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    Grand Rapids—October, 2021
    On the last Saturday of the month, the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween theme.  My leather served as my costume.  I was glad of it, too, for it was a chilly evening.  The whole gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had attended.  I still did not find the right combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave themselves to me…
     
    I am upstairs.  Watching bisexual porn.  I am sitting in a large overstuffed chair—the only chair at this porn station.  There is a raised platform behind me where couples have been fucking—so far all men.  I have stroked to the porn and the sex.  More than once the bottom has gotten off the platform, walked over and given me head after his fuck.  One time, a top followed and fucked the guy again as the bottom blew me.  But right now, I am just fisting my very wet dick.
    A tall, built Black man comes up the steps and stops as he sees me.  I recognize him from the walk to my locker.  He was fucking a very loud woman in the downstairs play area.  And here he is…his eyes riveted to my cock.
    “Fuck, you’re big.”
    I smile and remove my hand to show him all of it.  My cock quivers and beads a drop of precum.
    “Can I suck it?”
    I nod.
    He bends, still standing, and licks the precum out of the slit.  His tongue is wet and warm.  He realizes he can’t take all of me this way, so slowly goes to his knees between my splayed legs.  It doesn’t seem to be a position he is in very often.  But he gives me excellent head.  His tongue work is hot and varied.  The amount of suction is good, but he can’t take me deep.  He chokes each time he tries.  He finally shakes his head and comes up for air.  “Do guys really take that thing in their ass?”
    “Sure.”
    “I’d like to see that.”
    “Check in at the sling—I am sure I will be using it tonight.”
    It’s his turn to grin.  When he stands, I see that he has tented his Andrew Christian underwear.   “I’ll look for you…”  He ambles off.
    I get up and move to the chair next to the empty sling.  This is a much more private area.  Almost instantly I have a white man of my age on his knees and sucking my cock.  Another comes over.  I suck him as he waits his turn to go down on me. 
    The guys switch.  I am expecting they will want to fuck, but no.  They, too, amble off in search of a new person to share.
    I stroke.
    “Daddy, you shouldn’t have to do that.”
    A young Latino, maybe 35, is standing to my side.  He is cute—even carrying a little Covid extra weight.  His smile is infectious.  He kneels and gives me the best head of the night so far.
    He pulls off, holding the base in his hand, looking at the cock he has been deep throating.  “But this dick needs my ass.”  Without waiting for me to respond, he is on his feet, and sitting on the saliva covered fuck stick.  He slides down me.  Easily.  He holds a moment and begins bouncing on me slowly.  “You feel so good, Papi, so good!” 
    My hands reach around and work his nipples.  He moans and continues his gyrations on my cock.  When his legs tire, he pulls off me and swivels around to clean me up.  He licks my cock hungrily.  Finally he reaches for my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear:  “This boy loves the taste of his own ass.  Am I a bad boy, Papi?”
    I tell him no.
    “What is your name?  I am Osvaldo.”
    I tell him mine.
    “Fuck me again, please.  I like it rough.”
    He bends so he is holding onto the back of the chair, his fairly hair ass jutting out.  I get up and go around.  I fall to my knees and bury my face in his ass.  This provokes a monologue:  “Daddy, eat me….that’s right Papi, eat your boi out…”  On and on.
    He is juicy.  I can see why he said he loves the taste of his hole.  So do I.  It is obvious that he’s been fucked more than by me tonight, and maybe even loaded.  I dig my tongue in deeper.  I force myself to stop.  I stand up and slide into him again.  Osvaldo croons as I fuck.  This time I am in control of the speed and the depth.
    I look up.  It’s the bi-sexual guy who gave me head.  He watches.  Then he comes around to my side so he can really see me plow into the hot, wet hole.  I slow down the pounding I am giving Osvaldo and start a much slower speed, pulling back until just the tip on my cock is left in him.
    “Damn…”
    Osvaldo loves an audience.  He asks if the other man wants his mouth.  The guy doesn’t move.  He is fascinated by my very white cock splitting the cinnamon colored mounds of Osvaldo.  I pick up the speed again.  I rail into Osvaldo, slapping his ass just once with a resounding whack.
    “You want a turn?” I ask my observer. 
    He thinks a long moment before shaking his head and walking away.
    “But I do,” says another voice behind me.
    A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there.  He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder.
    “You want another cock?” I bark out.
    Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is.  “Fuck me!”
    I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass.  “Now this is gonna be fun…”
     
    To be continued.
     
    The original was posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party: "You Want Another Cock?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 2, 2022
  2. FelchingPisser

    Braydon's Cummy Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—October, 2021
    It was inevitable that after meeting Braydon by chance at the bookstore, we would want to do it again.  (That meet was in The Reverse Felch, a few posts ago.)  We set the day and time during the last few days of October.  I drove in after lunch and was pleased to see a number of cars in the parking lot…
     
    Braydon is already here.  He nods to me as I buy my ticket and follows me into the straight theatre.  I sit for a moment.  He hovers on the back wall.  There are a fair number of men in the room.  Not one is doing anything sexually overt.  There is not even a surreptitious squeeze to the crotch.  I stand up, nod to Braydon and we go next door.
    There is one man in here who eyes us for a moment before turning back to the screen.  I sit, spread my legs wide and haul out my hardening cock.  I look at Braydon standing against the wall.  He nods and gets on his knees in front of me.  He bends and begins giving me extremely good head.
    The other guy watches us.  But he does not want to join.  Or even stroke to what we are doing.
    Eventually he leaves.  We take a break.  Braydon goes to the arcade to see if he can find playmates; I go to the straight theatre.  We both return empty handed.
    “Let’s fuck.  Show me your butt…”
    He grabs a chair to lean on.  He pulls his pants down and I get my cock back out.  He bends.  I kneel.  My face plants into his extremely hairy ass crack.  My cock gets harder yet—until it is almost painful.
    The door behind us opens.  A man I know, my age, walks down into my sight line.  He has appeared in this blog many times as he used to give motel parties—and always wanted me there.  Cam realizes it’s me and gropes himself. 
    He watches me eat.  Lick.  Spit. Stand.  And enter the wet ass.  Even Braydon’s groaning does not make him unzip.  Obviously he has mistimed his Viagra.  I fuck slowly.  Nice long strokes to let Cam see my cock entering and exiting.
    Eventually he gets hard enough to let Braydon suck his cock.  This makes me fuck hard.  I also slap Braydon’s ass once to get him back to squeezing down on my cock.
    Cam suddenly zips up and leaves.  I ask if he shot. 
    “Nope, not hard enough.”
    I pull out and kneel to taste his fucked hole.  Braydon loves this—knowing how much his ass juices turn me on. 
    The door opens again.  A man closer to Braydon’s age and build comes in—a very furry bear with a goatee.  His pants tent instantly.  He leans against the wall, watching me rim.  I stand up, slap my cock on Braydon’s bare butt and push back into his wet hole.
    The new bear unzips with a “Damn…”  He takes out a nice thick dick and strokes it.
    “Use his mouth, man.  It’s why he’s here.”
    He moves to Braydon’s head,  and is quickly engulfed.
    “Oh, yeah…He’s good.”  He stands still and let’s Braydon do his job. 
    “You want to fuck him?”
    “I’d love to—but…oh, fuck!”  He begins to dump his load in Braydon’s mouth.  It goes on and on.
    “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark.
    Braydon knows what I want.  When the guy finally pulls out of his mouth, I pull out of his ass and move to the side.  My cupped hand is under Braydon’s mouth.  He drools a huge load into my palm—so big I can’t keep it all on my hand.  I look at the Bear and coat my dick with his semen. 
    “Fuck…” he sighs as he sees me fuck his cum into Braydon’s sloppy hole.  The hole that was feeling good is now transformed into the smoothness that only a load of jizz can give.  I fuck him slowly—and deeply.  I want it to stay inside him.  At least for now.
    “So hot,” says the Bear as he zips up.  “Thanks.”  He touches Braydon’s shoulder—and then mine.  “I guess I bred him after all.”   He leaves.
    I fuck a little more in the velvety ass canal.
    The door opens.  It is the Latino who always want me to fuck him—and who never cleans out.  And while he still touches his ass as he drops his trousers, he is rock hard and sticks his foreskin covered cock into Braydon’s mouth.
    He matches my thrusts.  Then points to the ass I’m fucking.  I pull out and he sinks his cock into Braydon.  I go around and feed Braydon some of the Bear’s cum off my cock.  I watch the Latino push in—his eyes light up.   He wasn’t expecting a load in him already.  He fucks Braydon hard and fast.
    I indicate I want back in.  He brings his cock back to Braydon’s mouth.  I can only guess how much cum is trapped in the over abundance of skin on the Latino’s cock head.  I fuck for a bit.  Braydon cleans cock.
    We switch again.  This time the Latino indicates he wants me to fuck him as he fucks Braydon.  I don’t want to risk it—though I normally love that position. 
    This time, after he pulls out the Latino let’s himself be cleaned—but he puts his cock away and leaves.  I sink into Braydon’s ass.  Is it creamier yet?  I can’t tell for sure.  But my cock goes into overdrive just at the thought.  I fuck into him significantly harder.
    And blast deep into his hole…grabbing onto him for support.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Braydon's Cummy Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  December 30, 2021
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    Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Lansing—October, 2021
    A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy.  With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house.  It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite.  I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. 
    He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north.  We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving.  When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom.
     I looked around the space as I slipped out of my clothes.  There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters.  The rimseat sits between the two.  There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed.  The men are hot and eager.  The couple is just under my age.  The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker.  The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it.  Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt.  Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging.  I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh…
     
    “Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us.  “He likes to arrive when the action has started.  He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.”
    We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us.  The Top Host is kissing Keshawn.  Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim.  I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks.  My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host.  I get him good and wet.  I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth.  I stand up and slide into him for the first time today.  I fuck him gently.  Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. 
    We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too.  I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off.  Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim.  I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz.
    The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur.  Everyone here is a pig.  They eat ass.  They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass.  I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me.  Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out.  I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking.
    When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived.  He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us.  Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host.  Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock.  I offer to suck the Voyeur.  He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum.  He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again.
    *
    I am under the rimseat.  Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass.  He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out.  I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick.  I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them.
    Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him.  HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue.  He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten.  I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube.  He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment.   I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats.  Tim begins to bounce.
    I lose track of time.  There is no place I’d rather be.  Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host.  He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place.  I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube.
    Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face.  His ass is the least wet.  I try to remedy that situation…
    *
    We are at the sling.  I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn.  When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in.  We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. 
    Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock.  Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other.  He swings across so he is straddling the sling.  I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still.  Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool.   I begin to fuck harder.  Tim begins to ride Keshawn.  It’s a first for me.  I love it.  It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. 
    I tell him so. 
    “I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs.
    *
    Everyone in the room is ready to get off.  We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed.  The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back.  I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim.  The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats.  He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting.  Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole.  This makes him hot enough to shoot.  He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim.  I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole.  But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. 
    I fuck this load into Tim, too.  I pound him.  I am now frothing his hole.  There is stray cum emerging on every stroke.  I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December, 27, 2021
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    Moments at the Motel

    By FelchingPisser,


    Motel
    Chicago—October, 2021
    Jay, my host in Palm Springs, was going to be in Chicago during the third week of October.  He wondered if I wanted to come spend Friday and Saturday with him.  I said yes.  (As it turned out, I could only stay one night, as I had to return for an unscheduled meeting, as I am still working occasionally.)  Jay had also contacted a couple we both knew from the piss party hosted in town.  I had played with them a number of times there and during IML.  One was total top, one was versatile.
    It took me forever to get to the north side.  I have found Chicago now has traffic jams at all sorts of different times of day.  Maybe it’s that people are now working more irregular hours.  But I made it and checked in before Jay arrived.  I set up the room while he was busy in the bathroom.  I turned down the play bed and put my suitcase on the one I’d be sleeping on.  I had not brought the sling and it was a good thing—it would barely have fit, the room was so tight.  I had, at Jay’s request, brought the rimseat.  Jay had packed some toys.  All was set up by 8pm.
     Jay asked me to slide into his ass to make sure the playing field was clean.  It was.  I fucked him rather lazily and pulled out of him, just as there was a knock on the door…
     
