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West Michigan—January, 2023 I have known Derrick for around 20 years. I can’t say that about too many of my sex partners. I think we met at a sex party. (Surprise!) This was long before Jacob was in his life. We played there. We played at his house a few times…and drifted apart for a bit. It was Derrick who reached out to me once he was partnered. Jacob loved assplay and was wanting to explore fisting and Derrick’s hands were too big. Could I help—with my smaller, flexible hands? I could. And did. And one of the most satisfying relationships of my sex life was born. It was hardly surprising that we got off track with covid. But we have started up our Sunday afternoons again, about once a month. And we picked up like we had never paused… All this is to say I was surprised to hear from Derrick in the middle of the month as I was pretty sure Jacob was away with work. Indeed, he was out of the country and had told Derrick to reach out to me for some play if he got randy. Would I be interested? I tossed a couple of toys in my bag and was out the door… There has been a little small talk, but now we are stripped and sitting on the couch in the study. A new slide show of kinky men, doing things to each other (or to own their overstretched holes) flashes on the big screen television. “I really want to work some more on deep throating you. I’ve been practicing.” I nod. “Sure…” Derrick grins and leans down. I turn slightly to give him a better angle. My cock is taken into his mouth. He lingers on just the leaking head for a long time. Then he begins inching down my thick shaft. He gets to all but the final half inch. This from the man who used to choke on me at the halfway point. Derrick comes up for air. I stand up in front of him. “This will be easier.” My cock is at eye level for him. He leans forward and gets over half of me in the first gulp. I let out a little moan of encouragement. Derrick moves and suddenly his nose is in my pubes. He holds for a moment and pulls off me, gasping. “Hot…” he mutters. “Do it again.” It is easier now. He relaxes and takes me to the root. This time, when he pulls up, he keeps me in his mouth and his tongue makes my drooling piss slit very happy. Then, after a breath, he deep throats me again. My hands instinctively hold his head in place. I let go and he comes off me, panting, his cock now rock hard. I go to my knees and suck him for a long moment. It’s his turn to hold me in place. He fucks my face a little, bucking up into me, before he lets go. I stand back up and feed him my cock one more time. This time I make him choke. The sound turns us both on. “I used to fuck your face on the guest room bed. Should we?” We go down to the guest room on the lower level. It takes a moment to shift some boxes, filled with Christmas decorations, from the bed to the floor. Derrick lays down, his head hanging over the edge. He is at a great height for me to staddle his head and lower my cock down his throat. I start with just half my length. I do a slow in and out, before building to a more rapid pistoning of his throat. I pull out. “Lick my balls.” I lower them into his mouth with a deep knee bend. His tongue gets busy as I stroke my wet cock. I stand up and put my cock back into his mouth. I go a little deeper this time. His eyes water, but he takes it. Proudly. When I pull out, he is gasping for air, but self-satisfied. Once he’s caught his breath, I pump his mouth once more. On only one stroke do I give him more than three quarters of my cock. He gags a little and I pull back. Derrick motions with his hand he needs to get up. I pull out. This time we are both panting—and we agree to head to the playroom… * Derrick is in the sling. I am on my knees, my tongue working his ass crack and hole. I spit and leave copious amounts of spittle behind, all while greasing up my cock. I stand for the first fuck of this session. I slide in easily—and to the hilt. My pubes, once in his nose, now grind against his hairless ass. Derrick groans and closes his eyes. I see him relax and I begin to fuck. Slow and easy. As I can never access their toys easily, so today I have traveled with two of mine. While still fucking, I grab the egg-headed dildo and grease it up, holding it where Derrick can see it being coated with lube. I pull out. The toy twists into him. He grunts as the head of it, bigger than my own flared cockhead, opens him wider. The thin shaft goes deep into his butt. I push it down and my cock slides back into him, gliding over the ridges of the toy. Now I fuck him, keeping the toy in place. “I feel so full…” I nod and keep going. I pull out and go in again, now so the toy is on top of me. It’s a totally different feeling, still full, but the stretch feels tighter. The toy comes out and my cock goes in alone. I add a few fingers, too, my left hand gliding over my slick shaft. I go from two fingers, to three and finally four before the hand leaves—and I just fuck him. Hard and fast—leaving us both breathless. I change the pace with the speculum. I want to stretch his hole some more before my hand goes in. “It’s been forever since you used this on me.” “Feeling good?” “Yeah. Nice and slow…” And that is just how I am stretching him, turning the winged screw, opening his hole fractions at a time. Soon the opening is large enough to add my cock. I fuck him, the metal on either side of my hard flesh. Once it is cranked shut and gone, I work my left hand into him. And then the right, but the left feels the best. I add my cock as well, letting my shaft fuck between my greasy finger deep inside him. Over and over. I pull my cock out so once again it can slide down my fore arm and work it’s way in on top of my wrist. Derrick is lost in sensation. He groans and only occasionally focuses on the action in his ass in the mirror above the sling. Now it’s just my dick inside him. I fuck him hard, but I am nowhere near shooting, I settle down for a long fist session… * Derrick takes a break. I hop into the sling for him to eat my ass. He burrows in, rather noisily, as I jerk my cock. But finally, food sounds more fun. Derrick’s hole is sated—and food sounds better to me than working forever on an orgasm. We go out to dine…both feeling that glow of good sex… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Stretching Derrick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 28, 2023

Near Home—January, 2023 Another day (mid-month). Another day at the bookstore. It is just after lunchtime as I park. There are more cars than usual filling the lot. A good sign? Who knows? I go in, exchange pleasantries with the clerk, go off to piss and finally walk into the straight theatre. A few men are scattered around the room. All attention is on the video, not each other. I sit to the side and unbutton. The porn is good. DP anal here on the straight side. I stroke. The men are restless. The five men in the room are soon replaced with others. I stroke. I think I hear a blow job happening behind me. I hear steps behind me. I turn. An older Black man is there, his cock filling his fist. He is likely in his 50’s. You can tell he once was heavy, but he’s lost a lot of weight, with layers of belly skin that has not yet re-sized. But his cock is a beauty. It is darker than his over all skin tone. He’s as long and as thick as I am. The flared cock head juts up, at a different angle from the thick column of flesh behind it. “They said you suck cock,” he whispers, jerking his head towards the man in the cocksucker’s seat (who is busy on someone else.) I don’t answer, I just take his dick into my mouth. Fuck, I’m full. I fear my teeth are in the way, as I can’t possibly cover them correctly with the stretch to take him. The man sighs. Then tells me in another whisper that he loves my tongue action. I’m glad for the feedback as I am feeling I can’t do any of my usual tricks with the amount of cock flesh in my mouth. I pause for a second with just his drooling cock head on my tongue. He decides to fuck my face. I just stay still and let him pummel my mouth and throat until my eyes begin to water. I pull off him and use all the spit he’s created on his hairy balls. They are big and covered in kinky black hair. He strokes his cock and groans as I lick, leaving them wet and sticky. “You swallow?” he whispers. I nod. He pushes into my mouth. His cock gets even girthier as he begins to fire. He’s so deep I can’t taste it at all. His load goes straight down my throat. I get the merest hint of his tasty load on my tongue when he pulls out. He squeezes my shoulder in thanks and disappears… * I watch a little porn and stroke. I move next door. A white bear with a shaved head is sitting in the room alone. His jeans are around his ankles. He is stroking a thick cock. I sit along the back wall. We eye each other as I unbutton and haul out my cock. “That’s a beauty. Let me suck it.” He slumps down in the chair. I stand and feed him my dick. He begins doing to me all the things I have just been doing to that huge dick. Lots of tongue, deep throating and ball licking. I sigh with pleasure. The door opens. Neither of us move. A young Black man enters. He stops, transfixed, that live sex is happening right in front of him. He moves around so he can see better. We both like an audience. The Bear strokes himself as he takes me to the root, showing off. The young man has pulled out a bigger than average cock. He strokes as he watches me grab the Bear by the ears and fuck his face. “Hot!” he hisses, his hand moving rapidly over his dick. “You should try his mouth.” The young man steps back, then takes a breath and walks towards me. I pull out of the Bear and let the newcomer get sucked. I watch the look of appreciation cross the kid’s face as the bear start his tongue work. I go to my knees and begin sucking the Bear. Things escalate fast. The Bear is groaning—with a dick in his mouth and a mouth on his cock. I can feel his pre-cum become a river. The young man is now pumping into the Bear’s mouth. Faster and faster. “Oh, fuck!” The kid starts to spurt. He makes a move to pull out, but the Bear holds him in place. The Bear groans, taking the load—and suddenly spurting one into my mouth at the same time. I lick him clean as he does the same to the young man in his mouth. I stand, stroking. The young guy looks at my cock. “Shoot that thing,” he says. “In my mouth,” the Bear grunts out. I stroke my cock about five times before I shove it into the Bear’s wet mouth, mixing my jizz with the remnants of the load already on his tongue… The original is here (with 1500+ others): From My Side of the Sling: The Bear In the Middle (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 23, 2023

