FelchingPisser

My Playroom—March, 2023 Rock chatted with me on the fisting site. He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet. I was wrong. He liked all that I had to offer: a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports. We quickly found a date that worked for both of us. On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace. Right on time, Rock was at the front door. He is tall—taller than me, so likely 6’4”. He is thickly built, with dark blond hair. He’s in his mid-20’s, but has a lot of sexual experience under his belt. He also has a slightly goofy smile that makes him incredible charming. And hot. He comes in. He is sure of his clean out—so we head right down to the playroom. I show him where to stow his clothes and go back up to get rid of mine. I add the jock that I’m wearing to get dirty for an admirer and my boots. I go back down—carrying the coconut oil. Rock is waiting for me, naked, on his knees at the base of the sling. I had given him no instruction about it—he just knew his place… I step forward, my covered mound of cock flesh rubbing against his face. He groans as he begins to mouth the fabric. He’s really hungry—and I want to feed him. My cock hardens. I release it from the jock and it stretches towards his mouth. He takes about half my length in one gulp. His mouth is hot, wet and experienced. He gives really great head. I pull out and bring that active tongue to my balls. Instinctively, he knows to lick, not to try to suck them into his mouth. Eventually, I lift them by pulling up on my dick, so he can bury his handsome face just below, them—where cock ring and balls meet. It’s my turn to groan. “I need to eat your hole. Get up on the bench.” Rock does as he’s told. I kneel and my tongue pushes into his young pucker. He groans and I hear poppers uncapped and inhaled. I lick and prod. He opens easily as the rush of fumes relaxes him even more. I lube myself as I rim—and in moments, stand to fuck him for the first time. He grunts as I slide in. All of me. In one long forward movement. “You have even more cock than your pictures show,” he pants. I just hold until I feel his muscles relax. I begin the fuck. Slow and easy. “Fuck me, Sir.” He looks up into the mirror and sees me fucking. “Can I call you Sir?” I nod—and pick up the tempo of the fuck. Faster. Harder. Making Rock pant. I pull out. “You want to taste your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Love it. Makes me feel really slutty.” I bring it to his face, while he’s still on the bench. He licks his ass jizz off me—moaning in the back of his throat as he does it. I go back to fuck. I stay in him a little longer and repeat the ATM process afterwards. This time, I tell him to clean my balls, too, as his hole is super wet now. He savors each one. I go back to his upturned ass. I slap his slightly gaped hole with my cock. Piss spurts out, cascading down his moderately hairy ass crack. I kneel and lick it up, pushing some of the pale piss into his hole. I fuck him again. This time the cleaning of my cock and balls gives him his first taste of my clear piss. I pull out the egg-headed dildo. My cock has opened him, so it goes in with the merest hint of resistance. I pull it down and slide my cock in with it. He takes a hit as he realizes just how full he feels. I repeat it again—this time with my cock under the toy. “Clean my cock over here.” I toss the mat from the rimseat on the floor next to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed, my wet cock bouncing. He scrambles off the bench and kneels on the mat. He licks every millimeter of my cock and balls. When his mouth is on my nuts, I will myself to piss. I create a piss fountain that runs down my cock and unto my balls, where Rock can let it play on his tongue. He groans out his appreciation. I lean forward and bring his head up from my crotch. I kiss him, wanting to taste everything he is tasting. It lasts for a long moment, as our tongues wetly explore, then I push his head back down again to my drooling cock… * As I’m adjusting the stirrups of the sling for his height, Rock says “I love how you fuck—and I love your piss. If you want to skip the fisting, I am fine with just what we’ve been doing.” I agree with him—I can’t keep my mouth out of his hole and I’d rather not have the industrial strength lube in my guts. I fuck him for the first time on his back. I watch the pleasure I am giving him wash across his expressive face. I piss on his hole here. I lick it up and bring some up to his mouth. He gargles with it and doesn’t swallow, but lets it all flow out over his chin and chest. I go back and lick it off him. I crank him open with the speculum. I don’t think he’s had one in him before. I finger his prostate. And fuck with the device in place. I pull out and send a splash of piss into his open hole. Rock groans—and fuck the piss deep into his manhole. Now I want to really eat his ass. I set up the rimseat and lie down. This is a first for him. He sits gingerly on my face. My tongue slides deeply into his spread hole. He gasps. I mumble for him to hit his poppers. He does and proceeds to babble as I lick his fucked-up-and-pissed-out hole. My cock is achingly erect as I lick and spit on his puffy ass lips. Finally, I touch his thighs—telling him to get up. “I want to drink my piss from your ass.” “Fuck, Sir. Please.” I have him lean on the fuck bench for the filling. I fuck him for a moment, then stop—keeping my cock deep inside him. I take a swig from my water bottle and piss begins to flow from my cock. It fills his ass, bathing my cock in my hot juices. When I run dry, I pull out and lie back in place under the seat. I borrow his poppers and take a deep hit. They hit just as he settles down above me. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips. I probe deep. Nothing but a single drop of piss. I do it again. I hear Rock groan and he releases it all. A piss cascade. A slightly yellow waterfall is forced down my throat. He is moaning loudly as he feels it all leave his body. I had no idea I gave him quite so much—but all I can do is keep swallowing. He slowly goes to just a dribble, leaking from his ass. My tongue works into him—and he really is empty now. My cock is drooling—and Rock even mentions how hard I am. I get him to stand. “In the sling. I want to see your face as I breed you.” I am on a mission—I need to shoot in that hot ass. I want him to have my DNA. And now! He gets in, his legs on chains, not taking the time for stirrups. I sink into him. I fuck. Hard. Rock, who has quite a big cock, erects as I fuck. He knows what’s coming. I do one last rim—and I’m there. I stand up and get my dick up his slick hole just in time. I pump spurt after spurt into him. I grab the top of the frame and just hang there—letting my cock marinate in his asscunt. “Fuck, Sir. I swear I could feel it…” I let go and go to my knees. I lick up the escaping cum. I keep it in my mouth. I stand up, lean across his chest and snowball our mixed juices into his hungry mouth… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Up Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 10, 203

This is, thankfully, so true. I used to wonder if I would have to pay for it as the years advanced. But many young men are eager for daddies who know how to fuck. I have even had young men refer me to other young men who are looking.

Near Home—March, 2023 A Sunday afternoon, towards the middle of the month. I went to the bookstore closest to me… There are only a few cars in the lot. I sigh. I’m horny. It’s been a full week since I have played. I go in and exchange pleasantries with the young woman behind the counter. I buy my ticket, piss and go into the straight theatre. I’m surprised. There are four guys here—one more than there were cars out in the lot. I sit against the side wall as the seat along the back wall is filled. Once I take out my dick, all four men resume stroking. Well, well… I watch the movie. I hear the guy in the back row get up. Seconds later he taps me on the shoulder. He’s a white guy, around my age and build, though his hard, dripping cock is not as big. He touches my cheek with the wet head. I crane around to suck him, but it’s uncomfortable—I just go to my knees in front of him. Instantly I am ringed by two other men, both stroking. One is a Mexican I have not seen before, rather short and round. The other is an older Black man who I often swap oral with after everyone else leaves. I suck the white guy deep into my throat. He pulls out of me and pushes my head over to the Mexican. I suck his small, uncut cock for a moment, before my head is guided to the big Black cock I know quite well. I suck—and groan deep in my throat. Once again, I am guided back to the first cock of the night. The men are jerking when I am not on them—and breathing heavily. I take the first guy into my mouth. “Oh, fuck!” he groans. He pulls out. He shoots his load on my face—first shot to my cheek, the rest in my beard. I grab his balls, hold him there and lick his cock head clean. “Take me,” grunts the Mexican. I turn. He goes between my lips. Instantly he is firing off, bucking into my mouth. I barely taste him as he shoots it all into the back of my throat. He pulls out sheepishly, and turns fast so I can’t clean his foreskin. The Black man is turned on—he usually takes as long as I do to shoot. Not tonight. His cock goes into my mouth and he gives me a massive amount of cum. Spurt after spurt of his jizz pools on my tongue. I swallow it all and he allows me to clean him up. The three of them leave. Maybe seven minutes have elapsed. I sit back in my chair. My cock is dripping, hard and angry looking. The last guy in the room stands up. “That was hot,” he tells me. I can only nod as I try to get my breathing under control. He comes closer. He’s white, late 30’s and very hairy. Chest hair shows along his tee shirt neck line and his bare arms are covered. “I don’t want your mouth; I want you in my ass.” I can’t believe my luck. He drops his jeans to the floor and bends over, leaning on one of the chair backs. I go to my knees again, but this time to eat ass. I love how hairy his crack is on my tongue. “I cleaned deep, hoping you’d be here.” I’m confused. I didn’t think I’d ever seen this guy before. But I just keep licking. “Fuck me, stud.” I stand up and enter him. He’s tight. I still make it all the way in. He pants—and squeezes down on my cock. “I’d love your load…” I slap his ass and keep fucking. He arches his back—and I hear the popper bottle open. He takes a hit. I slap his ass and fuck him hard—through two more rounds of his poppers. I really want to taste his wet ass crack. I pull out. And he’s dirty. My cock wilts and I go wash… * I am alone. No one was in the gay theatre when I came back from the wash room—so I am watching the better video on the straight side, now in the seat on the back wall. Moments like this are when I wish I could get off easier—I should have shot my load as I got the last cumshot from that circle of men. I sigh. And stroke. The door opens. A white guy, around my age with a shaved head, comes in. He stands next to me. We watch the video. It’s Italian—and with rougher sex than is usually shown here. Shaved Head tents up very fast. He unzips—and is in my mouth in no time at all. He’s thicker, but not long. A nice change. He sighs and reaches down to feel mine. “Hot,” he tells me. And a few moments later he is on his knees giving me head. The door opens again. A white guy in his 40’s ambles in, takes in the scene and walks over to me, unzipping. His long thin cock is already hard, and there is so much foreskin, it has not retracted. My tongue soon takes care of that. Shaved Head glances up to see me with a cock in my mouth. He grins and goes back to working harder on me. The next time he comes up for air, I touch the back of his head and bring him towards me. I let him take a turn on Uncut. I slip down and lick Uncut’s balls as Shaved Head sucks. Uncut moans softly, drowned out by the woman wailing out her orgasm on the screen. We switch back. Uncut is now in command. He is thrusting into my mouth. I recognize the urgency. “You swallow?” he grunts out. I make some sort of affirmative sound around his moving cock. He now groans and unloads. Shaved Head stops sucking so he can watch me take it—and swallow it down. Uncut load is salty—and not as copious as he makes it sound. I clean up his cock head and let go of his balls. The moment he moves away to zip up, Shaved Head stands up. “Take my load,” he grunts out. I lean forward and get one more load down my throat. Copious and sweet. The two men leave together. The place is now dead. I watch a little more, but I refuse to shoot for the benefit of the linoleum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Circle Suck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 6, 2023

