FelchingPisser

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course.

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

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

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

Grand Rapids—December, 2022 Osvaldo desperately wanted another session with me at Cum-Union. I was happy to give him one as long as he was still fine with my playing with other men, too. He was. Eager even. He’d loved the rotation of guys in his ass and mouth. He’d enjoyed watching me fuck another. He still ached for us to find another hung top so we could double penetrate him. I told him I would come up to the first of the December Cum-Unions. I got there slightly earlier than our appointed time. I stripped in the locker room, leaving on my jock and putting my boots back on. I added my leather wrist band and slung my towel over my shoulder… I’m sitting in the movie theatre area. A man around my age, cinched into his towel, has cruised past me three times as I harden up to the video. The next pass he makes, he asks if he can suck me. I nod. He sits in the seat next to me and leans over to take me into his mouth. His skills are minimal—but it is still good warmup head. “Fuck me?” he asks, pulling off my cock. I tell him I need the first fuck of the night to be the man I’m waiting for, but to find me later in the evening. He nods, eagerly. But I never see him again. I stroke a little more. It must be close to 9pm. I get up start down the stairs. There is Osvaldo bounding up them to meet me. We hug. He leads me right to the exam table. He covers the middle of it with his towel and leans over it, presenting his voluptuous ass to me. I am on my knees, with my face buried between his mounds of ass flesh instantly. His hole is damp. I make it wet. He moans as I burrow into his pucker. It's time. I stand and slide in. Osvaldo gasps. “That’s the cock I love,” he croons, making it sound sexier with his slight Latin accent. I fuck him. Rather hard. But he’s ready—he’s pushing back on every stroke. The table squeaks as we fuck. Men come from the porn areas to watch the real thing. A grey-haired gent comes closer. He drops his towel and sticks his hardening dick into Osvaldo’s mouth. We catch each other’s eye and smile. He did this the last time we were here—and he is enjoying the spit roasting of the younger man as much as I am. I pull out and taste his hole. He is such a copious lube maker. I lick him out, offer his ass to the other man (though I know he won’t fuck him) and re-enter for another round. At least three men linger to watch us. No one else wants to actually take part. I pull out again. The other guy pats Osvaldo’s shoulder and leaves. I have him clean up my cock, leaving his ass free. No takers. So, I fuck him one more time. We break and head to the sling. It is hung (and padlocked) at a horrible angle. The foot end is on a downward slope, so the guy fucking has to be very, very short or do such deep knee bends it is unsustainable. I have brought two extra carabiners. I fasten the chains up properly. Osvaldo is now in the proper position. I kneel and rim him. An attractive guy in his late 30’s, with shaggy dark hair, comes over and openly strokes to us. I stand up and fuck. The new guy moves around to the side of the sling. Osvaldo cranes his head around so he can suck him. I fuck the wet ass hard. On his back he feels quite different. I enjoy the change. “Want to take a turn?” I ask the guy in his mouth. “To fuck him or get fucked?” “Either.” “I’d love you to fuck me.” Osvaldo nods. The two men exchange places. I am surprised that Osvaldo leans over and rims the guy. Of course, it leaves his ass at a level for me to fuck him a little more—driving his face into the brown-haired guy’s butt. Soon it’s my dick fucking him. Man, this guy is tight. He is a great change of pace. Osvaldo keeps busy during the fuck by licking the guy’s nipples. I fuck the new hole happily, until the man asks for a break. Osvaldo takes me to his room. He has a small one this time. I just fit on the bed. (I can’t believe I used to spend the night on this size ‘bed’ here in the 1990’s!) My boy for the night pulls out his camera. He films himself licking my cock. Licking my boots. Sucking my balls. Fucking him on all fours. Now I have to hold it as he rides my cock. Soon he devises a way to lean it against his backpack. It’s a much steadier shot of him impaling himself on me over and over… * We take a break. Osvaldo cruises around the whirlpool. I go try to find some head in the gloryhole area. Soon enough we are back together at the medical exam table, fucking in public. I fuck Osvaldo on his stomach. I fuck him on his back, his knees on my shoulder. I fuck the shaggy haired guy from the sling, as he clings to Osvaldo. Still as tight as fuck. Osvaldo hops off the table to clean my dick after I pull out of shaggy haired guy. When he’s tasted his fill, I bend him back over the table. I just get my dick in him when the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in this establishment walks in. He is my height, tanned and ripped from the gym. He has just enough hair on his chest to be hot, but still show off the hours of work on his pecs and abs. He has a small tat above his pec. The moment he sees us fucking, he drops his towel and begins stroking. “You can use him,” I tell the guy. “Well, fuck…” And he gives Osvaldo his cock, just a tiny bit smaller than mine, to suck. He sighs the moment it touches Osvaldo’s tongue. I slow down my plowing. They guy has a really expressive face. I swear I can tell just what Osvaldo’s mouth is doing to him, by how the guy reacts. We lock eyes. We smirk. The guy begins to face fuck Osvaldo. I pick up my fuck tempo to match him. “Can I cum in him?” “Do you want his ass?” “No.” His breath is now really ragged. “I want to feed him my load.” He pants more. “Right now!” And he shoots. Osvaldo swallows fast—but there is just too much jizz. Some spills on the floor. Osvaldo manages to catch most of the rest with his hand. I stop and come over. I take Osvaldo’s hand and smear the man’s jizz onto my cock. “I’m going to fuck some of your cum into him.” The guy, still panting in recovery, actually gasps. But his eyes are glued to my jizz covered dick entering the begging-for-it Osvaldo. Now his hole is even slicker and smoother. I fuck. I suddenly realize this is the end. I’m going to cream his hole. I collapse onto his sweaty back. I pump spurt after spurt into him. Mixing our jizz deep inside him… * It turns out, the hot guy is starting an Only Fans site. I wish him luck. He certainly has the body for it. Now I know why Osvaldo wanted to get back to his room. He needed to document it…you may want to go to the original post to see the pics he took of us there. The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/01/cum-union-osvaldo-bends-over.html January 8, 2023