Near Home—January, 2023 After the marathon fucking event of New Year’s Eve I was left sated. The day after the filling of James, I was hard as a rock the next morning. It was time to head back to the bookstore. I waited until after dinner. I wanted to prowl the two theatres and see what trouble I could get into on a Saturday night. Who knew what I might find…? I buy my ticket. I always seem to check the straight theatre first. Not tonight. I have seen the back of a man going into the gay side and I want to know more. The door closes behind me with a slight clunk. It’s always darker over here than in the straight side. The cocksucker’s chair is open, so I sit there. There is one older white man close to the screen. He looks like he may be asleep. There is no one else sitting down. The hot assed Black man I saw come in must be behind me, in the corner. The moment I think that, I hear his zipper unzip. I take out my hardening cock. I hear the sound of a popper bottle opening in the corner. Then he’s quiet for a long time. I stroke. He’s young enough I need to let him come to me if he’s interested. I stroke. I hear him move. I don’t turn. He’s right at my shoulder. “I want you to suck me again.” His bigger than average cock is hard and shiny. And inches from my face. Now that I can see him from the front, I remember I have sucked his dick in the past. He is tall and thin, somewhere in his middle 30’s. His skin tone is a very dark brown—and his dick even darker. He waves it at me. I smile—and open my mouth. He’s dripping. He has smeared his precum all over his cock. I lick it off his extremely hard dick, mixing it with my saliva. I take him to the root several time. He has just a slight downward curve that makes for an easy deep throat. Now I want his balls--big and hairy and fragrant after a long day. He sighs as I lick them. He holds me in place with one hand and jerks his slick dick with the other. “I’m gonna shoot. Take it!” I make it back to his cock head in time to take that big load that only the young really shoot. I hold onto his balls as I lick him clean. The moment I let go, he stuffs himself away. He squeezes me on the shoulder and is gone. The old guy is still sleeping… * There is next to no one here for a Saturday night. The store closes earlier now. Before Covid it was 1:00 am on the weekend. It changed to 11:00pm when it re-opened. And now it’s 10:00pm. I wait for a while after the guy leaves. When I hear through the wall the door bang, I go investigate. It’s an older man, who is just sitting down. He has a walker with a seat—so he uses it instead of any of the chairs. I sit, off to the side, halfway towards the big screen television. Almost instantly another older man comes in. He sits along the back wall neat the walker. We watch. I stroke and they knead their own crotches. I feel more than hear someone behind me. The guy in his walker is there. He has rolled up in stealth mode. He is leaning forward, straining to see my meat. I turn slightly so he can. He scoots a little closer, bends and takes me in his mouth. I am not expecting this--but I go with it--for he’s really good. The sex now happening in the room makes the guy in the back row unzip and jerk. I stand up to give my cocksucker a better angle. He loves this. He takes me to the root over and over, his excess spittle drooling all over my balls. “Lick that up,” I tell him. He does. Happily. And goes back down on me. The door bangs open. It’s the Latin guy who fucks only with a condom. But tonight, he is in semi-drag—something I have never seen on him. He has a bad wig on his head. His shirt is open and tied at the midriff. A lacy bra is on his hairy chest. Jeans and running shoes complete the outfit. “I bring a Magnum just for you!” he trills as he comes even with me and my sucker. He takes off his shoes and the jeans. He lubes his ass, bent over a chair for support. He is just assuming his ass is irresistible… “Go on,” says the guy in the walker, “let me see you fuck him.” I suit up. I slide into his ass easily. I wonder if he’s taken some cock in the arcade for there is no one else in the theatres. He moans and begins jerking his dick. The guy in the walker is watching us, groping his cock through his pants. I grab the hips of the Latin. I pull him up, off the chair. I turn him and push him. He grabs the knees of the guy in the walker and buries his head in the guy’s lap. The walker guy strokes his back and coos to him to “take the dick.” This makes the Latin beat his cock that much faster. I plow his ass. Not feeling much through the latex. “You are a naughty boy, getting fucked in public like this,” Walker tells him, his wrinkled hands kneading the shoulders of the Latin. “That big dick is going to make you cum, isn’t it?” “Yes…” he mumbles. And he shoots. A massive load on the floor. I pull out. And thank him. His wig is eschew now, and it makes the whole scene look like it was shot by Fellini… * I go next door. The only man there is a regular who would rather talk than suck cock. He licks his lips at me, but would rather talk. He does just that, until the guy at the front desk hammers on the door and announces it’s closing time… You know I tell the truth here. I couldn't make this night up... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Night of Wigs and Walkers (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 20, 2023

As I understand it, it was a wing that CLAW had rented(?) This last year, it was not used by CLAW for any classes or demos, but it was open for regular bathhouse play that weekend. It is above the bar. You reach it on the second floor. On the website, there is a picture of a flat, platform sling--that is part of this area. It may well be open most weekends...I tend to only go to Cleveland for CLAW.

Flex in Cleveland. There are two side by side, but they are in a special wing that they open on certain weekends, (like CLAW).