Jackson—March, 2023 E The parking lot is very full. I pay for my ticket and go into the lounge. Many of the clientele here had resisted the change to the venue by staying home this last month—but they seem to be out in force today. Sex is happening in one of the glory hole booths and behind two of the curtained cabanas. Men are seated in the various areas, jerking themselves or groping at the mound of flesh under their trousers. I sit on the comfortable couch where I can see four different screens, each showing a different type of porn. I pull my cock out and stroke. I am soon joined by a man around my age who I have never seen before. In moments, he is sucking my dick, happily jerking himself as he does it. He deep throats me with ease and enjoys his thick spittle covering my cock when he pulls off me. “Don’t forget my balls.” He goes right to them, reveling in their scent. He licks at them without being told. And carefully takes them individually into his mouth, without the pain of trying to fit both inside at once. As he comes up for air, he discovers the slight musk from the once pristine jock, now with the pouch pushed over to the side of my package. He inhales deeply, reveling in its odor, before spreading the fabric over my wet balls. He then proceeds to lick my balls through the fabric. He jerks faster as he does this, huffing in the scent as though it is poppers. In moments, he shoots on the floor. He thanks me and takes off. I reach down and swipe up some of his load and work it into the jock fabric, thinking I need to remember this moment and report it to the jock’s owner. I give some head to an older man in the gay room. When I stand up, he returns the favor. I hear sex happening down the hall. I go investigate. A gray-haired cocksucker I recognize from here, is kneeling between the legs of a dak haired guy in his 40’s. I stand to the side and stroke. “You need to suck that big one,” the guy getting serviced says. The cocksucker just picks up his pace on the dick in his mouth. The guy in the chair beckons me over. He takes my cock in his hand and hefts it. “Fuck,” he mumbles. Suddenly his grip tightens and he is shooting his load into his sucker’s mouth. It goes on and on, it seems, from his grunting and panting. No drop escapes the hungry man on his knees. The guy lets go of me and does himself up. He ruffles the hair of the cocksucker and takes off. “Next?” the cocksucker says, looking at me. I smile and sit down. He goes down on me without another word. The first guy was great. This man is even better. There is suction, there’s the load in his mouth and the even busier tongue. I sigh and relax back into the seat. The guy I’d sucked in the gay room now comes in to watch. He unzips and gets his dick out again. He stands to the side and strokes as he watches me being given expert head. I wave him over. I want him in my mouth again while my cock is being worked on. He seems to hesitate—and another man, tall and lanky, comes into the room. He sees what’s happening and he pulls his cock out, too. The first watcher looks at the new man, and then walks over and sticks his hard cock into mouth. This makes the new man erect fully and begin to jerk. I can’t pay too much attention to him as I need to work on the cock in deep in my throat. Another man walks in. It’s the Marathoner, the tall lean man who is all top, but love for me to eat his ass. He comes around to the other side of me. I think he’s going to offer me his cock, so I can go from one to the other, but no, he’s just wants to jerk to the scene. The other man who is not busy goes after the Marathoner, but he can’t get a taste either. He settles for working the Marathoner’s nips. The man in my mouth is totally turned on by five men having sex in such a small space. In just a few minutes, he is not letting me suck, but is fucking my face. “I’m gonna cum. You want my load?” I grunt an affirmative. The man grabs my ears and forces his way deep into my throat. He groans and gives me everything in his balls. I can’t see it, but I hear the Marathoner lose a load all over the wall next to my chair. The guy in my mouth can’t take my tongue cleaning him up. He pulls out with a grunt and heads to the bathroom. The Marathoner leaves, without making eye contact with me. My cocksucker needs to get off his knees. I help him up—and he heads out of the room, leaving me with the tall, lanky guy. “Let me get a taste of that,” he says softly. I sit back down and let him suck me. He’s fine. Nowhere near as good as the two older men earlier. But he’s doing well. He rocks back on his heels. “I would really rather have this up my ass. You fuck?” “Sure. You prepped for it?” I hate asking, but at bookstores you never know… He nods. “Why I’m here.” He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. There is no underwear of any kind. I get up and he braces himself by bending over the chair and holding on to the back of it. It’s a skinny ass that goes right along with his body type. But there is a nicely haired ass crack. He reaches behind him with one hand and pulls his cheek, showing me his hole. I consider rimming but my wet cock just wants to explore him. I push in. He groans and takes me. He’s tight without being too tight. He relaxes almost instantly. “Fuck me, man. The harder the better.” I give him what he wants. Long and hard. I slap his ass—loving the contraction it causes, squeezing down on my cock. I wonder idly if I am close. The moment I think that thought my orgasm recedes. I fuck until he asks for a break. He pulls himself together and goes down to the booths in the basement. I go to my car for lunch. When I come back in to the lounge, the crowd has thinned. I find the tall lanky guy sitting watching porn. “You want my load?” He perks up and follows me back to the medical exam table. He gets out of his shoes and pants and lies back, his feet in the stirrups. His cock erects as I touch his ass. This time I go to my knees and lick his fucked hole. He groans, not expecting this at all. I could swear I taste jizz inside. Maybe he got lucky downstairs. I rim (or felch?) a little. He moans. I stand up and push into him. “Fuck me.” My stroke is long and slow—letting him feel every inch. “Harder, please…fuck me like a cheap whore.” I try not to smirk and pick up the pace. It’s been an active few hours and my cock is ready to explode. “Take it,” I grunt out and explode inside him. I grab his hips and stop thrusting as I shoot. I let go of him when I trust myself to move again. I pull out. “Did you just cum inside me?” I can’t tell if it’s just a check that I got off or if he’s upset. “I did what you asked,” I answer as I wipe my cock onto my jock puch. “I fucked you like a cheap whore…and cheap whores get an ass full of cum.” He smiles and lies back down on the medical exam table and fingers his cummy pucker… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Excellent Head and a Cheap Whore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 4, 2023

I have tried to fuck in the new year for years. Before they moved west, a couple in Chicago (who had an open relationship) threw a great NYE party. The guest list was a "greatest hits" collection of the men they had tricked with during the year. I was invited for years. We would fuck for two hours or so before midnight and then drank champagne creatively (snow balling it back and forth or pouring it over some one's ass crack to lick up, etc.) For the second half of the party, I was almost always under the rimseat to eat out the guys each time they were bred while someone rode my cock...