    Steve and Ray greet us and waste no time in stripping down.  I have not seen either for five or six years—but they are much the same, just slightly greyer.  (Aren’t we all?!)  Steve, the top, is shorter, with a nice cock.  Ray, the versatile, is taller.  He’s filled out a little more.  Both are around my age, maybe younger, though I think they look older.
    Jay is on all fours on the bed.  He demands to be fucked.  Steve ignores him, walks around and sticks his hardening cock into Jay’s mouth.  I go to my knees in front of Ray.  I work valiantly to get him hard.  One moment he is rampant, then not so much.
    I turn towards the bed.  The fucking has started.  Jay is bucking back onto Steve.  His mouth is spewing a constant stream of gutter talk.  I go over and shove my cock into it to keep him a little quieter.  Ray has moved over to the bed, stroking his dick, now fully hard as he watches his partner plow. 
    Steve pulls out.  Ray sinks into Jay’s open hole.  I move and let Steve get his cock cleaned by Jay.   I move behind Ray.  My cock is moving up and down his ass crack as he fucks, my arms around his chest working his nipples. 
    Soon it is my time to go back up Jay.  I hold his head down on Ray’s dick.  If he wants to be used roughly, as he keeps moaning, I am happy to comply.  I grab his hair and pull him from Ray’s dick to Steve’s and back again.  My cock impales him over and over…
    *
    I am sitting, taking a break, and watching the other bed.  Jay is working a long, slender dildo up Ray—all while Steve fucks him.  Jay is attacking Ray’s ass rather hard.  Ray backs off the toy and gets up from the bed.  I stand and lead him to the rimseat.  I murmur something about soothing his battered hole and crawl under.  Before the seat comes down, I see Steve now using the toy on Jay.  Ray sits.  I get busy eating out his abused hole.  Ray groans and takes a massive hit of poppers. 
    His mouth starts running now, too.  He wants my tongue in him.  Deep.  To eat him out.  To get him ready for my cock.  I grease up my dick with my free hand, in case he decides to ride me.  And just in time.  Ray stands and, in one swift movement, sits himself down on my hard cock.  He pauses for poppers, than bounces on my dick like a man possessed.  Steve turns and watches.  Jay moves off the bed and in front of Steve to suck him.  Steve ignores Jay, but his eyes never leave his partner impaling himself on my dick…
    *
    Steve and I are taking our last rotation on Jay.  Ray has tapped out.  He sits and watches us use him, kneading his half hard dick.  Steve plows Jay, who is back on all fours.  He takes it, moaning to us all how good it is. 
    I take over on his hole.  Jay eagerly laps at Steve’s ass flavored cock.  He grunts out his pleasure.
    “Fuck, I think…”  Steve is sure he’s about to shoot.  I pull out and let him push deep into Jay one last time…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Moments at the Motel (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2021
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    Using Davis' Hot Hole

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—October, 2021
    Davis was back for another round in the playroom.  I loved how open he’d been to new experiences, so when he was ready to come up again, I cleared my schedule.  This time didn’t set any kind of new goal to achieve.  We just had some kinky fun…
     
    It’s a long drive for Davis.  He has spent a fair amount of time in the shower to freshen up.  I have left a robe for him on the bathroom door knob.  I go back to the blog post I was working on when he arrived and write a little more.  I feel the pouch of my jock filling as I type.  I don’t know if it’s my words or the anticipation.  I hear the water cut off and my cock oozes a drop of pre-cum into the stained fabric. 
    Ok.  It’s him.
    I stop typing and go put on my boots.  Davis emerges and I tell him to go on down to the playroom—I will be right there.  And I am.  He is naked but for a NYPD blue jock and athletic socks.  As he hears the door open he goes to his knees.  I hang my robe on the door knob and move to the fuck bench.  I sit/lean against the top piece, my legs spread wide.
    “Suck my cock.”
    He has swiveled slightly, still on his knees.  Davis buries his face in the pouch of my jock.  He inhales.  Sighs.  His tongue comes out and begins to lick the fabric.  Soon, he’s found the edge and begins licking my balls.  I pull the fabric aside.  I want his mouth on me.  He hungrily licks and sucks the hairy sacks.  I stroke my cock.  When I’ve worked up another drop of pre-cum, I move his mouth to the head of my cock.  He tongues the head thoroughly—and then deep throats me.  And again.
    He groans and pulls off. 
    “Get up here,” I tell him.  I move and let him crawl up on the padded bench.  He settles in and hits his poppers as I kneel.  I pull his generous ass cheeks apart and taste his hole.  He groans.  I moan—and burrow in with my tongue.  I spit and lick until his hole is slick with my gob.  I stand up and work the head of my cock into him.
    “I always forget,” he murmurs as he huffs, “just how big you are.”
    The poppers do their job—and his hole is mine.  I fuck him slowly.  The full length in and out.  His groans and egg me on to speed up and fuck him harder.  I do it.  Then I pull out and walk to his mouth.  He eagerly cleans me off, reveling in the taste of his hole.
    We move to the sling.  The moment he is in the stirrups, I let fly with a piss load covering his ass crack.  I drop to my knees and lick it off him—which leads me to rimming his fucked hole.
    I plow his ass.
    I let him clean my dick, with him leaning out of the sling.
    I use the egg headed dildo on him.  I don’t add my cock.  He’s not quite ready for that yet.  But I fuck him with the bigger head of it.
    I piss a little more—this time some goes into his hole.  I grab the smallest butt plug and slide it in to keep the piss up there as once again he cleans my dick.  “Get me good and wet for I’m going back up your hole with just you for lube.”  He leaves me covered in spit. 
    And I fuck it all up his willing hole…
    *
    We take a break.  We both drink up.  I am hoping he will be able to piss.  I surprise him by getting in the sling.  “Lick my balls.”  He kneels.  His face is right at my ball sack as I recline.  I stroke my cock as he tongues me.  I say my usual—“Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls.”  He does.  Really well. His licking makes my cock run like the clichéd faucet.  I mop some up on a finger and feed it to him, telling him it’s his reward.  He licks it clean—and then sucks my middle finger as if it were a tiny cock.  I smear his spittle on my dick and push his head lower to lick my perineum.
    We switch places, Davis in the sling and me on my knees.  His hole is so juicy now from all the fucking and stretching. 
    I fuck him.  Hard.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my cock split into him.
    I finally have to pause to get my wind back.  I move the rimseat away from the wall.
     “Out you come.”  His eyes have been closed.  He’s been in his own world.
    I help him out—and then have him lean his chest to the sling.  I enter him.  I fuck him hard.  He is groaning—it feels totally different to both of us.  I suddenly stop.  My bladder is full.  I pull out slightly and suddenly I am gushing into his once tight hole.  I can’t stop.  It just goes on and on.
    Davis moans into the sling:  “Are you gonna drink that out of me?”
    “I’m gonna fuck in it, first.”
    I begin thrusting— listening to the sloshing inside of him.  I pull some piss out on each backstroke—which means there has to be a whole lot inside him.  “Here we go.”  I pull out and my fingers are there to keep his hole from gaping and spilling any.  I ask for his poppers and take a long hit before I settle under the frame.  The seat comes down.  He sits.  My tongue hits his hole and it is a deluge.  No poking around to find it.  He is full to bursting.  He doesn’t try to control the flow— he just lets it go.  I drink most of it, but there is so much coming at me, I can’t get it all.  I close my eyes and just let it spray all over my face.
    When his ass stops dripping, Davis moves.  He knows where he needs to be.  He is in the sling before I can get off the floor.  I ram my dick into his pissed out hole—and give him every drop of my cum…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Using Davis' Hot Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 17, 2021
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    Sex Amid the Clutter

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bad Sex
    Detroit—October, 2021
    We spoke on Asspig, the fisting site.  We talked about what we liked to do.  We seemed like a good match—he loved fisting and he had a sling.  He wanted my dick, too, not just my hand.  He asked if I would be ok with other men being there.  Of course.  I tend not to travel into Metro Detroit lately, but I made an exception and said yes.  Of course, he was on the east side—the farthest possible for me—but off I went on a Monday morning for an afternoon of play…
     
    I turn on his street—right on time.  But I cannot find the house number he has given me.  I call him.  “Didn’t I tell you, East _______?  You must be on West.”  I look at the address he’d typed.  There is no east or west for the street name.  I mutter under my breath, as I re-trace my steps, cross the six lane boulevard that divides the city, and find his house.  He greets me.  He is a rather doughy white man around my age—but he looks like his picture—and I am fine with getting to know what looked like a hot ass that could take a good workout.
    We sit for a millisecond in his living room.  It looks like there is a major renovation happening.  Stuff is everywhere.
    “The sling is in the basement.” 
    I follow him down the steps, picking my way through a path of paint cans, unfinished projects and Christmas decorations sticking out of garbage bags lining the stairs.  The basement is low.  I can’t stand erect except between the beams.  We go through the laundry area which is as cluttered as the stairs.  In a small room beyond it is the sling. I see a table top which is clear enough for me to set my bag and leave my clothes.  Standing up from taking my boots off, I nearly knock myself out on a low heating duct.
    He jumps in the sling.  Oblivious.
    I strip and quickly get the boots back on after I see the sawdust (and who knows what else) covered floor.  I take my speculum and the eggheaded dildo to a low table by the sling.  I kneel carefully and lean in to eat his ass.  It looks tempting and tastes better.  At last.  I will myself to get over the drive, the address mix up and the look of this space and have some good sex.
    But my dick rebels; he is still pissed as fuck.  So I eat the guy’s hole and grease up my hands.  I do some fingering and lateral stretching to see how much he can take.  I get only as far as two fingers from each hand.
    “Could you stop that?  I won’t be able to take your hand.”
    “I thought you said…”
    “I love the pervy people on that site,” he continues, not listening to me.
    He goes back to humming something off key and doing poppers.
    My dick is getting there.  I stand up, careful to stand between the beams.  But I collide with a mirror that hangs awkwardly from the sling frame.  I grunt and slip my dick into him.
    “You are big.  Damn.”
    The phone buzzes. He reaches for it.  “He’s here.  Just so you know, he can be kind of odd…”
    A tall Black man, half our age, tromps down the stairs and finds us.  He grunts at the host and looks me up and down with distaste.  He does not undress—but unzips and sticks his soft cock in the host’s mouth.  I continue to fuck.
    “Suck my dick right.”
    The host tries harder.
    “This isn’t working.  I want you on the bed.”  The Black man leads the way upstairs—and on up to the second story.  The new parts of the house are just as cluttered…and the bedroom is actually dirty with food drying on plates, glasses half full, and beer bottles around the room.  Laundry is on the floor everywhere.  The other top lays down on the unmade bed.  Out host gets on all fours to suck him and let me have his ass.
    I fuck.  The host finally gets some response from the flaccid penis in his mouth.  I offer the ass to the top—too soon I realize—he’s not particularly hard.  He gets huffy and storms out.
    The host grabs his phone.  “Jim is due any minute.  Let’s go back downstairs.”
    And we sit in the cluttered living room for him. 
    A good looking white guy, rather Italianate, maybe forty, arrives.  He knows the host and is ready to fuck.  He likes the look of me.  He strips down as we troop back to the sling in the basement.  I eat ass as the new guy strips.  Once he is naked, he sticks his cock in the host’s mouth.  I stand up.  I avoid the mirror and the beams and narrowly miss hitting my head on this shorter sling frame.
    I fuck.  The other top loves watching me.  “I wish I’d known you were so big, I would have cleaned out myself.” 
    I smile and offer the host’s ass to him.
    He comes around and fucks him with his tiny cock.  (Sorry, there is no other word for it.)  And he cums.  Almost instantly.
    “Fuck in my cum.”
    I have had enough.  I slide into the wet hole, pump three times and fake an orgasm.  It sounds real—even to my practiced ears.
    I am dressed—and out the door—without hitting my head on anything else.
     
    The detailing of this fiasco is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Sex Amid the Clutter (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 14, 2021
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    Grand Rapids—October, 2021
    I wanted something different.  Had Palm Springs spoiled me?  As I was thinking where I could go for something new, preferably without an overnight stay, I got an email from the bathhouse in Grand Rapids.  They were having another all gender gathering at the club.  With visions of a different type of three-way or some Trans sex, off I went on a Saturday night... 
     