My Playroom—January, 2023 I came home delightfully sated from my New Year’s Eve adventure. I was not on the prowl for more sex anytime soon. But I was pleased to get a text from James, the younger looking blond from that night. He wanted more. He really wanted my load—he was so sorry he had gone home before he got it. We chatted on and off for most of the day. By the first Friday of the new year, he was stripping in my playroom… James tosses his clothes in the chair. I take off my robe and hang it on the doorknob. He is naked but for a yellow jock. In the light of the afternoon (and not a dark backroom) he is likely higher in his 30’s than I thought when I first met him. Not that it matters. He goes right to his knees. “Come here, Daddy. Let me suck on that big thing again.” He mouths the jock pouch for a bit, making my cock swell. Then it is in his wet mouth with his ever-moving tongue. He remembers my hotspots—my balls, and under my balls where the cock ring pushes them out. “I want to lick your ass. Up on the bench.” The poppers come out for him the moment my tongue finds his tight pucker. I can’t wait to make it gape. I poke and prod and spit. He has found the mirror on the side wall that lets him see me at work on his ass. The poppers make his chatter. He tells me how good my tongue is making his tight hole, how he wants me to destroy it, to fill it with cum…on and on. I coat my throbbing cock with coconut oil as I tongue him. I spit a couple of more times into him. I stand up and my cock finds his now loose ass lips. I push in. He groans and takes another hit. I hold until his hole responds—letting my cock bottom out in his tight tunnel. I fuck him. Slowly. Making him mine for the day. “Harder, Daddy. Make me feel it.” I let him have it, faster than my usual slow build. I plow him. It’s the only word. He is incredibly vocal, egging me on. My foot goes up on the bench next to his knee. It lets me get even deeper in his ass. I pummel him, over and over. I pull out. “Taste your ass on my dick,” I say as walk towards the head of the bench. He hungrily takes me into his mouth. His tongue swirls. He gurgles, delighting in the heady blend of coconut oil and ass jizz. “Get me good and wet—no lube for this next fuck.” He leaves my cock dripping with spit. And I plow back into his hungry hole… * We’ve moved to the sling. I insert the small butt plug into him. I keep his hole open as I make him suck my dick—then I stand on tiptoe and have him lick my balls again. He loves how sweaty they have become from the exertion. Pic of plug The toy come out. My cock goes in. I fuck him. His eyes are riveted to the mirror hanging above him. He can’t get enough of watching his hole be used. By cock. By tongue. By toy. I have pulled out the egg-headded dildo. The big head is a major stretch for him, but he takes it. There is no way he is ready for me to add my cock along with it. The toy stays in as he licks my cock once more, craned around, hanging out of the sling. I move back and fuck him fast and deep. His ass lips are curling and changing color as the blood rushes to them. This makes me pull out and lick them, sucking their plumpness into my mouth repeatedly. Pic of cock “Can I try the speculum on you?” “Anything you want…” I grease it up and slide it in. I crank. Slowly. His eyes get wide as he feels his hole open. I finger his prostate. Finally, it is open wide enough I can play with his prostate by inserting my cock. He loves this and tells me so. Sometimes with words, more often in low moans of delight… * I help him out of the sling to stretch his legs. I lay on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my glistening cock. He is in no hurry. He sucks and licks every inch of it. A tap on his head sends him down to include my balls, too. First one, then the other. He tries for both in his mouth at once, but doesn’t quite succeed. He pushes my legs apart as his tongue moves down to my perineum. His tongue teases all the hair there, coating it with his spittle. He flirts for a second with licking my ass, but comes up and kisses me instead. We stay entwined for quite some time. “Sit on my face.” I continue to lie there as he kneels above me. He lowers his thoroughly fucked ass to my mouth. My tongue is in him from the moment he settles there. Deep and loving how wet he is. How wet I’ve made him. I lick and spit and he groans out his appreciation and tells me that his hole is all mine. He begins to rock, pushing his pronounced ass lips over my mouth and my nose and back again. Poppers are opened. He begins to babble all sorts of filth about my cock, my cum, about breeding. “I really want your cum in me.” “Let’s do it.” We go back to the sling. I eat his hole some more. I can’t stop myself. Finally, I stand up and fuck. Long strokes. Deep and hard. “Fill me up!” “Fuck…” I mutter. “Give it to me…” I fuck harder. “I am so close...” “Daddy, cum is the best…” A couple of more strokes and I am there. I can’t stop shooting. It’s a five-day load. Spurt after spurt. I fall on his chest. His arms go around me. James milks my cock like crazy. I can feel myself drool out a little more… * He didn’t shower. He wanted to go home smelling as I left him. I sent him the pictures. He thanked me and told me he could still feel my load inside him. I got another text after he napped—for when he awoke, his thigh was wet and creamy… The original post has pictures: From My Side of the Sling: James Gets Creamed (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 18, 2023

Lansing—December, 2022 (You might want to read part one first....) I go find Perry and his friends, my beard still smelling of the cum I have been felching from the young man’s well fucked hole. Perry is back in his clothes, sitting on a bench, eyeing the gloryhole booths. The four of us go on a tour of the facility, wondering where to fuck for round two. We look at the sling near the big screen gay area, but the space is cold, as there is an outside door nearby. We both agree that the other sling is the place. It’s empty now. I move the moveable wall semi shut—so men can still get around it easily, but it still blocks direct traffic. When I look back, Perry is already naked and being helped into the sling by the Cub. I go to my knees and eat out Perry’s well fucked ass. The Cub gets busy on Perry’s nipples. The young Bear jerks his dick to the scene. Perry is wet. Damn wet. Nor is it from all the cum in my beard from the felching. His stretched hole is making lube like crazy. I slurp loudly, spit some back in and stand up to fuck. Men are standing behind the half wall watching me insert my rock-hard cock. One of them comes around the corner to get a better look. The young Bear is soon sucking his dick. I am plowing noisily into Perry. He pants and tells me to fuck him harder. Another guy enters our sling corner and sticks his cock in Perry’s mouth. Now he can’t talk—but only gurgle his pleasure around the man’s thick dick. I wait until I hear the new man sigh and ask: “You want to switch holes?” The guy considers it, but shakes his head. “His mouth is great.” When the other man moves on, the guy getting head from the young Bear comes over to try Perry’s mouth. As I drop once more to my knees to eat Perry’s fuck hole, an older man appears around the low wall. He gropes himself through his pants as he watches me rim Perry. I stand up and fuck. The new guy goes carefully to his knees to watch my cock split Perry open. I fuck. Harder, with someone watching so intently. Finally, I pull out. “Let me suck that,” whispers the kneeling observer. I present my wet meat to him. He licks me clean. Hungrily. Savoring the juices. “May I rim him?” “Sure. Eat his ass.” He buries his face into the hairy cleft of Perry’s butt cheeks. The rimmer groans and stops groping himself, so intent is he on licking ass. I let him go until he slows a little. “Let me fuck some more, and then you can do it again.” “Thank you, sir.” I fuck. He eats. I fuck. He cleans my cock and eats Perry. I fuck. And the young Bear takes a turn cleaning my cock as the man eats out Perry. My new cocksucker is great. I can see why he’s had a succession of men in his mouth while I’ve been fucking. I fuck Perry one more time. A new man is in Perry’s mouth while I do it. The rimmer has never left his knees. He is either groping himself, cleaning my cock or licking Perry’s wet hole. I idly wish he were nimble enough to get under the sling and lick my balls while I fuck… Perry finally calls for a time out. He gets dressed as we talk about a dinner break, but we leave it open. I go to my car and eat dinner and check my phone. I drive for a bit and get coffee. I am back in the play area just before 8pm. I don’t see Perry and company. It’s a holiday and a Saturday night. The establishment is now mostly gay men with a few straight swinging couples. I watch a woman fist her husband in the sling we had been using. She invites other men to do him, too. I go down to the gloryhole area. A young-looking blond man is sitting on the bench watching some trans porn. I smile, continue past him and into a dark corner. In moments he is there. “Need some help with this?” he asks, fondling the bulge in my pants. I nod. He unbuttons. He goes for the jock pouch. He inhales and lets out a sigh. “Heaven,” he mumbles. He spends the next 20 minutes licking the pouch, licking my nuts, once they are free and only then on sucking my drooling prick. He pulls off it. “Will you fuck me? I need to feel this beauty in my ass.” I nod and he strips right there. He has a thin to muscular frame, not much body hair and an ass I can’t wait to eat. Built into the walls in our corner, is a waist high platform. He bends over on it, presenting his rounded cheeks to me. I pull them apart—and my tongue touches his hole for the first time. He groans and pushes back, impaling himself on me. He wants it—and I want more. I rim and spit, getting him ready for my cock. “You want me raw?” I ask, standing up. “Only way I fuck,” he pants out. I enter him, slowly, inch by inch. He has skills. He milks me expertly as I press forward. When I bottom out, I hold and begin the fuck. He groans. Two other men come watch me take his ass. “Can we go to the sling?” he asks. “If it’s free.” He doesn’t bother to put his clothes back on to get there. I don’t bother to try to cover my dick. We just go. In the light, he’s slightly older than I first thought—maybe a very young looking 40. He hops in the sling. I eat his fucked hole before standing up and plowing him again. We take a break. He sips some of my water. Names are exchanged. He’s James. Not Jim. He promises me a phone number if I fuck him once more. I do. Thoroughly. Almost to the point of blowing my load. But not quite. He needs to go home to be with his mom before midnight. We go wash up and we exchange numbers. But we can’t get enough of each other. We dawdle and talk. Then I lie on a bench behind the slurp ramp. He strips and sits on my face. “So hot,” he croons. “Eat me…” Without my asking he knows to ride my tongue, then my cock and bring his gaping hole back up to my face. He does this twice. The last time on my face, he stops jerking his dick—though I would have been fine with his load all over my sweatshirt. He gets off me. “Let’s finish this right when I have more time.” I reluctantly agree. We kiss, savoring his juices in my mouth. And he’s gone. Fuck, I need to breed. And soon. A young, cubby guy, with an incredible Grizzly Adams beard finds me. “You have a great cock.” “Thanks.” “I want to be get fucked. You can load me if you want to.” We are walking towards the sling behind the low wall. He continues: “I just don’t do that very often.” “Take the load? You decide,” I tell him as I get his legs up on the chains. I eat his very hairy hole—even more of a contrast after James’ hairless one. “Oh, fuck…” Grizzly Adams groans. “Plow me.” I do. Repeatedly. His uncut cock grows whenever I eat his hole. It shrivels as I fuck. He never touches it. He is all about his hole. I eat him one last time. “I am really close,” I tell him as I begin to fuck. “I want your load.” He is panting with excitement now. “I want…to start the new year…” He doesn’t finish. “With my load inside you?” I grate out. “Yes. Yes!” And I’m there. I shoot and shoot after all the incredible sex that day. His hole is awash with my cum. I kneel and clean up what is leaking out. I stick my softening cock back in him to help push it deeper. He sighs in perfect bliss… I go to wash up. The clock on my car’s dashboard tells me I did indeed breed him right at midnight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 15, 2023