Near Home—March, 2023 I started the month off with a trip to my usual bookstore—but it was not my usual type of visit. I happened on some different type of play. Yes, there is some straight sex happening in this post. Well, there is a good gay twist…If this doesn’t work for you—you might want to skip this entry. It is a Thursday afternoon. I was quite sated from the back-to-back days of Evan and Zane (both so different, yet both fun.) I am going, frankly, to suck some cock after all the assplay. I sit in the back row of the straight side. It’s not crowded. It is not crowded. I stroke. The door opens. A younger Latino man comes in, one I don’t recognize. He stands next to me and looks at my cock. Silence. For a long time. “You suck?” I nod and he unzips. His slightly tumescent cock hardens in my mouth instantly. He is slightly longer than average, but really thin—a true pencil dick. The door opens. The guy tries to stuff his cock back into his pants. He ends up covering most of it, and looking extremely guilty, as a Hetro couple enters. They are both in their late fifties. Once seated, way down front and off to the side, he gropes himself and she reaches over to massage her man’s bulge. I look at the Latino. He’s petrified. His cock has shrunk so it’s easy for him to zip up. The straight guy nods to us. I acknowledge him, but return my attention to the film. The door opens again. It is a man in his late 30’s—and good looking. With him is a young woman, likely ten years younger than him, but certainly out of college. She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen in this place. They sit on the two-seater bench in front of me. They watch the movie. His hand is busy under her easy access skirt. I have had my dick covered, mostly, by my hand. I go back to stroking myself. The Latino can see over the young woman’s shoulder. He is turned on by the groping in front of us. The guy turns and sees my dick. He literally does a double take—as if we are in a Three Stooges two-reeler. He whispers in his girlfriend’s ear. She turns to take a look. “Congratulations, man!” says the guy. “I lucked out.” “Stand up, so we can really see it.” I smile and look at the movie on the screen in front of them. “Come on, man. She’s never seen one that size.” I look at him. I look at her—both still turned expectantly towards me. I stand and take my hand away. My cock does a slight bounce. “Fuck…” the guy says. He turns to her. “Could you take that?” “No way.” I start to sit down. “Come closer,” says the guy. “Let her touch it.” I move nearer to her, standing between them, with the two of them turned over the back of the bench. I offer it to her. She reaches around. She gasps. Her tiny had barely goes all the way around. “Can you reach all the way around?” he asks her. And to me: “I’ve heard that expression for years, but never seen it.” Again, I pull away to sit. “Just slap her cheek with that thing.” I know where this is going. But I am willing to play along. (The older straight couple have stopped groping/sucking now and are watching us.) “It’s a meaty cock,” I say, stepping closer to her. I lift it straight up and let it fall on her cheek. It makes a wet splatting sound. She gasps. “Again,” says the man. This time I use my hand to slap it against her cheek and then her nose. “You want to lick that big dick?” he asks. She nods. “Can she do that for you?” I don’t say anything. “Come on, man. She’ll never get another chance like this.” “Sure,” I tell them. “Lick the sides, not his head,” he directs. “That’s safe…” She does a few tentative licks on my shaft. Her partner is more excited, I think than she is. “Now the head. Can she lick your cock head?” She doesn’t wait for my answer she just does it. “Hottttt…” the guy groans. He digs out his phone. “Can I take a picture?” She nods. I say yes. He snaps away. In natural light and with flash. I pull out and slap her cheek again. Wetly. And he joins her tonguing my dick. I knew it. I could tell he wanted it, too. They pass it back and forth. Mouth to mouth. I can fit far more of my cock down his throat than hers. I suggest I move to stand in front of them, to make it easier, so they don’t have to be so twisted around to do it over the back of the bench. They like that—and happily share my dick. Back and forth. Or him on my balls as she takes me into her mouth. She never tries to deep throat me. The best moment is one on each side as they lick it and look into each other’s eyes. He pulls off me and turns more to her. “You think he’d fit inside you?” “No.” She is a very small woman, maybe 5’2” and small boned. He touches her knees and she opens them. “Just try it, hon,” She’s game. “You have a condom?” I don’t. “Go on. No fucking, just see if it will fit.” I wipe my precum off my cock and kneel. “I’m gonna video this…” And he does. I inch into her. With no real problem, of course. They both seem amazed she takes it all. I move a little—then pull out as we agreed. “You should clean me up,” I tell the guy. But he doesn’t, she does. I figure we’re done—so I go piss and do a wash when I realize I have lipstick on my cock. I check the gay cinema. No one. I go back in. The older couple has moved to the seat behind. I’m sure the guy wanted the same treatment. They didn’t get it. She has a young college guy, with his pants around his ankles, in her mouth. A guy I know is gay enough to bend over and take cock in the back corner. He pulls out as I come in. “Jerk off on her tits.” He tries, but his cock is going a little soft. I step over. He eyes my cock and his hardens a little. We both jerk. Aiming at her now bare chest. “Tell me when you’re gonna shoot, and I’ll video it.” I find I could go anytime. I want to wait for the young man. “That’s a beauty,” he mumbles, likely wishing we were alone. I reach over and touch his butt. He groans and fires all over her chest. I rub my dick head in some of his come and use it as lube to fire my own load onto her… And it’s all on video… * The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: “You Think He’d Fit Inside You?” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 1, 2023 (and it's not an April fool post.)

I love fucking in any cum, but I really love when it's the load of the man I'm fucking. With the guy I'm thinking of, I tend to fuck the cum out of him, smear his seed on my dick and fuck until it's my turn to cum, always deep in his guts. We both love for me to felch our mingled loads and snowball it to each other.

And I've done you there...in the television lounge, I believe...

Chicago—February, 2023 The next morning, Evan had to jump in the car and take off to see some friends. I had to hit the road, too. I was going to Chicago to see my favorite furry scent pig, Zane. He came to my house in September, so I was more than pleased to be asked to his house, while his housemates were away. It was an uneventful drive into the city; the best kind to have. Being a Saturday, I lucked out on traffic and got to his house in the middle of the afternoon. We talked—finding it hard to keep our hands off each other. We set up his sling and had an early dinner. Zane sent me up to the bed, which was next to the sling, on the third floor. He told me to close my eyes while he walked the dogs and got in the shower. I did as I was told, fully dressed. I actually dozed off… I am aware of someone near me, before I have a furry naked man, still damp from the shower, on top of me. Zane unbuttons my shirt. The moment it is open, his mouth finds my right pit. He snuffles in it happily—and brings the taste to my mouth. We kiss. Lightly for a moment and then with growing urgency. When he breaks free, he repeats the process with the other side. This kiss becomes longer. And I fully erect in my jeans, thanks to his squirming ass sitting on it all. Zane feels it and grinds his naked ass on the denim. Then he scoots down, unbuckling and unbuttoning. He pulls my dick free and takes it deep into his throat. He finally comes up for air and comes back to kiss me. He reaches back, as our mouths meet, and makes sure my rampant cock is in the furry valley between his butt cheeks. I eventually pull out of the kiss. I get rid of my clothes. I find the new jock in my bag and step into it, telling Zane we need to work on getting it dirty. My boots go back on. Then I lie back down on the bed, spread eagled. “Now, suck my cock some more—before you sit on my face.” Zane gets right to it, kneeling between my splayed legs. He sucks the dripping head, He deep throats me; he licks my hairy balls, digging his tongue into the join of ball sack and cock ring. Before long, he can’t help but come and settle that furry young ass on my face. He grinds into me, panting out his need. “Get me good and wet for your dick,” he murmurs. This makes me stop stroking and concentrate on just my tongue reaming him out. Zane moans. The sound makes me work harder yet. He finally pulls off me and takes his wet ass back to my dick. He lowers himself onto my cock. “Fuck, I’m so full…” He sits for a moment, adjusting. Now he begins riding me. Moving higher off my dick with each bounce. Over and over. Suddenly he pulls off me and the next thing I know, his ass is covering my face. His freshly fucked hole is so open now. My tongue roots around inside of me. Zane moans. He lets me rim for a long time, then slowly moves so we are chest to chest again. And kissing, sharing the taste of ass juices and precum… * We’ve moved to the sling. I am balls deep inside him. I wait as he uncaps some poppers and takes a long hit. The moment I see the cap go back on I am thrusting into him. Fast and hard. The sling frame groans and begins to sway. I stand stock still and let the sling do the work. It rocks back onto my cock and then off. Over and over, a little less each time. I grab the D-rings and push and pull it in the same way, while I stand still. But soon enough, my hips take over and I am fucking him hard, his wet ass making delicious sounding slaps as my hips and his butt cheeks collide. I go to my knees and eat him out again. He is a great ass lube producer. I lick and spit and swallow. I keep some of our juices in my mouth as I come up and slide my cock into him again. I lean across his torso. He opens his mouth and I dribble the juices into it. We kiss once again. And I fuck. I force my cock into the pouch of the new jock. I won’t all fit now, but I try. I grind the still mostly white pouch against his ass. Zane laughs, but the owner of the jock will be thrilled. I take my cock out and go back inside him. I fuck. And fuck. A water break. I blindfold him. I eat his pits out—and kiss him after each. I eat his ass—and kiss him. Sharing. I fuck him. I bring my cock to his mouth. I feed him poppers—and fuck him again. I go to my bag, telling him I am leaving him blindfolded for a moment. I have brought the wrist and ankle restraints. I buckle them on him as he lies there. Ankles first. Then wrists. The blindfold comes off. Zane loves the look of them on him. I fuck him once more, briefly, before I get him up and out of the sling and to the bed. He sits next to the hog tie clips. He knows just what I want. I clip his wrists to it. He rolls onto his back, bringing his ankles up, so I can do the same there. His hole is right there—my cock is rubbing it as I fasten his ankles. It is the easiest thing in the world to slip into him. I press the clip toward his chest. His ass rolls up for a better angle. We fuck with him bound and at my whim. I pull out for a moment and let his for appendages rest a moment. Then I push it down to his chest and enter him again. I fuck his wet ass relentlessly. This time when I pull out, I slip down to the floor and soothe his hole with my tongue. “I want to do that to you.” “Hog-tie me?” I ask. He grins and shakes his head. “Eat your ass.” I release him. He wants me in the sling, not on the bed. I get in. He hands me the poppers after he takes a long hit. I wait for mine. His tongue finds my hole. It is electric. I groan and take the hit. I don’t get my ass eaten often—but I always let guys who love to do it. Zane licks and spits and pokes into my hole. He kisses me. Bringing the taste of my hole to my mouth. I don’t want him to stop. Finally, we each take another hit and do it all again… * It is late now. We need to breed and go to bed. Zane is back in the sling. I bend, still inside him, and kiss him once more. He feeds me poppers, knowing it will trigger me. I begin to fuck…but I want his hole on my mouth. I bend and lick his juicy ass. It’s just what my cock needs. I stand up and slide back in. “Breed me!” I can’t quite form words—I am so intent on my orgasm. I thrust two, maybe six time—and I’m there. I convulse, firing off what feels like a large amount of semen into his already wet hole. I hang onto the top bars of the sling frame as Zane strokes his erection. He splatters cum, as only a young man can, in a massive explosion, all over his hairy chest. I let go and hold onto him. Still not pulling out. Marinating in his ass. We kiss. Finally, I pull out. I drop to my knees and lick up the few drops of my load that is running out of him. Zane moans—and I stand up to feed it to him… The original, with a pic of his hairy ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 30, 2023