West Michigan—November, 2022 Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January. I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc. It took us until November to see each other once more. I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November… We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows. Soon enough we strip down and head to the study. The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks. Derrick is naked, too. We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me. Jacob enters a few moments later. He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass. He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard. Soon enough I slip to the floor. I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear. His hairy cleft is now in front of me. I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker. He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth. “Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick. “He’s missed your dick.” I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it. I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole. He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him. I give him a moment to adjust. When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting. And I do. Slow and long. Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy. I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good. I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass. I stop. Only because I am on my knees. I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine. I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick. This is faster than usual. Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling. Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side. Jacob hops it the sling. Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position. I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out. I stand and fuck. Again, slow and almost all the way out. I lock eyes with Jacob. We see the lust in each other’s gaze. “Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick. I glance over at him. He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered. I speed up. I fuck and fuck. My hands are now greased. I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way. “I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions. It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up. Jacob can take big toys now. My left had slips into him easily. “You want me to add my dick?” As if I didn’t know the answer. He nods, panting. I pull my hand out slightly. My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move. I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him. He groans and touches himself. Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains. I pull out. My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock. I clean up his precum leakage. Now I do the right. It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand. I try to add my cock. It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly. I go back to fucking. As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys. Nothing is normal size. I discard the idea of a DP. When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves. I increase the speed. This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob. He takes it. And loves it. And he wants a breather. We get him out of the sling. Derrick gets in. “Go easy. You were the last person in me last January.” My tongue enters Derrick. I really work on relaxing his hole. My cock goes in easily. I watch his face for any pain. It’s all pleasure. I fuck him. Slowly. Deliberately. I can see it in his eyes when he wants more. And more. I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time. I switch to my hands. It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in. I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in. Jacob is standing by our side, watching me. He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there? Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand. I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers. I now work on getting my right hand in. I succeed once I add more lube. I add my cock head—but not the full shaft. I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand. This time my palms are together. I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle. I do a slight stretch out. A year ago, I could double fist him. There is no way that is happening today. I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop. Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten. I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable. It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food… The origianal is here, with links to some pictures: From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 5, 2023

Near Home—November, 2022 I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore. Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores. I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed… I go into the straight theatre first. There is not a chair to be had. I stand against the back wall. Men are groping themselves, but not stroking. I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door. There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair. A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat. I recognize him from previous visits. He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock. I know I am too old for him. Others scattered around the room look promising. I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness. The door opens. A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors. He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door. He begins to shed his puffy down jacket. But he doesn’t stop there. His shirt comes off. There is a tat in the middle of his chest. Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before. Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor. He is now naked, but for socks. He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening. As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck. He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like. He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone. I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head. The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole. Suddenly he pulls away. The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat. The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue. I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job. I can’t get enough. The man he is sucking is panting. I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole. The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy. My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor. I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not. He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face. He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew. The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now. “Let me suck your cock.” I look around. It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat. I guess his limits have expanded. I stand up and let him get my dick wet. He sucks well. He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock. His mouth tires before I do. I sit back down. An older gentleman asks to take a turn. I give him a hand so he can get to his knees. Fuck! He proves to be really toothy. All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good. I finally have to ask for a break. I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me… * I check the straight side. A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.) I go back to the gay cinema. The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting. The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked. I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth. I like we are side by side cocksuckers. “You swallow?” asks my guy. I grunt out something affirmative. I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young. My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load. This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too. The suckers are both cum whores. We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away… The room is clearing. The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves. I go back to my chair. We stroke. “I need to get out of here. You want my load?” I nod. It takes the Bear just moments to shoot. He thanks me and leaves. “That was hot.” A guy appears from the shadows. He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard. But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams. He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university. He is openly stroking a nice seven incher. I offer to suck him. “Thanks, but no. I’m just looking.” He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving. I am now alone in the room. I watch the movie. Then I do myself up and go next door. The straight room has thinned, too. The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking. I join him. He seems totally cool with this. “This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen. A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock. “That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers. We jerk in silence for a bit. I look around the room. One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone. I shrug and go next door. A regular is in the corner behind the door. We nod to each other. I stand next to him. He goes down on me—for a long time. Starting with balls and working up the shaft. The door opens. The Hipster is back. He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked. And stroking himself. I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him. The Hipster strokes faster. Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out. I help him up. His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light. I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments. I clean him up. “You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants. He pats my elbow and takes off. Hipster and I stroke. “Okay.” “Okay?” “Suck me. If you want.” I go to my knees. His cock is long and thin. I take him to the root in the first moment. “Holy fuck,” he sighs. I pull back up and tongue the head. It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!) My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric. He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day. My hand goes up them. I find fishnet-feeling underwear. Well, well. My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck. I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them. He loves this and tells me so. I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again. That’s it. He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place. As if I’m going anywhere. He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat. He wilts against the wall. I clean him up. He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive. But he lets me. And thanks me. I stand up. “I would love to see you shoot.” I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point. I lean against the wall and stroke. His hand tentatively touches my balls. And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 2, 2023