Lansing—December, 2022 I have a tradition of doing something sexual on New Year’s Eve from even before I began writing this blog. I have attended orgies thrown by fuck buds, cruised sex parties in Toronto or gone to the baths. Having driven to New Jersey and back again for Christmas, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do this year. I knew I wasn’t eager to get back on the road again to get to a major city. I settled to for an afternoon and evening at the bookstore that has play areas like a bathhouse. I contacted Perry to see if he would like to return to the scene of where we had last played in public. (See the links below for Whoring Out Perry) He was eager. And brought friends. I arrived a good half hour before I was due to meet Perry. I wanted to scout things out and have some warm up sex… I am buzzed into the play space by the cute clerk who took my money. I have given him my name to make sure that I can have in and out privileges. I make a tour. A sling, where they are showing big screen gay flicks, is ready and waiting. The sling I usually use, with a waist high dividing wall, is being used for a blow job, so I don’t intrude. I wander farther down into the additional rooms. The glory hole booths are active and the padded fuck table in the last room is empty. The porn here is good and I settle in—and it’s also the place where I am sure Perry will look for me. I haul out my cock and stroke, adding a drop of lube so I don’t chafe. Men come by, take a gander at it and leave. A guy in his 40’s sits across the padded table from me. He takes out his cock of only slightly smaller size, but with foreskin. We jerk to the threeway on the screen—glancing at each other. Finally, he comes over and kneels. He takes me in his mouth. “You have lube on it, don’t you?” I nod and tell him why, not really apologizing as it has barely any taste at all. But he goes back to his seat and strokes. In the next ten minutes, two different men spend time on my cock and don’t notice or don’t mind the taste. A guy with a football player build arrives. He’s Black, late 30’s and hung. He makes himself comfortable on the padded table, stripping down to nothing. A line of men arrive to suck his dick. He lets any and everyone have a go on it. He leans back and kisses the uncut guy. This makes the big guy ooze. I happen to know, as I’m part of the rotation of men giving him head. I stand back up and let a bear have a go on him. Uncut has stopped kissing him. I watch as he sticks the hooded cock into the football player’s mouth. The moment a dick is in his mouth his laid back attitude disappears. He becomes horny as fuck. He now jerks his dick, as he sucks Uncut, but letting the bear keep his mouth around his cockhead. It’s a hot scene—and it can’t last. Football Player erupts into the bear’s mouth. The crowd disperses. I am alone—so I move over to the better vantage point of where Uncut was sitting. In moments, I see Perry. He has brought along the Cub who was with him last time, and another bear-ish guy. Perry comes right to me, kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my balls. Fuck, he knows how to use his tongue. He finally gets to my cock, after leaving my ball sack dripping. Perry strips. He has a bear-ish body himself, with a very hairy chest and pierced nipples. He gets on all fours, with his hairy ass right by the edge of the table. I drop to my knees and begin rimming him. He groans. I groan. I love eating ass. But I really love eating the ass of a man who keeps letting me know how good I am making him feel. My cock is rampant, as my tongue pushes deeper and deeper into his hole. “Fuck me. Please.” I finally relent and stand up. There is the tiniest resistance for a moment—and then I glide in. All of me. In one steady move. Perry groans. I groan, too. I hold for a moment and begin to fuck. The bear who arrived with Perry watches, but is soon sucking a man who was stroking while he watched us. The Cub reaches under Perry and works his nipples. I fuck him hard. Then slower. And hard and long, once again. The Cub soon moves over, as a man wants to feed Perry his cock as I continue to ram into him. I love seeing his other hole full of dick. Even if it’s only for a moment. I stop, pull out and eat his ass again. His hole is so wet now. I can’t get enough of it on my tongue. But I make myself stand up and fuck him another round. Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get on his back to give his knees a break, Perry asks for a moment. I pull out and he disappears. Uncut is back—having watched the second fuck. He has brought a slim young Black man to me. The young man kneels and hungrily tastes Perry’s juices on my cock. “Fuck him,” says Uncut. “He loves big white dick.” The young man nods and strips. I get him on all fours, too, the moment he’s naked. I eat his hole as he swallows Uncut’s cock. I stand up and smear some precum of mine on his hole. “You want me raw?” I ask. He grunts an affirmative around the dick in his mouth. I press forward. My cock eases in. It inches its way into his ass. The young man stops sucking, concentrating on opening his hole for me. It works. He takes the last two inches with a sigh. He pants—and begins to suck Uncut again. I take it as my sign to fuck. I love how different he feels from the more experienced man I was just in. But he takes me like a champ. “I’m gonna cum,” say Uncut. “Feed it to him,” I bark out. “I’m gonna shoot it on his back. Use it for lube.” I look at Uncut’s smile and nod. Uncut jumps up on the table and shoots a massive load all over the young man’s back. His cum is very white on the dark skin of younger guy. When he’s shot his last jet of jizz, I pull out. I mop it up with my hand and coat my cock. “Give him my cum,” grunts Uncut. “Please…” whispers the bottom. I glide into his ass. It’s a wonderfully slippery fuck now. I love the feel of his tight ass and all that semen. It’s a mind fuck for the young man. He begins jerking himself wildly. In moments, he unloads all over the table. “Please, you have to stop…” I do. But I don’t let him move until I have felched some of Uncut’s load out of his hole… (Lots more to come next time.) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 12, 2023

I find it amazing that Indianapolis has held on to two bathhouses.