My Playroom—February, 2023 Evan came to the playroom on the last Friday night of the month. He had found me on Asspig, the fisting site, a couple of years ago. He lives two states away and has driven in each time we’ve met. We play, eat dinner and then he spends the night on the bed in the playroom. I think this is his fifth trip to see me. He had purchased some new toys. I encouraged him to bring them. I have my regular ones, but I know that he loves a variety of shapes and sizes up his ass. He arrived late in the afternoon with a backpack full of goodies for the playroom… And flowers for me. Really. I don’t think any man has brought me a bouquet on a fisting date. Usually, the only rosebuds in my house are the ones I help nurture while they are in the sling. Truthfully, I was touched. And told him so. Evan had a drink to relax him from the drive, while I sipped my tea. We chatted about this and that as I hunted for a vase. Something, I soon realized, I don’t have. Eventually he went off to check his clean out and I stripped down, after having found a 19th century pancake batter jug for the flowers… Evan has made it down to the playroom. He is in a red jock—and kneeling expectantly. He is a short man, fit, and has a lovely, pliable ass. He may be all about his hole, but he loves my cock before fingers, hands and toys. He pulls aside the still very clean jock I am grunging up for a friend. He sucks me hard—and eagerly climbs up on the bench. I snap a picture of his ass before I kneel and tongue his hole open. PIC My cock goes into him. All of it. He is so ready. I fuck. PIC I ask if he wants to taste his ass. He does. Just the idea of it makes him shiver. He licks me clean and I go back to fucking. Soon enough I add the eggheaded dildo. “This is the one you add your cock with…?” he begins, but breaks off for a popper hit. The toy glides home. I stretch it down and add my cock. He feels really full now. I fuck. I pull out, lift the toy up and slide in again, my dick now under the toy. The first way feels better, so I go back to it. We fuck for quite some time. When I need to catch my breath, I go to the speculum. This is different for him—I usually use it in the sling, when he is on his back. He likes the stretch and encourages me to open it just a little farther. It is easily wide enough now to add my cock. I fuck him again, this time stretched with the stainless steel. I close the speculum down and insert the small pink butt plug from my collection. It is too small. I upgrade to the bigger black one. I want him to keep the stretch as we take a quick break and move to the sling… PIC * My hand is buried in his ass. No more pictures now with my greasy paws. I go back and forth between my left and right. I add my cock when the left is already in him. I curl my fingers around the shaft and jerk in his ass. He groans out his appreciation. I start in on his toys. Each time, I do the new toy and then go back to one hand or the other. There is a very standard sized bright pink dildo molded as a cock. I should have used it earlier, but he still enjoys the change. I go on to one of the beautiful bronze silicone toys—sort of phallic with a large base—for that knotted feel. My cock demands some action, so I slip that black ass grommet over my erection. This supersizes the thickness of my dick inside him. Evan loves it—and tells me so through his popper haze. It’s on to two more of the bronze silicone toys, each bigger than the other. It is fun watching his reaction as they go in. He recognizes the feel of them, of course, but they feel different as another person uses them on him. “Almost like they are brand new,” he murmurs, “with you inserting them.” He suggests some depth play, to take a break from the width stretch. I go for my graduated balls. He takes the first two with ease, then I work the next two in slowly. This is followed by my hand inching every deeper into him. I finger the bend, the second hole, as we call it. Evan is breathing fast—and we take another break. Still in the sling, we repeat the toys he liked the best. Now, he wants to try the fire hydrant, the toy that was gifted to me by the Ginger Bear. He takes most of it, but we can’t quite get it all inside, for his ass to snap shut on the thin shaft. I go back to my hand for a moment. Evan thinks he may have had enough. The movie has run out. We have been playing for three hours. We clean up and I take dinner out of the oven… The original, with the pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Evan Brings His Toys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 27, 2023

I will repeat what EW said: Get out the emery cloth and sand the chain smooth. I have three different sizes of links, all beautifully smooth, in my playroom.

There are certainly men who are fisted regularly who can take it quickly. I was responding to the OP who had barely ever taken a fist.

Thank you. I do know my way around an ass.

To me, the time will vary with every man. No two asses will take the same amount of time. I have worked my medium sized hands into an experienced guy in under five minutes. I have played with some guy's asses for 90 minutes and still didn't feel they were ready to take my full hand. I do open my men up with my tongue and fingers and cock first. Graduated toys can also be helpful in the stretch. Do not let anyone's hand enter you too soon or too fast. The ideal is to find a patient top who you can see regularly (and I know that is almost impossible where you live.) But a fisting top does not have to be a fucking top. Many fisting bottoms flip--and can be excellent teachers for they know just what's going on inside you.

Near Home—February, 2023 My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit. I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month… I am standing behind a very cute young man. He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all. He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home. He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me. He looks me in the face. No reaction. His eyes travel to my crotch. And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre. I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first. No one is there. At all. Why didn’t I just follow the college kid? I go into the gay cinema. I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out. There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men. One of the Black guys I recognize from here. He always looks like he’s come here from the law office. He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it. The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard. His cock is smaller, but still impressive. As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand. I open my pants and pull out my dick. The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up. Only then do I look around the rest of the room. The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too. I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public. He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too. I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth. He begins to suck me. The three guys behind the door pause to watch. The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet. Limits shows off his skills. He licks my shaft. He deep throats me. He goes for my balls. Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure. Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue. He groans and takes me down again. The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us. He wants more than a hand. I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door. I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load. Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us. I gesture for him to come join us. He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock. He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat. I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat. Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air. His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time. We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue. That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum. The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us. And suddenly he stops. Limits get up and leaves the room. Scraggly Beard goes after him. I am left alone with the movie. I sit down again and watch. In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in. He walks right up to me. “He says you fuck. Will you fuck me?” “With pleasure…” Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat. He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh. He comes back to me. “You’re big—so let me sit on you.” He turns, his ass right in front of me. I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin. I hear him uncap his lube bottle. I lean in and begin to lick his ass. He gasps. “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans. “Eat my ass out, man.” I do. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face. I never thought he’d want to get fucked. His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue. He grinds back into me. I begin to tongue fuck him. He groans again. Finally, he stands up straight. He fingers his very wet hole with his lube. He moves back to sit on me. I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over. I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are. He does. I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I push slightly. His ass eats me up. I just glide in. SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. Then: “Fuck me, stud!” I begin to pump into him. His hand wraps around his cock. He jerks in time to the fucking. “Like that?” “Love it, man. You can fuck me anytime…” I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap. His hole spasms around my cock. He grunts and strokes himself faster. “Can you load me?” “Maybe.” I am so fucking turned on. “I want to feel you shoot…” He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor. His ass spasms with each ejaculation. I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 24, 2023

