FelchingPisser

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

Thanks! It was a great event!!

Thanks, again! I hope we do!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfect!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A rose bud pump will certainly help.

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

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

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

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

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

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