    He thanks me for giving him just what he needed.
    I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room.  The straight side, too.  I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. 
    I stroke.  The porn is good, but a shade young for me.  Finally, the door opens.  A man I’ve never seen before comes in.  He is around my age, maybe just under.  He has a great full beard which is snow white.  The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp.  He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him.  His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it.
    We chat.  He is not from around here.  Chicago actually.  Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting.  “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes.
    “Go for it.”
    He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  Heaven.  The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good.  Great even.  This guy has them beat.  Every move he makes causes me to squirm.  He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls. 
    He inhales. “Oh, fuck…”  He begins to lick and savor them.  Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them.  “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…”
    That’s my line!  How often have I said that to a guy in these pages??
    He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring.  I stroke as he does it.
    “Smear that precum on my beard, too.”
    I do, loving the feel of that.
    Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too.  My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more.
    He finally undoes his own pants.  He’s hard, with an average cut cock.  I go down on him.  He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants.  I ask if he wants to get fucked.
    “I save my ass for the boyfriend.  And I couldn’t take you anyways…”  His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently.  “I’ll tell you what I really want…”
    I look at him.
    “I want to eat your ass.” 
    I smile.  I stand up and unbuckle my belt.  From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks…
    I walk to him and turn around bending slightly.  It’s awkward for both of us.  His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us.
    “Let me get on a chair.”
    I kneel, my ass jutting towards him.  He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast.  He is just as good at this.  My cock juices as I stroke.
    For a moment he stops.  “I want you to cum on my chest.  So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…”
    I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue.  He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move.  His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard.  He dives back in, a full face plant.  He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. 
    “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans.
    His tongue is driving me crazy.  And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot.
    “You want my load?”
    He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole.  I stroke a little more.  I move and he rears back, letting me turn.  I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest…
    *
    We talked a little more.  He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing.  I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..."   February 19, 2024
  18. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—February, 2024
    This entry contains some straight sex.  If that is an issue, skip this post.
     
    Saturday afternoons at the bookstore (not that they sell anything that looks like a book or a magazine anymore) had proved to be a lot of fun.  So, the first Saturday of February, I took off after lunch, not knowing what I would find…
     
    I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  A very old white man is standing against the wall near me.  He pays me no attention at all—it’s all about the video.  The married Hispanic, the one who always wants to be fucked, but never prepares for it (after all, that would be gay!) walks into the room.  He eyes the old man.  Minutes later, he pulls down his pants, exposing his ass and points it in our direction.  We both look at him, but neither of us give him the nod.  He pulls them back up.  He walks over to the old man and kneels in front of him.  I am surprised.  I can count on one hand the times I have ever seen this guy take a cock in his mouth.
    To my surprise, the old man unzips.  The Hispanic goes down on the soft cock presented to him, desperate to get it hard enough for his ass.  It never happens, though he works on him for a good five minutes.
    The door opens.  A larger white guy in a ball cap enters.  The Hispanic is up like a shot.  His pants are dropped and his ass presented to the new guy.  And he gets fucked—bent over the waste basket.  Ball Cap motions me over, but I pass.  Eventually the two of them take a break.  And he seems to have been clean enough for the under endowed top.  They go out the door together.
    The older man jerks his limp cock a little, but gives up and goes home.
    I sit alone and stroke, rather contented.
    A straight couple walk in, trailed by three men.  The straight couple is white—he is likely in his 60’s and in decent shape.  She is younger, likely early 50’s. She has kept in good shape.  The men, all white, are 50 and up.  One guy sits across from the couple.  One stands at the back with me and another man hovers by the door.
    The couple watch the movie, sitting side by side.  The rest of us watch them.  As the woman has a very vocal orgasm on the screen, the woman stands up and removes her dress.  She is naked beneath but for panties.  Her partner/husband/boyfriend helps her remove these.  She sits down.  He begins to finger her to orgasm.  The men, but for me, begin breathing heavier.  The guy next to me pulls out his dick and strokes.
    She gets off noisily.  The man never touches himself, nor does she.
    He gives her a second orgasm.
    I wonder idly if they just like to show off or do they play with others.  I get the answer a moment later as she stands up and surveys the room.  “Who want to fuck me,” she asks, rather husky and low.  The man next to me, cock out, moves forward. 
    She whispers something in his ear.  I assume it’s about condoms, but I’m wrong.  He nods to whatever she said.  She bends, leaning on the seat back in front of her. He takes her from behind, her partner watching every thrust.  He shoots very fast.
    “Who’s next?” asks her partner, looking right at me.
    I shake my head.  The oldest man in the room totters forward.  I recognize him as a cocksucker that rarely gets any attention here as he shuffles from room to room.  She goes to work blowing him.  You can see the change in him as she makes him feel like a man again.  I go next door before he gets erect.
    The Hispanic and Ball Cap are in the gay cinema.  They are fucking, not even pausing as the door opens and I come in.  Again, I am asked to join.  I’m not going there.  No one else is in the room.  I try to watch the movie but it is one of those where they models have to answer dozens of questions before the fuck.  I finally give up and go back.
    At the door to the straight theatre, I find the thickly built Black top who loves to pass around his bottoms.  He looks at me, and the door, shaking his head.  “She’s taken over…”
    I go in.  More men are standing around.  The very old man she was blowing when I left, is buttoning up his pants.  I casually wonder if he got off—or even hard.  I sit back in my usual spot.  A handsome, younger guy comes over.  I recognize him from here, but haven’t seen him in a long time.  He sits next to me. 
    The guy I saw fuck her is ready to go again.  He moves in and once again she leans on the seat back in front of her and takes him from behind.  The handsome man next to me, begins to suck my cock.  I watch the guy fuck her as I feel the hot mouth giving me excellent head.
    The guy fucking moans.  Loud.  He gives her another load.  He pulls out and finds he has nothing to clean up with, so I give him a piece of paper towel from my pocket.
    “You should fuck her,” he whispers in my ear.  “She wants it in the ass.”
    At the same moment, her partner swivels around and looks right at me.  I pause.  And walk towards them.
    “Wow,” she says, touching my wet cock.  “I’ve never had one that big back there.”
    Her partner encourages her to try it.  The men in the room form a circle to watch us.  She nods to her partner and leans against the chair back.  I step up, turned on by the idea of her never taking anyone so big in her ass, not to mention two loads to fuck in back there.  The head goes in.  She pants.  And pulls off me.  She turns and grabs her partner.  Now he can’t see it—but her shaking body tells him I am back inside her.  Slowly opening her up.  I can feel the loads begin coating my cock.  They help her take every inch of me.
    “Oh, my God, I feel like he’s splitting me in two!”
    Her partner kisses her—and I begin a very slow fuck.
    “Fill her up!” pipes up the guy who shot the two loads in her ass.
    I fuck and churn his cum.  It is dripping onto my balls on the back stroke.
    She groans into her partner’s shoulder.  “I am so proud of you,” he whispers.
    I pick up the pace.  Not drastically, but enough for her to feel it.  And him—as she rocks into him with my thrusts. 
    “Take his cock…” he whispers.  “You know you want it…”
    “My ass is so full…”
    This is news to some of the men watching.  I notice a number of them are jerking now.
    I fuck.  I can’t say I’m getting close, but I am trying to will myself to shoot.
    And suddenly it’s all over.  She pulls off my dick, whimpering into her partner’s neck.  Then she turns and thanks me, adding “That was incredible.  I never thought I could take you.” 
    She gets dressed.  Just the dress.  Leaving the panties off.  The partner pulls me to the side.  “I couldn’t see it, but you gave her more than she’s ever had.  Sorry you didn’t shoot your load.  Most guys cum moments after they go inside her.”
    I smile and shake my head.  “I’m not most guys…”
     