Jackson—February, 2023 Good sex can either me leave me totally sated or it can just make me want more. The second bookstore trip had been fun and it just made me hornier as the week progressed. I went to another city for more on Saturday afternoon. The bookstore that had recently transformed the viewing stations into play areas had been slowly building a clientele. They were out in force on Saturday… I am sitting in a chair watching some less than average straight porn. But the distinguished looking man, with expertly coiffed grey hair, is giving me a terrific blow job. He is on his knees between my splayed legs. He had indicated he wanted to take me to one of the curtained cabanas, but the lure of my cock must have been too strong. He is slurping noisily away on me, choking himself on purpose. The noise attracts men, of course. They arrive one by one to watch from a few steps away—groping themselves. No one makes a move to join us. Suddenly the audience is just too much for my sucker. He gets up and grabs my wrist, leading me into one of the cabanas. He closes the curtains and unzips himself. I turn the tables on him for a moment and suck him. But he really doesn’t want that. He wants my load—and says so as he pulls out of my mouth. He kneels again, expectantly. “You can suck it,” I tell him as he goes down on me, “but I just got here. I don’t think I could possibly cum yet.” He tries to prove me wrong. He adds his hand to the shaft as he sucks. But it’s too tight. He’s actually hurting me, not adding to the pleasure. I tell him I need a break. And I do, not just from his hand, but because the place is so active today. I hate being shut away from the rest of the men. I take a tour. There is a blow job happening on the overstuffed couch in the gay area. Another in the Trans porn area. Guys mill about—maybe a dozen of us. I settle back in the chair I started in. The porn loop is better now. Instantly a Black guy, one of the viewers of my blow job out here, is on my dick. He is likely mid-30’s. He shucks his shirt, mid-suck, to reveal a well-built chest. His cock is out and being stroked, but I really can see as his body blocks it. He is good, if not great, with his mouth and tongue. More enthusiasm than skill. And then he goes to my balls. Fuck! Now he’s great. It’s a thick tongue and it is everywhere on my hairy sack—never applying too much pressure or trying to suck them into his mouth. I stroke as he licks. He pauses to raise my ball sack. He is now licking my perineum. He makes hungry sounds as his tongue and saliva covers all my hair down there. Finally, he goes back to my dick. But not for long. His knees hurt him—and I help him stand. His cock sways side to side and he rises. It’s big and thick. I suck it for a moment as he stands there. But he is a true sucker, just like the first guy. His pleasure is in giving. He excuses himself and goes into the gay room. The next time I see him, he is on his knees, going back and forth between two seated men on the couch… * I meet up with the tall, handsome white man I have fucked here before. He is also the man who traded off on Kyle’s hole with me—his first time with someone who is FTM. We hug. He, surprisingly, leads me into a curtained cabana room, too. He goes down on me. He’s great. He loves the fact that my balls are wet with someone else’s spit. He adds his own, too, before taking me into an effortless deep throat. When he finally stands up, I suck his cock for a moment. But my hands, resting on his hips, turn him around. He knows what I want and bends slightly, grinding his ass crack against my face. I lick his butt. I get him good and wet. “You want my dick?” “Fuck, yes!” He leans farther over, supporting himself on the built in bench in the back wall of the cabana. I keep tonguing his slowly opening hole. He’s a tight fuck, for a man who loves it so much. I tongue fuck him, leaving him moaning. “Stick your dick in me.” I slap my wet cock against his now wetter hole. I push in—and he takes me, pushing back. He is impaled on the first stroke with every inch I have to offer. I stand still. He huffs some poppers—and I begin to fuck. He’s tight and wet. His ass cheeks are hairy, which is a good enough reason for me to slap them, making his ass tighten down even more around my cock. He beats his own dick like crazy as I fuck. “Don’t make me cum yet,” he whispers. I slow down. Finally, I stop and pull out. He pivots and cleans my cock up. We hug again. I go wandering, but I know where I want to cum… * I am in the Trans room. I am eyeing a man against the wall. He stokes a slightly larger than average cock. I nod to him. He makes no move to me, he just keeps stroking. A cubby guy arrives. I recognized him from previous visits. He settles right down to suck me. He’s good, so I let him go at it. I hope the guy against the wall with let me suck him at the same time. But he just beats his cock faster. My cocksucker has worked up a sweat. He removes his shirt. Now my hand keeps going from the back of his head to his hairy shoulder. The talkative Black man, the unofficial greeter of this establishment and who is a fabulous cocksucker, pokes his head in. “You’re in good hands with him,” he grins. “Or should I say mouth?” He pats Hairy Back on the head. “Treat him right.” And he’s gone to find a dick to suck. Hairy Back is working every trick he knows on me, hoping for my load. But I know where I want to shoot. When HB’s knees tire, I go looking for my tall, handsome piece of ass. I find him in the same cabana, where he has left the curtain open. The talkative cock sucker is doing him. Tall & Handsome has lost all his clothes since I saw him last: they lie in a pile on the bench at the back. “Come in,” says Talkative. I close the curtain, unbutton my pants and present him with a second big dick to suck. He is delighted, of course, and goes back and forth between us. At one point, both our drooling cock heads are in his mouth, rubbing against each other as he tongues us. Eventually, I go to my knees and begin eating Tall & Handsome’s ass while he’s being sucked. “You should fuck him,” Talkative says, coming off the big cock for air. I grunt an affirmative. Tall & Handsome moans—whether it’s from the idea of my fucking him again or from my rimming or the cock sucking, I don’t know. I love the taste of his hole after my earlier plowing. I leave a lot of spit behind. I stand up to enter him. Hairy Back chooses that moment to push through the curtain. He takes in what’s happening and steps up on the bench. He drops his pants to his ankles. Tall & Handsome now has HB’s dick in his mouth, Talkative’s mouth and tongue on his cock and me entering his ass. He stops sucking long enough to groan out a “Fuck me!” before HB’s dick is shoved back in his mouth. It is the perfect moment for all of us. Each of us are right where we should be. I increase the pace of my fuck. It’s going to take me no time at all. I grab his hips and plow into his hairy butt. “Breed him!” whispers Hairy Back. “Give him that load.” “You want my cum?” I bark out. Tall & Handsome grunts something affirmative around the dick in his mouth. I pump faster. Talkative has wormed his way between Tall & Handsome’s legs. I suddenly feel his tongue on my balls and the underside of my shaft. Fuck! I explode. Deep in T & H. Talkative goes back to sucking as I leave my dick in place, marinating in my load. When I pull out, Talkative happily cleans me up. I kneel and catch one drop of my cum oozing out of T & H. I leave…with them all working to see who will shoot next… The original, and 1540 other posts, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Perfect Scene (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 22, 2023

Near Home—February, 2023 Here is another combined bookstore post, both taking place at the one nearest home. The first was on a Sunday afternoon, a traditionally good time at this place. But I, somehow missing it was Super Bowl Sunday, was pretty much alone in the place. At least there was an entertaining wife swapping video for me to watch. A good looking guy in his 40’s came in soon after it started. I was seated in the back row. He stood next to me, leaning against the wall. But he didn’t want his cock sucked. He didn’t grope himself. He just split his time between watching me stroke and watching the foursome on the big screen television. Two scenes into the video, he asked politely if he could sit next to me. He now watched me from a different angle. Forty-five minutes after he arrived, he finally reached out a tentative hand to touch my dick. Before he made contact, he pulled back. “May I touch you?” I nodded. He wrapped his fist around me, muttering something about how thick I felt. He jerked me for the entire next scene of the video. As the last scene started, he leaned over from where he was sitting and went down on me. I dreaded it—thinking he’d be awful. I was pleased he was not all teeth. Nary a nick. He didn’t stand a chance, with his limited technique, in getting me off, but it was pleasant. He stopped as the final orgasms happened in the movie. I don’t know, but it’s possible, from the way he left, he had just shot in his underwear… The second time I went was on the following Wednesday afternoon. I had yet another no-show for a session in the playroom. I had been totally ghosted this time—down to the man blocking me on Recon. I was horny, so I went, not thinking I’d find much to do… I am sitting on the straight side. A handful of men are sprinkled around the room watching. No action. The movie is average at best. The room feels darker than usual. Maybe it’s because the video is fairly dark (well, for porn.) I feel movement behind me—right at my shoulder. It’s half of the gay couple who come here to watch each other suck guys off. He moves around, kneels between my spread legs, lift his cloth mask and sucks me. He’s good. And it’s a great warm up. He only stops when his knees wear out. As he stands up, I feel a man at my shoulder again. I turn. It’s a thin Black man I have never seen before. His thin, rather stubby, cock is out and dripping in his fist. He pushes it into my mouth. Within ten seconds of his thrusting into me, I get his nut. He acts like I just gave him the best blowjob ever. He thanks me by squeezing my shoulder and takes off. There is not a murmur from anyone else in the room. In fact, the four men left in here are trying hard not to look in my direction. I push my hard-on into my pants and head for the gay side. There are four men in here, too. The moment I sit, a larger white guy, who often does me, surprises me and asks if I want his load. I take it, in as short a time as I had the last guy. This opens the flood gates for a mini-orgy. A tall Black guy unzips, and before I can even uncap my water bottle, is offering me his bigger than average cock. I take him. As he sighs out his pleasure, my hand is knock away from my own cock and someone swallows me down. I have to really concentrate on the cock in my mouth; he’s thick enough I have to be careful of my teeth. I must be doing something right, though, for the guy is pre-cumming like the proverbial faucet. I glance down to see who is sucking me—a white bear has my dick in his mouth, but my balls are now being licked by mask guy. who sucked me earlier. As this registers, the two suckers shift, so mask guy is deep throating me and the bear is lapping on my hairy balls. “You swallow, right?” As if he didn’t know—he just watched me do it—but I grunt something affirmative sounding. He begins fucking my mouth. “Take it,” he grunts. It’s a big load. I swallow and clean his cock. He stands stock still and let’s me lick off every drop on his wilting dick. He leaves. The bear who’s been on my balls stands up and gives me his dick. I suck him, but he goes semi soft fairly fast. He goes back to what he actually prefers—sucking me. Mask guy welcomes him back down there. The door opens. It’s Flared Head, from my last bookstore write up. He grins, seeing me being serviced by two men. He unzips and sticks that thick black cock, with the huge flared head, into my mouth. “Suck me like you did before,” he moans. I do my best. Suddenly Flared Head pulls out of my mouth. He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants to his ankles. “Lick my balls,” he commands. They are wonderfully fragrant as I take them into my mouth. The door opens. A white man I recognize as a jerker walks in. We are everything he hopes to find here. Two white men on my cock and balls and a big Black cock in my mouth. He unzips and jerks his regulation cock to all our action. Flared Head pulls out of my mouth again and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Come to the booth, I want to fuck you.” I shake my head. He sighs—and sticks his cock back in my mouth. The jerker groans and shoots all over the floor. Flared Head fucks my mouth. Suddenly, I can’t control my own orgasm anymore. I give the bear on the floor my load. Blast after blast. Flared Head pulls out of my mouth, pulls up his pants and goes out to look for an actual bottom. I look down at the Bear and Masked Guy. The Bear, who got the load shot in his mouth, is letting Masked Guy clean my dick so he can get some jizz, too… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: You Never Know: Two Trips to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 20, 2023

