FelchingPisser

Near Home—May, 2023 I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting. Here is the first. It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago… It’s a Saturday afternoon. The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus. I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot. I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre. It takes me a moment to see there are several men here and I can sit in the back row—in the infamous cocksucker’s seat. I sit—and unbutton. I hear jerking in front of me. It must be the older man with a very large bald patch. His shoulders are shaking to the rhythm of his self-abuse. Scattered around the room, three other men are kneading shorts or pants. One looks at me—and not at the screen. He is new to me, a big ex-footballer in build, Caucasian and wearing a ball cap. He stands up and comes nearer. He stands next to me. Now I can see, in his face, that he’s older than I first thought. Late 40’s or early 50’s. He continues to grope himself as he watches me stroke. Finally, he leans down, close to my ear. “Let me suck that thing. Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I simply spread my legs. He goes to the floor and takes me deep, the very first moment. He is a very experienced cocksucker. I sigh and knead his shoulder as he goes to work. Everything is right. No teeth, great suction and a sloppy wet mouth with incredibly versatile tongue action. At the five minute mark I tell him how good he is. He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going. The guy down front stands up and shoots all over the floor. This makes the man on his knees start a repeated deep throat on me. He is sure I am going to fire off at any minute. There is a moment that I think I actually might. But as soon as I think it—the tide of potential cum recedes. Did he feel my cock head swell and then go back down? He gets up, acting like he’s wasted his time. I tell him again how good it was and that it takes me forever to get off anymore. He grunts. I suggest he check back later. He goes out—letting the door slam. I sigh. The room empties out. I do up my fly and go next door. A burly Black man, who I see here all the time, is actually getting head. He usually just strokes. The man doing him is another regular. I leave them to it, as they seem to have no interest in me joining. I go back to the other theatre. There is a new man, jerking. He is all about the video. The one time I catch his eye, I do the nod to his hard cock—does he want help? He shakes his head and never glances at me or my dick again. I wait for the good cock sucker to come back—but I never see him again. The large Black man comes in. He stands against the back wall and jerks—obviously and man with the beard did not get his load. We make eye contact. He shows off his cock, but seems to not want me to do anything with it. He eyes mine—but just as bate fuel. A very old man comes in. He sits on the bench in front of me. He pulls out his cock. I can’t see it, but I can tell. He jerks—looking only at the threeway on the screen. The door opens again. I pray it is my cocksucker—but no. It is a man with a long hipster beard. The hair on his head is cropped close. He must be in his late 30’s. He would look totally at home behind the counter in a trendy coffee shop. Except he is kneading his crotch. He watches me—and then the Black man against the wall next to me. Back and forth—with an occasional break to watching the screen. Finally, he unzips. This makes the man against the wall jerk faster. I actually slow down. The three of us nod to each other—but neither man moves to me. I start to get up—and the bearded boy instantly turns back to the screen. We stroke. And stroke. We are now watching each other, not the movie. I assume the two younger men are going to go for it. I wait for one to go out the door and into the gay theatre so they can be in faux-privacy in the darkest corner behind the door. And guess, what? Bearded Boy shoves his regulation sized cock back in his pants and goes out. The man on the wall does the same. I stroke. I hear the gay theatre door open through the adjoining wall. I wait. I do myself up and go over. The Black man is nowhere to be seen. Bearded Boy is stroking more openly to the anal sex on the screen here. He nods to me again. And at that moment, the man I think of as the Cock Kisser moves into my line of vision and to his knees to ‘suck’ Bearded Boy. The guy is a horrible sucker—I know from years of him thinking his ‘kisses’ are going to get me off, with just my cock head in his mouth. I go back to the straight theatre and stand to the side so I can watch the guy who was in front of me jerk. Finally, I sit back behind him. I hear the door open and close next door. I go back. Bearded Boy is still there, his pants done up. We nod again. “He get you off?” Bearded Boy shakes his head. “Let me do it right.” I go to my knees and he unzips. He sighs the moment my lips and tongue envelop him. I suck. I tongue his balls, eliciting another groan. “You swallow?” I grunt a ‘yes’ and he gives me the size load most young men shoot… He thanks me profusely—finding his tongue after his orgasm. I have my left hand around his nuts, holding him in place so I can clean his cock. He thanks me again as I finally release him. He leaves. I do one more check. Now both theatres are empty—and looking out the front door, I see the only cars in the lot are the clerks and mine… So much for dropping that load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finishing the Job (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 30, 2023

I train my boys by telling them to drink their own. Every time.