    The original is here:   From My Side of the Sling: My Cock Likes Hole. Any Hole…     February 17, 2024
  19. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—January, 2024
     
    At the top of January, Jaylen sent me a text.  (Jaylen is the college aged young man I met first at his apartment and once again when he came to the playroom for his first sling ride.)  He requested a meet.  I asked if he would like me to come back to his place or if he would he rather be in the playroom?  He emphatically chose the playroom. 
    We set a date, but his boss needed him to work.  But, being the responsible type, he let me know days in advance.  We delayed it a week—and on the last day of January he arrived in my driveway.  He sent me text that he arrived, being of that generation who don’t believe in doorbells…
     
    He stands in the entrance area, with a slight case of nerves.  His fingers keep raking his long hair out of his face.  Jaylen is white, late 20’s and carries some extra pounds.  I hang up his coat in the closet.  He decides to double check his clean out in the bathroom and I take the opportunity to strip down to a jock and boots.  I take him downstairs and he strips, tossing his clothes in the chair as I find slightly more bland porn than I often show.  I hit ‘play’ and turn around.  Jaylen is already on his knees.
    I grin and slowly take off my robe, showing the thick mound of cock hidden by the jock pouch.  I deliberately hang the robe up on the door knob.  Jaylen touches himself as he watches.  I move so I am just inches from his face.  I twist the fabric and my cock springs free.  He reaches up and guides me into his mouth.  His tongue is all over my dick head.  He licks and sucks and moans to himself.  Now, he tries to take as much down his throat as he can take.  He ends with about two thirds of me imbedded in his throat.  He pulls off me, panting.
    “It didn’t get any smaller…” I offer.
    He does it again, making himself choke.  I slap his cheek with my cock, smearing some deep throat spittle on him.  I use my cock head to wipe it up again—and stick it all back into his mouth…
    I have lowered the mid-section of the fuck bench before he got here, thinking it might be more comfortable for him.  He gets up on it, kneeling on what is now a padded table.  I eat his ass.
    “No one does that like you do,” he mumbles.
    I keep going until he is all but begging me to fuck him.  I stand up, hoping I have lubed him enough.  It’s a tight hole.  My head pops in.  He pants as I stay in place.  Then I pull out and eat his ass some more.  I stand up a second time and he takes my whole cock.  I begin the fuck the moment his breathing returns to normal.  We both like the sound of my slim hips thwacking into his full ass.
    I remember that he loved ass to mouth.  I pull out and let him taste his ass juices.  He licks me clean.  I fuck him once more, before we move to the sling.
    He jumps up and into it like a pro this time.  “I love the sling,” he confirms as I get his ankles into the stirrups.  I eat his hole once more.  And plow it.  Jaylen’s eyes are on the mirror.  He can’t take his eyes off it.
    “Would you record me getting fucked?”
    I dig out his phone for him and let him get it ready.  I hold it, so he will be able to see close up what my cock looks like as I fuck into him.  I actually pull it out, and bounce it on his ball sack so the camera can see its length, before I work it back into him.
    I fuck him and switch the recorder off.  I hand it to him and fuck him harder, now that I have nothing in my hands and I can hang onto the sling frame.
    We pause.  “Would you mind going back to the bench, but with the middle section up?” he asks.
    I don’t.  I take a sip of tea and crawl under the bench.  In a matter of three minutes or less, it is back in its usual position.
    We change over.  I fuck him.  He cleans me.  I grab the smallest butt plug.  He pants heavily, but takes it.  Once it snaps in place, he even likes the feel of it.  I work it out and insert it once more.
    We fuck.
    We fuck some more, back at the sling, his legs on the floor and his chest supported by the leather.  He likes this—telling me it makes him feel ‘really used.’  This makes me fuck him even harder.
    Jaylen gets back into it the normal way.  I fuck him again.   He loves how easily he is taking my dick now.  He asks about the toy with graduated balls getting larger and larger.  I pull it out.  He takes the first two easily.  But I have to work on the third one.
    He grabs his cock and jerks as I try to get it inside.  I work the first two out and begin again.  One ball.  Two.  The third, larger than the first two, pops in…
    “Fuuuuck!”
    He is cumming.   He shoots a big load all over himself.  I lean down and my tongue finds a sweet puddle of cum.  He writhes as I slurp it up.
    Then he gets apologetic.   I can still try to fuck him; he thinks he can take it.  I tell him I am fine.  I will breed him the next time we meet…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Playroom Helps Jaylen Push his Limits   February 15, 2024
  20. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—January, 2024
     