A few thoughts of mine own, as I am still going,.. Yes, to cash at the door. The host is also encouraging people to pay by Venmo ahead of time. The clothes check is free, with a tip encouraged. You need to wear something on your feet. I reserve an old pair of army boots for this event, as I am not fond of shower thongs--though you will see a lot of them. Old sneakers are great. I love the man who wears thigh high waders and gets them filled with so much piss so he can barely move. Fetish gear is encouraged. The average age, over the last few years, has dipped. I would say it's more like 49 or slightly lower. (A few in their 20's, more in their 30's and then more with each succeeding decade). Piss porn has lowered the age of attendees dramatically. I have played with so many younger men there now, as well as the older regulars. I have seen the piss dry up towards the end, but that is not a regular occurrence in my experience. I usually find it slightly dry at the top as men don't hydrate ahead of time, but by the end of the four hours, they are pissing like fountains. Yes, there is a lot of bareback sex. I can't tell you how many piss enemas I have given over the years at this event. The man who runs it brings his sling and encourages it. I love other guys to cover the man I'm fucking--with at least one pisser aiming his stream at my dick, so I fuck it into him... Yes, the floor will be awash with piss. (I used to sit next to the man who founded the group, back when it was in someone's basement. He told me this bar was chosen--for it had a drain. Just not very centrally located....) I agree--that if you have any interest in piss play you should come play with us.

There is still a monthly piss party in Chicago. Chgowaterbuddies.com for info.

My Playroom—February, 2023 Perry, after his whoring out at the bookstore with slings , wanted some one-on-one fucking. We chatted a little by text. He wanted to wear his cock cage. I encouraged it. He admitted some trick had scoffed at his little dick—and he’d found that a turn on. I made a mental note. We set a date for the middle of the month. Perry is looking good. He wonders the house a little, looking at the various antiques as we chat. But soon enough he is stripping off in the playroom. I go up to get rid of my clothes. I have the new jock on again. It has one nice streak of dried precum across the pouch. I go down and have Perry take a picture. I pull out the thick mat I use for the rimseat and place it by the bed. He kneels, his cock cage full of his tiny dick. “Suck my cock.” He inhales deeply, his face pressed to the fabric, before he does anything. He mouths the pouch a little. I must be impatient, for I get my junk out myself. He pleases me by licking my balls first. Licking not sucking. He leaves them very wet—which makes my cock totally stand up. He hunkers down so his tongue can get under them. He licks my perineum, too. Groaning. In the back of his throat. As if he is tasting something incredible. I am glad he loves the taste--for I feel the true smell/taste of a man is right there. Six hours after my morning shower. I groan, too as his tongue bathes me. He now works upwards, across the wet balls and up the shaft I have been lightly stroking. I let his mouth take over. I know I am precumming like crazy. His tongue keeps returning to my piss slit, swabbing it clean. “Let me taste your hole. Up on the bench.” Perry gets in place, checking that he can see himself in the mirror on the side wall. I go to my knees and dive into his spread ass cheeks. I wallow in the hairy crack and tongue drill his hole. I don’t rim as long as some days—my cock is demanding to fuck. I stand. My big helmet head pushes in with a slight plop. Perry pants—and, as his breathing returns to normal, I slide the rest of the way into his tight, wet hole. I fuck. Slowly. Long and deep. Using every inch of my dick. “Fuck me harder, Sir.” I pick up the pace. I love to hear the sound of my wet balls slapping against him as I pound away. I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He devours it. Cleaning me thoroughly. “Leave me wet, I want to go back without more lube.” Perry leaves plenty of spit on my dick. I like watching it slip through his ass lips. I fuck him just as hard the second time around, taking pictures as I do it… * Perry is in the sling. Seeing the cock cage, I remember to mention his little dick. How does he feel submitting to a man with a superior cock? Does he open his hole to any man who’s bigger? Perry’s eyes gleam at each sentence. He pushes back harder, rocking the sling into me. I can just stand still and be impaled by his hungry ass. As the momentum he created slows, I grab the D rings of the sling and pull it onto me. Then push it back and pull it forward again. Perry’s eyes are on the mirror above him, watching his ass be filled again and again. “Something new,” I tell him. I unsnap one the ankle restraints from where they are hanging by the regular stirrups. I buckle it on his right ankle. And the same for the left. “Stay there.” I leave to lower the middle section of the fuck bench, so it becomes a padded table. When I’m done, I help Perry out of the sling. “Sit on the table and lie back, your ass right at the edge. He rolls back, his head instinctively finding the small head piece there for him. I grab my homemade spreader bar—a couple of clips on either end of a pipe. I attach it to both his ankle restraints. I pull the bar towards him and his ass rolls up into position. “Hold this.” Perry grabs it as I go to my knees for a little rimming and a slight re-lubing of my cock. I don’t spend long tonguing his fucked hole. I spit in it a couple of times, stand, place my hands on the spreader bar and push my dick inside. Perry gasps. It’s essentially the same position as the sling, but the feeling of being used must be so much stronger. I push the bar towards his chest a little more. His ass is pulled up for a fresh assault by my cock. I fuck him like this until I know I need to give his legs a break. “I want to feel your tongue on my balls again.” I unclip the bar and get him up and off the table. I get into the sling, suggesting he kneel on the mat he used before. I spend a nice ten minutes of stroke time as Perry licks my balls and perineum once again. Occasionally he stands up to deep throat my dick and then goes happily back to licking me. Swabbing up all the fuck sweat I’ve generated from fucking him so hard… * “I want to try something else with you.” I am out of the sling and reaching for the wrist restraints. He still happily wears the others. I attach them to each of his wrists. I let the back end of the sling down. It sways, brushing the towel underneath it, hanging from just the front two chains. I take Perry’s wrists and attach them to a clip that is dead center at the top of the sling frame. His hands are now above his head. I pull him back by the hips so he is hanging there, back arched and his legs spread. His ass is prominently on display—and ready for me to do anything to it. I smack it with the palm of my hand. The sound fills the room and Perry groans. I go to my knees and eat his ass in this new position. The helpless feeling of it is really getting into his head space. His ass is so wet now. I just add more and more spit. “You want my cock?” “Yes, Sir!” I slap my very hard cock on his ass. I spit on it, not because it needs more lube, but so he can hear me do it. I grab him by the hips and enter him. A little rougher than I mean to…Perry gasps and says: “Fuck me hard!” I do. No warm up now. Just thrusting with a desperate need to shoot my load… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Restraining Perry (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 14, 2023 There is also an entry about making your own spreader bar: From My Side of the Sling: Equipment Close-Up: The Spreader Bar (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 17, 2023

My Playroom—February, 2023 He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites. He liked my dick pics. Of course. He was eager to make the drive to the playroom. He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule. Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.) He was nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same. I put on a new jock. Pristine. It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him. I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another. He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed. He tried to smile… “Are you alright?” I ask. “Sure. It’s been a while…” “Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand. “Since I’ve got fucked. I’m more of a cocksucker.” “Then why don’t we start there. Get me hard.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.” He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric. My cock begins to swell. I let him take me out. He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker. I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard. Finally, he pulls off my cock. “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base. “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I don’t respond. I just fuck his face. It’s my turn to be in charge. I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath. “Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench? Judd climbs aboard. He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting. “Please, just go slow…” I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue. I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole. He gasps. I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open. I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up. This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way. I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time. I stand and begin to enter him. It’s work—but the head pops in. I pull it right back out and go back to my knees. My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax. I try again with my cock. I bury maybe two inches in him this time. I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug. He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in. I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand. “Try your dick again.” I pull out the toy. And my cock sinks home. He pants—and takes me. I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck. He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock. He groans and takes all of me. I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, please, Sir.” I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices. I think he is surprised how much he loves this. We end up doing it every time I pull out. I use the speculum on him. I want him just slightly looser. He loves my finger in him after each crank open. He really loves when I fuck him with it in place. I remove it and fuck him again. Now his hole is just how I want it: tight, but accommodating. He cleans me up again before we move to the sling. “Stirrups?” “Yes, please.” I get his ankles in place. Judd can’t take his eyes off himself. He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels. I take the opportunity to piss on his hole. He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him. I fuck him. Harder now. The chains rattle. I use the egg-headed dildo. He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud. I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd. It’s back to just my dick. His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling. “Fucker me harder, Sir. I can take it.” So I do. And he can. I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass. I fuck again. I stop, still fully in him. “Where would you like to get bred? Here or the bench? He thinks for a millisecond. “The bench. I feel even more used over there.” I get him out of the sling and onto the bench. I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers. I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool. I am so ready to breed. “I want your load, Sir…” “I know you do,” I say, standing up. I slide in. I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now. “Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me. He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow. And I’m there. I cum—spurt and spurt… * Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower. I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress. “I saw you once before…” “Oh?” “Up in Lansing. You came into a gloryhole booth I was using. Your cock was out and hard—just like today. But I didn’t get to suck it. You were distracted by someone else.” I have no memory of this. “But I sure had it today.” He did indeed… The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2023