My Playroom—May, 2023 {If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.} Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned. He was still eager and was hitting the road soon. I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself. The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him. The cum filled condoms were nestled in a dish with ice, still in the freezer. I was ready. He arrived right on time. I left him in the playroom to strip down and went back up to my room to add the jock (slowly going from pristine to well-used) and boots. As I opened the door, he was naked and kneeling at the base of the sling… I take a moment just to look at him. He is mid-twenties, tall, slightly thick—a true cub. His legs are hairy, his chest is hairy, as is his face—and most importantly for me—his ass. I toss my robe on top of his clothes which are piled on the chair behind the door. The television has some good Dick Wadd piss porn playing. My cock, just looking at him, is plumping in my jock. I walk over to him. I can feel his hot breath on the pouch. He inhales, enjoying the aroma. His tongue snakes out and he begins to lick the textured fabric. My cock swells. I have to free it. Instantly, Rock takes me into his mouth. He suckles my flared cock head, his tongue working into my large piss slit. He groans—making my cock throb. I let him set his own pace as he begins to suck in earnest. He continually takes me three quarters of the way down and around every fifth time, sucks me to the root. After a few more partial deep throats, he gags as he bottoms out with me. He pulls off me for just a moment, recovers and, just as enthusiastically, sucks me down to the root again. “Up on the bench. I need to taste your hole.” He gets settled. I retrieve his poppers from the pocket of his shorts on the chair and hand them to him. He takes a hit as I kneel. I bury my face in that full, hairy cleft. He reaches back and pull his left cheek open so I can go even deeper with my invading tongue. I spit and push it as deep as I can, all while lubing my cock with coconut oil. I stand. My cock slaps his hole with a wet splat. I push in. Slowly. Rock moans out “Fuck me good, Daddy.” I try to push in slowly, but his ass wants me all the way in. I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his flesh. He sighs in satisfaction. I hold for a moment and then begin to fuck. He groans again—and poppers up. I do a well-controlled fuck, pull out and taste his hole again. I go back up him—and this time build to a rapid and hard pace. I pull out and instantly bring my wet cock to his handsome face. “Love ATM,” he groans, his eyes shining as he proceeds to clean my cock. I go back to his ass. I piss his crack and lick it up—making sure it is pale enough for play. It is—and delicious. I shoot a little more on his hole, tongue it off him and fuck him again. After he cleans me a second time, I move to the bed. I sit—and tell him to come lick my balls. He kneels on the rimseat mat and does just that. I encourage him to work down my perineum and dig his tongue between my balls and the cock ring. He is a very good boy and does just what he’s told. His tongue is great—wide and thick. You can tell he is doing it because he loves it—not because he feels he should. I reward him by telling him to go get in the sling. Rock has his ankles in the stirrups before I get over there. I kneel and eat his hole. I stand and send a shower of piss all over his hard cock and balls and then up to his chest, where it clings to his chest hair. I begin to lick it up, leaning across him, savoring the smell and taste of my piss mingling with his sweat. I let my cock slide into him and I begin sucking/licking his piss-soaked nipples. I bring some up to his mouth and we kiss. Deeply. Tongues exploring. Eventually, I break the kiss, straighten up and begin to fuck him properly. His hole is now super wet from so many things: oil, pre-cum, his ass sline, piss. It makes for a wonderful lube. He approves when I bring it up for his mouth to taste it. “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you,” I tell him as he cleans my cock, for the first time here in the sling. I fuck him again. He cleans me. I almost go to my knees again, but realize I want more. “I want you on the rimseat.” I lie down under it and close the seat down. Before he sits, I tell him he can choose to ride my cock anytime he wants to, to just do it as my mouth will be plastered on his hole. He sits. And his pucker is spread by the seat. I am suddenly able to get my tongue so much deeper into him. I rim and snort and sigh and lick some more. He does, after a bit, stand and rides my cock. Not for long. Just enough to get his ass juices pumping again. He slides off my dick and settles back down on the seat. “Eat me, Daddy.” I can hear him open his poppers as I lick him out. He groans and tells me how good it feels. I lick up all the new juices his ass has just churned out, trying to lube itself in protection. Suddenly, I know it’s time. I tap the underside of his thighs—the signal to stand up. He does and helps me get up, too. I tell him to hop back in the sling as I go up to the freezer. I come back—a tray full of frozen spunk. “I have some loads for you I collected at the bookstore. You want them up your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Please.” I take the smallest one. It is the load I got in my mouth after fucking Kyle. And a load of mine mixed with it—which I shot when I got home. I tell him about the chunky man I sucked for it as I cut the knot on the condom, turn it inside out and slide the nugget of frozen cum into him. Then the next. The young guy, the older white man and the Black guy—their combined jizz making a big lump of frozen cum. Snip, peel and push into his warm hole. Now the third condom is held up. The man from India, the hung guy, traces of two others and the man who shot his load on my palm. “They’re in your hole. Melting. Guys you don’t know at all…” He is beating his cock like crazy. “Fuck them deeper. Please!” My cock pushes into the now cool hole. The lumps are melting fast. I can feel them coat my dick and his ass walls. I begin to pump slowly. The sound of the cum churning is filling the small playroom. With a groan, Rock keeps beating his ample cock—and it goes off. All over his hairy belly. I scoop it up and smear it on my cock. I fuck his load into his ass, too. “Can I keep fucking?” I ask, hoping he is not one of those guys who shut down after they unload. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Fuck those loads deep into me. I fuck for a long time before I bring my cummy cock to his mouth. He cleans me off. We kiss, the remnants of the eight, no, nine mixed loads still on his tongue. I go back to his hole, lick up the escaping cum and then churn what’s left in him. It’s a lot. It still makes wonderfully squishy sounds as we rut. I could keep going forever, it feels so good. But we need to bring this scene to an end. “I am going to piss in your ass. You will sit on my face and feed me the mix of piss and the remaining jizz. Yes?” “Fuck yes!” I get him out of the sling and have him lean on the bench. I slide in. I am not sure how full my bladder is after all the other pissing. I have some, I know—but I just keep going. I can’t stop pissing. When I finally do, he squeezes his hole shut while I get under the seat. He sits. My tongues pokes into him. I get a trickle. I do it again. The floodgates open. I am deluged with the mix of piss and cum. I can’t swallow fast enough. Some splashes out of my mouth. But I get most of the delicious mix. I know myself well enough not to touch my dick while I swallow and revel at all those loads in my mouth once again. Once there is nothing left in him, I order Rock back in the sling. “I want to see your face as I breed you.” Once there I slide into the hole that has given me so much pleasure today. I am on the edge. Instantly. A few strokes and I am giving him a fresh load to take home with him. I spurt again and again, deep into Rock’s very essence… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rock Begs for All the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 26, 2023

Near Home—May, 2023 (You may want to read the previous post if you haven't.) Rock was due in the playroom on Sunday. I had cum collected for him on Thursday afternoon. I spent Friday in a state of feeling that I could erect with the least possible hint of something sexual—or maybe even with a stiff breeze. Saturday dawned and I awoke with a massive erection. I thought about wanking (and saving the load for Rock) but by lunch time, I knew I needed to go back to the bookstore. I wanted that hot, young ass of his overflowing… I am in the same chair along the side wall of the straight theatre—and the same scene, with different men starts me off. A young white daddy is jerking to the left of me. He has brought a massive bottle of lube with him. He sees my dick and instantly comes over to suck me. A young man from India, who I had noticed along the back wall as I came in, is suddenly in front of me. He is on his early thirties, with very black hair—everywhere. He stands in to the side of the man on his knees and offers me his dick to suck. It is a runner up for the smallest dick I have ever had in my mouth—but his balls are huge. And he gives me a big, sweet load in no time at all. I have a new condom with me and spit load into it. This makes the Dad on my dick uncomfortable enough that he stops sucking me. But there is another white guy, at the back who, as I stand to leave, deliberately stands up and unzips—his eyes locked on me. He is tall and thin, and he pulls a cock out which is almost as big as mine. His stance is wide—all but daring me to cum suck him. I go to the back. I kneel and instantly he begins to fuck my face. “Take it, cocksucker,” he grunts softly. It doesn’t take much more for a second big load to be shot in my mouth. I have to fight to pull back enough to keep the load from not going straight down my throat. He finally registers that I want to taste it—and stops thrusting as he spurts. He isn’t as sweet, but there is even more cum. I clean him up and wait for him to leave before I add his load to the condom. “You like dick?” I turn, still on my knees. A younger, late 30-ish, Mexican is standing near me. He is nicely built and his crotch is tented. He unzips and I quickly get the condom into my shirt pocket. I suck him for a long time. He fucks my face a little, too. He is a copious pre-cummer but he can never quite get over the edge. When he moves on, I add his juices to the condom. I am now alone in the straight theatre. I jerk. I go over to the gay side. No one is there. Everyone seems to be in the arcade—a place I never go, as I hate the cramped booths. I walk back and watch the straight film—as it is a squirt video and I can still taste Kyle’s, if I think hard enough… * Maybe ten minutes have passed. Two men have come in. They sit away from me and from each other. They are gropers, not strokers. A young man in a mask now enters. I think I know him, but it’s hard to tell. He is mixed race and looks to be just reaching his 30’s. He is tall and willowy, and if it is the guy who I think it is, has a long, slender dick. He hangs out by the door; looking at the screen, looking at the other guys, looking at me. In rotation. Soon he unzips and pulls out his snake of a dick. It’s him. He strokes now—to the screen, to the other guys, to me. A lot to me. I wave him over, but he shakes his head before looking pointedly at the two men in the other seats. I stroke, turned more in his direction. One of the guys down front leaves. The young guy moves to the back wall, closer to me. I, wordlessly offer to suck him. He shakes his head. We stroke. The other man leaves. The moment the door is closed, his mask is tucked under his chin and he is on my cock. He is sucking me like he hasn’t had a dick for months. And, not really knowing him, maybe that’s true. He pulls off me, sighs and buries his face in my ball sack. He inhales, sighs again and begins to lick. The door groans open. I am prepared for my man to stop and try to look innocent. I am pleased he’s beyond that now. The middle-aged white guy comes in and parks himself next to us, leaning against the wall. He opens his fly and strokes standard sized prick as he watches us. My sucker goes back to my cock. He spends a long time on it. He even shows off for the onlooker. I volunteer to suck the guy watching, but he thanks me and says he just jerks. The young guy pulls up and off my dripping dick. Even his young knees find the floor hard. He sits next to me. We reverse. I go to the floor and suck him. His fingers play idly with my ears and make patterns in my closely cropped hair. The man on the wall is jerking faster now. I take a break and sit down on the bench, back where I started and next to my playmate. “I’m gonna shoot.” The guy on the wall is jerking like mad. I put out my hand to catch his sperm, deliberately far enough away so it doesn’t look like I am trying to touch him. He gives me four or five nice spurts into my cupped palm. Once he’s spent, I lick it up and spit his jizz into the condom. Surprisingly, my seat mate grabs my shiny hand and licks it totally clean. The guy leaves. I tell the masked guy about the condom and my plan for tomorrow. He is visibly excited by it, and says he wants to help. But try as we might, neither of us can get the other off with the small time he has left to play. I go home with another very full condom. I can’t wait to see the look on Rock’s face as the frozen loads go into him tomorrow… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: More and More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 24, 2023