    There is no parking anywhere near the bathhouse.  I finally find something several blocks away and walk in.  I sign the consent forms and am given one of the few lockers they have left.  I change to my jock and boots.  The crowd is mostly men, with a large dollop of the rest of the LGBTQ alphabet.  There are strippers performing of all persuasions.  I go upstairs to see if anyone is playing and find that so far, it is the gay men who are actually having sex.
    I sit and pull out my cock and do a ‘watch some porn’ warm up.  For tonight, in other areas, there is some bi and straight porn.  Up here, it is still gay.  And bare.  And hot.  A number of men mill past me—all clutching the towels around their waists tightly.
    One man pauses, admires my dick and asks to suck it.   I let him—and have to stop him for I am afraid he will draw blood with his constant nicking of my cock head with his teeth.
    A second man is just as bad.
    Honestly, five men in a row in all gave me horrible head.  And then it changes…
    A young Latino arrives.  He asks to suck me.  I let him and am pleasantly surprised.  No, I’m astounded.  He has one of those mouths you dream about.  Everything is right.  The pressure, the tongue action, the level of wetness and how he cradles my balls as he sucks me.
    “Lick my balls too,” I groan.
    He happily does so.  I lie back and close my eyes.  I don’t even stroke myself as he licks my balls sack.  Soon enough his mouth is back enveloping my entire shaft.  He goes to the base effortlessly.  Again and again. 
    When I open my eyes, on a distant couch, I see a young Black man fucking a woman bent over it.  He then shares her with others—as two men take turns eating her out and sucking the young man’s dick.  The woman is turned so she can see me getting head. 
    Men move around us and cut off my view.  They either want a turn on my dick or want my sucker’s mouth.  The Latino is very intent on me.  I urge him to suck another guy.  He does so—showing off for me.  I slip off the chair seat.  The Latino moves up on it, kneeling, to get a better angle of the new cock in his mouth.  His rounded ass, with a delicious looking hairy crack, is right in front of me.  I lean in and begin licking it.
    The groan from him is ecstatic.  It’s all the encouragement I need to drill into him with my tongue.  The Latino is now going from cock to proffered cock.  I lick and poke and spit into his hole.  He grinds his ass back on my tongue, groaning around whatever cock is in his mouth.  I re-double my efforts on his butt.
    Finally he moves to stand up.  I do, too.  He turns and kisses me.  He pulls me down and whispers in my ear that he wishes I could fuck him, but he is not prepared.  I sigh, but thank him for telling me.  He goes to his knees and sucks me to the root again.  He stops, reluctantly, when he realizes that he won’t get me off…
    *
    I watch some of the strippers. 
    People leave and more arrive.
    I watch some hetro couples fuck for an audience in a room reserved just for them.
    Soon enough, I go back up the stairs.  I hear that women are in the glory hole area, but my eye is on a cute otter heading towards the sling.  I follow.  He has a top with him—a friend or boyfriend.  When the Otter sees my cock, he is on his knees and getting me back to full hardness.  The other top ignores the wave of my hand for him to join us. 
    The Otter pulls off my dick.  “Fuck me?”
    “Please.” 
    I help him into the sling.  He is surprised and then please that I rim his tight hairy ass.  My rimming makes the other top stroke faster.  I spit one last time in his ass and stand up.  My cock slaps the pouch of the Otter’s jock.
    “Jeez, that’s big…” says his friend or boyfriend.
    Remembering the consent form of the night, I look in the Otter’s eyes.  “You want this raw cock in your ass?”
    “Fuck, yes!” he groans.  “Breed me if you want...”
    My cock starts pushing into him.  He groans again, hits his poppers—and my cock is swallowed whole by his tight ass.  I pause and then begin my usual long, slow in and out.  The Otter’s eyes roll back in his heads.  The Top steps closer.  His cock is a hot seven + inches and pre-cumming.  I reach down, and my index finger mops up a bead of it.  He watches me as I taste it.
    I fuck harder.  The Otter is moaning loud enough for other men to come see the fuck.  I pull out and taste his hole again.  Well, fuck me if he doesn’t already have a load deep in there that I have pulled out.  I clean up his ass and plough back into him. 
    I fuck him hard.
    It looks like the other Top is close.  I gesture for him to take a turn.  This time he nods.  I pull out and the Top pushes in.  I kneel next to him. 
    “You like that?” the Top asks.  “Watching me fuck?”
    “Fuck, yeah,” I tell him.  “Just let me clean your cock when you pull out.”
    The Top chuckles softy and fucks the Otter harder.  Just as I am sure he is about to cum, he pulls out and sticks his wet cock in my mouth.  “Clean me, fucker.”  I do.  I get all of the previous load sticking to his cock and as much of his precum as I can.  I am suddenly ready to breed.
    I stand up.  He instantly gives way—knowing just what is happening.  I push between the now puffy lips of the Otter’s ass. 
    “He’s gonna load you,” the Top tells him.  And to me:  “Give it to him.”
    The Otter’s hole is so silky.  I can’t hang on.  I growl out my orgasm as I spew my load deep into him.  I stop pumping and grab the chains as the Otter expertly squeezes my cock. 
    I finally pull out.  “Churn my load,” I tell the Top.  But he’s already doing it.  I watch him froth my cum in the Otter’s semen drenched hole…
     
    The original post (and comments) is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Otter at the All Gender Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  December 11, 2021
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    The Reverse Felch

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—October, 2021
    As I didn’t get off (nor did I expect to) with my fisting of the Ginger Bear I went to the closest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon.  It was a small group of men hanging around…but very playful…
     
    I can feel the sexual tension in the air the moment I enter the gay cinema.  There are five men in the room.  I have obviously interrupted a blow job.  A 40-something white guy with a shaved head, sits along the back wall and makes no move to cover his saliva covered cock.  A man is standing with his back to me who was likely servicing the guy.  I can’t sit in either of my two regular seats.  The one against the right wall has a man in it, who is kneading his cock mound.  Another man sits next to him.  The third stands by the door, looking like he wants to unzip.
    I move to the left wall and sit down.  It’s an outside wall, but warm enough today on this bright October day.  The guy who was likely sucking is adjusting his package.  He doesn’t go back to sucking the guy—he comes down to me as I take my dick out.  And I realize why—it’s Braydon.  He’s the bearded cub who threw the motel party where the cops were called.  He’s also been to the old house to take on three of us and we’ve met here, occasionally.  He has cropped his hair very short.  The beard is also much more shaped and trimmed.
    “Let me suck it.”
    I spread my legs.
    The guy kneading his mound opens his fly.  The man next to him eventually reaches over and strokes the hardening dick.  Braydon has gotten me dripping in short order.  The man he was sucking earlier starts beating his cock—knowing just what I am feeling.  I nod to him and gesture for him to come and join us.  He gets up, his hand never leaving his stubby, fat cock.
    “I want to see you suck him,” I hiss to Braydon.  He bobs up and over to the man who is now standing at my side.  Braydon sucks him.  Stubby Cock grabs his head and face fucks him.  Then he pulls Braydon off him and pushes him back down to my cock.  He prods his thick cock against my lips.  I open and take him to the root.  He does not face fuck me, but just as suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and kneels.  Braydon goes to my balls to allow Stubby Cock access to suck my prick.  He does, with gusto—if not much skill.  This must excite Stubby.  In moments he stands up and gestures for Braydon to take his load.  But Braydon is busy.  I give him a mouth to shoot in.  He gasps out his orgasm.  I love watching his body shiver as he unloads.
    Braydon comes up for air.  “Fuck me.”  He pulls a chair away from the wall, pulls his jeans down and leans against the back of it.  I don’t bother to tell him my mouth is full of jizz.  I go to my knees from my chair and stick my cum covered tongue up his hole.  I begin to reverse felch the guy’s semen up into Braydon.  He can feel it and groans, even asking me if that’s what I am doing.  I make some sort of affirmative sound and poke more cum up his ass.
    When my mouth is empty and Braydon is feeling well lubed, I stand up and add my cock.  I glide in, with a hole coated in cum.  He’s a great fuck anyway, but this makes him feel spectacular.
    “I knew you wouldn’t want me to waste his load,” I grunt out as my hips slam into him.
    “So…Hot…” he pants.  “Use my ass.”
    The guy to our side giving the hand job is now sucking the cock he was jerking.  I encourage the guy by the door to give Braydon his cock.  He shakes his head.
    I pause the fucking and go to my knees.  I have churned so much of the load out of his hole.  It is hanging there on the hair of Braydon’s ass crack.  I mop it up with my tongue and push it back inside.  I can’t help but swallow some of it.
    I fuck him again.
    The guy by the door sprays his load on the floor.  The guy getting blown convulses in his sucker’s mouth.  They all leave.
    I slow on Braydon’s ass.  Neither of us wants me to be done yet.
    We go off to look for others—he to the arcade and I check the straight side.
    There is nothing of interest.
    I go back and stroke to the gay film. 
    Braydon comes back.  He has found no one either. 
    “You want my load?”
    “Are you serious?”  He bends over, dropping his pants again.  “Breed me.”
    I eat his hole a bit.  Cum is working out of him.  I swallow some.  And also spit a dollop of used seed on my dick.  I stand up and sink into him again.
    I love showing off—but being alone with him is nice in an entirely different way. 
    I do a very slow fuck. 
    I can’t help but build the rhythm quickly.  He is super slick. I think about the cum in him, where it came from, what I did with it…and I explode.  I replace the first load with a fresh, bigger one…
     
    The original, with comments from readers, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Reverse Felch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 7, 2021
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    Almost a Double

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    North of Home—October, 2021
    A few days later I drove up to see the Ginger Bear.  My fingers were itching…
     
    He has moved his sling to the basement.  The heater is on this time and I am still warm enough after stripping down to my jock.  I get the boots back on quickly as the floor is still cold.  He has hopped in the sling and his fingers are already busy with his nipples.  I kneel and spit on his hole.  My two index fingers slide in.  I do a mini lateral stretch and then stand up and slip my hard dick into him.
    The Ginger Bear groans—and twists his nipples.  Hard.  I give him a nice friendly fuck.  He groans again—so I speed up my thrusts.  The basement is filled with the sound of my hips slapping onto wet, meaty buttocks. 
    I grab my speculum.  I slide it into place and do a steady crank open.  One finger of my left hand plays with his prostate the entire time as I crank it open with my right.  Now two fingers go into him.  I have cranked it wide enough for my cock to fit through the stainless steel wings.  I play with his soft red insides for a moment…stroking and lubing them up.  I stand up and slide my cock between the no longer cold metal.  I fuck him deliberately with slow, even strokes.
    I pull out and crank it shut.  I slip on the black plastic ass grommet over my erection.  My cock head pokes through the other end of the toy, giving me a huge girth.  It takes just a moment to squeeze it all into his stretched hole.  I enjoy fucking with it in place.  The Ginger Bear loves it—it must feel like he is getting the stretch of a double fuck.
    It’s time for the hands.  I lube up both with J-Lube.  Fingers first.  Eight of them.  A real lateral stretch now.  And again.  My left hand disappears and his asslips clamp down on my wrist.  I hold a moment.  I pull it out with a slight twist.  The right takes its place, disappears and I can feel the snap of his ass shutting down on my wrist.
    Now it is all about the back and forth.  Slow.  Measured.  One.  The other.  And back again. 
    The Ginger Bear is gasping and talking in some sort of language of his own creation.
    I stop the alternating hands and let my left crawl up into him.  The moves are so tiny—but his reaction is huge—as I move deeper into him than I have ever gone.  When I look down a good inch of my forearm is inside him.
    He has another shuddering moment.  A deep internal orgasm.  Bigger than all those that have come before.
    I pause.  And slowly work my way out.
    I grease up again.  I start with alternating hands.  But soon I leave the left in place and start working the right in alongside it.  I make it as far as the knuckles. 
    Both hands go back to the slow in and out.
    I double up again.  This time I can add the right past the knuckles.
    More gentle stretching.  The Ginger Bear certainly loves the stretch from both of my hands.  He tells me to try again.  The left goes in.  The right hand joins it, past the knuckles and the palm.  Just the heel of my left is exposed.  It almost disappears.  But not quite.  We are so close to a full double fist inside him.
    I pull out slowly…
    And we are done.  His hole has had enough.
    We go upstairs to wash up and eat the meal simmering on the stove…
     
    A short piece that originally had an addendum about my second covid shot:  From My Side of the Sling: Almost a Double (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  December 4, 2021
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    Those Blue Balls Unload

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—October, 2021
    After leaving one bookstore blue balled on Friday afternoon, I went to my usual haunt on Saturday night.  I got there a little later than usual—just after 9:30pm…
     
    There are all the usual suspects in the straight theatre.  Doing nothing.  I go next door.  A blow job is in progress.  A big beefy white guy is getting head from a Latin guy (who swears he’s straight, but is always begging for my cock up his ass.)  Neither man is bothered in the least that I walk in on them.  The beefy guy waves me over before I can sit down.  “Get your cock out,” he tells me.
    I unbutton.  His thick hand grasps my dick, bringing it to full hardness.  I tell him not to squeeze so tightly as he begins moving his paw up and down my shaft.
    “Try his mouth.”
    The Latin guy has blown me before.  He knee walks over to my cock.  The moment he begins to suck me, his free hand goes down the back of his sweat pants to finger his hole.  I have sworn off fucking the Latino.  He either can’t, or won’t, clean out.  But I enjoy his mouth—certainly more than the Beefy Guy’s hand.
    There is a hot moment as Beefy Guy steps closer—forcing his slightly above average cock into the Latin’s mouth.  I love that our cock heads are now bumping together as they are licked, smearing our pre-cum on each other. 
    The Latino moves to sucking one and then the other.  He takes Beefy Guy to the root.  He manages three quarters of my cock.  Back and forth.  Back and…
    The door opens.  A man I recognize as a frequent patron comes in.  He’s likely my age and paleness.  His cock is always hard.  He walks in and joins the two of us feeding the Latino.  He is hard and dripping as his cock springs free.  We let him have the guy’s mouth.  He instantly grabs the Latino’s ears, holding him in place, as he face fucks him. 
    “I’m gonna fuck you,” he announces.  His voice is quiet, but determined.  The Latino is on his feet instantly, pushing his sweatpants down to his ankles.  He grabs the back of a chair and pushes his ass out.  The new guy spits on his cock and pushes into him.
    “Fuck him,” whispers Beefy Guy.  Then he turns to me.  “You going to fuck him?”
    I shake my head.
    “Then fuck me.”
    The man pulls another chair away from the wall.  He unbuckles and his jeans are pushed to his knees.  It’s a hot, thick ass—with lots of hair.  I go to my knees and rim him until he is begging for my dick.  I stand up.  “You want this raw cock?” 
    “Oh, yeah…”
    I slide into him.  He’s a little tight, but he opens fast.  The other top is railing into the Latino.  I quickly match his speed.  This is just what I need.
    The other top senses it first.  He pulls out and his cock is a mess.  He swears and tries to find tissues in his pants.  I slow down…and the hole I’m fucking is just as bad.  Bad enough I can’t power through it.  I grab the napkins in my pocket, wrap my cock and beat the other top to the restroom…
    *
    When I finally feel clean again, I let the other guy into the restroom.  On my way back to the theatres, I walk by the attendant.  “Thirty minutes to closing,” he announces.  I must look at him incredulously.  The store closes at 2am.  “Covid rules,” he smirks, “We are closing at eleven.”  He goes off to the soda machine.  I hear the other top come out of the bathroom.  He goes right for his car.  I go back into gay theatre.  Empty.  The straight theatre has two men in it.  One man, a little older than me, is jerking.  He covers himself as I walk in.
    I go back next door.  I sit and stroke to the gay porn.   I will get off tonight, one way or another.
    Time passes. 
    The door opens.  It is the stroking guy from next door.  He leans against the wall across from me and unzips.  Not so shy now.  He has an average cock, but with what looks like a long foreskin.
    We stroke in silence.
    “May I suck you?”  he finally whispers.
    “Sure.”
    He gets to his knees.  His skill level is only average—but still what I need right now.
    There is a knock on the door.  “Ten minutes,” the clerk squalls, not coming in.
    “Lick my balls,” I hiss.  He does, as I jerk.  I am so damn close.  I can hear him beating his own cock as his tongue leaves my hairy sack wet. 
    “Five minutes!”
    I groan.  And beat harder.
    My licker is suddenly up on his feet.  “Take me…” he pleads.  I lean forward and his cock erupts in my mouth.  This sets me off, too.  And I shoot—finally!  But all over his work pants that are bunched around his ankles….
     