One of my vague New Year’s resolutions, was to get more new men from my area to the playroom. It has not gone well. I have had a couple (and we have had fun), but I have had far more cancellations than men following through. This is not really a surprise but, when they do cancel, especially without any kind of word to me beforehand, it sends me to the bookstore more often. Which, of course, means I can strike out there more times, too. Here are three visits to two different establishments. Two misses and a hit. I might have chosen to not write up the first two at all, but I have always told you the truth, so here they are… Near Home—January, 2023 It’s Sunday afternoon, the last Sunday of the month and a man, gung-ho online, has not shown up. No word at all. I give him half an hour before I go off to the bookstore closest to me. The parking lot is almost empty—which surprises me—Sunday afternoon is often a good time here. I go in anyway, it only takes one man, after all. I sit alone in the straight theatre. I hear the scuffling of feet next door. I decide to go see who is there. It is a larger Black man—the guy who loves to fuck my face—choking me with his last half inch. He smiles. I suck. I choke. He may even have cum, but he is so deep in my throat I can’t tell. I have enjoyed him before. Today he’s just in a hurry. No sense of connection. He leaves. One other man comes in during my time there. He gives me toothy head until I ask him to stop. I go home... Jackson—February, 2023 It’s the first day of the new month. I had learned late the night before that a new playmate was down with the flu. He found time and enough energy to send me a text 18 hours before he was due here. You know, how we’re supposed to do cancel. I will see him another time I’m sure… I go off to the bookstore with the new set up. It’s mid-week, at noon. More cars are here, but not men who want to engage. One man blows me until I’m really wet and sits on my cock. I stop him as I feel something is odd. He is bleeding as he pulls off me. Not a little, but a lot. We clean up—and I head home. Near Home—February, 2023 I decide to try Sunday afternoon again at the bookstore closest to me. What a difference a week makes… A man I have known for years is sucking my cock. I am sitting against the back wall on the straight video side, in the cocksucker’s seat. The man, a good fifteen years younger than me, is on the floor squirming between my legs as he sucks, and occasionally jacks, my cock. Other men sit around and watch the video, casting an occasional glance back at us. My sucker comes up for air. “Man, I would like to get you off.” “I just got here, there’s no way—but it feels great.” “I have never seen you shoot…” “You always cum before I am even close,” I remind him in a low whisper. He nods and goes back to work, deliberately taking his left hand off his own cock. More people arrive. Three guys lean against the back wall and watch me being serviced, but no one pulls out their dick. A fourth guy, young and thin with a mass of curly hair that covers his face, is standing by the door. He swivels his head from watching the video to watching me. My cocksucker takes another break and sees the curly haired guy. “You should let him suck your dick. Shall I ask him?” I shrug. He gets up and goes over to talk to the young guy. From his body language, I can tell he knows him—at least from here. He points to me and the guy with the curls nods. He is led over and kneels, taking up dick duty as the original sucker sits next to me and jacks himself. “Suck him good,” the first guy hisses at the young man. And he is. He’s great. Much better than the fairly good head I was getting before. I sigh and spread my legs wider. The door opens. A younger Black guy comes in. I don’t think I’ve seen him before. His eyes light up when he sees sex happening. He comes over and leans on the back wall, pushing in so he is right next to me. His cock comes out. Hard. He is around my size, with an even bigger flared cockhead. He jerks, watching the guy with curls bop up and down on me. I turn towards the new arrival. He sticks his cock in my mouth. You can feel the ‘heat’ of the room go up a notch. Guys around us begin to grope themselves. A guy behind the kid in my mouth, goes down on his knees to suck someone on the back wall. Flared Head groans as my tongue finds his big piss slit. This makes my new cock sucker look up and I see his face for the first time. It’s the guy who used to make me go into the cubicles for sex—and I used to push his limits by making him suck me or get his ass eaten for all to see. His hair was so much shorter back then. Well, well… I go back to sucking—and so does he. The next time Limits comes up for air, I push him onto the cock I have been sucking. He takes the new cock willingly into his mouth as I scootch down in the chair to lick Flared Head’s balls. My cock drools as I take in the slightly acrid aroma of his nuts. Limits pulls off the cock and nudges me to take back over. He does me for a bit as I go back to sucking, then he comes back up so both our mouths are on the large cock. We do the one-on- each-side-of-the-cock-slide move, then the you-suck-cock-and-I’ll-lick-balls swap. Back and forth we go. Now it’s one of us on his cock and the other on his balls. Licking, sucking, swabbing tongues trading places… At this point, my original sucker gets off. He lets his cum fly all over the floor. We also decide to go over to the gay side (perhaps to avoid the jizz puddle). The moment the door closes, we do the same sort of cock sharing there in the back corner. Eventually we go find a chair. Flared Head sits and Limits gets on all fours to suck him. I pull Limits pants down and begin rimming his ass. He has a fair amount of dark hair in his crack and I begin matting it with my tongue. He squirms—it makes him suck harder on the dick in front of him. I have not eaten this ass since Covid, so I love getting reacquainted with it. I have the hole beginning to gape just a little after ten minutes of slurping and probing. “Suck his cock now,” commands Flared Head. He gets up and I sit in the chair. I wonder if Flared Head will take my place, but he stands against the wall, jerking, as he watches Limits start with tonguing my balls as I jerk my dick. Soon I am deep inside his mouth. I am willing to suck Flared Head again, but he shakes his head—he just wants to watch. He does eventually move away, standing behind Limits bare ass. He strokes harder as he really takes in how matted I left the hair. I can tell he wants to fuck… He kneels where I was, between Limits legs, so he can get a closer look at his wet hole. His hand touches Limits ass, making him squirm. Limits stops a probing finger from Flared Head. He’s oral only today. Damn. Flared Head stands up. He gestures for me to join him. We stand side by side. I work Flared Head’s nipples as Limits sucks first one, then the other of us—back and forth, in a good rhythm, so we are barely jerking ourselves for very long. “Cum on my dick for him.” I jerk, as Limits licks my balls. He goes back to the other dick. I concentrate on how hot the ebony flesh looks in his mouth. Bingo. I am close. I grunt. Limits instantly goes back to my balls and tongues them. “Suck his cock,” I bark. He does. “Fuck!” I shoot. It’s a big load after all the stimulation today (and bad sex the rest of the week.) My cum covers Flared Head’s cock shaft. I direct the final spurt onto Limits’ tongue, paused on Flared Head’s big flared head. FH grabs the back of our cock sucker’s head and pulls him onto the gooey mess. There is no resistance. I watch my load be swallowed. He cleans every drop of me off the big cock… The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/try-and-try-again-three-trips-to.html March 8, 2023