Near Home—May, 2023 Sometime after CLAW I heard from Rock, the young man I’d met on the fisting site, but our play been all about cock, cum and piss. He now wanted more of all that. Was I available? We set the date, both of us excited to see each other again. Rock’s arrival was in a week’s time. I remembered him telling me he was open to other men using him as I directed. I knew that wasn’t going to be easy to arrange, but I thought I might do the next best thing. I got into my bookstore clothes and set out to harvest some cum for Rock’s hole… It’s a busy Thursday afternoon. I sit against the wall, a little closer to the screen than I’d prefer. I am right across the aisle from a daddy who is stroking. He nods to me and I to him. In moments, he gets up and makes himself at home between my boots. His skills are a good warm-up. I feel movement at my shoulder. I turn slightly and there’s a hard cock on a man in his 70’s. I suck it for him. This makes the man giving me head do a better job—he seems to love that we are causing a scene for the other men watching. The man in my mouth keeps wilting. The guy strokes himself back to hardness and lets me suck some more. Until it happens for a third time. Now he just strokes and watches my dick being serviced. The Dad on my cock is jerking himself like mad. He looks up at me—with eyes that are pleading for my load. I have been here maybe six minutes—he obviously doesn’t know me. He stands up. I lean in and taste his cock. But he’s not about that. He goes back to his seat and strokes out a load all over the floor. What a waste… The two men both leave together. Did they know each other? Were they partners? I watch the video. I feel movement again to my side. This man is young, early 30’s, jet black hair. He looks at my dick and nods. I nod, too, spreading my knees apart. He leans down. “Not here,” he hisses in my ear. “Booth.” He turns and leaves. I do up my pants, cramming my erection under the button fly, and follow. He’s waiting at the doors of the unoccupied preview booths. We go into the middle one. He tells me his name and asks mine. I tell him as I really get a good look at him. He’s hot. Perhaps Arab, perhaps a mix of races, but his skin is a rich cinnamon color. His black hair is shaved on one side of his head and long enough to curl on the other side. He has an entire sleeve of tats on his left arm. And he’s on his knees—unbuttoning my fly. My hard cock falls out of my pants and slaps him in the face. “Big…” he mumbles and takes me into his mouth. He’s terrific. I’d thought the first guy was fine, but this blow job is what they are supposed to be. Wet and varied. Great suction. Lapping balls. Inhaling my scent. And it’s making him cock crazy, so he has to beat his own as he works on me. He moans often as he sucks. The vibration around my shaft feels great as he does it. I am afraid he’s going to get off before I’m even close. I change things up. I hold his head and fuck his face very slowly. This makes him pant. I begin to increase the speed of the thrust. He groans. Is he cumming? I slow down, pull out and slap my wet cock on his handsome face. “Hot,” he growls. “You wanna cum?” I tell him I can’t quite yet. We agree to look for each other later, but I never see him again… * The crowd has thinned. I have had no other action. And barely a man in my mouth. I hear a man behind me unzip. I am just about to make eye contact with him as the door opens. A very young man enters. White, very short, but nicely athletic. He looks familiar but I can’t place him. He sits across from me and unzips instantly. It’s not a big dick—but one that fits his body type. We stroke. And it hits me. Of course, the young man is the guy who was jerking off on the tits of the woman in that bi-sexual scene I was involved in here. I had felt his ass up to make him cum. He gets up and comes to sit next to me. “Hey,” he whispers, “I remember that gorgeous dick.” “Thanks.” “Can I suck it?” I nod. He goes to the floor and crawls between my legs. His mouth is so much smaller than the guy in the booth. But he makes it work. He comes up for air quickly, standing up to kiss me. I taste my leaking cock on his tongue and then lean down to take his cock into my mouth. He groans out his pleasure, then pulls out and sits on the bench next to me. I go to the floor and suck him some more. “I shoot fast, if you aren’t careful.” I nod and go for his balls, giving his cock time to desensitize. But the man behind us has stood up. It’s the slim, always well-dressed man around my age. He steps forward and offers his long and thin cock to the seated young man. I go back to his dick. He’s now in the same position I was in earlier, one in and one on, but with men who have more skills. In moments the young man shoots a massive load in my mouth. He gasps, unable to continue sucking. He thanks us and leaves quickly. I turn away and drool all his cum into a condom. “That was hot,” says my acquaintance. “Finish me off?” I go to my knees again and in very little time I have a second load for the condom. He pats me on the shoulder and heads out the door. No one else is around. I start for my car. A larger Black man is just getting out of his car. He sees me and smiles and nods. I know him. He loves my mouth. I turn and follow him back into the straight theatre. I sit at the back—he sits in the chair I started the evening in—but he has moved it so he is facing the side wall, not the screen. I nod the question. His answer is to unzip. It’s not a huge cock—but long. The tip has a slight curve to it. “I haven’t cum in a week,” he whispers. It takes me no time at all to make him spew that large load into my mouth. He watches me spit his cum into a condom with other jizz. “For a friend’s ass,” I tell him. “You are a naughty, naughty man,” he whispers as he checks his cock—but I have cleaned him so thoroughly, he just puts it away without wiping it down and leaves me tying a knot in the condom… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hunting Cum for Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 22, 2023

