FelchingPisser

Thank you. I still enjoy sharing my exploits after these years. (And there is a special heat for hook-ups with some frozen cum...)

My Playroom—March, 2023 Sometime before I went off on my sex weekend (that included breeding Keshawn) I had heard from Jack. He is the man around my age who is fairly new to gay sex—and is making up for lost time by embracing good pig play. We set up a time to rut. In the course of our texting, he told me he was eager and had done what I suggested. ‘What was that?’ I asked in the next message. And then I remembered, before I got his reply. I had, in the course of my last session with him, mentioned that if he was a jerker, he could freeze his loads for our mutual pleasure. I hoped I was right. My phone dinged, but all he would tell me was that he’d be bringing me something special. So, on a Friday afternoon, late in March, Jack showed up with a coffee cup. Inside, packed in ice, was a condom… He hands it to me, right at the front door. “Five loads,” he says. “All your own? Or from others?” “All mine.” We go down to the playroom. I am already in the jock I’m destroying for a bud and with boots, all covered by my robe. I set the cup down on the toy shelf for later, first making sure there is enough ice to keep the devil’s dick solidly frozen. I watch him strip. He’s in a hurry. The moment he’s naked, he kneels at the foot of the fuckbench. I surprise him by handing him my phone. I ask him to snap a picture of the jock, so the owner can see the results of my constant wear during my play time. PIC He snaps away. I move closer to him, take the phone out of his hands and toss it on the bed. My jock pouch rubs his face. He inhales deeply and begins mouthing the loosely woven cloth. He is hungry. My cock is swelling. He licks at it, loving that the flavored fabric is between his tongue and my engorging cock. Finally, the pouch can no longer contain all of me. I yank it to the side and let Jack get to my dick for the first time today. He sucks me all the way down before coming back up to my piss slit. He holds the shaft of my cock with his left hand and just concentrates on licking the opening. Burrowing in. He must be getting some precum, for he is moaning softly. The moment his hand releases me, I fuck his face. Hard. He chokes once—and that only inspires him to ask for more. I do it again. He does not choke this time. I pull out of his mouth and turn. I thrust my butt cheeks into his face. He hungrily burrows in to find my hole. He grunts, relishing the musk of the four hours since the morning shower. I turn back around, knowing he’ll have lots more time to lick my ass later. “Get up on the bench, I want to do that to you.” Jack scrambles up. The bench spreads his cheeks for me as he gets comfortable. I dive in. I love the fresh taste of his hole. Soon it will reek of me, my sweat, my piss, my cum, his cum… I stop stroking my cock at that thought—and redouble my efforts at opening his hole. His pucker loosens. I stand up and insert my cock. The head goes in with the tiniest bit of effort. Jack relaxes, takes a hit of his poppers and I slide the rest of the way in. Every inch, buried in his hot flesh. I fuck, slow and long. “Make me feel it,” he pleads. I build the tempo. Really plowing into him. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He groans and licks me clean. I spit on my cock as I return to his ass. I fuck him with just our mingled spit for lube. “Fuck me,” he groans. Once again, he cleans my cock. When I return to his used hole this time, I piss on it. Jack groans again. I can’t stop. My clear piss runs down his crack and onto the towel under the bench. I kneel and lick his fucked hole clean of piss. I spit on my cock, and fuck him again… * I get him up off the bench after he cleans my piss flavored cock. He’s sure he is going to the sling and get his loads into his butt. I surprise him by getting into the sling myself. “Eat my ass.” He goes to his knees and begins licking me with such an intensity I have to ask him to start a little less aggressively. He backs off. I use the poppers I keep in my freezer just for his visits and his tongue inside me. I let him lick and slobber all over my hairy crack. I try to piss for him, but I’m dry. He tries to add some piss to the mix, too, a little later, but it’s not happening today for him. I am more than content with just his incredibly eager tongue working my ass lips. We switch places. I get his ankles in the stirrups and eat his hole. And fuck it. And have him lick up all those juices. As I pull out of his mouth, I spit in it. Jack groans and swallows. I pick up his coffee cup, and holding it where he can see it, remove the condom with the five loads. It is still solid—a large mass of off-white cum. I snip it open, just under the knot he’s tied in it. I hold it to his swollen ass lips and turn the condom inside out, pushing the frozen nugget of cum into him in one smooth maneuver. Jack pants—it has to be damn cold. I kneel and lick up the slime trail of cum the frozen mass left, as the outer layer melted on contact. I drool it down to my cock, stand up and push into him. I can feel the frozen cum nugget about four inches into him. I fuck it deeper, very aware of the melting devil’s dick as it drips on my penis and warms back to body temperature. I fuck him. I bring it to his mouth. He loves the taste of all the mingled juices now in his hole. He cleans me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and lick up a drip. I spit it on his hole and fuck it back into him. Once more, at the end of the fuck, I share my cum covered cock with him. He licks me clean and swallows it all hungrily. I go back to his ass and make sure to wipe up a small cum drip with the pouch of the jock. As I fuck yet again, I have lost the feel of fucking in a load. I grab the speculum. This is new to Jack. But he’s eager. With him cranked open, my finger touches his prostate repeatedly. I do find more cum. He licks my finger clean. PIC I fuck with the device in place. My cock is wet, not cummy, but he still enjoys the flavor, once I stop. I remove the speculum and see the cup where I left it. I take an ice cube. I insert it in his slightly gaping hole. I add my cock. I push it deeper. The melting water cleans him up. My cock, when I pull it out, has a nice mix of water and the remaining cum from in his ass. Jack swallows me down, moaning, and telling me how good I taste. “I think you need some fresh cum in your hole.” “Yes, Sir.” “You want me to shoot in you?” I ask rhetorically, as I slide into his well-used mancunt. “Please, Sir. I want to take your load home.” I begin to fuck. “You gonna keep it in you?’ “Yes, Sir!” I pump a little harder. “Really?” “I might taste some, Sir, when I get home and…” the sentence trails off into his panting. I am pumping hard and fast. “Take a hit of poppers.” I slow down as he unscrews the cap. The moment it’s back on, I am back to slamming into him with all my strength. In moments, I’m there. I shoot five days of built up cum into him. Jack takes it all… And takes it home, unshowered, like a good pig… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Brings a Cup of Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 21, 2023