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My Playroom—November, 2022 Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November. He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later. I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig… Jack is naked when I come downstairs. He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench. I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me. Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch. I have deliberately worn a piss-stained jock. He inhales deeply before his tongue begins exploring the slightly yellowed fabric. “I want to drink your piss today,” he murmurs, before working my hardening dick out of the moist fabric and into his wet mouth. I harden instantly. I let him suck me for a long time, watching our reflection in the mirror. “I need to taste your hole.” I indicate he should get up on the bench behind him. He moves around and presents me with his full ass. I go to my knees and burrow in. His hole opens easily as I tongue him. He opens his poppers for the first time as I spit on his crack and smear it around with my tongue. As the vapor hits him, I tongue fuck him as deeply as I know how. He groans—and begins to pant. “Fuck me, Sir.” I ignore him. I am having too much fun getting his tasty hole as wet as possible. Of course, I eventually stand up and slide into him. He takes me easily at this point—one long steady glide in until my pubes grind against his upturned ass. I hold for the briefest of moments—and begin to fuck into him. Jack groans in pleasure. “Give it to me. All of it.” I am pumping him balls deep on every stroke. I slow the fuck as he inhales poppers, but pick up the speed again as I hear the cap go back on. I fuck him hard. And abruptly pull out. I walk around and feed him his dick with a “Taste your ass.” Jack loves this. He cranes around to take all of me. I fuck his face a little. I lift my left leg up and place it on the far lower level of the bench. It allows me even more depth down his throat. He gasps and sputters. I pull out of him—bringing up some deep spittle. I wrap it around my cock shaft, walk back to his ass and fuck it into him. I pull out when I feel I can piss. Just a splash up and down his thoroughly fucked ass crack. I lick up some of the piss clinging to his ass hair. I fuck some into him, before I bring my cock back to his mouth with the new flavor. He gobbles me down as before. I don’t let it go on as long. I pull almost all the way out, and feed him a splash of my piss, for the first time, right from the tap. He gurgles it down happily. We fuck some more, once with another splash of piss in the mix. “Sling time.” I get him situated in the sling with his legs in the stirrups. I spend a long time on my knees rimming, reveling in the mix of ass juice, piss, pre-cum and coconut oil lube. Jack can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him, watching me rim and spit the juices back into his hole. I stand and fuck him. A lot. His hole is slick and accommodating to every thrust. “I want to lick your butt,” Jack pants. I slow down and pull out. I go around for him to clean my cock before I help him out. I jump in the sling. I start with my boots braced against the poles. He eats me expertly—as he has every time we’ve met. Eventually, I get my boots into the stirrups, not bothering to have him stop and help. I take a hit of poppers myself, lay back and let him eat me out. “Let’s try something.” I get my left leg out of the stirrup. I ask him to unhook it. He does and I take it, sliding the stirrup to my knee, then fastening it behind me on the D ring of the sling. We do the same with the right. It tilts my ass up higher. It makes him have a better angle for tongue fucking. “I think I have some piss.” It’s a long wait, but worth it. His hot piss plays up and down my ass crack. It pools on my balls and cascades to the towel on the floor. The moment he’s done, he goes back to his knees and begins licking. He groans and mutters as he tongues me dry. I take another hit of poppers and let him enjoy my ass… * Jack is back in the sling. I am in rim/fuck/rim/fuck/rim mode. Suddenly I stop. My pandemic devil’s dick is still in the freezer. I can’t think of anyone who will enjoy it more. I go up and bring it down to him. The shot glass, with a condom lining, is full with 7 or 8 loads. All mine. I pull it out and dangle it in Jack’s line of vision. “Shove it in me, Sir. Please.” I strip away the latex. The hunk of frozen cum is already beginning to melt. I finger it up Jack’s gape. He groans. I instantly stick my dick in him. I want to feel it melt over my dick. I am not disappointed. I begin to fuck. My melting cum changes the feel of the fuck. It makes me fuck him harder, too. I do pull out and let him lick some of the melted cum from my cockhead. He slurps noisily at it, moaning as he tongues me. I fuck him again. “Rim seat.” He knows I want to eat my jizz out of him. I slide under the seat and Jack sits. His ass opens and the first drip drops onto my tongue. I poke up into him. And again. I am rewarded with the remains of the cum load. I savor it and swallow. I tongue fuck him again. I get one more drip. I smear it around his puffy ass lips. But then I open wider and suck his nether lips into my mouth. “I want to eat you on this too, Sir.” We switch. He eats my hole hungrily. Aggressively. I finally have to stand up—I am not used to so much tongue work down there. “I need to breed, anyway,” I pant. We do it in the sling. Jack lies back and I am up him instantly. This deep in his ass, I can still feel the remains of my cum. I fuck. Hard. Jack jerks himself. I am so ready to give him a load. “You want it?” I ask, looking into his eyes. “You know I do!” I fuck him harder. “Oh, fuck…” My cock swells—and I begin to spew deep in his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2022