Jackson—May, 2023 I got a text from Kyle, the Transman I have occasionally played with at the newly redesigned bookstore. He was horny. His texts, usually very succinct, were all about cock and cum and getting railed. We talked about a date at my playroom, but it was obvious that more men would be better than just me. As it is about halfway for both of us, we set a lunch time meet at the bookstore... I get there first. I don’t see his car in the lot. But there is no waiting for the other guy with us—we both love to do some warm up play with others first. I go in. The lounge is busy. I take the tour. One of the glory hole booths is closed off and two of the curtained cabanas. I see some head being given in the more private room near the restroom. I go back to the main cluster of screens, open my fly and stroke myself hard. I have two men circling me almost immediately. A daddy, significantly older than myself, moves in from behind the couch I am sitting on. He reaches across and grabs my cock. His grip is like a vice and his hand is anything but smooth. He sticks a tongue in my ear. I squirm, but not in pleasure. He is hurting me, and I tell him to ease up on his grip. Instead of doing that—he huffs off to find someone else. I let the other man suck me. He does so, enthusiastically. So much so he gets himself off. I wander into the trans porn room. A handsome man, around my age, but built much thicker, is stroking a beer can of a dick. We nod to each other as I sit in the only other chair. He glances over at me. “Damn, that would feel good in my ass.” “Thanks.” “Honestly, I don’t know if I could even take it.” I smile. He reacts to that by standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles. It’s a meaty, hairy ass. He bends to show it off to me. My response is to go to my knees and stick my tongue in it. He groans. I get his tight pucker good and wet. “Stick just the head in me…” I keep rimming him. “Please.” I stand up. His hole has opened nicely. Maybe he takes dick more often than I thought. I push my flared head against him and it pops in. “Fuck,” he groans. I am in him, deep, my full bush scraping against his hairy butt cheeks. I hold. And then begin to fuck. He groans again and strokes his cock in rhythm to my thrusts. And suddenly: “Pull out. I don’t want to shoot.” I do. He spins around and sucks my dick for a fleeting moment. Then pulls up his pants and leaves the lounge, zipping up as he shoulders the door open… * Still no Kyle. I get some expert head from a short man. He is around my age, with a great beard. He pulls me into one of the curtained cabanas. “I can’t do it with a others watching,” he murmurs. I inwardly sigh, but his skills make up for being in a black void. He is on his knees, with me standing over him. He does it all really well—suction, tongue action, wetness—and communicates just how happy he is doing it. I ruffle the hair on his head and sigh contentedly. I am standing so I can see over the curtain rod. I hear the main door open and peer out. Kyle has arrived. I let the man on his knees continue for a bit, for Kyle has latched on to a trucker type and is leading him out of my line of vision. I finally touch the guy’s shoulder and tell him I need to take a break. He sees me headed towards Kyle. He tells me he knows him—and tags along. Kyle is bent over a chair with the trucker’s dick in his mouth. I walk over and playfully swat the full ass that is in the air. Kyle groans around the dick. He reaches down and undoes his belt, never stopping the sucking of the man. I pull the cargo shorts down and expose his ass. I go to my knees and begin exploring with my tongue. The guy who gave me head is standing to the side and opens his pants. He pulls out a nice sized cock. This is suddenly too much for the original guy in Kyle’s mouth. He groans. I can’t tell if he’s shot—but he pulls out of Kyle and leaves. My bearded cock sucker is right there to give Kyle a new dick to suck. I lick Kyle’s ass as my left hand finds his T-cock. I stroke and lick before standing up and sliding into Kyle’s front hole. Kyle groans around the new cock in his mouth. My cocksucker smiles as he watches the dick he’d just sucked fuck into Kyle. Over and over. The angle here is hard on all of us as the chair is quite low to the ground. We break and head for the medical exam table. The bearded guy starts to go with us, and then thinks better of it. He takes off for more cocks he can suck down in the arcade. In the room, Kyle ditches his clothes in a pile on the floor. I adjust the height of the table. Kyle clambers up and I sink down between his legs. I spend a long time licking his hairy ass, his front hole and T-cock. He groans and tells me I am being such a good daddy. This makes my cock ooze, so I stand up and stick it inside him. “Fuck that hole,” he groans. There are two men at the doorway to this room, but neither come in. I am fucking hard now. Kyle reaches down, brushes his T-cock and squirts over my cock. I pull out and go down to lick it up. I make some sort of noise in the back of my throat—a cross between a growl and a moan. I stand up, my beard dripping. I re-enter and fuck harder. Kyle grabs his legs, pulling them back to adjust the angle, so my thrust can go even deeper. Kyle’s hand strays again to his T-cock. “I can’t stop cumming,” he moans. He rubs faster and another shower of squirt drowns my dick. This time I just keep fucking. Hard. “Gonna give me your cum?” Kyle pants out. I nod. I am surprised that I am so close to shooting. He reaches down, rubs, and sends one more shower of squirt out onto my driving cock and balls. That does it. I’m there. I fill him with my load—squirt after squirt. I hold onto to him for a long time—I literally don’t trust myself to move. At last, I go to my knees. I want to taste all the combined juices. My tongue snakes out, cleaning him up so he can go back to work… * There is a coda to this trip— After Kyle left, I ate my packed lunch out in my car. I went back in, sucked off a larger guy and spat his load into a condom. And you will hear more about that another day… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Needs It Long and Hard (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 18, 2023

I remember. We fucked at a CLAW hotel party...

Thanks. Part of the reason I record my play is to make sure the truth is out there: the good, the bad, the odd, the stupid, not just the sex that takes your breath away.

This describes me exactly. I love to jerk off inside the hole I've fucked and fisted.