    Braydon, the furry cub I’ve been meeting and breeding at the bookstore, sent me a text, hoping to set up a date for the last few days of January.   We talked about his coming to the playroom, but we both really liked his being available to other men while we were playing.  We agreed to meet at the bookstore, on Tuesday at 1:30pm.   I only mention the time as I went a little earlier to see what was happening.  And what was happening was Braydon on his knees, sucking a cute college boy…
     
    The young man with a ponytail and glasses is standing against the back wall on the straight side.  I move past them and sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  I take out my dick and stroke to Braydon’s mouth skills.  They are making the young man with the ponytail moan.
    Ponytail looks over at me.  I nod.  “Fuck his mouth,” I say softly.  The guy grabs Braydon’s ears and does just that.
    The door opens.  A man who stood behind me as I bought me ticket comes in.  He is around my age and build.  He wears a neck brace.  He sees the action, moves behind Braydon and unzips.  He is soon stroking a nice seven incher.
    Neck Brace finally sees me and comes over.  I suck his cock.  This seems to really excite Ponytail.  He pumps into Braydon’s mouth faster and more forcefully.
    Neck Brace hears something in the hall outside the door.  He pulls out of my mouth, shoves his cock back in his pants and takes off.  Ponytail makes a move, too.  He turns from Braydon and offers me his wet cock.  He is not long, but quite thick.  I suck him for a few moments.  He pulls out, panting, and goes to his knees to taste me.
    Braydon stands up, never taking his eyes off Ponytail with my cock in his mouth.  Braydon undoes his belt and fly.  His pants crumple around his ankles.  He turns and bends, holding on to the back of the bench in front of us.  Ponytail stops sucking and looks at Braydon’s butt.  I go to my knees and begin rimming him.  Ponytail moves around and sticks his thick dick back in Braydon’s mouth.  I rear up and my slick cock penetrates Braydon for the fist time today.  He groans around the cock in his mouth, making the groan sound that much hotter.
    I fuck Braydon at a nice warm up speed.  “You want to try his ass?” I ask.
    At that moment, Ponytail shoots in Braydon’s mouth.  As the young man pulls out, Braydon turns.  He kisses me, snowballing the load onto my tongue.  I drool it out into my palm.
    “This cum needs to go in your ass.”
    I coat my dick with it and shove it into Braydon.  Ponytail has stopped his clean up and just watches us, a look of sheer lust on his face as he sees his cum being fucked into the hairy hole…
    *
    I love the feel of the cum in Braydon’s hole, but I slow down the fuck as the young man leaves.  Braydon swings around and cleans my dick.  He has me sit down so he can really do it properly.  He cleans my cock again, slowly and deliberately.  He does the same for my balls, which certainly have some of Ponytail’s cream on them.  Just like last time, he lifts my balls out of the way and tongues lower, taking in the sweat and scent of the very heart of me.
    He comes up for air, then does it all again.
    Eventually, we move to the gay theatre to see if there is anyone there.  There isn’t.  I have him drop his pants and I fuck him again.  Hard and fast.
    I pull out and move to a chair.  I unbuckle my pants and push them down to my ankles.  “Taste yourself on my cock.”
    Braydon in on his knees, licking and swallowing me down.  Now he has easier access to get under my balls.  He spends a lot of time there.  Once again, his tongue almost grazes my asshole, but not quite.  He comes up for a breather.
    “I don’t know why your scent turns me on so.  Love it.”
    “I love that you love it.”
    He talks a little about doing new things—and being turned on my someone’s smell and taste is new to him.  I tell him I love his tongue all over me.
    We fuck once more.  I sit back down and I don’t have to ask him to come lick me.  He is all over my cock and my balls.  He snakes down my perineum and this time his tongue hits my tight pucker.  And stays there.  He breathes deep…and begins to rim me for the very first time.  I don’t know if he has done this with other men and I don’t care.  But if not, he is a natural. 
    He worships my ass.  He can’t stop licking me.  I encourage him to spit on my hole and lick that up, too.  He loves that—and does it again and again, with no prompting.
    I am stroking with my eyes closed, letting his tongue wander all over me…Suddenly I open them.
    “I need to fuck you.”
    In a flash he is kneeling on the chair, his full, hairy ass arched beautifully.  I dig in with tongue, returning the favor.  I can still just taste the load from Ponytail.  I spit it back into his hole.  I stand up and slide in.  Braydon gasps.  My cock is rampant.  I fuck him.  My hips slapping his upturned ass. 
    And I am there.  I blast into him, spurt after spurt.
    I bend, holding onto his sweaty butt.  I stay there for a long time.  When I know my dick can stand it, I pull out and let him clean the mixed loads off my drooling cock…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Explores Me...with His Tongue   February 13, 2024
  21. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—January, 2024
    It was the last Saturday of the month.  This was the end of the week where I had had to re-schedule two meets and be stood up by the third.  I usually went to the bookstore on weekday afternoons.  But I had tried a Saturday afternoon before, and found it much more varied.  I had an early lunch, and took off…

