FelchingPisser

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have had that pleasure. He's a great fuck!

Sorry to hear this--but I'm glad you posted. It needs to be said on this forum.

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.