Near Home—April, 2023 If there was a silver lining to being off the sex market for a time, it was that it coincided with a heavy work load for a contract I had accepted. I wouldn’t have had the time or energy to play much anyway during the time the meds were taking care of things. Once they were done (and a week to let them fully work) I finally went in search of some fun… The parking lot of the bookstore closest to me is fairly full for a Saturday afternoon. I buy my ticket and enter the straight theatre. The only seat is off to the side and a little too close to the screen. I pull out my cock and look around. There seem to be a lot of men. But no action. Not even stroking. My cock is the only one out. I watch the movie. It feels good to have my dick hard again. I feel someone at my shoulder and look up. It is half of the always masked couple who come to the bookstore to watch each other suck on other men’s cocks. I nod and he goes to the floor, adjusts his mask and goes down on me. Fuck, maybe I should try celibacy more often—the least little thing he does feels electric. He sinks down on me, which for him is about three quarters of my shaft. He gags, squeezing my dick delightfully with his throat muscles. He pulls up and begins just licking the head. I sigh contentedly. But his knees are going fast. He gets up, with an assist from me. He rejoins his partner standing against the back wall. No one else makes a move to me—and no one else looks interested in me doing anything to them. I button up and head over to the gay cinema. There are three men in the room—two I recognize from here, but one is new to me. He is very tall, around my age with a very weathered face. He has a denim jacket over a white tee and wears a leather cap on his head. The moment I take out my dick he is intrigued. He is standing against the side wall, kneading his bulging denims. I soon get the nod. I nod back and he kneels before me. He is, honestly, not as good as my first man. But my cock doesn’t care. He is loving the attention. He pulls off my dick, with a sigh. “I want you to fuck me.” “I just got here; I’d like to wait a little.” He nods and goes back to work. His knees soon grow tired, too. I help him up and he disappears out the door. The other two men in the room look at me. The larger man, is a regular who loves sucking me. He comes over and kneels. I recognize the other man, but have never played with him (I think.) My cock is treated to another mouth. The third guy stands near me, takes out his dick and strokes as he watches me getting sucked yet again. He is really into it. I watch him as I feel the man on my dick. I can tell the guy stroking is going to blow. “Don’t waste it.” Remarkably, he steps up and feeds me his load, the moment his cock goes off. I hold his balls, so he can’t pull away until I clean his cock up. The man on my dick has stopped to watch this. The stroker zips up, turns and collides with Leather Cap coming back in the door. “I got you something,” he tells me, showing me a Magnum. I inwardly sigh, but go ahead and put it on my wet cock. Leather Cap drops his jeans to his knees and bends over, pointing his ass to me. I lube up quickly. His hole feels prelubed with something silicone based, so I am not going to rim. I slip into him easily and begin to fuck. The door opens. The Mexican who always wants to get fucked, (but I rarely do as he doesn’t clean out) come in. He gets hard watching us and sticks his short, fat dick in Leather Cap’s mouth. LC is in heaven. He squirms and moans, being impaled at both ends. The Mexican pants. I increase my fuck speed, hoping to feel something through the latex. And then it’s all over. LC shoots cum on the dirty linoleum. We all clean up, one way or another. LC goes out. The Mexican offers me his ass—and I go back to the straight side. The crowd has thinned. A lot. Down to one man. He is white, somewhere in his 30’s and carrying a lot of extra pounds around his middle. His face is incredibly handsome. He stands against the back wall. We nod to each other as I sit in the cock sucker’s seat. I stroke. He gets the courage to unzip. The porn is good—and we both stroke. “That’s a great cock,” he falters. I look over at him. He has a good seven incher himself. I tell him so. We stroke in silence for a bit. Then: “Do guys suck you here?” I tell him they do. And vice versa. “Nobody has ever offered to do me.” “Really? You are bigger than many…” “But not like yours.” I shrug. We stroke. I turn to him. “You want me to?” He can’t speak. He can only nod. I go to my knees. It’s all over the moment I take him in my mouth. He gasps and moans as his balls spew a huge load into my mouth. I try to clean him up—but he is far too sensitive. He nods at me as he pulls away and struggles with his zipper. He is out the door before he has pulled it all the way up… * I am alone for a bit. I stroke. Still slightly surprised at the volume of the load I just took. A young guy comes in, still in college, I would guess. He is white with his dark hair in a slightly asymmetrical cut. He stands where the last man did. We nod to each other. He takes out a regulation sized dick and strokes to the movie. I look at him again. I can’t read the vibe yet. I don’t say anything. I just wait. Finally: “You need any help with that monster?” “Sure.” He moves around, still stroking and gives me very good head. He must be a natural—or he started very young. He has great skills. And my cock is responding. He licks and sucks and deep throats. He knows to include my balls. I work his nipples through his tee. He groans around my cock as I tweak them. He pulls off me. “I need to get off this floor.” He apologetically stands up. I take his dick into my mouth. He sighs—surprised. His juices are flowing and his precum is very sweet. “Damn, Daddy. Suck me…” I do. “I want your load,” he tells me after a bit, pulling out of my mouth. He is good enough—he might get it. I spread my knees and let him sink back down to my cock. He works diligently for about 5 minutes—and damn, I’m close. I shut my eyes—and I’m there. I blast a volley of jizz into his mouth and throat. He swallows it all groaning and beating his cock faster. Suddenly he stands up. “Take it,” he grunts. He makes it into my mouth. Just. Before he explodes, every bit as hard… ** There is an odd epilogue. Leather Cap found me on a hook up site. Thanked me and described our scene so I knew for sure it was him. (as he only had an ass shot picture in his profile.) He was from out of town and wanted to know if it was alright if he contacted me again the next time he was in the area. I said sure. Two days later with no other messages, he blocked me. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Bookstore Welcomes Me Back (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 16, 2024

I didn't want to wade through 152 videos on his iafd database listing. Here's the link. Good luck. steven richards - iafd.com

My Desk—April, 2023 I came home totally sated from CLAW and the Horse Market. I was sorry that I hadn’t been able to stay longer at the leather weekend, but I was in the middle of a short-term contract that was taking up a lot of time. I made some notes about the event and went back to work. But something felt off. It was 10 days later—and after that wholesale fucking event, I wondered if I had brought something home with me. On the same day, I got the usual group email from the organizer reminding everyone to get checked for STIs after all the fun. My county health department isn’t open on the weekend, so I waited until they re-opened on Monday and went in. With my house move, I was in a new county, and while I had got my vaccines for Covid, flu and Mpox there, I had not gotten the full battery of STI testing from them. I have to say, I love the women I have met at county health departments. They are efficient, great at putting people at ease and have seen it all—literally. The two women I met on this trip also appreciated that I was coming in at the earliest warning sign, knew what I was talking about and I didn’t gloss over my sex life to make me ‘look better’ in their eyes. (Unlike my GP who really doesn’t want to talk about my gay sex life at all…) This was also a wake-up call to me. While not playing during all that time with Covid, I had not followed my usual sex screening routine for some time. It felt good and empowering to be back on track. I pissed in a cup. I was swabbed. I was jabbed in the finger. The nurse asked if I was interested in learning more about PrEP. I told her how I had decided before: I never bottom, I am cut, my regular partners are on PrEP or are undetectable. I was pleased that she agreed with my reasoning and that, as long as I continued testing regularly, I was in good shape there. Test results were fast. They did find chlamydia. I got the prescription and took my pills, glad that I hadn’t played since the event—so I had no one I could contact. (I just hope all the attendees of HM took the letter from the organizer to heart.) This is not the first time I have not had the usual sex driven post—but I think it is a good reminder for anyone having sex out there. STI’s happen. Take care of them. Notify your partner(s) when you can. It is part of having bareback sex. Actually, even condomed sex—I got gono from a blow job before the condom went on back in the 1990’s. So, there’s the public health announcement for today. I have written about all this before—and perhaps more eloquently in 2017. I will include a link to The Un-sexy Post: From My Side of the Sling: The Un-sexy Post (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 21, 2017 The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Back to Reality (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 14, 2023

For those of us who love to rim (and afterwards felch) Vaseline is my least favorite lube. It tastes horrible...