    The parking lot is jammed.  I have to park on the street.  Something I have never done in all the years I have been going.  I go into the straight theatre.  It’s where the guys are.  Men I’ve never seen before and some regulars.  There is a cocksucker, no longer in the seat, but kneeling on the floor.  He is sucking a bald white man, around my age, who sports a long, thin cock.  Four men I’ve never seen before have their cocks out and are jerking as the they watch the action.
    I sit to the side.  I haul out my hardening dick.  I am pretty sure that at least one of those four men will want more than their hand.  I am ready to find out as…
    “Hey!  You’re here!”
    I turn.  It is a light skinned Black man.   He is 40-ish and looking very dapper in a two-piece suit.  I instantly recall when, several months ago, he took maybe a third of my cock in his ass and thought he had the whole thing.  He grabs my wrist and leads me to the back row.  I sit on the bench next to where the guy is giving head on the floor.  The suit coat comes off and is left on the back of the bench in front of us.  He kneels.  And begins giving me head.  Side by side with the other couple.
    The audience can now watch two big dicks being serviced.  They stroke with abandon.
    This guy is good with his mouth.  I lean back and try not to think how I’d like to go down the row of all those guys jerking, taking each load.
    My cocksucker is dripping vast amounts of spit all over me (why I wear clothes I don’t care about.)  It’s actually kind of hot to feel awash with it all.  Once or twice the guy getting blown next to me has caught my eye with that “I hope your sucker is as good as mine” look.
    My sucker stands up, making me look back at him.  He drops his pants.  I can’t imagine what his suit pants will look like later after they fall to his ankles and sit on this floor.  He turns and leans on the bench in front of us.  I slide to the floor and eat his ass.  He is freshly showered, but with just enough sweat from the exertion of sucking me, to taste wonderful.  I shove as much spit up his hole as I possibly can.  It is as tight a hole as any I have ever tongued.
    “Fuck me with that big cock,” he whispers—but loud enough for the audience to hear.  They jerk harder.
    I stand.  I am greased up with a lot of lube on my cock.  A LOT of lube.  I work the head into his tight pucker.  He gasps.  A guy, jerking, steps closer.  I hold in place.  I inch forward.  One inch.  My guy groans.  Another inch.  Maybe a third of my full length.
    And his hand reaches back, grasping my shaft.  Tight.
    We stand like this for a few minutes.  I try to move his hand away.  He won’t budge.  He just groans and pants. 
    I try to inch in a little more.  Nothing moves.
    A man comes over from the wall, offering my guy a dick to suck.  I like this idea; it will take his mind off his ass.  But he disdainfully pushes the proffered cock away.  I sigh.
    We continue to stand like this for a full five minutes.  That is an eternity of no pumping.  No fuck motion at all.
    My cock is going down from a combination of no movement, the death-like grip he has on it and from me now getting pissed.  I finally lean across his back and tell him to let go, I need to move. 
    He lets go—but steps forward just as I was going to add an inch into him.  I come out of his ass altogether.  He swivels around and tells me it felt great and wasn’t I even deeper than last time. 
    “I think it was the same, or maybe a little less.”
    He looks disappointed for a moment.  I excuse myself and go to take a piss.  I know none of these men are going to touch my dick knowing it’s been in an ass, even an exceptionally clean one. 
    I go into the gay cinema.  The crowd here is nowhere as big as next door.  But a young white college student kneels in front of me the moment I take my cock out.  He gives me great head for his experience level.  He really wants my load.  But that is incredibly far away after the death grip.  He sucks and licks until he just can’t stand the cold linoleum anymore.
    I go back next door.  All the men have vanished.  But for my first guy.  He waves to me from the seat we’d used.  I sit down and let him suck me some more.
    “Do you want my ass again?”
    “Will you let me try to actually fuck you?”
    “But you were…”
    “No, I was inside you.  Some of me.  It’s not the same thing.”
    We agree to stick with his mouth for now.  Once again, I tell him that we should try his ass with him relaxing in my sling, away from everyone else.  He nods, but never asks for my number…
    *
    The huge crowd is now totally gone.  Two guys who want to just jerk are doing just that in the gay theatre.  In the straight is a lone white man, who looks vaguely familiar.  He has taken one leg of his trousers off and folded them over onto the still clothed leg.  He is jerking to the video on the big screen and to porn playing on his phone.
    I try to make eye contact to see if he wants some help.
    Nothing.
    But I am pretty sure I’ve had this guy before.  I go over to him and kneel in front of him.  He stops jerking.  I take his wet cock in my mouth.  He keeps the phone positioned just above me—perhaps to block out the image that it’s a guy making his cock feel so good.
    I suck and slurp.  I lick his big balls, making his dick drool as I slowly jerk it.
    I clean that up.
    Then, from high above: “You swallow?”
    I grunt an affirmative.
    And like clockwork, he let’s go of an enormous load.  I have to swallow fast to keep up with it.
    I clean up every drop.  He continues to look at his phone. 
    Never at the man who just gave him what he wanted…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Two Bookstore Oddities: The Death Grip and the Phone Block   February 9, 2024
  22. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—January, 2024
     