I appreciate that. I really try to keep it just like it happens--the good, the bad, the odd...

Near Home—November, 2022 Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home. I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan. The weather stopped me. As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon. Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess. The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way home in a storm. So, I went home. I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly heavy. But Sunday dawned clear and bright. I looked out the window of the living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel. The young man my landlord employs to dig us out was just finishing up. By the afternoon, I had decided to go out. The party had been great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more. I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about… There are a few cars in the lot. I go into the gay cinema first. I discover a blow job in progress. I recognize the sucker as a regular. I don’t know the burly guy who is being serviced. I excuse myself, as the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.) I go next door. Thankfully, the video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room. I sit in the back row, unbutton and jerk. Through the grate in the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on the chair as he gets sucked. In a break from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss. I jerk. Next door, I hear the door open and swing shut with a bang. I assume he’s blown his load. I’m wrong—the door here opens and the burly guy comes in. He nods to me and stands against the back wall. He looks at my cock—and then at the screen. I stroke. Slowly. And wait. In moments he unzips. His cock is pulled out. I glance over. He is hung—a good 7+ inches. He doesn’t stroke. He shakes it at me. I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a better angle to suck. I turn slightly—and his hardness slaps me in the face. I open and swallow him down. “Jeez…” he breathes, as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked. “Your mouth is hot.” I grunt something affirmative around his cock. His dick head drools on my tongue. “You have me so close,” he whispers. I pull up and work on just the head. In moments, he grabs my shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth. When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not needing to do any mop up at all. I have never seen him again. * I have moved over to the gay side. The porn is better here. The guy who was sucking the burly guy lingers for a time. He makes no effort to suck me—or vice versa. Finally, he leaves. I consider going home. The door opens. The older man with a long beard walks in. He is the man who never gets hard but he always shoots a load. He’s delighted I am there. He unzips instantly and feeds me his regulation cock. True to form, I do all my oral tricks. He never hardens, but in five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat. He pats me on the head, zips up and goes home. Through the grate in the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door. I wait a moment, letting the scene on the screen finish in all its creamy glory. I bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door. There are two men in the room. One guy is way down front and I can’t really see him. I sit in the back row, right behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head. Though he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking. With me behind him, he begins stroking again. My dick is wet enough that it makes a sound as I so the same. He does a half turn to see if he can get a look. The angle is bad. He turns back to the screen. We stroke. Suddenly he stands, he comes around and leans against the wall. It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head. “You suck?” I nod and take him into my mouth. I suck the head. I deep throat the shaft. He fucks my face. He pulls out. “I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs. He sits back down and jerks some more. Soon enough, he is back. We try again. His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip. I decide to go for his balls with my tongue and work his shaft with my hand. This seems to get him close. He fucks my face again. He stops, angry at himself. He sits and jerks. The scene on the screen becomes two guys and a girl doing DP. He jerks harder. Actually, I do, too. As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing his cock to my mouth once again. I turn to him. He thrusts into my opening mouth. “I really want to blow in you,” he mumbles. I work diligently. Suddenly, my hand is knocked away from my cock. The man from way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head. This excites the man in my mouth. I can feel the head of his cock expanding. “Suck that big dick,” the guy against the wall groans out. This makes us both pick up speed. With the added stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself. And I don’t want to be the first to spew my seed. I get my wish. The guy grabs my head and bucks into my mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy load. In just moments, while I am still swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs. Only later do I realize I never really saw who it was… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Tale of Three Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 22, 2022