    The original, and some choice comments, are here:  From My Side of the Sling: Those Blue Balls Unload (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  December 2, 2021
  11. FelchingPisser

    So Close...

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—October, 2021
    The ass of the guy in the Tiger’s jersey kept me satisfied for almost a week.  On Friday, I went to the sprawling bookstore with different areas for different genres of porn.  I arrived around noon…
     
    There are men sprinkled throughout the various viewing areas.  Perhaps half a dozen.  Some are stroking.  Some are groping themselves.  One is asleep.  I go through the larger gay area and settle into the smaller alcove there with its own large screen television.  You would think maybe this room might have some sort of gay fetish porn showing, but no.  It is the same feed as the larger room.  But it’s warmer.  And today the whole building is cool.
    I stroke.  Alone.  No one is in either gay area.
    But almost instantly, two guys come in.  They are both white, early 30’s and dressed in ripped jeans and flannel shirts with the sleeves ripped off.  John Deere hats cover longish hair.  One is thin—the other much more cubby.  Cubby sits in the only other chair in this alcove.  The tall guy stands by him, then walks over to me.  “May I suck you, sir?”  He has a slight Southern drawl—and the ‘sir’ comes from there and not the leather community.
    “Sure.”
    He kneels, unzips himself and gets to work on me.  Cubby stands up and strips out of his jeans.  He sits, half naked and strokes a tiny little cock as he watches his friend or boyfriend suck me.  The guy on my dick is good.  Not terrific, but fairly skilled.  He turns his body slightly to give his friend a better view.  Cubby can’t sit still.  He grinds into the chair as he strokes—his bent legs opening wide.  Invitingly. 
    Now this is getting interesting.  The very thought that the skinny one is prepping me to fuck his friend is making the pre-cum spew out of my cock.  The kid on my dick grunts appreciatively as his tongue swirls it away. 
    I ask him to do my balls as I stroke a little.  He does.  Cubby loves this even more as he can now really see my dick.  Soon enough the entire shaft is engulfed again by the Skinny Guy’s mouth.  I let him suck for a few more moments.  I want to get to part two with the squirming Cubby.  I tap Skinny Guy on the shoulder and stand up—showing off my angry looking erection to both of them.  I turn to Cubby…
    He grabs his pants and all but runs out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.  Skinny Guy goes after him.  I sigh, thinking ‘Just a voyeur…’ and go back to stroking my wet cock.
    *
    I find them again when I venture a walk around to see who else is here.  They are doing the same thing with a large older man—Skinny Guy sucking and Cubby Guy squirming and stroking.  I nod at them and go back to the gay area.
    *
    I eat my lunch out in my car.
    When I come back in there is a new man in the main gay area.  He is stroking a large seven incher to the porn as he sits on the couch.  I sit in the chair next to him and do the same.  We glance at each other often.  He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.
    Eventually I make the first move.  I sink to my knees and take his mocha colored dick into my mouth.  He sighs and calls me by name.  Fuck!  I continue sucking him and giving his slightly darker balls a good tongue bath.  My tongue trails up the shaft and licks up his pre-cum.
    And the light bulb goes off.  It’s the guy from my regular bookstore who I have made out with twice.  (Hot, But Sweet and A Bookstore Rematch)  Here he is in new territory and confusing me…
    I stand up.  He sucks me down with great pleasure.   He is far better than the first and only mouth on me today.  We pause and he removes his trousers for better access.  I bunch mine up on my boot tops.  I know just what he’s going to do.  And he does it—he kneels on the seat of the couch with his arms on the back—presenting me with his full, round ass.  “Rim me—please…”
    I kneel again and bury my face in his butt.  He spreads his cheeks apart—helping me violate his tight pucker with my tongue.  I have no idea how long I eat him out, spitting, tongue drilling him and using the beard on my chin to stimulate his hole.  I do know that at least three scenes go by on the porn that is playing.
    I am once again licking his butt and stroking his cock.  The way he is moaning seems to confirm that he is close.  His cock is swelling.
    And he stops me.  He has to go back to work.  He gets dressed hurriedly and takes off, promising he will text me.
    No one else is around…or at least wanting to play.  I leave, after tucking my blue balls carefully into my jock.
     
    The original, with lots of comments, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: So Close... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 29.2021
  12. FelchingPisser

    "Make Me a Fuckin' Whore..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Lansing—October, 2021
    I didn’t get off when I put Cute Boy through his paces on that Friday night.  (See the last post.)  On Sunday afternoon, I decided to go to the store that is combo of bookstore and bathhouse.  It was just what I needed…
     
    We make eye contact before I can even sit down to watch some porn.  He is white, likely in his mid-40’s.  He’s tall, with a thin and toned physique.  He is wearing a ball cap of one of the state universities.  He can’t take his eyes off my crotch.  He leads me out of the main gay porn area into a small room that used to have glory holes.  Not there is just a large rolling office chair.  Without a word the guy pushes his biking shorts to his ankles and bends over, pointing a moderately hairy ass to me.  No oral.  No words.  I pull his cheeks apart.  His hole is slightly gaped—others have been here.  I harden up.
     I don’t rim him, I just spit on his hole.  I pull my cock out on my jock and fuck him.  Slowly, but building to fucking him so hard he nearly loses his balance.  His hole feels great.  He is the one to stop me—with just a raising of his hand.  I somehow get my cock back into my pants and go off to piss.
    I walk around.  The place is not packed—but very busy.  I end up in my favorite chair to watch some bi-sexual porn.  Biker Shorts comes in.  He nods at me and goes through the door to where we’ve just fucked.  My cock spews a drop of pre-cum.  I follow, not bothering to put my cock away.  There he is, bent over and waiting.  Once again I spread his cheeks and spit on his hole.  It makes him shiver.  I slide in.  He gasps.  I fuck him hard—and make him cum all over the floor.
    I go back to my chair. I stroke.  A daddy who is my age and race sits on a padded table next to me.  Soon I am sucking his short, thick cock.  He jerks me.  But not well.  Hard and tight.  The blowjob to the side of us is more interesting.  A mousy white guy is on his knees giving a handsome, Black college kid oral service.  I disengage myself and stand next to the kid.   He has his sweatpants down around his knees.  He reaches out and strokes my dick—lovingly and smoothly—nothing like the death grip of the guy on the padded table.  I kneel.  The ass on this kid is a perfect bubble butt.  I kiss each hairless cheek, pull them slightly apart and let my tongue tickle his tight pucker.
    The effect is electric.  He sighs loudly and reaches back to spread his cheeks wider.  I go deeper.  He bends over, clutching the end of the padded table and likely pissing off the cocksucker, who can no longer get at his dick.  I eat his hole to the sound of his moans and gasps.
    He finally turns around and sucks my cock.  I ask if he likes to get fucked.  He nods, but tells me he didn’t plan for it.  I push his handsome face back onto my dick.
    A new white man sits in the chair I’ve vacated.  He is around my age, though quite a bit heavier.  He hauls out an impressive dick.  The college kid sees it, too.  I look at him and nod.  We both kneel by the new guy.  The college kid takes his dick—I lick the guy’s balls.  We are in tune with our oral service—we switch seamlessly so I can suck and he can lick…and then back again.  The guy we are doing pulls the College Kid to his feet.  He leans in and sucks the kid’s cock.  I leave the guy’s dick and go back to sticking my tongue in College Kid’s ass.  I can’t get in as deep—but it’s enough.  With a mouth on either side of him, College Kid yelps and starts to unload.  He suddenly pulls out of the guy’s mouth and shoots the last two spurts onto the guy’s nose and beard…
    *
    I wander.  I get a load off a hot Latin guy by the sling.  It takes him maybe 90 seconds before he lets loose.
    I watch some porn.
    I get some head.
    *
    I am back in the smallest of the rooms.  Two men are sharing my cock.  They are both around my age.  They may be partners—they certainly are adept at passing my swollen meat back and forth.  A college kid comes in—white, cute, short and wearing a Tiger jersey that hangs down over his shorts.  He sits on the chair which is to the side of me.  One of the guys on the floor turns my hips so my cock is available for Tiger to do.  And he goes for it with gusto.  He is really good.  The other guys are aroused by watching me get head from this kid.  They stand up and the three of us half ring the chair.  Tiger simply swivels the chair as he goes from dick to dick.  The men not being sucked have hands all over other men’s shafts and balls until the mouth comes back.
    A fourth man joins the circle.  He is older than any of us and has his cock out, but it is not hard.  The kid won’t touch him.  He goes back and forth between the three of us until he suddenly stands up, looks straight at me and says “Fuck my ass.”
    I turn the chair so the back is towards us—and then bend the kid so he can hold on to it.  I kneel and look at the ass I’m about to plunder.  It is much flatter than the Black kid’s—but certainly muscled.  I spread his cheeks and dive in.  Tiger hits his poppers and begins muttering every sexual swear word he can think of…  “Eat my shit hole…make me a fuckin’ whore…lick my mancunt….”  On and on.  I stand up.  I have over lubed my cock—for I think he is going to be very tight.
    I push the head in.  He clamps.  He does another hit and his ass opens.  He babbles obscenities.  The couple watch as my cock sinks into him—but then they leave.  The older guy stares at us—and hardens up.  I fuck slowly and deliberately.  Tiger is groaning now and is stroking his baby dick.  He loses his grip on the back of the chair.  It spins.  I hold Tiger by the hips and keep fucking.
    The older guy sits and turns, bringing his erection to Tiger.  It brushes Tiger’s lips, but he won’t open his mouth.  I can clearly see Tiger’s face slowly give in to lust.  He takes the proffered cock deep into his throat.  “Good boy,” I grate out.  I fuck him harder for his reward. 
    He gets a second reward— the old man’s load.  Willingly now.  And with much vocal fireworks from both of them:  grunts of bliss from the older man, “Fuckin’ use me,” from Tiger once the man is done shooting.
    I step up my pace.  I am going to blow my load.  I know it.
    “You want my cum in your ass?”
    “Yeah…breed me…make me shoot,” he huffs out, jerking himself furiously.
    I plow him three or four more times.  I grab his hips—not that he’s going anywhere.  He feels me erupt and his own load blasts out across the floor…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Make Me a Fuckin' Whore..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 27, 2021
  13. FelchingPisser

    A House Full of Horny Men

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Chicago—August, 2021
    Sometime in July, I received a text from my fuck buddy Zane to make sure I reserved a specific Saturday in the middle of August.  The young scent pig and his two roommates were throwing another house party—the first since lockdown.  I had loved the one I had attended in the past (related here) and promised to be there, once again offering my fuck bench and rimseat for use.
    On the day, I got to Chicago in good time.  We set up the bench in the basement where there were two slings, a huge bed in the middle of the room and a couch for play.  The main floor was food and drink—though the couches there, I remembered, were often pressed into service.  There were two bedrooms on the next floor.  I put the rimseat in the master bedroom and my overnight bag in the smaller bedroom where I would stay the night after the men were done having sex on the bed.  There was also a third floor with a bed, a chair and one more sling.
    I helped with the ice and covering the furniture with drop cloths and the bed with older sheets.  Eventually I went to nap while the three hosts continued to putter about and took turns cleaning themselves up.  Zane found me in my leather mask on and ear plugs in place.  He woke me by licking my pits…and kissing me.  He couldn’t stop to play—but went down to greet the guests as I stripped down to my jock and put my boots back on…
     