As some others have said, guys come to the playroom for my big cock, but they come back for my dirty mind.

Jackson—December, 2022 Kyle, the transman I met at the bookstore, gave me his number the day we met. We compared notes enough to learn that he really liked showing off at a sex venue. Work sometimes allowed him to get away for some play, but he wouldn’t know ahead of time. I am not a great ‘drop everything for sex’ guy, but I agreed he should text me whenever he was headed this way for some more of my cock. On the last Friday of the month, I got a text from him. I had just time to change clothes and get in the car to meet him at noon. He must be running late. There are only a few men in the place. I check the gay room and the trans room with the medical table—he’s not there. All the booths and curtained cubicles are standing empty. Two men are sitting in the straight porn corner. One of them is a tall regular who loves to get fully naked. He keeps offering the other man watching the porn some head, and is continually refused. I leave them to it and go sit in the gay room. I stroke to the better than average (for here) porn. A good-looking man with thick grey hair comes in. We nod to each other as he sits in the chair and not next to me on the couch. He pulls out a nice seven incher, as hard as I am. Do I wait for Kyle? I wonder. Naw. I am pretty sure he would be on that dick if the roles were reversed. In the time it takes me think this, the man has gotten up and knelt in front of me. His mouth covers my cock. Damn, he’s good. And I tell him so. I lean back and enjoy his mouth. Kyle shows up in the doorway. He grins and nods and goes on down the hall to the medical table. I wait for a moment before I thank the guy and go into the trans porn room. Kyle is stripped down, but keeps an unbutton flannel shirt on, with the coolness of the room. He is ready and goes to his knees when he sees me. “Let me suck that cock you got all wet for me.” He takes me deep into his throat. I let him do the work for a bit, then grab the back of his head and fuck his face. His scruffy beard feels terrific on my balls. I pull out, leaving him panting. “Missed that. I need you to fuck me hard.” I nod and indicate the table. I pull out the stirrups to get his legs comfortable. I kneel and spend a few moments on his T-cock, dipping down occasionally, and licking back up to the extended nub. I am so ready to fuck. I stand and enter him. Kyle pants and tells me to plow him hard. I begin thrusting, building rapidly. The table groans and bounces a little on the concrete floor. The grating sound acts like some sort of alarm bell—there is sex happening. And guys come to watch. The first in is the naked guy. He grunts his approval as he comes to the side of the table. His hard cock is gobbled down by Kyle. Two more men, the man at the straight porn and my sucker watch from the doorway, one groping and one stroking. Naked guy can’t take his eyes off my cock fucking Kyle. He’s had it twice himself but it must be very different to see it in action than feel it. “I’m gonna shoot. You want it?” Kyle gulps out a yes, but Naked Guy pulls out of his mouth and strokes himself off, covering Kyle’s face, beard and three stray shots nearer me. He stands there panting, watching Kyle lick up his cum, at least all his tongue can reach. My hand swabs up the spunk near me. I pull out of Kyle and announce “I’m gonna fuck your jizz into him.” I cover my cock with the load on my fingers and push back into Kyle’s very wet front hole. Kyle’s eyes get big. He groans out a “Yes…” and Naked Guy shakes one more drop out of his cock on Kyle’s arm before taking off. My sucker comes closer to watch the fuck. I invite him to use either hole, but he is very content just to stand and watch. A new man comes in, pushing past the spectator still in the doorway. He’s my age and height, with a handsome face. He’s mostly bald, the rest of his grey hair is cropped close to the scalp. He stands on the side Naked Guy has vacated. “Daddy, let me suck your cock,” Kyle pleads. The guy unzips. He is above average—long and thin. He let’s Kyle have his way with his dick, as he watches me pound into Kyle. I look up at him and smile. He nods, watching me fuck away. “Do you want a turn?” He looks indecisive. And then nods. I pull out and make way for him. Kyle locks eyes with him as he pushes in. I stroke for a minute, before giving Kyle my cock to clean. “Fuck this is hot,” the new guy grunts. “Load me,” Kyle murmurs around my dick. I pull out so he can say it again. Louder. This turns on the fucker even more. “I want to,” he says as his hips smack into Kyle, “but I’m not there yet.” Then to me: “Let me watch you some more.” He pulls out and we switch. His wet cock goes in Kyle’s mouth. I sink into an even wetter hole. I fuck. The table rocks. We switch again. This time, when the guy is ready for a change, I clean his cock. I savor the juices. I go back in. Kyle reaches down and rubs. In moments he is bucking on the table with the force of his orgasm. I go to my knees to help clean up some of the squirt. The guy’s cock is drooling as he strokes to all this. Kyle looks at his watch. His time away from work is running out. We have a quick hug, the three of us. Kyle leaves. “That was hot,” says the other top. “And to think I was a true Gold Star Gay until minutes ago—but this was the perfect way to lose that…” He unbuttons his shirt. He has a great defined and hairy chest. He drops his trousers, too. “I want that cock of yours in my ass.” He takes Kyle’s place on the table. I kneel and rim him. His ass is just as hairy as the first one in my mouth today. “Lots of lube, please.” I grease up as I eat, stand and fuck him. Slow and deep. Deep and hard. Rocking the table. We get a new batch of watchers. One of them leans over sucks the guy as I fuck. We pause. The guy gets up and bends over to suck the man who was sucking him. I take the opportunity to fuck him bent over. My strokes make him take the suck he’s sucking even deeper. Finally, we break. He tells me he wants my load in a little bit. We both wander. I never see him again. I am blue balled—but that’s fine. Tomorrow is NYE and I have a day of sex planned… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Febraury 9, 2023

Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022 We celebrated: Christmas, two birthdays and an anniversary. I wrote some and read more. Rudy and I had left it open on whether we would meet again. It would have to be on his coming home travel day. But it was an early flight—and he was very horny after the time with his aging parents. I agreed I’d love to take his ass again… I am fucking Rudy in his sling. My pelvis is hitting his upturned ass on every stroke. Hitting it hard. Making a hot sounding wet thwack with each thrust. I pull out and beat my hard cock on his cock cage. I shove it back into his slightly open hole and fuck him, just as hard, again. I pull out. This time I go down on my knees. I taste how my cock has opened him up. He is making lube like crazy. I spit it back into his hole. I grease up my hands as I continue teasing what was once a pucker with my tongue. I pull back and slip four fingers into Rudy. He takes me easily. Soon he has the whole hand. Out. In. Out. In, Open the fist… I do the same with my right. And we take a quick break. I ask if he liked the speculum. He did. I want to use it on him in a different position this time. I look at his fuck bench, but it’s not a great height for me with my long legs. I suggest all fours on the bed. Rudy grabs some sort of exercise cushion that he leans on for support. His ass is a perfect height now for either my cock or my fists. But I start with my tongue. Of course. Eating his now looser hole makes my dick drool. I spit one last time in his hole and lube up the speculum. He seems more relaxed with it this time. I open it slowly, taking time to tease his prostate after each crank. One more turn and it’s wide enough to add my cock. PIC “You want my dick in there?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I slide in. It never gets old. I love the mix of soft ass and hard stainless steel. I fuck him for a long time. I take pictures for him so he can see his hole stretched. And all mine. I put down the camera and fuck him again. The speculum comes out. I grease up my hands anew. On his knees, his ass feels totally different to my left as it worms its way into his guts. It slithers all the way in. I pull back slightly and open my fingers. I explore his second hole, the bend, with just the merest touch of my fingertips. I have never been so deep in this man. He pants. And thanks me. I slowly pull out and repeat it all. Still with the left. This time I can rotate my hand a little while inside—driving him wild and making him babble. Now I try the right. I’m in easily. I do the pull back and open. It doesn’t feel as natural to either of us. I slowly pull out and go exploring again with the left… * We are leaning against the head board. Letting him rest his legs. Talking of this and that. “Daddy, I want to try sitting on your hand.” I nod. We have done this in other years and it was intense. I re-grease and lie flat. My upper left arm away from my body and my forearm sticking up. He kneels, straddling my fingers and slowly work his way down. He stops, somewhere in the middle of my forearm. We are both panting. Rudy leans down and kisses me. The kiss is electric. It completes the circuit. We are joined in the most intimate way… It can’t last long. I let him move when he needs to. He rolls off me. We lie together, holding each other. “I think my hole is stretched for the day.” I nod. “But I can still take cock. I want your load.” We choose to stay on the bed. He lies on his back now, a pillow under his ass. It’s the perfect height for my dick. I kneel and wipe off excess J-lube. I hear him removing the cock cage. I eat him out again. His hole feels totally different again to my exploring lips and tongue after the latest stretching. My cock is aching to unload. I am making pre-cum like a teenager. I need to fuck him. Now. I stand up. He is just replacing the cap to his poppers. My cock slides in. “Fuck me.” I have to work to make myself start slowly. “Breed me.” I begin to pump faster and faster. “Make me your baby boy.” The sound of my hips smacking into him is even wetter sounding now, after all the play. “Knock me up!” I am so damn close. I look at him beating his meat in time to my every thrust. “Give me your cum…” “FUCK!” I grunt out—and unload, blast after blast, inside him. Rudy’s eyes glaze and his own cock fires all over his chest. I stay deep inside. Still connected, letting my cock ooze ever last drop into his ass, I lean down. I slurp a tiny bit of his jizz—and feed it to him… The original has a picture of the speculum in his hot ass: From My Side of the Sling: Rudy Wants More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 3, 2023

From a top's perspective.... I want you to concentrate on the guy in your ass. I do love the look of a spit roast--but that guy in your mouth is really just getting his dick wet for his turn in your hole. I also really get off on the rotation of holes--so you can taste your ass on my cock, while the one you just got wet, is now pummeling you. And a note to tops who add their cock to your mouth as I'm fucking: Don't pull the bottom towards you and off my dick. It's not about you...yet. Move closer to us. Get your dick wet and then give him a load for me to fuck in on round two or three.

Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022 I made it home after the snow storm and group play (of the last post) with relative ease. The roads were bad, but there was no more snow coming down. I rested up. I needed to as, for the first time since lockdown, I was going to see my brother and his partner in New Jersey for the holidays. They had been living a very sheltered, stay at home life with Covid. I decided, to help their peace of mind, to drive in, avoiding two airports and a packed plane. There was that major holiday storm coming, so I went a day earlier than I’d planned. I took two days to get there. This ended up being great—as I also caught my one reliable sex partner in Jersey before he went home to see his family. I walked over to his apartment on my second day in Jersey… Rudy opens the door. We hug. He hasn’t changed since I last saw him in 2019—or if he has, it’s for the better. He is now( a very young looking) 50. The dirty blond hair is cropped short. His red jock pouch is full—and the straps are framing his fairly hairless ass perfectly. We chat as I shed my clothes. I put my boots back on. My cock is already contorting the used, stained fabric of my jock. He has both the sling and bench set up in his bedroom. He hops in the sling, after giving me a glass of water. I put it on the side table and kneel. He has stirrupped himself easily, before I can offer to help. I look at his ass for a moment before my tongue connects with his hole. Fuck, he tastes good. I begin getting reacquainted with his ass. “Daddy—you are making my butt feel soooo good. Are you going to try to stick your big cock in me?” He natters on, jerking and huffing poppers as I get his ass good and wet. I stand up and enter his hot hole. The chatter stops the moment I fill him completely. He pants. I hold—and begin to fuck. “Damn, I’ve missed this dick.” I grin and keep on plowing. He huffs some poppers and tells me again how good he is feeling. I finally stop fucking and kneel again to taste his hole—and feel with my lips and tongue how the lips of his ass have loosened up. I spend a long time rimming him. And even longer on another fuck. “I brought a toy with me,” I tell him. “Can I crank you open with my speculum?” He nods—eagerly. I grease it up. It slides in easily after the two fuckings. I crank him open. Slowly. Letting him really feel how each turn of screw widens his ass. I use my index finger to play with his prostate. Another turn—and two fingers find his hidden pleasure zone. “Soooo good,” he croons. It’s wide enough. I stand up and my cock slips into the speculum. Rudy’s eyes grow big. He can’t believe I am fucking him with the device in place. I fuck him relentlessly. I pull out and carefully crank it shut. I lube my hands and get my left into him before he has time for poppers. He takes me with such ease he holds off from huffing them so he can revel in the stretch. The right takes a little work. But I am soon in him. I trade off on my hands. I stand and add my cock while the left hand is deep inside him. This time he grabs the poppers and becomes very vocal. “Jack off in me, daddy. Fill me with your cum…” But I don’t. We break. Lying side by side on the bed. I drink my water; he drinks red wine. We talk much more now about all the changes in our lives since we last saw each other. But soon he has crawls over and sits on my face. I love the full weight of him on me as I lick out his used hole. I mumble “Ride my cock.” Amazingly he can understand me. He gets off my face and settles his saliva leaking hole onto my rampant dick. Facing me, he slides down to my balls. Groaning. And moaning about how good he feels. His cock is hard again now. He grabs it and begins to jerk as he rides my cock. Up and down. So high up, I worry I will slip out. Rudy is now pounding himself down on me. And talking his dirtiest as he does so. Suddenly his dick goes off. I am showered with a huge load of semen. Covered. I mop some off me and up to my mouth. Rudy is quivering—not quite believing he has shot his load. We settle back down, after a quick wipe down, to more sipping and talking. I remember him as a one and done kind of guy—but not tonight. Fifteen minutes later he is sucking my cock, still on the bed. “I think I can take your hand again.” “Good.” “And I want your load in my ass.” “Even better.” We go back to the sling. I spend some time with my face in his wet ass as his cock wakes back up. “Fuck me, please. Hard.” I stand up and do just what he asks. Long, hard strokes. Every thrust. I grease my hands as I fuck him. Barely missing a beat, I pull my cock out and slide my left hand into him. I add my cock alongside it. “That’s right. Jerk in me.” I fuck, my cock gliding through my fingers deep in his ass. I have never shot this way—and I want to. I’m so close. “Pound me! Fuck this cum hole.” I work my hand out. I want to fuck him harder than I can in that position. The moment my cock goes back in—hard and deep—Rudy spurts a second load. It’s much smaller, but it still covers his hairy balls, clinging to them. I swab some up, cover my cock with his spunk on a backstroke and fuck it into him. In just a few more thrusts I unload deep in his hot ass…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “That’s Right. Jerk in Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 1, 2023