Louisville—November, 2022 In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November. He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there. He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men. It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me. I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana. I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm… Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug. There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television. We nod to each other. I recognize him from the last gathering here. I strip down myself. In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive. One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group. He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party. We smile at each other as they strip down. Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me. In moments, the seven of us are naked. The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed. I am on the bed with the hot versatile. He is sucking the Top he arrived with. The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room. I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt. He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth. I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready. Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear. I hear it before I turn around to see it. The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole. I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group. The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill. He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass. It feels great as I glide in. Keshawn is on all fours. I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn. The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking. I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker. The next 30 minutes is a blur. Everyone changes partners every few minutes. Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking. I fuck the Latin guy. He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops. “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear. I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn. I sink to the floor to watch the fuck. The Latin is on all fours. Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in. The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum. It clings to Keshwan’s cock. I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips. Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing… * I am lying on the bed. Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole. When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move. It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck. He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute. “Fuck!” he groans. Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick. Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face. I am almost in overload. His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here. My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke. Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn. I look over to the other bed. The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin. I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load… * A new arrival has come in. He’s my age, good looking and versatile. Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him. I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass. His cock is big but not huge. I watch it fuck into my friend. I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt. Mike pulls out. “Lick me clean. I know you want it.” I do want it. I can’t get enough. He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass. “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.” I stay on my knees next to them. Not that there is any place I’d rather be. Mike pulls out again. I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass. He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack. He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt. In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me… * The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile. I do more felching and fucking. Mike is right there to watch. We kiss. I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile. It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin. Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts. The Latin begs off for a break. Mike goes back up Keshawn. “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side. I am right there—but with my tongue first. I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke. Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass. He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn. I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn. When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock. Now I have three asses to rotate through. I make them all kneel on the bed: Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side. I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses. Mike suddenly spasms. “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum. I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot. I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt. It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Throws a Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 18, 2022

Near Home—November, 2022 I went to the bookstore nearest to me for some Sunday afternoon fun. Historically, it has been a good time to find playful men needing to get off before the work week starts… I lock the car and go in. The parking lot is sparse, but I am slightly earlier than usual. I go into the straight side. A younger man I recognize by sight is in the back row. He is Black, around 30 and with a large frame that carries his weight well. I know that he loves to jerk to the movies and other people’s action. He has acted as voyeur for me before, jerking as he watches me have sex. We nod to each other. I walk and sit on one of the chairs to the side in front of him. I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness, in equal amounts from the sleazy scene on the screen and the anticipation of what might happen. As my eyes become accustomed to the light, I realize we are the only men here. We both stroke for our mutual enjoyment. I am in great sightlines for him to see me. I turn occasionally to see if he is enjoying the show. He is. And the movie—a nasty hetro anal only vid. The door opens. It’s a man around my age, but this guy is old school Hollywood handsome. Tall, dark, grey hair—think Cary Grant at 55. He sits across the aisle from me. He is instantly aroused by the video—and perhaps the two of us stroking to it. Where he sits, he can’t see the guy in the back row, just me and video. His suit pants soon tent up. He looks over at me. I shrug—a go-ahead-and-open-them look. He unzips. And pulls out a beautiful seven incher with an angry red head. I smile and turn back to the screen. We all stroke. My dick is leaking, just thinking about that guy’s dick. I want him in my mouth. When he looks at me again, I nod. He nods back. I take a swig from my water bottle, recap it and stand up. I reach for him. “Sorry. I don’t let anyone touch me.” Fuck, I’ve read all the signals wrong. I quickly sit back in my chair. But the spell has been broken. Soon enough, I pick up my coat and my water bottle and head next door. I sit in the back row. The only man in the room is an average looking guy. He wastes no time in going down on me. The door opens. I don’t let my sucker get up. Mr. Hollywood comes in. He nods to me, sits where he can watch the blow job and pulls his cock out. My sucker, seeing the new dick, moves to service him. “He wants to watch me get sucked,” I tell him, sounding slightly more sharp than I intended. The sucker obediently goes back down on me. He works harder on my cock. Showing off. “Get my balls.” He burrows in, as I stroke the wet shaft. This gives the voyeur a great view. He beats harder. My cocksucker tries hard, but I am nowhere near giving him a load. He finally gives up and takes off. I hear him go next door—where he will just be disappointed with yet another stroke- only guy. Silence. Then: “That’s a beautiful cock,” says the handsome one. “As is yours.” “Thanks.” We stroke—looking at each other, not really at the film. “Sorry about before, I don’t let guys play with me here. Married, you know.” I nod. We stroke. “May I touch yours?” This surprises me. But I nod in agreement. He comes over and sit on the other half of the bench I’m on. His right hand reaches over and wraps around my hot flesh. “Damn, you’re thick.” He gives me a few strokes. “It’s so…heavy. I mean, it….” He trails off. “I know what you mean—it’s a true ‘piece of meat.’” He strokes me faster. His left hand touches my balls, rubbing the wet, hairy orbs. “Do you fuck women, too?” “Occasionally—but only if there is a hot husband in the equation, as well.” “Fuck, I’d love to see that…” he trails off. And stops touching me. He moves back to his chair and we both focus on the video and stroke to the hairy and tatted guys on the screen about to breed. A long silence. “I hate thinking your cum will end up on the floor,” I tell him. “Would you consider shooting on my face?” He stops stroking and looks at me. “Totally safe for you and hot for me as I lick your load out of my beard.” He says nothing. And moments later goes next door. I sigh. And go piss. I consider going home. But I check the straight room again. The two strokers are there. The Black guy still seated in the back row. Mr. Hollywood leaning against the back wall. Both are flogging their cocks like crazy. I take mine out and sit close to them. Watching. Both men are close. I decide what the hell. I get up and kneel in front of Mr. Hollywood. I am nowhere near close enough to connect with his wet cock, but in good range for a blast of cum. He actually looks at me and smiles, jerking even harder. The guy to the side sees me and stands up. He aims his dick in my direction and fires off. The cum splats on the floor, nowhere near me, but it’s a nice thought. Mr. Hollywood sees this—and it makes him shoot. I move slightly towards him. I am rewarded with one blast on my beard. The rest goes on the floor. My tongue finds his cum—rather sweet—and that is enough for me to shoot, too, mixing our semen on the floor. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pushing the Stroker's Limits (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 11, 2022