    On Sunday, the third week of January was full of playdates.  Three to be precise.  By Monday, there was one.   I landed a work gig and now had a conflict with Friday.  My fisting bud graciously agreed to come to the playroom two weeks later.  Another bud had his own work conflict, his boss couldn’t let him have Wednesday off.  We agreed to meet the following Wednesday instead.
    That left my Tuesday meet.  Maybe.  He was a young man who had stood me up before.  After a long silence, he explained what had happened beofre and could I give him another chance.  I wasn’t sure I should, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and said ‘Yes.’  He desperately wanted to be pissed on and to finally get fucked by a man of my size.  We talked about it, but not too much.  It really seemed like he wasn’t doing one of those ‘wank to my answers’ email exchanges.
    On Tuesday, the time for his text saying he was on the road came.  Nothing.  Thirty minutes before he was due to arrive, I got on Recon.  He was not online.  I wrote him a lengthy message saying never again.  I waited, not sending it, until his appointed arrival time, and then, ten more minutes.  Nothing.  No one at the door or a text with an excuse.  I hit ‘send’. 
    And I was pissed, mostly with myself that I had let myself in for it a second time.  I had gone from a full week of sex partners to none. 
    I got in my car and drove to the bookstore to find someone to put me in a better mood…
     
    The parking lot is almost bare, not helping my fuming.  I am jovial with the female clerk, who seems to think of me as a personal friend.  I sit in the straight theatre.  No one here.  But the porn is nasty and hard—fitting my mood.
    The Voyeur comes in.  He nods to me and stands along the back wall.  We chat.  He commiserates, but does not get his cock out.  Eventually he goes off to scout the noises we hear through the grating separating the two theatres.
    The porn heats up.  I happily stroke.  The door open.  A white man, around 40 comes in.  He sits in the chair against the wall where he can see the screen—and me.  In moments he is kneading his crotch through his pants.  Soon, the zipper comes down.  His hand snakes inside.
    He is large framed guy—could easily have played football at school.  Still in good shape; you can tell his arms fill the sleeves of his shirt.   His face is as handsome as his chest is pumped.  He is watching the movie half the time and me the other half.  But he doesn’t pull out his dick; he seems quite content to feel himself up through his fly.
    Suddenly, he stands.  “Fuck it,” I hear him say under his breath.  He walks to me.  “You have a gorgeous cock.  Can I suck it?”
    I really smile for the first time since I drove here in a huff.  I nod and spread my legs.  He steps over me and kneels.  He just looks at my dick for a long moment, then, almost reverently, he holds the base and goes down on me.
    He’s terrific.  Great suction and, damn, his mouth is wet.  My pants are soon getting soaked from all the spit he’s producing and I don’t care.  He can’t get enough of my precum and the scent of my cock and balls.
    Now he licks the nuts.  Thoroughly.  He groans as his tongue digs deeper and connects with my cock ring.  He spends forever licking them, cleaning them of sweat and his own spit that got drooled down onto them.
    He takes my whole cock deep in his throat for the first time.  It’s a tight fit.  But not painful.  Until he does it repeatedly.  His teeth scrape the base of my shaft.  I wince, but the good is out weighing the bad.  I let him have his way with my cock.
    Finally, as I see him tiring, I tell him it feels great, but I likely won’t cum.
    He seems relieved.  He uses my knees to help him get up off of his.  He thanks me and tells me it’s the biggest he’s ever sucked.  He leaves.
    I go piss.  And notice there are red abrasion marks where his teeth kept hitting right at the base of my dick.  But he didn’t break the skin.
    I check out the gay theatre.  A couple of regulars are there—and the voyeur.  But the movie is so bad (first time porn guys talking to the cameraman—forever!—about why they want to be in porn) that I go back to the other side.
    It’s still the same video—and just as filthy.  Now with two guys in the same woman.  She can barely open her mouth wide enough…
    I stroke.
    A guy comes in.  He is maybe 25.  A young Latino with his jet-black hair pulled back in a ponytail.  He, too is good looking, with black stubble covering his cheeks and chin.  He stands against the wall.  Not right next to me.  He can’t take his eyes off the screen.  His hand begins kneading his pants.
    The Voyeur comes in and stands next to him.  He does the same.  He takes his cock out first.  Then the younger man.  His cock is thin, with a lot of foreskin.  The three of us stroke.
    The Voyeur, ever helpful, leans into the Latino and whispers: “That guy is a really good cocksucker.”
    The Latino looks at me, hesitates for a maybe 10 seconds, before turning and offering me his dick.  The moment it is in my mouth, I work the foreskin back with my tongue.  He groans.  The Voyeur moves around and presses himself against the young man’s back and begins to work his nipples through his T-shirt.
    The guy doesn’t stand a chance of prolonging his orgasm with the two of us working on him.  He begins to moan.  He grabs the sides of my head, thinking I might pull away.  Suddenly, he is convulsing, spewing his creamy seed into my mouth.   Blast after blast.
    Now it’s my turn to hold on to his balls so he doesn’t pull away.  He lets me get every last drop from his shrinking cock.
    And I begin to feel better about my day…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Voyeur Recommends My Mouth   February 7, 2024
  23. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—January, 2024
    The morning after I played with GaryM, I knew I would be headed to my favorite haunt. I had ended that session quite content, but I was hankering for more. What I found proved to be an explosive session…
     