    I go downstairs.  Men, in the entryway are stripping to underwear or jocks—and a few are going full naked with just socks.  In the kitchen area, men in fetish gear or the latest assless underwear are pouring drinks and catching up with each other.  The age range is vast—28 to 72 I’m later told.  And everyone is mingling, feeling each other up and laughing.  I find Zane setting out food.  He pauses and goes to the floor to suck my dick.  He loves that all the men in the dining area are watching us, even as they keep up the chit-chat.  He does nothing more than get me fully hard.
    “There,” he says, standing up and whispering in my ear.  “That should show them what you got.”
    I kiss him, take a bottle of water and head upstairs.  There are three people on the bed where I napped.  A skinny, young white man is being fucked by an equally young Black man.  The white kid’s face is under the ball sack of a middle aged white guy who is holding the kid’s legs in the air.  I watch and stroke.  The Black guy rolls the skinny guy over so he is on all fours—and the bottom can suck the older man.  The older guy reaches over and strokes my cock for me.  The top is delivering a hard fuck.
    The bottom eventually taps out and heads for the door, followed by the older guy.  The Black kid goes to his knees and begins sucking my cock.  “Fuck,” he says, under his breath.  He pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?” 
    I nod.  He gets on all fours—right where the other guy had been.  I go to my knees and push my face into his round ass.  He groans as I lube up his hole.  Even my tongue can tell this guy is tight.  I try to leave extra spit in his pucker as I squirt extra lube on my cock.  I stand.  I start to push in.  I’m not going anywhere.  Again.  My big helmet head pops in.  The guy groans into the mattress.  I inch forward.  He moans again.  I press into him, maybe another inch. 
    His head snaps up as he arches his back.  “Fuck it!”  And he impales himself to the base of my dick.  He howls—but in pure pleasure.
    All bets are off.  I fuck him just as hard as I saw him plow the skinny guy.  After five minutes or so he flattens to the mattress, pulling off of me.  He spins around and cleans my dick before he says:  “I’d love more—but you’d make me cum.”
    I agree—it’s the first few moments of a very long night, after all…
    *
    I find Zane in the basement, sucking a beer can thick cock on a hot daddy.  He waves me over—and begins to suck both of us together—just about getting the two big heads in his mouth.  Then he’s up on the fuck bench.  Beer Can is in his mouth—I am eating his ass.  He’s had someone there—I can tell.  I lick and spit.  Then stand and fuck—driving him slightly forward—and making him take more of Beer Can’s dick into his mouth.
    The daddies switch.  Zane loves the taste of his ass on my cock.  Beer Can loves that I have opened his hole for him—and says so.  He fucks into the significantly younger man harder and harder.  He suddenly howls out a surprise orgasm.  He marinates for a second in Zane, then lets Zane clean his dick as I felch his load.  And fuck in it.
    *
    Keshawn, my bud from Indy arrives—he of the huge cock and fuckable ass.  We share a number of men in the Master bedroom.  Sometimes we take turns on them.  Other times, I fuck him as he is inside whoever takes his fancy.
    A lithe man I know from the fisting club in Chicago wanders in.  He climbs on the bed and gets on all fours next to us—just as I am pulling out of Keshawn.  I go right up him.  Keshawn scrambles up to his head and feeds the guy his ass flavored dick.  My bud slurps loudly on it, telling the room how good it tastes. 
    Keshawn and I spend a very long time rotating on this guy.  We take turns on him doggy.  We flip him on his back.  He rides Keshawn as I stand on the mattress and feed him my dick.  We both love his control—how he can squeeze his ass down on our dicks at any given moment. 
    And just as fast, other men have arrived and our dicks are being used by others….
    *
    A young man, less than 30 and rather bookish looking, is standing to the side of the dog pile of bodies on the Master bed.  He sees my yellow jock as I get up and tells me Zane has sent him to find me.  He tells me sheepishly he has a load in his ass—and he wants to share it.
    I take him to the rimseat.  He hesitates—but the moment he sits and feels my tongue start rooting around his puffy asslips, he is in heaven.  I am rewarded with the steady drip of some unknown man’s cum into my mouth…
    *
    Much later.
    I am on the third floor and sitting in the chair so I can watch the action on the bed to one side and the fucking in the sling on the other.  A Latino comes up the stairs.  At first I think he’s quite young…but decide later that he is just well preserved.  He acts as though we are the only two people in the room.  He starts way down my legs and licks his way up to my cock that is resting in the jock pouch.  But not for long.  He gets the pouch wet—sucking all the precum and other men’s ass juices out of it.  He gives my cock an exquisite tongue bath.  And my balls.  Each.  Separately.  And then to my favorite spot—between my balls and my cock ring.
    He only stops when he realizes he won’t get me to cum.
    Zane arrives.  The sling is now empty.  He has some loads for me to felch and play in.  I eat and fuck in his cummy goodness.
    “I want to eat your ass,” he tells me.  “Let me?”
    We change places in the sling.  He is all over me.  Licking my armpits and then to my mouth. Nipples.  Fingertips.   All feel his tongue.  Then he zeros in on my tight hole.  He grunts and slobbers.  He comes to kiss me a couple of times, knowing I like the taste of my ass. 
    One guy, seeing me in the sling, lubes up to fuck me.  Instead of saying no, Zane simply slides his own butt down on the guy.  This so surprises the man—he fucks a load into Zane’s hairy ass.
    It is that time—guys are dropping loads and leaving. 
    I get Zane back into the sling and start working him over.  Every time a man comes up the stairs, I make room for him.  Sometimes it’s just a fuck of Zane.  But more often than not, the guy thanks one of his hosts by giving him a load he’s been saving all evening.
    After four or five of these, my cock is just awash in the mixed cum. 
    I felch. 
    I snow ball.
    Another guy unloads in him as we kiss.  He leaves—and the room is finally empty.  I go back and clean up his hole—pushing stray strands of cum into him. 
    I stand up.
    I fuck.  His hole is a mass of jizz.  It makes a delicious squishing sound with each thrust of my rampant cock.
    This is it.  I can’t hold back.  And I don’t want to.  I grab the top cross pieces of the sling frame and hang on.  I fire off the load I have been working on for four hours.  I keep fucking to mix my load with the others. 
    I marinate for a long time in the fucked out hole.  Then slowly bring my frothy white cock to his open mouth…
     
    The original is here, with a 1000+ other entries:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-house-full-of-horny-men.html
  14. FelchingPisser

    Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Palm Springs
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
    Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week.  I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool.  I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce.  Jayce had been to the Saturday night party.  He had taken my dick in one of the slings.  He was in whore mode that night, just like me.  I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass.  I slipped in after them.  Jayce was good.  I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder.  As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him.  He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. 
    Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set.  I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time…
     
    He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard.  We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool.  There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light.  There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. 
    Jayce is a great looking guy.  He could be anywhere from 40 to 55.  He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men.  He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built.  His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls.  His hair is cut short.  He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over.
    He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him.  He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side.
    “I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” 
    He wants me to squeeze some directly into him.   A tray below the sling catches any overflow.  I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers.  When he nods, I stand up and enter him.  It’s a wonderfully slick hole now.  I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head.  My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness.
    I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube.  It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place.  He sighs.  His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy.  But he takes me.  Easily.   Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…”
    I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again.  I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat.
    Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so.  This makes me fuck him harder.  I pull out the toy and sink into him again.  I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips.
    “You are so good at that.  I love your tongue.”
    This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line.
    I work the fingers of my left into him.  I’m up to all four before I know it.  I add the thumb.  A gentle twist and I am in.
    “What size did you say your hands were?” he pants.
    “Medium.”   I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction.
    “I can usually only take small handed guys.”
    I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him.  I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch.  He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes.
    Soon enough I have my right in him.
    Then I start alternating the hands.  Slowly.  Smoothly.  Methodically.
    I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt.  My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass.  My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger.  Jayce’s eyes open.  He looks up into the mirror.  He groans.  His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock.
    But it is a tight fit.  So I don’t linger.  I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth.  Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily.  Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward.  I find the opening to the second hole.  I slide forward a little more.  His ass is welcoming every move I make. 
    Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror.  After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them.  I work ever slower up into him.  When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him.  That’s halfway to my elbow. 
    Jayce opens his eyes.  His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him.
    “I think…that’s it…” he breathes.
    I slowly slide it out. 
    It’s only been an hour.  Are we really done?
    Jayce must be able to read my face.  “I only mean hand.  You can fuck me as long as you want.” 
    I grin.
    “I want your load,” he finishes.  “Good and deep.”
    I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole.  My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel.  I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep.  I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube.
    Jayson groans.  “You gonna knock me up?”  His hand is all over the pouch of his jock.  “I want your cum, man.” 
    His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze.  Like on every stroke.  It won’t be long now.  I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!”  My voice is loud, filling the night air.  I shudder and give him every drop I have.  I don’t move.  I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load…
     
    The Original:  From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 6, 2021
  15. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—October, 2021
    I finally returned to my usual bookstore for my first play of October.  It was fairly dead. But it still merits an entry for the continued corruption of Cute Boy—getting him to play in public and not locked away from other’s eyes.  (If you need to read the earlier entry, you will find it here.)
     
    The porn in the gay cinema is the hottest I have seen here for quite some time.  It has a slightly harder edge to it—lots of ass to mouth, cum in the ass, cleaning of cock afterwards and even snowballing—not at all like the vanilla, condomed movies that often end up on the big screen television here.  I enjoy the first scene, all alone in the room.
    By the second scene, a couple of men have stopped by—taking a break it would seem from being alone in the maze.  Neither linger.  The third to come into the room is a very large man of around my age, who I recognize from here.  He gives excellent head—and his eyes light up when he sees me.  He sits across from me.  I nod to him.  I let him get settled.  He likes the movie, too.  I can tell by the continual kneading of his crotch.
    I stand up—my hard, slicked up cock swinging.  I take it to his mouth.  He engulfs it.  He gives me the exquisite service I remember.  Instantly, as if a lighted sign had flashed in the lobby that sex was happening, two men come in.  One takes my vacated seat and the other lingers by the door, watching.  I turn slightly so they can both see more.  Neither opens their pants, but their eyes watch us, not the movie.  I now do a little face fucking to change it up.  And the door opens again.
    It is Cute Boy.  He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me, his hand still on the door knob.  The man by the door reaches for Cute Boy’s crotch.  CB pushes him away and goes to sit way down front.  He will have to turn to watch me.  I wait.  He turns—and watches me use the large man’s mouth for my pleasure.
    I finally pull out and thank the guy by squeezing his shoulder.  With my seat taken, I move down to where Cute Boy is sitting.  I stand in front of him.  “Suck my dick.”
    He is totally conflicted again.  Not only is it in front of others, but I am still wet with spit from some man who he likely considers unattractive.  I wait.  All eyes are on us.  The man by the door pulls out his cock to stroke.
    I smack Cute Boy’s immaculately shaved cheek with my wet cock.  He grimaces—and opens his mouth.  He begins to suck—nervously glancing at the others in the room. 
    “Good boy.”  It sounds louder in the hushed room then I mean it to be.  But it makes him really work on my dick.  His hand comes up to jerk me so he can just lick the head.  “No hands,” I tell him firmly.  “Just your mouth.”
    Now the other spectator unzips and begins to stroke.  Even my initial cock sucker undoes his pants and sticks his hand inside.  Cute Boy is working hard, but is only taking perhaps three quarters of my cock down his throat.  I hold the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck.  I give him maybe just half of my dick.  He ovals his cute mouth and takes it.  I go a little deeper.  Maybe two thirds of my shaft now.  Spittle is coming out of the sides of his mouth.  I step up to almost the whole shaft.  He is tearing up, but refuses to give in.  Finally he chokes…and I pull out, ruffling his hair and calling him a “good boy.”
    Cute Boy is now hard.  His jeans are tented.  “Take off your pants.  I want to suck your cock.”  He willingly unzips.  “No, all the way off.”  He pauses.  Then stands up, unbuckles and drops his jeans to his ankles.  He sits on the metal chair.  I kneel and lick the pre-cum off his cock head.  He sighs.
    I take him into my mouth.  I do all the things the big man did to me, now with my tongue.  After a bit I push him back, so he is leaning against the back of the chair.  My finger finds his hole.  This sends something akin to an electrical shock through him.  His hand finds my arm and pushes it away.  I spit on my finger and touch his pucker again.  He looks at all the men watching him about to take my finger up his tight asshole.  He is so conflicted for others to see him do something so intimate.  But my wet finger is giving him too much pleasure.  He relaxes and his ass welcomes me up to the first knuckle.
    “Stroke your cock.”
    I begin to lick his balls and finger fuck his ass.  Every man in the room is stroking, one way or another.  It raises the temperature of the room.  I pull my finger out and spit on it again.  I go deeper.  I find his prostate and stroke.
    “Ohhhh….” He sighs.
    “Cum for me.”
    He concentrates.  He strokes harder.  And faster.  It takes a long time.  My erection actually goes down I am working so hard on him.  He suddenly shudders.  Cute Boy shoots.  Two or three tiny drops…but he looks totally spent.
    The other three men leave, making no move to play.  We clean up—and that is that…
    Except Cute Boy has done a few more things in public that he has never done before…
     
    The original, with the link to an earlier story about this cut young man, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Continued Corruption of Cute Boy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2021
  16. FelchingPisser

    "Daddy, Lick It Up..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—September, 2021
    The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore.  He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it.  So we met soon after.  It was a disaster.  I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest.  We started.  And stopped.  Started.  And stopped.  And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day.
    Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all.  It was the piss boy who lives north of me.  He sent me text just before class that he was super horny.  Could I fill him with piss later tonight?  No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex.  He wouldn’t arrive until very late.  I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill.  I thought long and hard. 
    A new text arrived:  “Please, Daddy!!!?!”
    I said yes.
    In the early evening I got one more text.  “Can I dress slutty?”
    I knew he had a fem side.  I said yes to that, too.
     