Grand Rapids—December, 2022 I got the email. Finally! The host of the group play evenings was starting it up again. In October, we had had a small version at someone else’s house, but now the host was ready to try a full group at his home. I agreed to bring the rimseat and the fuckbench. And then the snow started to fall. I left early, but the farther north I went, the more snow hit my windshield. Speeds went from already slower to what seemed like a crawl. I got off the highway and the suburban streets had not seen any kind of plow. I managed to park on a side street that was covered in snow. I had still managed to get there right at the start time. I clomped my way into his house, leaving all the equipment in the car. A dozen men were in the living room. The host told me to not bother with the stuff—to just strip down and have fun. I managed both—but I have to admit it took the first hour to really get my mind off the snow and onto the play. Hear are some of my best moments… Ten men ring the sling. Half kneeling/half standing. I am getting head by a series of men. First by a bigger bear. Then by the young boyfriend of the man standing next to me. Now the host. The men on their knees crawl from one hard cock to the next, sampling us all. There are also four men in the other room on the bed. We hear two asses being pummeled as our cocks are slicked up with spit. Soon enough, the young boyfriend is in the sling. His partner fucks him briefly, inviting all of us to take a turn. I need some time to get in tune with myself—so I let others go first. I am happy to watch—and to go to my knees each time another man pulls out of the ass on offer. I clean the assortment of dicks pulled out of the slinged hottie, enjoying the young man’s ass juices second hand. When the others have all fucked him and I am done slurping on the last cock, I crawl over and bury my face in the kid’s freshly fucked hole. He is a great self luber—I can’t stop licking his tasty juices. His partner is jacking himself harder and harder as I rim. Suddenly he reaches out and pushes my face into the ass in front of me. He holds me there. My cock reaches full hardness as I lick, barely able to breathe. He releases me, I pull back and pant for air—before I stand and give the kid the hardest fuck so far tonight. I pound him, making the chains groan. I love that the bottom’s partner is the one to clean my cock… * More guests have arrived. There are now likely 18 to 22 men in the house—and I only know a couple of them. I am on the bed watching a tall, thin man fuck while I get head from the same bottom. The top is half my age. Our cocks are incredibly similar—much to the pleasure of the man on all fours who has both of us. The top’s stamina is amazing—not in holding off from cumming (I have him beat there)—but in how long he can rail into an ass without getting remotely winded. He finally pulls out. The bottom spins—so he cleans the cock that just fucked him while I go into his ass, my cock covered in the guy’s spit. I fuck, deliberately slower than the other top. Long, deliberate strokes that make the bottom shudder. When I finally stop, he spins again. The young top slips into the puffy hole and gives him another blistering fuck… * The handsome, younger partner of the host, who I first met in October, pulls me aside. “I have a question for you,” he says softly. “What?” “You know I’m mostly top, right?” I nod. He looks away, turn back and says: “Will you eat my ass again?” Now I wish I had brought the rimseat inside. But we find a corner of the bed where he can kneel and I can work my tongue as deeply into his butt as I can get. He groans and keeps telling me how good it feels. I love his taste, the hair around his hole, and how it is blossoming open. I eat and spit and eat and lick. I pull his super hard cock back so I can swab the leaking head, collecting all of his precum on my tongue. He suddenly figures out that I am lubing his hole with his own juices. He lets out the most dick hardening noise I’ve ever heard. My tongue drills into him, again and again. At one point I stand up and slap my cock on his wet ass crack. I fuck the length of the cleft. I poke at his hole—wondering if he will tell me to go in. He doesn’t. He just moans. I, just as happily, go back to tongue fucking him… * Most of the guys have gone down for food. The young Tall Top is on the bed. He is drilling the guy who was the first one in the sling. He fucks him on all fours. On his side. On his back. I put my cock in the bottom’s mouth when the position allows it. Now the top is on his back. The bottom rides him, taking every inch of the big cock with ease. I watch and stroke. “Oh, fuck,” he groans as he bounces up and down. Suddenly, he sprays cum everywhere. He gets off quickly and runs to find his partner. The Tall Top lies there, surprised. And covered in semen. “Is there a towel?” he asks. I have a better idea. I lick up the spunk. Off his knee caps. Off his thighs. Off his balls. And I take his cock to the hilt. It is thinner and with the just the slightest curve that makes him easy to swallow. He grins in a happy daze and calls me a [banned word]… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 29, 2023

And with an ass that looks like that you should have a great time at SW!