My Playroom—January, 2023 Towards the end of the month, I got a text from Jack. He is the bear I’d met at the bookstore, but who has also gotten well fucked in the playroom. He was horny. He’d been away on a short sex vacation but was in need of more. I was happy to have him back. He is always eager. We’d set a 1pm play time—and he was at my door a good 10 minutes early. I was ready for him. I took him downstairs, reminded him to put his clothes on the chair, not the bed—and went upstairs to strip myself… Jack is already on his knees as I come in the playroom door. He is at the base of the bench, hands behind his back, his eyes riveted to the bulge in my yellowed jock. I walk over. The pouch of my jock is at the perfect height to bury his face in it. He inhales deeply and makes a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes out and begins to lick the stained fabric. I let him get the jock good and wet before I work my balls free of the fabric. “Lick them—don’t suck.” He does. Hungrily. “Now, carefully, into your mouth. One at a time.” He follows my directions. He sucks gently on them, leaving the hairy orbs good and wet. Only now do I get my cock out of the jock. It is swollen, but once free of the fabric it erects. The angry red head is drooling and slaps him on the cheek. “Suck it.” He does. Really well—just like when we first met. Eventually I grab him by the ears and face fuck him, giving him about three quarters of my length. His cock, swinging free, begins to drool as I do this. I pull out and turn around. I reach behind me and pull his face into my ass cheeks. He mumbles his thanks as he rims me for the first time today, making me groan as I see myself in the mirror directly in front of me. “I need to do that to you. Up on the bench.” Jack scrambles up. It’s my turn to kneel and tongue his muscle butt. I push my spit deep into his ass. He is groaning now, telling me he can’t wait for my dick to be inside him. I stand up, cock lubed and ready. I push in. He flowers open and I sink in, about half my length. A steady push and now I’m balls deep. “Fuck, you always feel bigger than I remember,” he mutters. I hold a moment and then begin to fuck. Slow and deep. Then faster and faster. I pull out and Jack begs to taste his ass on my cock. It’s where I was headed—I want him to savor his ass juices. “Taste your ass,” I grunt out as he slobbers on my dick. “Leave it good and wet—I’m not going to add any more lube.” He leaves me slick and dripping. I walk around and slide back into his hole. This time the fuck is faster and harder. He cleans me with his mouth once again when I pull out. I unsnap the restraints hanging at the four corners of the sling. I buckle them on his wrists and ankles. This is new for him. His cock hardens again as I do it. I get him up and lower the middle of the fuck bench until it becomes a padded table. “On your back, ass right at the edge.” I make a quickly calculation that I don’t think he’s quite flexible enough for the hogtie—all four pulled together. I grab the spreader bar instead. I fasten it to his ankle restraints. I give it to him to pull his legs into the air. “Fuck, yes….” he hisses. I kneel and spit on his hole, twice. I stand, grabbing the bar and rolling his ass back and up to a slightly better angle. I line up my cock with his now puffy ass lips. I push forward and he takes every inch of me. I lean in and fuck him hard. I love the sound of how wet his hole has become. He looks down at the mirror on the wall. It’s placed carefully so he can see me rail into him. Over and over. When I sense he might be tiring, I pull out and let his legs down to the floor before I unclip them from the bar. “You want me in the sling?” He knows my routine too, well, so…”No, I’m getting in the sling and you are going to eat my ass. This makes him even happier. I get the foam mat from the rimseat and place it on the floor at the business end of the sling. I know how long we are both going to want him down there. I get up and into it. I have saved some poppers in the freezer just for this moment. I wait for his tongue to start licking on my tight pucker before I take the first hit. The moment the cap is back on the bottle I begin babbling how good he is making me feel. He grunts and tries harder, licking up and down my ass crack. My cock is rock hard. And I need to piss. I point it straight up and let it rain down on his face and my balls. I am a veritable piss fountain. I am giving him way more than I expected. He grunts out his appreciation and licks it all up. I love going from dry to damp with his saliva to wet with piss to damp again. “Remember, you can piss on my ass too, if you have any.” Last time he couldn’t let his piss fly. But today is different. He stands up and lets out a steady stream of piss, covering my balls before letting the last of it zero in on my asshole. The moment his stream peters out, he is back on his knees and licking me clean. I take a second hit and revel in his mouth worshipping my hole, all while catching the steady drip of his piss from my balls onto his tongue. “I have more piss,” he mumbles into my ass. “Can I do it again?” “Fuck, yes!” I take a hit. He pisses again, a much weaker stream, down my ass crack. He licks me clean, saving some piss in his mouth. He comes around the side of the sling and we yellow ball his piss back and forth in our mouths… * Jack is in the sling now. I am fucking him. I have used a couple of toys on him. The egg-headed dildo, of course. With my dick alongside. First above the toy, then under it. Jack has asked for the black butt plug. At this point, he takes it smoothly and easily. I am now fucking to get off, hammering his ass. Suddenly, I pull out. It’s my turn to piss on his balls and hole. I lick it up and move to the side of the sling. He opens his mouth and this time I let it dribble out of mine in a piss waterfall, landing on his tongue. He gurgles and swallows. I give him my dick to clean, too. I move back to his ass. “It’s time to breed you.” He groans an affirmative. I fuck. Harder. I eat his piss-y hole and jerk my cock. So damn close. I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. “Knock me up,” he grunts out. And I do. Blast after blast of cum deep inside his guts. I stay in place a long time, marinating in my cum. Finally, I pull out. Just the tiniest trickle of cum comes with me, the rest being so deep. I lick it up, before standing and leaning across him and drooling the few drops into his open mouth. I towel his ass down a little before he moves. “So,” he says, “I keep reading about it online. This is pig play, right?” I kneel, burrow my tongue into his ass again, then bring it to his mouth before I answer… The original is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/this-is-pig-play-right.html March 5, 2023

Jackson—January, 2023 During the third week of January, I was hit with a couple of cancellations. The first guy (someone new to the playroom) didn’t bother to write or text me he wasn’t coming; he just left me hanging. Then, in a week or so, he wondered why I was rather short with him when he wrote once again, horny and ready. I did not reschedule. The second was Osvaldo. We were going to meet at CumUnion as we had in the past. He was not feeling well—and distressed, thinking he shouldn’t go. I agreed with him and we both stayed home, with promises to play once he was back to normal. (I wanted to forward out texts to the no-show and show him how easy that was to do—and how it didn’t hurt anyone’s chances for a make-up session.) I thought about going to CumUnion alone, but it was one of those snowy Saturday nights in Michigan, where staying home with hot tea and a book, can be the better idea. I decided, that if the weather cleared, to spend a Sunday afternoon at the bookstore that had just refurbished its viewing areas into play spaces. The sun came out—and I made the drive… There are not many cars as I arrive, but a few are scattered around the lot. I go into the lounge. A man is groping himself as he watches the gay video. Someone is also standing in the Trans room, looking bored. I go and sit in the seating area where I can see four screens—all showing different types of videos. I unbutton and stroke. Both men I had previously scouted meander by, but they show no interest. The main door opens. A fit white guy in his 40’s, wearing a red sweatshirt, comes into view. He watches the largest screen for a minute. He turns and sees me. We nod to each other and he unzips. Out comes a bigger than average cut cock. He walks confidently over to me. “Suck me, man.” I scoot down in my seat to get to his level and take him into my mouth. The moment I do the door bangs open again—but it doesn’t spook the guy I am pleasuring. He runs his hand over my cropped hair and tells me how good I am making him feel. My hand is batted away from my own cock. One of the men who just came in must want it. I sneak a glance down and it’s a cute and chunky young man with a shaved head, and I’m soon to learn, a ton of tats on his arms. He is doing a good job sucking me and stroking himself. A 50-ish bear is watching us. He has his stubby dick out, too. Red Sweatshirt takes a step towards my sucker. I touch his shaved head and move him from my dick to Red Sweatshirt’s wet one. He grunts his pleasure in having another big dick in his mouth. I squirm out of my chair and suck on the Bear. He gives me his dick for about 30 seconds before he pulls out of me with “I can’t—or I’ll blow.” I move back to Red Sweatshirt. Shaved Head grins and we share his cock—one on each side—stroking it with our lips and tongues. SH pushes it into my mouth. I suck him for a moment—then my tongue pushes him back into SH’s mouth. We go back and forth for quite some time. When I am given Red Sweatshirt’s dick once again, Shaved Head moves down to suck my cock. The Bear jerks to the live sex show happening in front of him. Shaved Head is really doing wonders for my dick in this new position (and likely as I have a dick in my mouth at the same time.) His tongue keeps coaxing precum out of me. On his own volition, he comes back up and joins me once again for another round of double sucking on Red Sweatshirt. “Someone want my load?” grunts out the Bear. I swing around and take him into my mouth just in time. It’s not big, but sweet. As I move back to the guys I left, Red Sweatshirt pulls away. He may not like the idea of cum in my mouth—or he may just need a break. “Let me suck you properly,” mumbles Shaved Head. I sit back in the chair. He strips off his winter coat and then a flannel shirt, revealing his tatted arms and chest. “I wish I’d known you were going to be here,” he says, his fingers circling my balls, “and I’d have cleaned out. Damn, I want this fucker in my ass.” He kisses my balls and goes back down on me. He unzips and strokes himself this time. I let him suck me until his knees get tired. Together we go into the gay video room, our cocks out and swinging. A short, elfin man is there. I recognize him from the gay campground. He asks if I want to fuck. I nod and we go to the exam table. Shaved Head follows. The guy from the campground strips and lays on the table. I eat his ass as Shaved Head sucks his cock. I rise up and enter him. I fuck, slow and easy. I can't help building my speed as I see the fuckee’s balls tighten. He’s going to blow in Shaved Head’s mouth. Any minute. With a cry, he does just that. I pull out and go to my knees to rim his fucked ass. Shaved Head cleans him up thoroughly, but leaves a little cum on the man’s balls for me… * Later. Shaved Head has gone down to the arcade. I am in the gay video room sucking the cock of slender guy in his late 50’s. He has a lot of stubble on his chiseled face. Another man has come in to watch. He sits on the couch next to the guy and strokes. Feeling generous, I ask if the stroker if he wants a turn on this guy’s long, thin dick. He does. I lick the man’s balls as the stroker sucks him. “What I really want,” says the man we’re working on, “is to get fucked by that big dick of yours.” I stand up. The guy sucking stops and goes back to stroking. The man stands and drops his pants altogether. I fold them for him as he turns around and bends over. I dive into his butt crack. He mutters a surprised--and then pleased—exclamation. I get his hole wet, a hole that has obviously taken a lot of abuse over the years. I stand up. “Bare?” “You bet.” I slide into him in one easy stroke. He does a practiced, welcoming squeeze. It’s my turn to moan. "Fuck him hard,” says the onlooker. I speed up. Faster than usual. I can feel my balls tighten. I suddenly know I’m going to breed. And it’s going to be pretty damn soon. “That’s the way…” the onlooker coaches. His own hand is flying over his diminutive cock. My partner is panting. “You want my load?” “In my ass or in my mouth, I don’t care.” I know where I want to shoot. I pump harder. “Breed me with that big dick...” I am almost there. Two or three more strokes and I fire inside him. I shake as my dick goes off. Without thinking, I sink to my knees and begin eating the hole I just bred. The guy groans—delighted at my tongue replacing my dick. My cock won’t go down—it says tumescent even after the explosion. I jerk as I felch. I rock back on my heels. The bottom turns around and sits, still panting. I stand up. My cock is going to go off again. I lean in and spray two weak splats of jizz onto the surprised bottom’s chin… The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/lucking-into-just-right-mix-of-men.html March 2, 2023

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