    He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst.  He is still lanky and just as tall.  His hair is long.  He is maybe 25.  He strips to a lime green thong.  The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem.  A lacy crop top covers his thin chest.
    The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees.  He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon.  My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly.  “Open wide, Boy.”
    “Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs.  “It’s been so long….”
    And it has been a full year since we met.
    I dig my cock out of the pouch.  It goes in his mouth.  He knows not to close down.  In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water.  He moans deliciously as I empty into him.  He takes every drop.  The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness.  He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base.  “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.”  He takes me to the root before I can respond.
    I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.”
    “Does Daddy want to taste my ass?”
    I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth.  I connect with his hole.  He is tight.  My tongue burrows in.  He sighs and moans in the back of this throat.  I eat his ass for a long time.  I am surprised when I realize I can piss again.  I stand up and flood his crack.  It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can.
    “Daddy, lick it up.  Please….”
    I go to my knees and lick up every drop.  When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack.  I take my dick up to his mouth.  He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head.  I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls.  They are sweaty from the day and the exercise.  Boy starts to clean them.
    “I want to suck them properly…”
    I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs.  This is really nice.  I lie there.  I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me.  Individually—lovingly lapping them.  And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once.  He goes to my perineum, instead.
    “Come sit on my face.”
    The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way.
     “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!”
    I prod open his now wet hole.
    “I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…”
    I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise.  Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him.
    “Let’s do the sling.  I need to piss.”
    I get him situated.  His eyes never leave the mirror above.  My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong.  I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me.  I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole.  I stop before I’m empty.  I lick him clean and do it again…
    *
    It’s late.
    I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. 
    But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home.
    “I want your load in my mouth.”  He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed.  “Give me your cum, Daddy.”
    “Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” 
    I lie on the bed, spread eagled.  He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest.  I stroke.  Lightly, but intently.  Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum.  He sighs over this with a “I want more!”
    I increase my stroke.  I am almost there.  “Get ready,” I bark.  He hovers above my dick.
    “Argh!”
    And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum.  I am really shaking, the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense.  He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again.  I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest.
    “Wait,” I tell him.  “I think I have some piss for your ride home.”  My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got…..
     
    The original:  From My Side of the Sling: "Daddy, Lick It Up..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 19, 2021
  17. FelchingPisser

    Permission to Fuck

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—September, 2021
    I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon.   I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong.  I drove all the way home.
    I self quarantined.  All was fine.  Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time.  I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock.  But as I realized I was fine, that old churning in my balls returned.  I knew I did not want to start up again in my usual bookstore—I just wasn’t ready for ‘all the usual suspects.’  So I went the other direction—to the bookstore with the huge space and semi private areas set up for viewing each different genre of porn…
     
    I am the only man in the place at 11:30am.  So much for the idea of some sort of ‘lunch crowd.’  I stroke half-heartedly to some gay porn on a big screen television.  It keeps flipping to a new scene before the cum shots of the current one.
    I hear footsteps.  Two younger men arrive, likely in their early 30’s.  They are both attractive and of opposite types.  One is tall and gangly with rather long hair.  The other is a cub and fairly short.  A nest of chest hair is showing from the topped of his ripped Tee.  The tall one goggles at my dick—and leaves.  The Cub kneels and asks politely if he can suck me.  I spread my legs farther apart as way of an answer.
    He starts on my balls.  A good sign.  He licks each hairy sack with his thick tongue.  He leaves them very wet before inching his way up my cock.  When he finally reaches my big mushroom head, he moans, ovals his mouth and glides down my entire shaft.  He feels amazing.  With nary a tooth.
    Then he is back to licking every inch of shaft—from every angle he can from where he kneels.  I close my eyes and let him take his pleasure.  He needs no guidance, such as a hand telling him to take me deep. 
    He is back to my balls. 
    Then deep throating me. 
    Now, licking my perineum. 
    I hear a noise and open my eyes.  Someone else is coming in.  It is an older man, shuffling along, barely lifting his feet.  He gropes himself as he watches me be serviced.  But the Cub is not pleased.  He gets up and sits in a chair on the opposite wall in this smallest of rooms.  The old man shuffles away.
    A young, stocky Latino arrives.  He just starts sucking me without asking.  “You’re huge,” he chokes out, looking first at me and then to the Cub.  The Cub, smirks, not at all put out by this interruption.  The Latino is good, but gives up saying his jaw hurts.  The Cub comes back, kneels and gives me more of his expert service.
    When another older man arrives—he stands up, zips up and leaves.
    I wander.
    I find the lanky guy in the Trans video area.  He is stroking a tiny cock.  He beckons me over, with the hand that is not doing the stroking.  “Let me try sucking that…”
    I unbutton and let him have a go.  He’s not bad, but nowhere near as good as the other two cocksuckers of the day.  I finally call a break when food sounds more interesting than sex.  I retire to the cooler in my car and eat…
    *
    When I come back in there are lots more men—and less action.  I find the Cub at the bigger screen of gay movies.  He is on the couch and stroking his thick cock.  I pull out mine.  He makes no move to come back to me, so I kneel and give him some head.  He sighs—and seems pleased.  He leans back so I can get to his low hanging balls.  I give each a bath.  He leans into the back couch cushion a little more.  My tongue finds his perineum.  I leave it wet and slip down a little more.  My tongue makes contact with his tight pucker.  He groans.
    “He wants you to fuck him.”
    I glance up.  It’s the tall, lanky guy. 
    I look at the Cub.  “You want my dick?”
    “I want your load,” he says, rather sheepishly.
    I begin eating his ass with fervor.  I want him good and wet.
    “Fuck, yeah.  I want you to breed my Boyfriend.”
    Lanky guy is hot at the thought.  He opens his fly and begins stroking his tiny cock.
    I move around.  I am kneeling on the hard tile…but my cock is in perfect line for his ass.
    “You want this raw cock?” 
    He nods.  His fist finds his thick dick.
    I work myself in—easier than I expect.
    “Fuck that’s hot,” Lanky Boyfriend chimes in.  “Give it to him.”
    I love this scene.  I love partners who let their partners play.  The Cub groans as I bottom out in him.  “Fuck…” he hisses.
    “That’s a lot of dick.” Lanky BF sighs.
    I hold one more second—and begin a slow fuck.
    “You are such a good whore,” LBF says proudly.
    I increase my pace.  The Cub is totally into it.  His hole is as skilled as his mouth.  He is squeezing me just right.
    Suddenly the Cub explodes.  Most is all over his chest and his tee-shirt which he didn’t pull high enough.  But the first two shots are on me.
    And it’s my trigger.  Nothing here today will be better…and my cock knows it.  I breed the Cub as his Lanky Boyfriend moves to hug him.
    I feel great as I pull out…it only would have been better if they had both cleaned my cock…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Permission to Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 16, 2021
  18. FelchingPisser

    Farewell to Palm Springs

    By FelchingPisser,


    Palm Springs
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
    I was flying out at an ungodly time on Tuesday morning.  Monday was going to be spent exploring Joshua Tree National Park.  That left Sunday to be the last day of sex.  Jay and I decided to return to the gay resort that might as well be an outdoor bathhouse right down the hill from his house...
     
    We arrive around 11 am, with our packed lunches for later.  We set up under an awning with a view of the pool.  The crowd is thinner than Wednesday…but we are thinking that there will be a lot of men who were here for the weekend checking out—and will want to get off one more time before going home. 
    We go cruising.  The porn viewing area has a couple of men.  We go to the air conditioned sling room. A few men are stroking to porn here, too.   Jay hops up on the exam table.  He’s on his back, legs high and spread.  I kneel and eat his hole.  In moments he has a man in his mouth.  That is my cue to stand up and fuck him.  I work him open with slow, insistent strokes.
    I invite the man in his mouth to fuck him.  He is handsome, just a shade younger than me and with a series of exquisite tattoos on his chest and thigh.  He grins and comes down.  He has a long, thin dick with a large PA.  I make room and he sinks into Jay.  He fucks him hard and fast.  The moment he pulls out, Jay rolls off the table and cleans his cock.
    “Will you fuck me?”  asks PA guy.
    I agree and he crosses the room and gets in the sling.  Jay moves to the side to play with his nipples as I lick PA Guy’s hole.  He has had a busy weekend.  His hole is puffy—though seemingly not used this morning.  I spend a lot of time sucking, spitting and rubbing my beard around his ass as he groans his appreciation.  I stand up and insert.  He is one of those men who know how to use his hole.  He squeezes at just the right moments of my insertion. 
    I fuck him slowly.  He is getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of my hard dick.  I build to a faster pace.  I am now really fucking him with all my strength.  His cock is rock hard.  I love watching the PA jiggle with each thrust.
    I stop suddenly.  I pull out—I just have to taste his over juiced ass.  I go to my knees and push my face between his spread cheeks.  His ass jizz puddles on my tongue.   I swallow most it—and stick some of it back into his hole for the round two fuck.  I rise—and slide into him.  He grunts.  Jay twists his nipple and occasionally bends to lick up the pre-cum drooling out of the man’s sizable cock.
    I only stop fucking him when he finally asks for a break.  I do one more clean-up of his hole with my tongue before I help him out of the sling.  Jay loves the guy’s ass juices one my throbbing cock…
    *
    The resort was to have sponsored a fisting event this weekend.  It has been cancelled as an event, but there are many men here who came to the resort anyway.  I find one I talked to online in his room.  I spend a happy 45 minutes working his wide open hole until he has to get to the airport.
    *
    I fuck a guy in the barracks sling.
    I suck some cock there, too.  And let many men do mine. 
    It’s hot.  I head back to the air conditioned porn room.  I sit in a low chair under one of the screens.  Almost instantly I have an older man in my mouth.  A younger guy crawls between both sets of our legs, knocks my hand off my dick and sucks me.
    We go on like this—and attract more men of every description.  Other spectators begin sucking the man next to them.  A new man gives me his cock when the first man pulls out of my mouth.  No one seems to be trying to get off.  There are now ten of us giving or getting head.  Partners keep changing.  There is yet another new man in my mouth and a new guy is on my cock as the young one is now sucking off another daddy to my right.  We keep changing dicks—some going from the fellated to dropping to their knees.  We are a Bosch painting come to life.
    And without any visible reason, the men begin to disappear and within a minute, I am the only one in the shed…
    *
    “I’ve been looking for you.”  It’s the leg tatted, PA guy.  “Will you fuck me until I shoot?  I need to get out of here.” 
    We go back to the porn shed with the sling. 
    I spend even more time eating his ass.  I can tell he has found another top this afternoon.  I savor the man’s seed he left behind in this muscular ass.  I stand up—and indicate my mouth is full.  He nods…and I slowly drool some of the stranger’s cum into PA Guy’s mouth.  He savors it, swallows and we kiss.
    My cock is in his ass crack as we squirm together.  I reach down and it is an easy insertion—barely breaking the kiss.  We tongue fuck each other’s mouths as my cockhead swells and drools.
    I straighten up and begin the fuck.  Slow and easy.  He jerks his cock.  I spit on it—and give him a dollop of lube from the tiny bottle in my jock.  His eyes roll up into his head as I pick up the tempo.  I can tell he’s close.
    And, remarkably, so am I. 
    I pause a moment to eat his ass one more time.  A kiss.  We relish the taste of the ass jizz and cum still clinging to tongue.  We are both on the edge.
    He blasts first—and the spasms of his ass squeeze me until I erupt and replace all the sperm I have eaten out of him…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Farewell to Palm Springs (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 13, 2021
  19. FelchingPisser
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
    My days were dwindling in Palm Springs and I had yet to play with Brice, though his partner Rod had attended the bigger piss party.  On Saturday night, that changed.  Rod picked me up and drove me the few miles to their home.  It was great to see Brice, who looked much the same, though his beard was longer than ever.  I reacquainted myself with the dog I used to know and met a skittish pup they had just rescued.  The cat, named after me---as he had always followed the boys into the bathroom whenever they wanted to piss—greeted me affectionately and hopped up in my lap as we all sat around and tried to catch up on the four or five years since we’d last seen each other. 
    I toured the house…and ended up outside by the pool—in a very private backyard.  We were suddenly in a tight clump--and kissing, grinding our bodies against each other.  Slowly, I was led back into the bedroom where they had set up the sling…
     