    I arrive just before 2pm.  There is one older white man in the straight theatre.  He is in the cocksucker’s seat, but I am pretty sure he’s not there to give head.  He seems enthralled by what I think is very average porn.  I sit off to the side.  My dick is hard, even with the rather slow ‘point of view’ porn.
    The door opens.  A young, good looking Black man enters.  A man who I’ve never seen before.  He walks down to me the moment he sees my dick.  His hand reaches out and hefts it.  “Damn…” he mutters.  He goes to the back wall and unzips his pants, taking out a cock that is only a few millimeters smaller.  Not wasting time, I get up and go to him.  I go to my knees.  He grins and pushes his pants down to his knees, turns and presents his lightly haired ass to me.
    Well, fuck!
    My face is instantly buried in his ass crack.  I find his hole and begin tongue fucking it.  He moans and jerks his cock.  “Fuck me, Daddy…with that big white dick…”
    I stand.  I lube myself up.  His hole is open and ready, even with just a few minutes of me eating him out.  “You want it raw?” I ask, though I think I know the answer.
    “Fuck, yes!”
     I slide into him.  He’s hot and wet.  With some great muscle control.  He squeezes me often as he jerks.  “Fuck me ‘til I shoot,” he mumbles.
    I pick up my fuck tempo.   His hand matches my rhythm.  If I slow down, so does the fist stroking that big dick.  I build it back up.  My hips are now really slapping into that full ass.  The guy near us is actually jerking to the raw fuck happening next to him, not the screen.
    “Oh, yeah!” the young man moans.
    And in just a few more strokes, he explodes all over the floor.  I stay in him for a brief moment, wondering if he’ll let me load him, but he’s done after his orgasm and pulls off me.  He doesn’t bother to mop up, he just stuffs his dripping cock and wet ass into his designer underwear.
    “That was hot,” he whispers in my ear.  “Thanks, Daddy.”  He takes off. 
    All in the first 17 minutes of my time there…
    *
    I go to the gay theatre.  A regular, a white cub, is stroking.  He has given me a load before and comes right over the moment I sit down.  I get a new one, thick and creamy, with very little work.
    In the back corner are two men, I can only hear, having sex.  They move into the room proper now.  A white guy in a backwards ball cap, decently built and likely in his early 40’s, has obviously been sucking a younger Black man, who I don’t recognize.  He is slightly younger than the man doing him, but older than the man I’ve just fucked.  He sits on a chair across from me.
    They watch me watch them as Ball Cap continues to suck, now between the other man’s spread legs.
    “Go suck his dick.”
    Ball Cap looks up at him, then at me—and crawls across the floor.  He settles between my spread legs.  He sucks quite well.  I watch him take me deep into his mouth.  Suddenly, I have a black cock in my face.  I take him into my mouth and begin to suck.  He groans.
    Now it becomes a fun free-for-all.   Every body takes turns on each other.  Ball Cap hauls out his dick, as well.  There are moments of one man being done while he is doing the third.  Moments of two mouths on one cock.  All of us get fairly equal attention from the other two.  We are all dick hungry pigs.
    We are back in the first position, me sitting with Ball Cap on my dick and the other man in my mouth when he suddenly starts breathing hard.  I get a mouthful of tasty, but watery cum.  I vaguely feel like it should be Ball Cap’s, but he doesn’t seem to care.  We stop while the guy cleans up before taking off.  Ball Cap goes out and into the arcade.  I go back into the straight side.
    I sit in the vacated cocksucker’s seat.  There is man off to the side.  I suddenly recognize that it is Hipster Goatee from the day after the blizzard.  He recognizes me, too.  He comes back and sucks my cock for a bit, then stands, presenting his tiny penis.  I go to my knees and suck him, but this time I think I know what he needs.  I worm a wet finger up under his balls as I suck.  He gasps as it touches his asshole.  He begins seeping precum as it enters him.  In moments he is giving me his load.
    I am alone for a bit.
    The door opens.  It is a hot Latino I have not seen here since before the pandemic.  He has a shaved head, black glasses and a cock as big as mine, but in a lovely shade of light brown.  He remembers me.  He whips out his cock and I suck and he plays with my dick.  I have to really mind my teeth with his guy.  He is constantly dripping precum. 
    I am surprised when he pulls out of my mouth and takes a turn on me.  I don’t remember him sucking before.  I do know that we’ve shared ass in the past.  And, seemingly, he remembers, too.
    “We should go next door and see if someone wants to get fucked.”
    We do up our pants and go over.
    We find an older white man there in the cocksucker’s seat.  Shaved Latino unzips and pushes his pants down to his knees.  He sticks his dripping dick into the guy’s face.  He fucks the man’s mouth hard.  He means business.  He leans over, thrusting his hand down the back of the older man’s pants.  Shaved Latino’s bare ass is right in front of me.  I go to my knees and lick him.
    I don’t expect the groan of pleasure from him.  But he has his cock in a practiced mouth and his ass in my face.  He grinds back on me.  My cock is raging.  I know I’m not going to fuck him, but just my tongue in an unexpected hole is hot as fuck.
    Suddenly the older guy worms out from under us.  He gets up to leave, forcing us to stop.
    Shaved Latino is panting.  I really want to drop a load.
    I’m blunt.  “Can I eat your butt until I get off?”
    He looks at me for half a second before saying “Sure.’
    He makes himself more comfortable, stepping out of his pants and underwear.  We move deeper into the deserted room.  He leans against the back of a chair, arching his ass at me.  I go to my knees.  My tongue traces down his fairly hairy crack.  It burrows into his tight pucker.
    “Damn, you know what you’re doing…”