Indianapolis—March, 2023 After my bookstore adventure on Saturday, I drove to Kokomo to stay the night. It was an easy drive into Keshawn’s the next morning. I arrived right on schedule—and well rested. I had brought the sling. I was just beginning to set it up as another man walked up the steps and into the living room. Fred was around 35 to 40, white, and a big guy. He told me that he had been bottoming for a long time and had just begun topping again. He and Keshawn obviously knew each other quite well—they sat and caught up as I got the sling assembled. Keshawn turned on some porn to play on his huge screen television—and we all stripped down… Keshawn and Fred are standing chest to chest—and kissing. Deeply. Passionately. I go down on my knees and pull Keshawn’s full butt cheeks apart. My tongue begins to squirm into his hole. I hear him groan into Fred’s mouth. Fred reaches down and grabs Keshawn’s cheeks for me, spreading them wider. Now I can really tongue fuck him. Keshawn’s massive cock goes from aroused to super hard. I stand up, and, with Keshawn holding on to Fred’s shoulders, I enter him for the first time during this session. He whimpers and buries his head in his hands. Fred now holds Keshawn—and tells him how hot my cock looks filling up his ass. I fuck him, slowly, reminding him of my cock. I pull out. Instantly, Keshawn goes to his knees to taste his ass juices on my dick. Fred steps forward, offering his more traditionally sized dick. Keshawn goes back and forth. I notice Fred touching his own nipples, so I take over for him as Keshawn gives each of us head, finally getting both cock heads into his mouth at the same time. I love the feel of Fred’s pre-cum smearing across my helmet head, before Keshawn licks it away. When Keshawn stands up, Fred goes down to his knees. He has a much harder job—working two dicks, big and bigger—into his mouth. He manages, just. It’s hot, maybe because he’s having so much trouble opening his mouth wide enough. I suck some too, but individually. I take Fred with ease—and feel all teeth on Keshawn’s thickness. “I need to eat your ass instead,” I tell him—and have him bend over the back of the couch. I lick his freshly fucked hole. Fred kneels next to me. I move and let him have his first taste of Keshawn’s butt. He groans. I love watching another man eat the hole I just fucked. Fred licks for a little bit more, than stands up and fucks Keshawn. Both men groan. Loudly. I work Fred’s nip. Keshawn breaks it—he wants to use the sling. Before I get his feet in the stirrups, we test the height. We take it down one link so Fred does not need to stand on the balls of his feet to fuck. Keshawn jumps back in. Fred moves to the side. “Let me see you eat his ass again.” I am happy to oblige. I hear Fred’s cock being sucked above me as I taste how wet Fred has made Keshawn’s hole. I slurp loudly as I rim. Soon enough, I stand and fuck. Keshawn stops sucking Fred, his concentration all on his hole as I push slowly into him. “Fuck him hard,” Fred murmurs. “Make him take it.” I bottom out, my full bush, and my friend’s new jock, grinding into Keshawn’s wet hole. “Fuck me,” he groans, taking a long hit of poppers. I do. Long strokes. Slow. Letting him feel every inch plowing into him. Fred walks around and stands next to me, his eyes intent on my cock cleaving into Keshawn. His hand goes down and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the fuck. I hope he might crawl under me and lick my shaft as I fuck—but he’s not quite that adventurous. I pull out, slapping my wet cock on Keshawn’s full ball sack. I push right back in. This actually causes both men to make an audible intake of breath. Keshawn’s groan fuels another popper hit. Fred kneels to be at eye level for the fuck. I fuck Keshawn faster now, pummeling his ass. Finally, I slow and go back to the deliberate strokes. I suddenly pull out—and offer Fred my cock. He cleans me—and then buries his face in Keshawn’s freshly fucked hole. I bring my cock to Keshawn’s mouth, leaning in at the side of the sling. “I’d rather eat ass, than suck cock,” says Fred, momentarily pulling off Keshawn to catch his breath. I agree with—at least with as ass like Keshawn’s in front of me. Fred stands up and plows into Keshawn. Keshawn stops sucking and locks eyes with Fred. “Damn you feel good,” Fred mumbles. “So wet.” He fucks him hard, his thick body slamming into the man in the sling. Suddenly, Fred is winded. He’s over-heating. He pulls out and sits down on the couch for a minute. I go back to eating Keshawn’s hole. I wonder if Fred might have shot, but I can’t taste any cum. Fred eventually comes back to the side of the sling to watch me fuck. He’s lost his hardon. Keshawn tries to suck him back to life. It slowly happens as his body temperature returns to normal. It might have been my fucking. It might have been the cock erecting in his mouth. Or both. Something makes Keshawn reach down and begin stroking his cock like mad. In moments he has shot all over his pubes and chest. I slow down. My hand scoops up some of his load. I pull out and smear his spunk all over my cock and push back into him. I don’t have long to get off, he’ll become too sensitive any moment. “Use all that cum,” Fred murmurs, stroking himself now. I reach down and grab Keshawn’s poppers. I really needed a little more time to plow—but maybe a hit will tip the scales. I take it. I eat his hole, tasting his load, as it drips out. I stand up, smear some more of his jizz on my cock and slide back in. Heaven. It’s a smooth glide. My pubes grind into his upturned ass. I pump. “Shoot inside him,” Fred mumbles. I am close—and it’s there. I grab the top of the sling for support and let my balls empty into Keshawn’s cum soaked ass. I let every drop seep out of me, before I go to my knees and taste our mixed loads… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 18, 2023