    I shuck my clothes.  Rod goes off and leaves me with Brice—so I can have a moment of alone time with him like he had at the party.  Brice crawls in the sling—and I kneel to start licking his very hairy ass.
    He groans.  “I’ve missed your tongue…”
    I’ve missed his ass—but I only grunt an acknowledgement and burrow in deeper.  He is getting wet fast.  I can’t wait to sink my cock in him—so I don’t.  I stand up.  I smear my pre-cum on his hole by rubbing my cock head over his pucker.  I push…and I’m in.  I slowly push until I am buried to the hilt.
    “Oh, yeah…” Brice murmurs.
    I hold for a moment, leaning over and kissing him as my cock stretches him out.  I straighten and start to fuck all in one movement.  A nice slow, let’s-adjust-to-each-other tempo.  Brice’s hands go back and forth from tweaking his own nipples to squeezing the mound in his jock.  My strokes are building.  The wet slapping of our bodies fills the tiny room and draws Rod back to us. 
    He watches me for a moment.  Then goes to his knees and watches me fuck his partner at eye level.  He sighs as he sees my thick cock ravage Brice’s hole.  When Rod stands up he is hard—really hard.  His long, thick dick is a delicious mix of red and purple in the engorged head.  I’ve rarely seen him so turned on.  He feeds his dick to Brice, who cranes out of the sling to get his mouth on it.
    I fuck until I have to get some water.  Rod takes over.  He gives his partner a blistering fuck.  It’s my turn to go to my knees and watch.  I so want to lick the side of Rod’s shaft.  He knows what I like.  What I want.  He pulls out and fucks three or four strokes into my mouth—and goes right back into his partner.  I don’t move—so Rod does it again.  This time I stand up and beat my cock on Brice’s chest.
    “Take over.”  Rod pulls out.  I bend to lick his cock head, covered in Brice’s ass jizz.  I spit it on my cock and fuck it back into Brice.  Rod grabs my head and kisses me, wanting to taste his partner on my tongue.  My tongue finds his mouth as I fuck…
    *
    Brice needs a break.  Rod gets in the sling.  I eat his hole hungrily.  He is open and ready.  I stand and fuck.  Brice comes back in the room with his water.  He watches me work Rod’s ass over. 
    I suggest Brice get back in the sling.  Rod goes up him and I kneel and eat Rod’s freshly fucked hole on each backstroke.  Soon, I stand and slip inside Rod.  I stand still and let Rod buck into his partner and fuck himself on me with each pull out.  We hold this position for a long time as it gives each of us just what we want…
    *
    The bedroom is airless now.  And hot.  We go out and sit by the pool and look at the amazing amount of stars in the sky. 
    But soon we are sucking dick.
    And fucking.
    Brice is doggy on a chaise lounge.  I am fucking him and Rod is stroking. I marvel at how different the change of position feels.
    I pull out to give Rod a turn.
    Just as I am ready to go sandwich Rod, he lets out a whoop.  I think he’s cumming.  But he’s not.   He is pissing in his partner’s hole.  He pulls out the moment he is done and all but pushes my face into Brice’s wet butt.  I lick his ass clean of piss and burrow into his hole. 
    I don’t wait for him to push some out, I rear up and fuck him.  Then I slow---and I take a long piss up his ass, too.  A first.  This makes me want to fuck again.  I pound into him.  Hard.  Piss is splashing out of Brice on each backstroke.  Rod stands, straddling Brice’s back, and feeds me his cock. 
    It’s too much.
    I shoot deep inside Brice.  My cum mixing with the piss that is still inside him.  Rod jumps down with “I’m going to shoot.”  I try to pull out, but it’s too late.  Rod covers Brice’s ass, the half of my cock that is exposed and my overgrown pubes. 
    I wait until he’s done…and then fuck the seed deep into Brice’s hungry ass…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Cum and Piss--with Rod & Brice (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 10, 2021
  20. FelchingPisser

    Palm Springs: Tight Hole

    By FelchingPisser,


    Palm Springs
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
     
    I woke the next day feeling really refreshed.  There is nothing like getting off to make me sleep soundly.  I made tea and sat at my computer.  After such a full day of sex at CCBC, I was planning on taking Thursday as a night off from carnal pursuits.  But, of course, I signed in to BBRT to check my mail.
    And there I was on the home page…the most viewed profile of the day.  I also had an incredibly full inbox to answer.  Many were local men asking for sex from when the quick connect ad  had been posted before leaving for CCBC—as if I’d decide to do something other than what I’d written.  And then there were a ton of guys saying hello from around the world.  Flattering, of course, but it took me a couple days to thank them all.
    There was one who made my depleted balls start to churn.  He lived around the corner from my host.  He didn’t ask me to change my plans, but to consider his ass another time.  He happened to be free these next two nights. His pictures showed a hot ass…Long story short, he came to the house that night to try me on for size…
     
    I have moved the sling and a rimseat into my bedroom.  Rich comes to the front door—right on time.  He comes in and has to run the gauntlet of meeting my hosts as well as me.  But I quickly shepherd him into my room at the other end of the sprawling house.  I have just my robe on over a clean jock and boots.  He strips quickly.  He is just under my age—and slim and trim and toned.  He is maybe 5’10”.  His hair is a nice mix of blond and grey. 
    Rich is nervous.  He can’t stop talking.  All the usual questions of “Where are you from?”  “What are you doing here?”  “How do you know the hosts?”  “I’ve heard about the parties they give…”
    I answer each of the questions and finally stop him with a kiss.  This seems to help.  Without any suggestion he goes to his knees and starts to suck me.  He can’t quite open wide enough and knows it.  “It’s the biggest that I’ve ever had,” he says sheepishly.
    “Get up on the bed, I want to eat your ass.”
    He scrambles up on all fours.  His ass is perfectly rounded.  It is very smooth except for a very hairy crack.  I burrow in.  He sighs.  And asks how I like Palm Springs…
    I ignore him and keep spitting into his tight pucker.  I over lube my dick as I do it.  I can tell he’s tight.  I finally trickle some lube down his crack and stand up.  My cock touches his hole.  He tenses.  My head pops in.
    “Oh, shit!”
    I stop, but leave my cock in place.  I stroke his back.  “To answer your question—I have been having a great time.  They guys here have been great.  Very friendly…”
    “I love it out here,” he tells me.
    I say something else inane to keep his mind off his ass…for I am slowly pushing in—quite easily when he’s distracted.  I stop moving and tell him.
    “No way...” 
    So I begin to fuck to prove it.  He clamps down a little, but not like before.  He asks for pictures.  “I have a friend who won’t believe I took you.” 
    I snap some.
    “Can we try the sling?”
    I agree—and get his legs up in the stirrups.  I eat his hole again.  He is really relaxing now.  My tongue goes deep.  Tasting my precum and saliva. 
    I stand up and slide in again.  Easily.  The sling has worked its magic.  He is taking me to the hilt and there is that wonderful ‘I’m really getting fucked’ look on his face.
    I fuck slowly and build the speed.                       
    I take a picture of this, too.
    I fuck in long strokes. 
    I am feeling super hard, now that his hole is mine.  I stand still and push the sling off my dick and pull him back on to it.  Rich loves this.  I do it over and over.
    I suggest the rimseat.
    He’s tentative again—but sits down on it once I’m under.  His timidity vanishes the moment my tongue plows deeply into his ass.  He begins babbling and stroking his slowly erecting dick.  His ass had begun to jizz in the sling.  I’m now treated to a steady drip onto my tongue.
    “I want your load,” he moans above me.
    I am fine with that.  It doesn’t need to be a marathon fuck tonight.
    I tap his legs and he rises.
    Back at the sling, I slide in.  “I am going to breed you,” I tell him.
    “Do it,” he whispers.  “I want to take you home inside of me…”
    My dirty mind instantly wonders if he has a boyfriend who loves sloppy seconds.
    The thought is just enough to make me shoot.  It’s a mild orgasm.  But still feels great.
    I pull out and snap a picture of his used ass…
     
    This post used pictures of me in the tight hole.  You can find them here:  From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Tight Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 3, 2021
  21. FelchingPisser

    Palm Springs: The Resort

    By FelchingPisser,


    Palm Springs
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
    Tuesday morning, Jay was excited.  He had arranged with his neighbor, a top, for the three of us to have fun while we return his sling that had been borrowed for the party.  Once we got there, we found all bets were off—the top’s boy friend of the moment was driving into town.  So Jay and I went home where Jay gave me a voracious ass eating before I fucked and filled him with piss. 
    You may notice I didn’t say cum.  We both decided to save our loads for tomorrow—as he was going to introduce me to the closest of the all male resorts, CCBC.
    On Wednesday, while I was still eating my cereal, Jay took our towels down to the resort and staked out our chairs under an awning.  I took the time to post I was going to be there on BBRT.  We both checked in at the resort soon after and left our clothes in a locker, except for jocks and boots for me, sandals for Jay.  We dropped our cooler at the chairs he had picked, which had a great view of the pool.  The shade was key as it was around 112 degrees that day.  We slathered on sunscreen and then he took me on a quick overview of the compound. 
    There are rental rooms behind and to the sides of us.  There is the start of a crowd—it is discount admittance day.  We head towards the play area end of the acreage.  The first shed is a porn viewing area with lots of seating.  The second has porn, too—but a sling, an examination table and tiered seating.  We continue on.  Jay points out a small glory hole area behind the second building.  The third is a concrete version of a slurp ramp.  The last is a sort of barracks set up—with another sling and lots of conveniently placed boxes and benches to fuck on.  A urinal is located next to this building—not connected to any sewer system.  We then walk around the rest of the compound.  There are a large number of rooms—and we can get no real idea how many are rented mid-week.
    We end up back at our chairs.  Jay stretches out on the chaise.  I sit.  I drink from my water bottle.  I can’t sit still.  I need to wander…
     
    I skip the porn viewing room and go next door.  There is a man around my age in the sling.  He has a shaved head and a prominent tat over his left nipple.  His treasure trail leads to a forest of pubes and ass hair.  I kneel and begin to lick.  He takes a huge hit of poppers as my tongue burrows into him.  I keep getting him wet and slippery.  When he takes a second hit, I stand up and slide in.  It is an odd angle—as is often the case with public slings.  I need to do deep knee bends to make it work.  But it’s a good ass—and a great warm up fuck. 
    Watchers arrive, hearing the sling chains.  I slow down and do long strokes, shamelessly showing off my dick.  One Latino daddy is hung very well—I let him take over as my knees are screaming at me.
    I go to the slurp ramp.  A man of ample weight is waiting to suck.  I give him my dick.  It starts quite well…wet and with great suction.  Then he seemingly shows off his specialty—chewing on my cock head.  I let out a yelp—and beat a hasty retreat.
    I go back to Jay.  He’s ready to play.  We go back to the air conditioned sling room.  The guy is still taking dick.  Jay scrambles up on the exam table.  It has half the table standing upright, to form a back rest.  He sits, leans against it and presents me with his ass.  I eat him out as voraciously as he did me yesterday.  He is begging for cock.  I stand up and shove into him.  He groans and takes it.  Men come to watch.  One man steps up on something in order to feed Jay his prick.  This makes me fuck him harder.  When the man steps down and moves away—Jay and I shift positions, so he is chest to the padded table—making his mouth more easily available.  I eat his hole again—as he sucks random men.  A hot young man is in his mouth as I stand up and fuck him.  The guy’s eyes light up.  Soon enough he is taking a turn in Jay’s ass…
    *
    I walk around.  I end up in the Barracks lean-to…which is not air-conditioned.  But the sling here is padlocked in place for a tall person…and there is hairy cub in it.  He watches me approach.  I slap my cock on the small mound in his old school jock.  He is surprised that I sink to my knees and eat his ass.  It is wet and inviting.  He’s been fucked this morning.  He whimpers his appreciation.  I love his hair, his taste, his puffy ass lips and his overall scent.
    I stand up.  My cock is rock hard.  I work it slowly into him.  He gasps, takes a breath and squeezes down.  I take it as my signal to go on.  I fuck.  It’s hot—we are in the shade, but it is mid day in the desert.  We sweat—but it is instantly dried on our bodies.
    A man in a blue jock, with a matching bandanna tied around his neck, comes in to join us.  He might even know the guy in the sling, I can’t be sure.  He sports a big dick that instantly goes in the cub’s mouth.  I fuck harder.  But still slowly and deliberately. 
    I offer the new man to take a turn—but he is very happy in the Cub’s mouth.  One hand goes back and forth between the Cub’s nipples.  His other hand works his own.
    I build now to a real hip slamming speed.  Over and over I rail into him.  Making the bystander squeeze harder.  I only stop when the heat becomes too intense.
    *
    Later.
    I fuck on the bed in the Barracks with a man my age.
    I suck off a very large man in a NOLA t-shirt at the concrete slurp ramp.
    I am sucked by a couple in the porn room—giving me expert head as they change back and forth from my cock to my balls.
    I fuck the same Cub in the same sling, but with a different man in his mouth.
    I have fucked for so long, I don’t care if I shoot…
    *
    We have had our lunch long ago.  The crowd is thinning now.  It’s around 3:30pm.  I wander back to our seating.  I find Jay with news.
    “Did you see the furry guy next to us?”
    If I have, I am not sure which one he means, as anytime I have been here, the chaise next to us has been empty.  I say so.
    “Well, he’s seen you.  He wants you to fuck him.”
    “Ok.”  I sit down and drink.
    “There he is.”
    Walking up from the pool is a man I’ve seen around during the course of the day.  He is young for here and for the crowd today.  Early 30’s.  Sort of a cross between an Otter and a Cub.  He walks by us to his chaise and I can really see his ass.  It is a work of art.  High and round and hairy.
    Jay hails him.  He comes over and we start to chat…and suddenly our mouths are all over each other.  I am kissing him and Jay is eating his ass.  Soon the guy is bent over with my dick in his mouth and Jay still slobbering all over his hole. 
    He is turned.  He hangs on to Jay’s shoulders and I enter him.  I open him slowly, then sink down and eat his hole myself.  He crawls slowly up on the chaise.  Jay feeds him his cock.  I stand up and slide into him again.  This time his hole flowers open.  He groans around Jay’s dick, then pulls it out of his mouth to beg me to fuck him and breed him.
    This kid is going to change my mind about shooting a load. 
    “Please breed me with that huge cock.”
    Oh, fuck, that is doing it…I plow him harder and harder. 
    And…I’m there.  I shoot.  But not completely.  But I can feel seed gush.
    I pull out, jerking, and let Jay felch my load from that hairy ass.  He digs in and finds it, grunting happily.  When he has lapped all he can reach, he turns to clean my dick. 
    I push him out of the way and jam it back into the cummy hole as I fire off a second round and howl…
     
    The original is here:   From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Resort (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 1, 2021
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    Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Palm Springs
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
    Monday dawned hot and bright.  As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny.  Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling.  I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been.  It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof.  I found some big towels and was able to cover most of it to make some shade.  I also hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure.
    Jay helped me move the sling.  I stripped to my yellow jock and boots.  I was ready.  I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so.  He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six minutes…
     