Thanks. You never know!

My Playroom—November, 2022 Declan, the young man in the military, who came to me in August to open his ass, needed another session. We set one up, but his superiors changed his schedule and he had to cancel. He was finally on my doorstep again on an evening in November. He looked great: just under 30 years old, tall—with a little extra weight and a whole lot of muscle. “I need to tell you, I’ve had nothing in my butt since you were in there.” “That’s a shame,” I told him as I took him downstairs. “Strip and put your clothes on the chair by the door. I’ll be back.” He tried to grin at me as I shut the door… I go to my room and strip down. I put on my wrist cuff and jock. I leave my boots untied. I tromp down the stairs again. Declan is naked, but for his underwear (He remembers we had texted about how I liked to rip a hole in briefs to get to a man’s hole.) I tell him to kneel by the fuck bench. I sit on the bed and slowly lace up my boots. He’s nervous. And I make him more so by stretching out the time it takes to tie my bootlaces. I stand up, pat his head and say, “Let’s get these on you.” I take the restraints off the sling chains. I buckle them around his closest ankle. Now, the other one. “Hold out your hand.” He extends his right arm and I fasten the leather around his wrist. “And again.” His eyes are wide as I tighten the strap down. I move and let the sling down, so it hangs by just two chains, covering the mirror on the wall there. I stand under the frame. “Come here.” I point to the spot at my feet. He moves from the bench to kneel in front of me. “Open your mouth.” He does. My hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into the ripe jock pouch. He tongues it with a slight groan. I just want to be in his mouth, so I release his. I pull my cock out of the jock. It begins to harden at the sight of him on his knees. His hands are behind his back—without being told to put them there. I slap his face with my cock—which hardens it completely. He opens wider and I shove it into him. He starts to gag, but masters it. He is still learning oral technique, but it’s just fine for now. I simply want it wet. “Up on the bench.” He mounts it, offering me his ample ass. I go to my knees, pull down the briefs and stick my tongue up his hole. He groans. Damn, he’s tighter than the first time. I slobber on his hole and push it in. I tongue fuck him for a long time. I move to two fingers. I try my cock. No way. I grab the smallest butt plug and grease it up. It glides in fairly easily. He pants as he takes it, telling me to open his “cunthole.” I fuck him with the toy. Then my fingers again. “You ready for my cock?” He grunts something unintelligible. I stand up, greased and ready. My cock head pops in. He grunts. But I push on in. Slowly. Completely. Balls deep. It’s a short fuck. He whimpers on every stroke. He is still damned tight. I pull out and bring my cock up to his mouth. He cleans me thoroughly. Almost reverently. I fuck a little more before saying “Let’s move to the sling.” I fasten it back in place and Declan climbs in. I clip his wrist above his head; his ankles are clipped to the chains and not the stirrups. I eat his hole again. He is wet now, from my saliva and precum and even more from his own juices, desperately making lube to help with the fleshy intruder. I stand up. I slide in. Easier now. He sighs instead of grunts. “It’s easier on your back, isn’t it?” Declan nods. I make a mental note to start him here the next time. I fuck him for a long time. I vary the speed and the depth of my thrusts. I often stand still and push and pull the sling (and Declan) onto my hard cock. “I want to try another stretch.” I grab the small speculum. This is new to him. He enjoys the cool metal going in. And the slow crank open. PIC “Now I’m adding my dick.” Declan gasps as I fuck him with the toy in place. I fuck and fuck… I leave him alone in the sling and go to work on the fuck bench. I lower the middle piece so it is now a level surface—a padded table. I unclip Declan and have him lay on his back on the table. I grab the hogtie rings from the shelf—and clip all four of the restraints to it. The rings are right over his chest, pulling his arms and legs into a fuck position. I push down on the hogtie. His legs roll his ass up a little for easier entry. I fuck him. He can’t move at all, unless I loosen my grip. Declan is in heaven. He loves being immobile while getting his ass reamed out. I fuck him hard, my balls slapping his upturned ass with a delightfully wet sound. I finally need to take a break. I’m sure he does, too. I unclip him and let him stretch his legs. “Do you want to be bred?” “Fuck, yes. I want to walk around base with your load in me.” This makes my dick drool. We choose the sling for the breeding. I eat his freshly fucked hole. The mix of juices running out of his ass is intoxicating. It will be easy to breed this man. I re-lube myself as I eat him out. “My hole feels so open,” he murmurs. “You need to find someone close to home to fuck you,” I tell him as I stand up. “This ass shouldn’t have to wait 3 months for cock.” I slide in, just as I say the last part of the sentence. Declan groans. “Fuck me…” I already am. A hard driving fuck that is going to take me over the edge. “Breed my ass. Cum in me…” he groans again and again. A mantra of need. I slow the fuck. Each stroke is now deliberate. And harder. My full length every time. The mantra becomes a whimper. He can see it in my face—that I am so damn close. And I’m there. I shoot into him spurt after spurt until my balls are empty… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hogtying Declan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 6, 2022