This team, HorseMarket SF does travel the country, but is more west coast based. CLAW (in Cleveland) seems to be as far east as I've seen them come. It looks like they lost their Chicago space... I am sure the German ones would be wonderful.

Thanks! It was a great event!!

Thanks, again! I hope we do!!

Thank you....and me, too. I'd love to get into that ass of yours!

Cleveland—April, 2023 It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend. But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long. With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away. I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home. Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “The Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only.” We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.) I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench. I got there early to see if he needed them. He didn’t. Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded. At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other. I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck. I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend. I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder. We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings. The Stallions chatted and joked together. I met two men I knew from Chicago. I filled up my water bottle. As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules. He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions. And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare. We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored. We just fit. It looked to me like there about 35 of us. Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place. We laughed together—nerves were showing. Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace… Naked, hooded men are everywhere. I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side. I find a full, hairy ass. I touch the man’s butt as I kneel. I tongue his ass crack making him moan. Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck. I grease myself as I eat him out. His hole has loosened under my tonguing. I stand and slide into him. He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute. “Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me. “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.” I turn and grin at him. It’s nice to actually see someone’s face. We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other. “You should try mine. Let’s switch.” He pulls out—so do I. I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event. The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit. Is he really so close already? He pulls out and takes a break. I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more… * I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings. Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt. I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight. No one has touched him yet. I go over to him. I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees. My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks. “Fuck, get we wet and ready…” I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. I stand and fuck him. He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. I fuck and fuck. Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt. “Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug… * And so it goes. I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck. I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare. I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass. Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal. But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room. I find a diminutive Asian in a sling. He’s been busy. We are about an hour into the event. His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once. His small frame is muscled and sleek. He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him. I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him. He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock. A Black man comes to watch me fuck. We nod to each other. He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock. “You should fuck this guy,” I tell him. “Oh, I have. You’re fucking in my load.” I grin. And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk. I fuck some more, and then he spells me. The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing. “You should open some holes for me,” says the top. I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so. A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch. We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench. And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table. The mares all love our pairing. A young man of color is on a fuck bench. I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first. It’s too much for his hole. The young man taps out, leaving with a handler. I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways… * I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by. I go back to him and eat some of the load. I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum. He does. I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his. I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening. For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten… * Another sling, another man getting a load. He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass. I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot. My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek. He blindly turns and licks at my cock. “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head. The guy in his asscunt moves away. I kneel and get another mouthful of cum. I stand and feed it to the cub. He groans his approval. I slide in and churn. His ass is great—even without the load. Another man who can really use it well. I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session… * I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass. I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room. I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. I am ready to load. I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone. I look for the Cub. He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench. Well, damn. I find the man bent over on the table. He’d be perfect. We fuck for a long time. I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge. But I’m trying too hard. I thank him and wander. There is a man I have fucked repeatedly. A big hairy bear on all fours. He’s been very busy. I watch him get used by two men back to back. I jerk a little as they fuck him. I’m up him next. He’s super wet. So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight. “So, you’re back,” he grunts. (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.) I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in. In moments, I feel the build. My balls tighten and I shoot. I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm. I stay there a bit and finally pull out. I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off. I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck. He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock. I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock? His red hooded head nods yes. I let him clean me up. I’m not going down. I am actually still damn hard. He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men. “Stick it up my ass, man, please…” I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Horse Market at CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 11, 2023

Near Home—April, 2023 It’s the first Saturday in April. And I’m horned. I spent the day making a list of what I needed to pack for CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland. It is the next weekend—and is taking place much earlier in the month than ever before. I even dismantled the sling and got it into the duffle bag. And it left me with the slight ache in my balls. I needed sex. Now. I ate a quick lunch and spent the afternoon at the nearest bookstore… I park in the deserted lot. This is, historically, an active time at this store, but not today, it seems. Is this going to me an April Fool on myself? I go in and sit in the back row of the straight theatre. No one is here, but the porn is good and raunchy. I stroke. I hear movement in the gay theatre through the grate in wall that separates the two. I think about going over there—but just as I’m about to re-button my fly, I hear the door bang as someone leaves. In moments, the person is coming in this door. He is a tall Black man, in his late 30’s. I recognize from here. He loves to watch me play—but never touches anyone or vice versa. We nod to each other. He sits against the far wall—where he has a good view of me. He takes out his bigger than average dick. He seems to like the porn on the screen, too. He jerks rapidly. We are alone for quite some time. Finally, the door opens again. A tall white man, around my age, enters. He looks totally out of place here on a Saturday afternoon. He is dressed like he just stepped out of his law office—a suit and tie, with extremely well-polished shoes. He looks at me. He looks at the man in the chair. He decides to lean against the back wall, three feet away from me. We all watch the movie. I glance over—his suit pants are tented, without him touching himself. Two minutes later, he unzips. It is a gorgeous curved cock, girthy and veiny, pointing up to the ceiling. It is extremely hard. The man, his eyes on the screen, begins to stroke it. The girl on the screen takes two loads on her face. The stroker in the chair, grunts and strokes himself even faster. The guy next to me, stops his jerking. Is he that close, I wonder? The woman on the screen mops up her face and licks her fingers clean. The camera pans away, and the screen dissolves to black, making the theatre totally black as well. “Do you suck?” He sounds closer to me. And he is. The drooling head of his cock rubs my check. Well, fuck! I turn slighty, open my mouth and swallow him down. Damn, his cock is thick. Not long, but I really have to work at keeping my teeth off the flared head. The upward curve doesn’t help either, but he seems to love what I’m doing. Suddenly, we are in light again as the movie starts to replay from the top. I worry he’ll pull out of me, but he doesn’t. I hear the voyeur grunt his approval to the live porn happening in his view. I think the man in my mouth is going to shoot quite fast, but he doesn’t. He sighs, and lets me work on his dick at my own speed. Finally, he pulls out of my mouth and leans over. “You have a beauty. Can I do you?” This surprises me a little. I had him pegged as hetro-flexible, just needing somewhere warm and wet to get off. “Be my guest.” I spread my legs wider. “Maybe let me sit, so I don’t have to kneel.” Of course—his suit on this floor! I stand up and let him sit down. He opens wide and takes me to the root on the first go. Fuck!—and he’s good. He is making my cock drip like crazy. He pulls off me and deliberately licks up the juices from my piss slit. He moans and pulls my cock up so he can get to my balls. I groan. I love my balls licked—and here he was doing it without my prompting him. He makes sounds in the back of his throat, obviously enjoying their taste. Finally, he pulls off me and leans back against the wall, panting. I go to my knees and suck him again. I find it slightly easier to manage his curve this way. Again, I get him to what feels like imminent orgasm. His thick cock head, flaring even more. He stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Give me a minute.” He stands up, zips up and is gone before I can stand. I sit back down and stroke a little. Not very happy at the turn of events. The voyeur gets up and comes over. “What happened? I wanted to see him come in your mouth.” I shrug. The voyeur goes back to his chair. I stroke. Suit & Tie comes back in. He sits next to me on the two--seater bench. “I needed a minute.” I nod. “I really want you to fuck me.” “Really?” He nods. “Are you prepped for that?” “Always. And I want you raw.” “Then let’s fuck…” He stands up and begins to strip, folding his clothes and placing them where he had just sat down. Pants, shirt, silky boxers. He slips back into his loafers, and leans against the back of the bench in front of us, presenting a smooth ass to me. I slip to my knees and spread his butt cheeks apart. Here, he is delightfully hairy. My tongue finds his pucker. He groans—surprised, I think, it’s not a finger. He groans again, louder now, as I burrow into him. The voyeur stands up for a better view. I eat the man out—happily making his curved cock drip. I catch some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his hole. This makes him pant. “That feels so good,” he croons. I grunt, though it’s muffled by his butt cheeks. My cock is throbbing, I am ready to fuck. I stand up and work the head in. He takes me with little resistance. I inch into him. When I am halfway in, Suit & Tie pushes back on me. To the hilt. He pants. “You are biggest I’ve ever had.” I hold a long moment and then begin the fuck. He reaches back for his own cock. I let him stroke himself a little, then I knock his hand away—I’m not going to let him get off before I’m done. “Fuck me harder,” he groans. “Turn me inside out.” That’s all the encouragement I need. I begin a really hard driving fuck. My open palm slaps his ass—making it tighten ever more around my cock. He reaches back again. I let him jack. “Cum in me,” he begs. “I want your cum in me.” I am actually ready to breed this once well-dressed guy—the last man I would ever have taken for a bareback bottom. “Are you close?” he asks, breathing hard. “Yeah…” And I’m there. I howl out my orgasm. Suit & Tie grabs his dick and shoots right along with me, covering the floor and my boots. I stay in him a long minute afterwards. When I pull out, I kneel and felch a little of my cum, which is running out of him. I also clean his wilting cock. Finally, I let him stand and clean up before he gets dressed. I tell him about my playroom, hoping he might want a re-match. But he does not offer a number. With his tie back in place, he thanks me, then leans close and whispers. “I’m taking your load home to the Boyfriend. He loves fucking me full like this. Not knowing the who’s cum is in me…” I smile. Our lips brush and he’s gone… The voyeur steps closer and with a groan, shoots all over the floor. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Under the Suit & Tie (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2023