Northern Indiana—March, 2023 My fuck bud Keshawn had invited me down to his place. It’s a long drive, so I decided if I was seeing him on Sunday, I would just turn it into a sex weekend. I decided I would look for some cock sucking the day before, stay the night closer to Indy and see him for our Sunday afternoon fuck. It had been a long time since I’d cruised my favorite bookstore in northern Indiana, so it became my Saturday afternoon playground… The parking lot is packed. I go in. I ask for the ticket that gets me into both the booths and the cinema on the opposite side of the retail store. I prefer to play in public than in booths, so I start there. It’s dark. It takes me a moment to see I am all alone. A cuckold video is playing that is moderately hot. I sit on the built in bench and haul out my cock. The curtain parts and a man comes in. He stands against the back wall. My eyes have adjusted to the gloom. He is my age, a little chunky, with thinning hair. He pulls out his dick and strokes. He walks forward, both hands covering his crotch and sits in a chair near my bench. I go to the floor in front of him. He removes his hands. It’s a very small cock—but it’s hard. I suck him. “Careful of your teeth.” Now I am a good cocksucker. I worry about my teeth when I try to suck Keshawn’s massive cock. There is no way I have scraped this tiny little dick in my mouth. I just continue on. A guy comes in. I keep working on the dick in front of me. I hear him unzip and hear the guy I’m sucking begin to suck the newcomer. There is nothing but the sound of slurping dick and an occasional moan as we suck. “Suck my sucker.” I stand up. The new guy is also around my age and much better looking, with that chiseled, old Hollywood look. I sit back on my bench and let him go to his knees. Tiny dick sees my length for the first time as he stands up and feeds me again. “Watch your teeth,” he murmurs, even though my lips are wrapped over them. “You should fuck me.” I say nothing and just enjoy the man sucking my cock. “I really need to be fucked.” I pull off him. “Are you prepped?” “You mean that pill? No.” “I mean cleaned out.” He won’t answer that. And sits back in his chair. A young daddy type joins us. He unzips and sticks a sizeable cock in Tiny Dick’s mouth. TD sucks him, pulls off him, repeats his desire to be fucked—and the two go off to the booth area, across the store. My man pulls off me, his knees tired. I reach for his dick. “I should take a break” he says, “I don’t want to get off yet.” He leaves and I stroke a bit before going over to the booths myself. I see the young daddy headed to the bathroom to wash, scowling, his dick wrapped in paper towel. I smile to myself, glad I dodged that bullet. I cruise the booths. I pick the back one that has a glory hole in it. I leave the door unlocked and stroke to better porn, but the other men seem to be busy. When the five tokens I’ve used run out I head back to the theatre. In the smallest booth possible, I pass a hot looking guy in his late 40’s, wearing a ball cap. He has a wonderfully dark and full beard. He strokes to straight porn with the door standing wide open. But the booth is so small, no one can join him. I nod to him and continue on the theatre. I sit—and moments later, Ballcap shows up. He has come direct from the service station where he must work. He smells of oil and a good morning’s work. He stands in front of me, blocking the screen. “You suck?” I nod and go to my knees. The smell of his workday is a total aphrodisiac to me. He unzips and give me a girthy, cut dick. My mouth envelops him. He groans at the wet contact. Every movement of my lips and tongue send either a shiver through him or elicit a moan. He stands stock still and gives himself over to the pleasure. He is going to be a fast cum. I can feel it. His hairy balls are pulling up. Only now does he touch my shoulders to keep me in place for the cumshot. He fires into me a massive load of jizz. I swallow. And he seems really pleased at that. I lick him clean, my hand around the base of his cock so he can’t pull away. He is still panting, coming back to normal. “You guys know how to do it,” he murmurs as he shoves his deflated cock back into his work clothes… * The good-looking older man finds me in a booth. He kneels and gives me some great head. When his knees get tired, he stands and lets me do the same for him. I work hard for his load, but he is obviously not as close as he was before. He hears new men arrive and excuses himself. I am curious, too, so I button up and walk around. Every connected glory hole booth is now filled and you can hear guys sucking. I can’t see the man who just left me, so he must be in one of the three pairs of booths. I meander back to the cinema. A truck driver type is standing behind the low wall, jerking to the shot of a woman getting a cum facial on the screen. He sees me. He steps out. His dick is thick. And uncut. He walks right to me and touches my shoulder with just enough pressure that you know he expects me to go to my knees. I don’t disappoint. “Suck my dick, man. Take my load so I can get out of here.” Now I have to watch my teeth; he is so girthy, I can’t cover them well. And he doesn’t care. He is intent on fucking my face. He moves my head just slightly to a the left. This pleases him—he seems to go deeper into my throat. His thick hands cover my ears, holding me in place as he fucks. I worry that I can’t get enough air. I try to move away to gasp in a breath, but he won’t have it. He is close. My tongue continues to work the underside of his cock. It’s all I can manage—he won’t let me show off any of my skills. I am just a mouth to plow. “Here, sucker. Take it.” He begins to spew. It’s not as large a load as the mechanics, but it is discharged with more force. It bypasses my mouth. He shoots down my throat, until the last spurt that lands on my tongue. “Swallow it,” he hisses. I do. I begin to clean under his foreskin and for the first time he gives a moan of pleasure. Then he’s all business again, stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping up. He turns to go, but not before patting me on the shoulder. “Nice…” he mumbles and is gone… * I decided to go too. I didn’t really want to get off. I wanted to save that for Keshawn’s hot ass tomorrow. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Sex Weekend: Cruising towards Indy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 15, 2023

Chicago and Toronto are quite similar in age of building remodel. I have never been to SW in San Francsico.

You need to do this. Cumunion at Jackhammer, in their new playspace, is really nice. You are all playing in one room with a number of slings and some places to brace yourself as you are fucked. I think the room tops out at just under 100 people permitted in it. More arrived as guys left. It was a great sex party!

A rose bud pump will certainly help.

Thank you for this. It's good to know someone is reading!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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