Near home—November, 2022 When I got home from my disappointing Friday bookstore outing, I thought about going downstairs and taking matters into my own hands while watching some porn on the big screen television in the playroom. But I didn’t. Jerking off alone bores me. I decided to save the load for someone on Saturday night. I had recently been impressed with the Saturday night crowd at the bookstore closest to me—so I resolved to go there again… Once again, there are lots of men milling around the two theatres. There is also, once again, a higher percentage of men of color than I am used to seeing here. I settle against the side wall in the straight room. Now, jerking to attract men to come play with me, is jerking I enjoy. I am soon rewarded with a regular, a greying bear around my age, He kneels and sucks my cock. He is good if not great. Lovely warm up head. “Don’t forget my balls.” The Bear obediently moves down and begins to lick my swollen nut sack. When I’ve had enough of that, a simple touch to the back of his head, moves him back up to my wet shaft. When his knees tire, I thank him as I give him an arm to get him back to his feet. “Nice dick.” The voice is behind me. I turn. A young man, somewhere between 25 and 35 stands there. He is rather short, dressed in light grey sweats, which contrast starkly with his ebony skin tone. I smile at him. He sits in the empty chair next to me. It takes a few minutes, but soon his hand furtively takes my cock out of my hand and into his. He strokes it for a few moments and whispers, “Damn.” He lets go of it and turns to look at me. “Did you let a guy around my age suck your cock the other night?” “Lots of guys suck this dick, so maybe.” “My age. He would have taken you into one of those booths.” I know just who he means, another Black young man who was desperate for my load. He sucked me with great skill until he warned me that he was going to shoot himself. I ended taking his load. “Yeah, I think I know who you mean.” “He told me all about you. Told me to watch for you.” “That’s hot.” The young man touches my cock again. “I want to suck you, too...” “Go ahead,” I tell him. “I can’t do it here. Come to the booth. Like he did.” I shrug and do up my fly. We go out together—all eyes on us from the rest of the men in the room. He opens the door to the middle of three preview booths. I smile—it’s the same one. The guy sits and pulls his sweat pants down. His Andrew Christian underwear pouch is very full. He takes out a long, thin dick. He pulls on himself slightly as I open my fly. “Let me suck that big white cock.” I give it to him. His mouth envelops me. He’s good. Wet. A busy tongue. No teeth. I wonder idly if the two young men play together. It would be hot to have the three of us in one room… My mind is pulled back to the mouth on me. He’s gone from the shaft to my balls. As I watch, he slides from the bench to his knees. He inhales deeply. He groans and jerks himself harder as his tongue licks each hairy orb. He stops. “Please sit down—but pull those pants off.” I open them and the old camouflage pants bunch around the tops of my boots. I sit and spread my legs. He grunts his appreciation. His tongue is now all over my ball sack. He even lifts them, once they are thoroughly wet, and tongues my perineum. The more he licks, the faster he strokes. “I really want your cum,” he murmurs. I help this to happen by stroking my spit covered cock as he goes back to licking my nuts. His tongue swabs them both once again. His tongue now replaces my hand on my shaft. Up it climbs, slowly, but ever higher. Soon his mouth envelops my cock head. He takes me down his throat—and then bobs up and tongues my piss slit. He pulls off. My hands go to his shoulders and give him an encouraging squeeze. “Daddy, likes Black boys?” I nod. He jerks himself harder as he leans in to take me into his mouth again. “Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum.” He stands up. “Take my load…” I lean forward. I am just in time. I get every drop of his huge, creamy offering. I hold his balls so he can’t pull out, as my tongue gets every drop out of him. “Shit…” he breaths. “It’s fine.” It makes me smile that he had no more self-control than his friend. I take it as a compliment. He pulls himself together fast. “Maybe next time you’ll get mine,” I tell him. He nods. “And say hello to your friend.” He nods once again and is out the door. I pull up my pants. My cock will not go down. I find the Bear, who started my night, in the dark corner of the gay cinema. He needs little encouragement to go to his knees and suck me again. In moments, he is getting my pent-up load… I actually went back to the bookstore the next day after a playroom hook-up cancelled. I would write up “Bookstore Sunday” if I remembered anything about that session… The original, and over a 1000 othere posts, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday: “He Told Me to Watch for You…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 3, 2022