Jackson—March, 2023 Sometime in the middle of March, Kyle, the hairy transman I had been having fun with, decided he wanted to set up a gangbang at his home. He had some regular tops who were excited by the idea and he asked if I would join them. I said ‘yes.’ As these things often go, the tops began having other commitments as the date grew closer. Finally, Kyle decided we’d just meet at the bookstore where I had first fucked him. It held potential for other men (as his group had reduced to just two regulars, who were both fine playing with him there.) The time was set for 4:30pm. I got there, a little early. I thought I’d get some warm-up head and be ready to go when he arrived… There is an undercurrent of sexual tension the moment I walk into the lounge. I walk around the dimly lit areas. There is a blow job happening in the gay porn area. A guy is on the slurp ramp, getting head by some unseen man in one of the glory hole booths. The curtains are drawn on two of the little cabanas and I can hear sex happening behind the fabric. Other men are milling around, unable to settle down. I sit and open my fly, watching the varied screens on the main wall. Men check me out, but no one kneels to suck. I stroke, idly watching a scene where a handsome guy is filled at both ends. As I stroke, I hear the curtains open on one of the cabanas behind me. I turn. There is a bare ass on offer. I get up and move closer. It’s Kyle. And he is bent over, sucking the cock of a man around my age who is sitting on the bench. I go in, leaving the curtain open. I go to my knees and rub my hands across the ample furry ass cheeks. My tongue visits his ass pucker for a moment and then dips lower to lick his front hole. Kyle groans. He must know it’s me. He moans again around the cock in his mouth. The guy thoughtfully reaches down and spreads Kyle’s butt cheeks so I can rim and suck with ease. I go back and forth between the two holes, making Kyle squirm. Now I stay, my mouth plastered to his front hole and am rewarded with the taste of cum. Instantly, my cock is raging. I stand up and stick my engorged dick into him. “Fuck…” I sigh. “Can you feel that cum, Daddy” Kyle whispers, before going back down on the man. I make some sort of affirmative grunt. The guy he is sucking never takes his eyes off my cock pumping into Kyle. I am having to do an odd knee bend to line everything up properly. I finally have to pull out and stand up fully. “That a big dick for your pussy,” the guy getting head, whispers. Kyle agrees, pulling off him. “You want to fuck?” I ask the guy. “Naw, been there.” “I was licking him clean after he filled me up,” Kyle volunteers. “Nice,” I grunt and go back to my knees to taste him again. The guy slides away from Kyle and stands up. “Watching you, I could drop another load.” He begins to swiftly jerk his bigger than average dick. “Cum on my cock,” I tell him. “I’ll fuck your second load into him.” “Fuck…” he groans. I stand up. Kyle is panting. The guy is close. I hold my dick over Kyle’s upturned ass. With just a few more strokes, the guy shoots a sizeable load on my dick. He grunts and watches me do a knee bend and slide my cummy cock into Kyle. Kyle groans—and I sigh. “Fuck, you are so wet,” I tell him. I fuck happily into him, making a wet squishy sound with each stroke. The guy is getting dressed. He pats Kyle’s ass affectionately. “Gotta get home to the wife.” “Thanks,” pants Kyle. “Fuck him good,” says the guy to me, swatting my moving ass as he leaves. I fuck—reveling in the wet sounds and feel of the fuck. But soon, once again, my knees are screaming at me. I pull out and straighten up. “We should go to the exam table so I don’t have to bend so.” Kyle is more than willing. He finds his clothes on the bench and picks them up. He walks nude from the cabana to the table—and I follow, not bothering to cover my engorged dick. “I couldn’t wait until 4:30,” Kyle explains as I put his legs on the stirrups. “I got here early—and I got three loads before the one you just added.” This makes me go to my knees. I love this medical exam table—it is the perfect height it positions him in a way I can really lick his front hole properly. “Lick up that cum,” Kyle murmurs. “Can you taste it?” I grunt and when I have a dollop of the fresh load in my mouth, I stand up and drool it into Kyle’s open mouth. My cock slides into him as I do it. I fuck his silky hole for a long time. “You going to load me, Daddy?” I grunt out “Not yet.” “You know, you have never shot in me…” I just nod and grin and keep plowing into him. Suddenly, I stop and go to my knees to taste him again. Damn, he is so creamy from these guys. I move up and lick his T-cock. Then I use my hand on it, as my mouth licks into him. Kyle can’t stand it. “I’m gonna squirt, Daddy….” And he does—right into my mouth. I swallow some and spit some into his front hole. I stand up and fuck all the liquid into him. Kyle is wildly rubbing himself now as I fuck. I can see it on his face he’s likely to blow again. “You want it?” he pants. I do. “Here…ah, fuck!” I kneel just in time for a second squirt explosion. His pubic hair is as drenched as my beard. I swallow some—and suddenly know I am on the edge. “Take my cum,” I grunt as I stand and slide into him. “Yes!” I fuck a few strokes and explode. I grab his legs as my body is rocked with the powerful orgasm. Spurt after spurt. I stand frozen for a long moment. Then I go to my knees and begin to lick up the mix of all the juices running out of him… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Gets His Gangbang (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2023

I am 60 + and have never had an issue getting into Steamworks Chicago. I see many, many men my age there.