    I let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from home.  The moment the gate latches we are kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line.  He is taller than I remember, close to six foot.   He is thin and barely dressed.  His arms, nicely defined, pull me to him as our tongues surrender to each other. 
    We break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor.  He pulls the tee shirt over his head and tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine.  He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied.  His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color.  His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped.  He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up pouch.  He slides the running shoes back on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling.
    Johnny goes to his knees.  He takes my cock out of my jock.  I am instantly hard.  It slaps his cheek before he takes me down.  To the root.  He holds me there, my pubes in his nose.  His throat is so damn tight.  He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases me. 
    I pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat.  This time on the release, the long strands of deep spittle connect us.  I twirl them with my fingers.  He sucks them clean.  He goes down on me a third time.  I hold the back on his head and actually fuck his face a little.  He groans his approval—and never chokes.
    I pull him up.  We kiss.  Deep and long in the hot desert air.
    I break it, with:  “Get in the sling—I want to eat that hairy ass.”
    I rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock.
    “I want your cock in me,” he mutters.  “Your raw cock, Papi.”
    I have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube.  He is tight.  And a milker.  From the first moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke.  I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked together.
    I pull out.  I splatter some piss on his already wet hole.  I kneel and lick it up.  Johnny moans. I stand up and go back to fucking him.  Harder.  Stronger.  We don’t have all morning.  He needs to get to LA.
     I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass it to Johnny as I slide back into him.
    “Can you feed me, Papi?”
    I fuck him harder.  Really pounding into him.  I feel my bladder kick in.  I pull out and send a huge stream of clear piss into his face.  He opens his mouth and takes the rest.  Well, before the strength weakens and it coats his chest.  I lean forward and begin to lick it up.  I spit some into his mouth.  Most of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it.
    “Cum in me.  Send me home with your babies.”
    I kneel and rim a little.  I stroke myself hard as I do it.  I am so close.  I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent orgasm recedes.  I do it again…and the moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode.  Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me.
    “Can you piss inside?” he whispers.
    “I think....”  Before I finish the sentence I am emptying into him.  I lean down and kiss him again as I fill his hot ass…
    When I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower.  He says  he wants to take all my fluids home.  Then he thinks a little more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower.  I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom.  He is quick and soon on his way.
    The moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay steps out of his office—totally naked.  “You promised!”
    I go into his office and shut the door.  I take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me.  Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices and my cum and piss.
    My cock is spent.  But I crawl under the rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass….
     
    The original is here with some great comments:  From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 28, 2021
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    A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved

    By FelchingPisser,


    Palm Springs
    Sunday started very late for us.  Eventually I wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex.  But I had two of them and a cup of tea before I heard Jay stirring.  I helped him pick up the back yard before his partner got home.  There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch!  While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party.  Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set-up we used but some that would show something similar.  So here they are. 
     (For those you will have to see the original post--see the info below.)
     
     
    The afternoon I went off to a pool party thrown by the couple I know the least—but who I had played with for years at Chicago Water Buddies.  They swore that there would be no sex at this gathering.  There were a dozen of us arrived.  At various times in the pool, one of the guest couples had made it their mission to get everyone’s cock in both of their mouths.  And they were successful.  I just tried to stay out of the sun while they shared me. 
    In the spirit of the Wet N Hot weekend, piss was shared as they all went through the beer and water on the hot day. (112, I believe.)   I am proud to say I got the piss load of the man I found the hottest—though he told his partner he was sure he couldn’t feed me.  But once he started—he couldn’t stop—and loved it.  Another convert!
    When I got home I looked again at the scrap of paper I’d found in my sock as I undressed last night.  It merely said Johnny and a phone number.  I sent a text—saying I had found this number in my sock.  Instantly I got a picture back.
    Well, well.  It was the cute young man who sucked me as he sat on the rimseat very early in the evening.  He was headed to see family after he checked out of the gay resort, but wondered if I could meet on Monday morning.  I said yes and we agreed on 10:00am.   “Just send me home with  an ass full of cum…”
    And that’s the post for tomorrow… 
     
    The original post, with pictures of the set-up, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 27, 2021
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    Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
    I showered after Ortiz left and had some food.  I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes. 
    Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host.  Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm.
     
    Guys are everywhere.  We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday.  The crowd is younger, too.  Thursday was 45 and up.  Today we are 30 and up with a few men in their 20’s.  The wading pool is full of men wallowing in piss.  The slurp ramp is packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and crotch.  The rimseats are busy.  The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men hop in.  The move of the fuck bench works—there is almost always a hot ass being used on it.
    I wander.  I point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed.  I often do this as someone is sucking my cock.  It pays to advertise.
    I join the men on the ledge.  A beefy man around my age steps up.  I don’t let him suck my cock.  I grab the base of my cock with my fist and present him with my balls.  He gets them good and wet.  I reward him with a stream of piss that arcs up and into his mouth.  Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick.  He’s good.  A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me.  He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy sucks.  We all love the feeling of this.  When he’s done pissing, I move the beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick.
    I step back to the rimseats behind me.  Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived with the guests. Three are in use.  A young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them, waiting for a new butt.  I watch a hot younger Latino take a seat on his face.  He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is stabbing up into his hole.  This guy is good, with great deep throat skills.  He does my balls without my urging.  He lets me fuck his face.  He never chokes on me.  I pat his shoulder and move on…
    *
    I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge patch of salt and pepper chest hair.  A parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole.  Some piss on him.  I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out and blast a stream up to his mouth.  It quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair.  A young man with lots of facial scruff is standing by—stroking and watching.  He instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s chest.  He takes some of it up to the Bear’s mouth and kisses him.  I go to my knees and eat the young man’s ass.
    “Fuck me, daddy…” he moans.
    I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur…
    *
    My friend Rod arrives.  It has been four or five years since I’ve seen him.  He and his partner use to live in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west.  I give my dick a break and we catch up as we each chug a bottle of water.  Soon enough we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench.  We go over.  Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole is open and his ass lips puffy.  He is also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue.
    I stand up and give him my dick.  He’s surprised by my size, but takes it easily after a few moments.  Rod comes back and watches me fuck.  “I’ve missed seeing that,” he whispers in my ear.  And then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut. 
    I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left.  Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking him with long, hard strokes.  Hard enough that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass.  I go around and watch Rod fuck.  I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the back stroke.  I want to piss on him, but I don’t think I can.  It doesn’t matter, as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use us instead.  Rod’s cock is covered, I am covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked.  
    Rod pulls out.  I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck.  I push into the now super stretched hole.  “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy.  “Want it in your ass?”
    “Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…”
    I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking.  It’s almost there…I pause and my cock explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss.  As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning.  Piss splashes out.  Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a position to lick some.  I keep pumping.  My eyes connect with Rod.  I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the other side.  Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s ass.  Rod is there to lick it all up…
    *
    Later.
    The youngest man at the party—at least he looks barely 25—is having his dream moment.  He is in the sling.  His daddy is at the head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in place.  And the daddy is encouraging every man to use his boy.
    I have seen at least three men cum in him.   I wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid.  I watch another man just fuck and leave.  I kneel and taste the collected loads.  I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s mounded jock pouch. 
    “You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?”
    The boy is breathless.  His Daddy answers.  “Do it.  Fuck those loads into him.”
    I do.  Slowly and deliberately.
    Rod watches. 
    I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he is about to drop his load.  He slips in and cums fast.  This time Rod churns it.
    We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s ass…
    *
    A switch has flipped in Rod.  Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds my dick—and he says so.  The bench, next to the boy being loaded, is free.  Rod climbs on.  I spend a long time licking and tonguing his butt.  Getting reacquainted with a hole I used to know like few others.  I stand up and fuck.  He feels great.  Rod tells me so, until he gets a piss slick dick in his mouth.  I grin at the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes.
    “Switch?”  I ask.
    He nods and we change.  Rod is getting just what he needs.  He loves the taste of his ass on my cock.
    “Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands.
    He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around behind him.  His hole is wet to the touch.  I slide in easily.  “You do the work,” I tell him, standing still.  He fucks into Rod—and back on me.  All three of us groan.
    The kid in the sling next to us takes another load and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!”
    This guy feels great—but I want more.  I tell him to get on the bench with Rod.  He lays down on Rod, chest to back.  I have two holes to fuck—to go back and forth.  I fuck Rod.  He groans.  I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can.  And do.  I give him half a dozen strokes.  Back to Rod.  He is panting now.  Once more into Harness Guy.  As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto his feet.  I plow into Rod. 
    And shoot.  Noisily.
    Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…”
    I move.  His cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load.
    I go to my knees.  I clean his cock as he pulls out.  Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole.  I tongue it.  I swallow our mixed jizz.
    My cock is still hard I am so turned on.  I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot again.
    *
    It was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12 loads.  They lost count.
    Late that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 25, 2021
  25. FelchingPisser
    Palm Springs—September, 2021
     
    I slept late.  At least for me.  It was Friday—and a day all about getting me in tune with a new time zone after my 22 hour day.  I sat outside in the shade and read Evelyn Waugh.  I helped clear the bottles and cans from the party for recycling.  And I napped.
    Jay and his partner took me out to dinner along two other visiting friends.  I was impressed that anywhere you went in Palm Springs or Cathedral City, which is technically where I was, you had to show your vaccination card to get into a restaurant, bar or resort.  Hardly perfect—but a step in the right direction. 
    We walked around the city after the meal.  Once home, I read a little more and was off to bed.  A lazy day, and one that truly felt like a vacation. 
    Saturday another piss party was scheduled—to accommodate not only Jay’s regulars but any guys who were still coming to town for the cancelled Wet N Hot.  I helped him set up in the morning, when it was cooler—though he had most of it done from the earlier party.   As no one had used it on Thursday, we moved the fuck bench next to the sling on the lower level.
    Jay’s partner was away for the day.  Once the place was ready for the party, he asked if a friend of his could come over.  The man had loved the pictures of my cock on my profile and wanted to meet me.  I said yes…
     
    Ortiz is a big guy; tall, broadly built, carrying some extra weight, but carrying it well with his height.  As I get older, I am terrible at guessing men’s ages when they are younger than I am…so he is likely somewhere between 38 and 48.  And he has a big dick.  His Latin coloring makes the two of us look even whiter.  We are playing in the master bedroom—with some play sheets tossed on the bed and a rim seat available.
    Jay is instantly on his knees catching Ortiz’s swinging cock and stuffing it into his mouth.  I kneel behind the man and pull apart his voluptuous ass cheeks.  I drill into him.  He sighs and tells me to eat his hole.  “I am going to be topping all night,” he sighs.  “Fuck me now.”
    I continue to get his hole wet and juicy.  Jay leaves Ortiz’s cock and comes to suck mine as I rim.  Soon enough, I have the bigger guy lean on the foot of the bed.  He braces himself as I stand up.  My cock slides in easily.  I sink in to the hilt.  Jay is instantly licking my ass—but has to stop as I begin to fuck.  Ortiz loves my dick—and tells me so repeatedly.  Jay goes around to suck Ortiz, but instead sticks his own hard dick in Ortiz’s mouth.
    I fuck him for quite some time.  When I finally pull out, both men swivel to clean my cock.  Every man in the room loves ass to mouth.  I now fuck Jay—who is spit roasted by Ortiz in his mouth.  I pump Jay hard enough to slam him down on Ortiz’s cock.  When I stop, I bring my wet cock up to Ortiz’s mouth.  His tongue cleans every inch.
    Jay fucks Ortiz for a moment…but then I go back up him.  This time Jay is sitting on the floor between the bed and Ortiz so he can suck his cock as the bigger man is bent over and taking it.  Again cocks are cleaned and we relax for a moment on the bed.
    “Get under the rimseat,” Jay suggests.  I do.  Ortiz sits on seat—which spreads his hole wide open.  My tongue darts into him.  Again and again.  I pause as Jay sits on my dick.  He impales himself repeatedly.  Up and down.  I find myself rimming Ortiz’s hole in the same rhythm.  He is a great self luber and I swallow down Ortiz’s ass jizz.
    “Change.”
    Jay is in charge.  Ortiz gets up as does Jay.  I get Jay’s freshly fucked ass planted on my face and am rimming happily, before the heavier man lowers himself down on my dick.  His hole has tightened in this position—he feels fabulous as my rock hard dick opens him back up.  I taste my precum up Jay while my dick is milked…
    *
    “Kneel next to me,” Jay tells Ortiz.  He is on all fours at the foot of the big bed.  Ortiz does as he’s asked.  I kneel behind Jay and tongue his well fucked hole as my finger plays around with Ortiz’s wet one.  I move over and reverse things—tongue in the bigger ass and a finger caressing where I’d just been licking.
    Now I stand up.  I fuck Ortiz a few strokes, step to the side and do it to Jay.  The bottoms hold on to each other and kiss as I go back and forth on their asses.  They feel entirely different—in size, in wetness and in how they squeeze my dick.  I fuck each man a little longer now.  Truly fingering the one I’m not in.  I switch again.  And again.
    I stop, catching my breath.  The two men slide off the bed and onto their knees, one on either side of my erection.  They do that simultaneous cock sucking maneuver— licking the sides of my cock.  Back and forth.  They kiss as they come off the sides of my helmet head. 
    We play orally a little more on the bed…and decide to stop.  We aren’t trying for orgasm.  We are all sure we will be getting off tonight at the likely larger piss gathering…
     
    You can find the orginal here:  From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Jay, Ortiz and a Rimseat (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 23, 2021

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