    I am so close.  I keep licking and spitting and worming my tongue into his ever-loosening hole.  He reaches back and grabs the back of my head and pulls me tightly into his ass.  I can barely breathe—and it’s the perfect trigger. 
    I erupt between his shoes, shooting the massive, built-up load…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Another Bookstore Bonanza   February 5, 2024
  24. FelchingPisser

    GaryM Brings His Toys

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—January, 2024
     
    GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different.  I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. 
    And it went on all night.  I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up.  After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep.  It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed.  I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired.  It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive.  I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late…
     
    He looks good.   I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor.  There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use.  I step in.  I let him inhale the scent.  Me and the jock.  I grind the pouch into his face.  He begins to pant.  My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue.  I let him get the fabric wet.
    With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock.  GaryM is all over it.  He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it.  It feels great.  I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face.
    GaryM grunts with each thrust.  His cock responds, too.  I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him.  He goes for the full length of me down his throat.  It gets so tight, so deep.  It feels great and pinches at the same time.  I gasp.
    He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly.  I sigh out loud.  After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass.  For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker.  His groans match my own.
    “Get up on the bench.  I need to do that to you.”
    He does.  I kneel and dig in.  My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in.  He groans and I hear his poppers open.  I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick.  Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready.  I press against his hole.  GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him.  I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me.
    I fuck him.  Slow and long.  Then fast and hard.  I pull out and move to his mouth.  GaryM cleans my cock with relish.  He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily.
    I go back and fuck him again.  Harder.  One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper.  I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy.  I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought.  It slides into him quite easily now.  My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy.  This time I am on top of the toy.  I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it.  GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so.
    We break.  I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat.  Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench.  But it was too low  for sustained fucking with my long legs.  This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two.  It raises the height of the bench nicely.  I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar.  He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench.  I pull the bar up and his legs come up.  He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest.  His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. 
    We fuck hard, both of us grunting. 
    I give him my cock to clean.
    We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face.  He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth.
    “Let’s do it right in the sling.”
    I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling.   My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups.  GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls.   It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass.  I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me.  His tongue reaches my pucker.  I hit the poppers I save for this moment.
    We lose track of time.  He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men.  I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold.  I try to piss for him.  I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him.  But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was.  And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me…
    *
    We have switched places in the sling.  GaryM has brought three toys with him.  They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes.  After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him.  Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one.  I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit.  The toy is not that slender.
    I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead.  I fuck.  I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth.  He cleans me—and I fuck him again.
    I go for the next toy.  It is fatter.  I grease it up.  Gary has to really push against it to open fully.  But it goes in.  I turn it.  Slowly.  There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist.
    GaryM is panting.  The toy comes out.  My dick goes in.  He actually flinches.
    “I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that.
    He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf.  It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls.  He takes the first one with ease.  And the second.
    I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. 
    The balls go in again.  One.  Two.  And the third.  It hits the bend deep inside.
    “That’s it.  I think I’m done.”
    I help him out of the sling and we hug. 
    There is so much more to good sex than just getting off…
     