Jackson—December, 2022 It was a Monday, just before the middle of the month. I had all the time in the world. I’d made my reservations for my holiday drive to New Jersey to see my brother. (For the first time since Covid hit.) I had even started packing—and I wasn’t leaving for a few days yet. What I needed to do was get my balls emptied before the trip. I decided to go to the bookstore with the new remodel. I packed a lunch and arrived right around noon… There is a decent crowd. I cruise each area—and there is a man watching porn at each station. I hear a couple having oral sex behind the drape of one of the curtained cubicles. I sit where I can see a straight, gay and trans screen all at the same time. In moments I have a man with thinning gray hair on my dick. He seems to love the head of my cock. I use my hand to guide him down the shaft. He chokes—but is totally turned on by it. He does it again and again, without any help from me. I see a short man approach us. He has just a fringe of brown hair around the sides of his head. He takes out his cock as he sees me getting sucked. I hunker down in the chair, reach for his thick dick and guide it into my mouth. He sighs as I mimic what the other guy is doing to my cock. Bald Man pulls out of my mouth with a “I don’t want to cum yet.” The guy sucking me thinks I must have said it, so he gets up and moves back to his chair. I use the break to go piss. I wander back and sit in the same chair. Everyone seems to have gone to the trans or gay areas. I sit and stroke a little. Just as I’m ready to see what is going on at the other end of the room, I hear the front door open. I sit back down. The new arrival sits across from me. He is a good deal younger anyone else here today. Late 30’s to early 40’s. Hair has thinned—but has a great beard. He can’t take his eyes off my dick. I smile. He smiles. He wastes no more time. He gets up and kneels between my splayed legs. He devours my dick. Damn, it’s technically the same actions, but this guy is so much better than the one before. I groan, letting him know how good it feels. He goes for my balls, too. Then back to up and down the shaft. Finally, he pulls off. “You fuck with that thing?” I nod. He moves to let me stand. His shoes are kicked off and jeans are dropped on them. He bends, supporting himself on the seat of the chair. I kneel behind his hairy ass. My tongue finds his hole. I go to caress his balls as I burrow in. There aren’t any. Well, fuck. There’s no dick either. My cock leaks cum as I realize I’m rimming a Transman. It’s been almost 10 years since I made the Trans porn—and I have always wanted to meet someone again. And here I am, about to sink my dick into him. I stand up. I aim for the front hole and bury myself inside. “Soooo big,” he croons. “Fuck me with that big dick.” This brings Bald Man back. He sees me fucking. “Let him suck you,” I bark out. Seeing two dicks fuck into two holes makes me pump faster. Suddenly Bald Man pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the chair. My guy stands up, pulling me out. It’s just as well, I have been having to do pretty deep knee bends to stay in him. I suggest we use the exam table in the other room. He grabs his clothes. I don’t bother trying to cover my throbbing cock—and we both walk half naked to the other end of the play area. “I love playing in public,” he tells me enroute. I agree. “I’m Kyle, by the way.” I murmur mine. At the table, the rest of his clothes come off, revealing a very hairy chest. I help get his feet in the exam stirrups. Then I kneel and find his T-cock. My mouth is very busy. “Eat me out, daddy.” I do, using every trick I know. I occasionally dip down to lick his front hole, too. Then back up. The grey-haired guy, who had sucked me earlier, comes over to watch. It takes him a moment to figure it all out—and then his cock erects for the first time that day. He strokes to me giving him oral. He really beats his meat as I stand up to fuck. This position is so much better for both of us. Kyle’s gruff voice eggs me on. “Fuck me hard, no mercy.” He reaches for the Grey-haired guy’s dick to suck it. Instead, with a big groan, the guy shoots, splattering it on the floor to the side of us. Bald Man comes in, just at that moment. He may have shot 20 minutes ago, but he is still hard. He comes over and happily gives Kyle a cock to suck as I fuck his front hole. “You want a turn here?” I ask Bald Man. He nods. We switch places. “You going to give me another load?” Kyle pants out. “Gonna try!” He fucks with quick, shallow strokes. I will him to shoot—I really want to felch his load. My cock is being sucked by Kyle. “Keeping daddy hard,” he mumbles around my fleshy mass. Bald Man pulls out. “I can’t. I have nothing left.” I kneel and clean his cock. Then I stick my tongue deep into Kyle’s front hole. I lap for a long time, then I stand and fuck. “Load me.” I want to. And I wish he hadn’t said it—as my impending orgasm recedes. I go to my knees. I suck his T-cock. “That is going to make me cum. I’m a squirter, so you better move fast…” I just keep going. I have seen so much squirt porn and have never found someone in real life who does it. I don’t move. Kyle’s body bucks and he’s there. Fluid is flying into my mouth. Lots of it. As big as a small piss load. Kyle groans. I keep going. Mouthing the wet T-cock. “Daddy, I’m gonna do it again…” And he does. In my mouth. On my face. In my beard. Some even makes it to the floor. I stop stroking and let it pour off my chin. I stand and fuck some more, hoping this might take me over the edge. So close, but not quite. Soon, Kyle has to leave. He’s incredibly sorry he can’t stay for my load, but he’s out of time. He’s just here on a work break. We exchange numbers. The rest of my time there is totally overshadowed by Kyle. Did I get off with someone? I have no idea. I do know that I have checked off another item on my sexual bucket list. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: My Bucket List Gets Smaller (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 26, 2023

I love to fist...but I always want to include my dick, not just my hand. (And only sometimes both at the same time.) Get on PrEP.

Four of the five FTM's I have fucked have told me the same thing. They weren't ready for how the testosterone made them constantly horny--but grew to love it!

Near Home—December, 2022 I didn’t do anything sexual for a full week after the CumUnion party with Osvaldo. I was sated. I monitored myself for exposures of all sorts. And was quite content to stay at home with a good book. I was ready to play again by the next Saturday. I went for an afternoon session at the bookstore. Historically, this was a busy time… The parking lot is all but bare. I think about just heading home. But I remind myself that all it takes is just one man. I park and go in. No one is in the gay theatre. There are two men in the straight one. A man who looks vaguely familiar is in the cocksucker’s seat. A man I don’t recognize is sitting in the seat in front of the regular. He is my age, or maybe a little less. He carries some extra weight. His hair is cropped close and he has a tightly trimmed beard. He’s hot. And he is really enjoying the movie. He is masturbating a good looking seven incher. I sit across the makeshift aisle from him. He nods to me as I sit down. I nod back, pleased he acknowledged me. We watch the screen. I dig my cock out. It is a good three hole hetro film. There is movement behind me. The guy in the cocksucker’s seat is on his feet and coming our way. He looks first at the new guy. Obviously, he wants fresh meat, too. SevenIncher shakes his head. Cocksucker turns to me. I shrug. He goes to his knees and takes me deeply into his mouth. SevenIncher looks surprised. Before long, he’s watching me get sucked just as much as the hard driving sex on the screen. I notice my Cocksucker is beating his own dick as he sucks. He tries for a deep throat and sprays his load between my boots. He mutters something and takes off. We watch the movie. “That was hot,” SevenIncher says, glancing at my wet dick. “I’m surprised.” “At what?” “That you let him do that. I couldn’t.” I turn to him. “Couldn’t what? Let your dick be sucked? Or suck a guy?” “Neither.” He goes silent. Then: “Sure not in public.” I am quiet for a long moment. “You like your cock sucked?” He’s surprised. “Yeah, my wife is pretty good.” Pause. “I’ve heard guys are better.” “Our mouths are bigger, less chance of teeth. And we know what feels good on our own dick—so we do that.” He thinks about that. “That makes sense.” Silence. Just the sounds of our wet, slick dicks being stroked. “Do you suck dick?” His voice is softer now. Almost a whisper. I turn to look at him. “Sure.” A beat. “You want me to?” “I dunno. Not here.” “Nobody cares. And nobody’s here.” We lapse into silence, stroking our cocks. “Ok.” This is a whisper. “Are you just gonna kneel here? What if someone comes in?” “Why don’t you stand here to the side—if we hear the door, you can just step away.” He likes this idea. He takes a deep breath and comes over, his cock held firmly in his hand. I hunch down a little in my chair to be at the right height. He stands ready. I look up at his face—it’s a mix of need and fear. I open and take him into my mouth. He lets out a low hiss of pleasure. My lips are tight on his shaft and my tongue is working madly all over the underside of it. I take him all the way down my throat, twice, before I pull off and lick his tight, pulled up testicles. “Damn…” he breathes. I go back down on him. “Oh, fuck, no!” he whispers. And he pulls his cock out of my mouth and showers the linoleum. “I swallow,” I blurt out. “Let me clean you off.” But he is already stuffing it into his khakis. “That was amazing,” he whispers and goes. I look at the wasted load on the floor. It looks very white, pooling on the dark floor. I go back to stroking. I don’t see anyone else all night. And I have never seen him again. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I've Heard Guys Are Better..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 14, 2023

Of course.

And here in west Michigan, I still am, occasionally, at both the bookstore and bathhouse. Always by men who are my age or older, who just don't know any other way and have no idea there are better options now.

Unfortunately, there are many older men in less urban areas of the US whose sex education peaked around 1997-2005. They barely know what PrEP is...

I met and played with him at a small sex party during a CLAW weekend. The two of us topped all the other guys there--but then Bryan asked for me to fuck him as well. A nice man--you could just tell by how he interacted with everyone. And talented--he showed me his latest artwork as we were cleaning up. RIP.