Jackson—November, 2022 Jake came to see me on a Thursday. When Friday dawned, I was horned. Really horned. I was aware I was erect even before I was aware that I was awake. I showered and did all those morning things. The erection may have ebbed, but not the feeling. I wanted sex; sex that was different than the kind of sex I had had the day before. It being Friday, it made me think it might be a good afternoon at the bookstore that had just changed its video lounge into more of a playspace. The moment that thought hit, my cock told me it was the right answer. I packed a lunch, dressed in clothes I didn’t care about and hit the road, nursing my second mug of tea… There are a few cars here at 11:30am. I am early on purpose. I want to stroke a little and watch the men arrive. I pay and go in. No one seems to be here. No, there is a man’s head appearing over the partitions that make the row of cubicles. He must be standing on the ottoman in the last booth. I can feel his eyes watching me as I sit down in the main area, the one showing straight and gay porn on the same wall. I open my fly. I hear him make some sort of noise in the back of his throat. When I turn, he has disappeared into the cubicle. I stroke. Suddenly he emerges from the curtained doorway. He is naked except for a pair of shower thongs. His erection is swaying from side to side as he strides toward me. He goes to his knees without a word and wrests my erection from my hand and swallows me down. I think I know him from here, but I can’t quite place him. I try to get lost in the moment. His oral technique is good—but just as I am beginning to relax, he knicks me with a tooth or squeezes my shaft in a death grip. So instead, I’m tense. “You need to fuck me,” he keeps repeating, when he comes up for air. Finally, he squeezes me once too often. “Get on your knees of the sofa,” I bark. “Why?” He’s not playacting here. He really doesn’t know what I want. “You said you wanted to be fucked.” That does it. He jumps up, knees on the cushion next to me. I get up and bend to rim. Now I know who it is…it is the man who anoints every inch of skin on his body with baby oil. I can smell it before my face connects. How could I not before? I forego ass eating. I lube up and slide in. The man grunts and moans. “Give me your load. Cum in me.” “Earn it,” I snap. Instead of inspiring him to work harder, he just takes a hit of poppers and let’s his asscunt go slack. And then I feel it. I know, as I pull out, what I’m going to find. He cleaned for a six incher, not for me, I stomp off to the bathroom while he keeps telling me it’s impossible that he’s dirty… * I watch porn. There are men milling about. Not many. A man my age with a shaved head finds me. He gives good oral. He was a witness to the earlier fuck—and assures me he is cleaned out properly. I fuck him. And he’s wrong. Strike two. Once I have cleaned up, I go eat my lunch. New men are walking around as I come back in from my car. I sit in the overstuffed chair in the gay room. Another man is here, on the far end of the couch. He is very blue collar—in his work clothes, seemingly direct from some sort of job with cars. I can smell the engine oil on him—a smell I find hot, not in the least off putting. I take out my cock. He smiles at me, rather tensely. But he unzips the slightly oil-stained blue pants. He takes out a thick piece of meat, coaxing it to full hardness. We stroke. My eyes on him. His eyes moving back and forth from the porn to my cock. Minutes pass. I stand up. “May I?” I indicate the seat next to him on the couch. He nods. I sit. And now we stroke side by side. Soon, my hand is on his cock, his on mine. We both stroke each other, a little awkwardly. Without asking, I go to the floor and take him in my mouth. This finally makes him harden up fully. He sighs, closes his eyes and his rough hands stroke the stubble on my head. I feel, rather than see, a man sit on the couch. I glance up. It is an older Black man. His gnarled hand reaches over and strokes the guy’s bush and chest. When I come up for air, the Black guy leans down and take him in his mouth. I move to the mechanic’s balls, taking them individually into my mouth. I pull off him. The older man lets me have another go at the drooling dick. But soon, we are sharing it again. He sucks some, I suck some. He sucks while I lick balls… My knees rebel. I stand up. The Mechanic leans forward and takes me in his mouth. This inspires the older man to really go to town on the Mechanic. I like what he’s doing to my dick, but it is an awkward position. “Hey,” the Mechanic taps the older man on his shoulder, indicating for him to stop. “What I really want is for you to fuck me,” he says, looking up at me. I think back to the two other men with not very well-prepared asses. I start to stumble through a speech about cleaning out. The Mechanic cuts me off. “I know how to do that—and did it. I just don’t know if I can take someone bigger than my shower nozzle.” The Mechanic stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. The underwear follows. He turns and braces himself on the arm of the sofa. The older man has unzip and is stroking his own cock now as I lube up. The ass in front of me is totally smooth on the cheeks—and incredibly hairy in the cleft. I want to rim him, but the Mechanic reaches back and pulls me by my cock towards his hole. “Go slow,” he implores. I work my head in. The Mechanic starts to pant. I disappear into him inch by inch. I am almost all the way in. “Oh, fuck, no!” The Mechanic pulls off me. “Sorry. No way.” I shake my head and go piss. I take one last look around and go home… This Friday might have been a bust—but if I’d gotten off then, I would have missed the hot man I met on Saturday. And that’s the next post! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Friday: "Go Slow..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 30, 2022

He is great fun. I love the variety of things we can do.