    The original post, with some intriguing comments, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Brings His Toys    February 3, 2024
  25. FelchingPisser

    Mouth Over Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—January, 2024
     
    Kieran, the married bear who is an excellent cocksucker, had been trying to set a date to meet up.  First, the holidays got in the way. On my return, my schedule was unexpectedly busy—and didn’t coincide with the limited days he had when his wife was working.  Then the snow kept us apart even longer.   Finally, we found a day in the middle of the month.
    I suggested we meet at the bookstore so we could play with others as well, but Kieran really wanted to meet in the playroom.  So, we did.  He arrived early and eager.
     
    Kieran is naked, but for his thick woolen socks.  He is stroking his short, fat cock to the porn playing on the big screen television as he sits on the bed.  I have just come into the room from leaving my clothes upstairs in the bedroom.  I hang my robe on the door knob.  I’m glad I have my boots on as the playroom’s cement floor is cold, though the air is warm from the space heater.
    Kieran motions me over.  With my long legs and how low the bed sits, he is right at eye level with my bulging, slightly discolored jock.  I press it into his face, not really sure how he’ll react.  He inhales deeply, grunts, and begins licking at my cock through the fabric.  Soon, it is pulled to the side so his lips and tongue are on my hot flesh.  He is a great cocksucker—and he knows what he’s good at.  His tongue works my dripping head.   He slowly licks the shaft.  He comes back up and his lips oval.  The moment he swallows me down is electric.  He grunts the sexiest noise as my pubes brush his nose.  There is none of that tight pinch I get when I’m deep in many men’s throats.
    Now it’s just his tongue. 
    Head.
    Shaft.
    Balls.
    Repeat.
    I just let him go to town.  I look over at the porn, but it’s a distraction to what I’m feeling.  He deep throats me again—bringing my attention fully back to him.  Just as quickly, he returns to my balls.  I grab my wet shaft and stroke it.  I smear some precum on his cheek.
    Balls.
    Shaft.
    Head.
    Deep throat.
    He has been sucking me for the entire first scene of the video.  The two cum shots on screen make me realize how long this has gone on.  He’s in no hurry to do anything else, so I just let him have his way with my juicy cock…
    *
    I finally suggest we move to the fuck bench.  He gets in place quickly, his full, hairy ass up in the air.  I kneel and dive in.  His ass lips are large, without any stimulation from me.  I know he has a toy he uses on himself.  I silently wonder how often he is using it, out in the barn, away from prying eyes.
    I lube myself as I rim.  I stand up and slide in. 
    He groans.  “Damn, a dick is better than plastic.”
    I begin a slow fuck, speeding up fast, to show him just how better the real thing is. 
    I pull out. 
    “Bring it here.”
    I obediently move to let him taste his ass juices on my cock.  He devours it. 
    I go back and fuck him again.  This time my leg is up on the bench, right in front of his left leg.  I go deeper.
    I pull out.  Maybe I went too deep.  There is no mess, but I don’t want to bury my face in his ass, as I normally would after a fuck.
    We move to the sling.
    We fuck.
    No, he’s fine now.   Maybe it was gas.
    I use the egg headed dildo on him.  A mistake.  I have opened him up wider and deeper and something is lurking there.  In the past, he felt uncomfortable when I suggested a touch up in the bathroom.  It is still just the hint of something, so I go back to my dick.
    He is stroking himself as I fuck.  I lean down, dick still in place and my tongue can just reach his piss slit.  I lick it up and then drool it down onto my cock.  I fuck the saliva and precum into him.
    I concentrate on that.  And find that I could actually get off.
    “You want my load?”
    “Fuck, yes!”
    I fuck him faster.
    “Here…” I pant, “it is…”
    And I shoot.  Not a mind blowing, worked-for-two-hours-on-it load, but pleasant.
    And he’s thrilled. 
    *
    There was only the tiniest bit of mess on my dick as I paper toweled it after.  He may have been happy, but it was an incredibly short session for me.   This is now the second time he has not been as clean as my long cock needs him to be.  It is going to be an interesting text when I talk to him about clean out.  A quick rinse, like what he does for his toy, is not what I’m about…
    Or maybe our sessions need to stay oral…
     
    The original post is here:   From My Side of the Sling: Mouth Over Ass       February 1, 2024

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