Lansing—March, 2023 As March came to a close, I realized I really wanted to cruise/play somewhere different. I thought about heading back to northern Indiana, but that seemed to involve too much travel time to justify the play. Instead, I decided to head to Lansing—far enough away that it would be all different men, but close enough to get home for dinner. I also wanted that sex club atmosphere of this particular venue. Plenty of porn stations, but also slings, gloryholes and benches aplenty for more varied activities. I took off on a Saturday morning and got there early enough to get a discount on my ticket. Of course, that also meant almost no one was in the place. I watched some porn. I walked around the vast playspace. I missed out on the one piece of action that was happening at that hour, by arriving at the gay area just as two men shot their loads (one into a cocksucker’s mouth—and the other on the floor.) The other three men in attendance seemed more interested in their phones than play. I told the attendant I needed some coffee and would be back. I sat in my car for a bit, nursing my drink, as I read. An hour later, I returned. The parking lot, while not full, had lots of new cars in it. I was buzzed back in. I went to my favorite spot to sit, watch porn and stroke—and be in the path of every man who was cruising the place… “Daddy needs his dick sucked.” A younger Caucasian guy is standing in the doorway, dressed in the local university colors, though he is likely no longer in school. He gropes himself as he looks hungrily at my cock. I nod. He comes over and kneels. He takes me deep into his throat. I hear his own zipper open—and the slightly wet sound of him giving himself a hand job as he sucks me. He is not very experienced—but he is enthusiastic. He mostly stays sucking on my cock head. When he goes to take me deep, he stops stroking. About the third time he deep throats me, he forgets to remove his hand from his cock. It explodes, leaving a pool of jizz by my boots. He sighs, gets kind of embarrassed and leaves. The crowd is constant now. Men of every age and race walk by—it’s nice to be in a college town—but not one of them seems interested in me. I stroke for a bit, then get up and go around the corner into the dark room. I lean against the wall. I think I am the only one here. I stroke. Waiting. In quick succession, three men appear at the lit doorframe, come in and disappear in the shadows. I hear their zippers open. We all wait. My eyes adjust. Slightly. I can just see them—men of all different shapes leaning—two on the side wall, one by the doorframe. I’m at the back. We can all feel the sexual tension rise. But no one makes a move. Fuck it, I go to my knees. I am instantly surrounded by all three. A white guy, with a largish gut, beats the others to my mouth. His cock is nice and thick—and instantly juicy. He lets me do the work for a moment—but is soon fucking my face. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “Take all our dicks.” He pulls out of me and guides the dick next to him into my mouth. The guy with the large gut jerks and occasionally slaps my face with his wet cock as I suck the new man. The man now in my mouth is Black. His cock is long and thin. He is the youngest of the men now here. I pull off the new man so I can lick his balls. The third guy bends over and licks the man’s dick at the same time. I love the musk of this guy’s balls. I lick the hairy sack—that is beginning to pull up into his abdominal cavity. “Let me back in that mouth,” the guy with the gut grates out. The Black guy moves away, letting the third guy continue to suck him. My face is being fucked again. This man likes to be in charge of his cocksucking. “You swallow?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound as I take the face fucking. “Don’t you dare spit out my cum…” These must be his trigger words—for my mouth is suddenly flooded. He stops his pumping and unloads all over my tongue. His cum is sweet. He holds me in place until I have cleaned his cock head of every drop. “My turn,” says the Black guy. He pulls out of the other sucker’s mouth and brings his wet cock back to me. “Take my load, man.” His wet balls press against my chin, he is buried so deep in my throat. I pull back, as I really want to taste his load. He figures it out—and lets me. My left hand cradles his hairy nut sack—and he begins to shoot. His testicles try to pull into his body, but I don’t let them. This guy, younger and fitter, gives me even more cum. Salty, but good. I swallow him down, as he steadies himself on my shoulders. Once I’ve cleaned his cock of every drop of semen, I lick his super sensitive balls—relishing the fact I have made them even muskier. Suddenly I feel a mouth on my dick. The third guy, has hunkered down and, lying on his stomach, is trying to take all of me. It’s not a great position, and he seems rather toothy. But I let him—for a new man emerges from the shadows. “I watched you take those loads. You want a third?” He is a smaller white guy, middle aged—and I can’t see much else in the dark. His cock is wet and dripping. He rubs it all over my face and beard before he finally shoves it in my mouth. “Good boy,” he coos. “Make me cum.” My tongue finds his piss slit and digs in. This makes him pant. Now my tongue is moving all over his regulation sized cock. After a moment, he pulls out of my mouth. “Lick my balls like you did with that other guy.” I bury my face into his much more diminutive ball sack. He groans and jerks his dick as I do it. “Here it comes,” he groans. “Take it.” He just makes it back into my mouth. He erupts. It’s, frankly, a foul-tasting load. He’s a smoker. But I swallow it down. The man won’t let me clean him up. He simply pats me on the head and leaves. “That was hot,” says the remaining guy, the toothy cocksucker. Sometime, during the third sucking, he’s backed off my cock and stood up. “You gonna give me your load?” “Give me a minute.” I sit on a fuck bench that is in the room—and that I only now can see. He takes off… * I take a tour—and end up back in the same dark room. A younger Black man is getting head from the toothy guy. The guy getting sucked is as tall as I am and weights easily twice what I do. He’s large. He sees me watching him get sucked. And stroking to it. “Let me suck you,” he says. He seats me in a chair I didn’t know was there. His mouth is huge—and his tongue the warmest, and most accommodating, I have felt in months. And it’s big, too. It is the perfect blow job after the toothy guy. And the sucker is great at it. And he knows he has a special tongue. He uses it all over me. Balls. Shaft. Head. Perineum. And finally, my mouth. The kiss is electric. Our tongues joust, but my mouth is quickly conquered by the sheer mass of his bigger one. We both groan… And he spends the next hour, truly, giving me the most exquisite blow job… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: In the Dark Room (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 27, 2023

Perfect!

I do wonder. I really want to bump into them again there. I have visions of him eating my cum out of her!

It's easy to freeze--and if you're going to jerk anyways--don't waste it!