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  1. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—September, 2021
    Evan, the fisting bottom from out of state who visited in May, wanted another session in the playroom before I left on my late summer trip.  We made it work in the first few days of September.  His first meet is detailed in Jerking Off Deep in His Ass.
     
    Evan is on his knees, waiting for me, when I go down the stairs.  His shaved head shines as he hungrily looks at the bulge in my jock.  He is around my age—maybe a little younger—and just as thin.  I set my thermal tea cup down and grind the pouch of my jock in his face.   His hands go instinctively behind his back.  His tongue gets the fabric good and wet before I take my hardening cock out of it.  It slaps the side of his face.  I make him lick my balls before I let him deep throat my shaft. 
    I begin a face fuck.  He chokes.  I pull out—with long strands of saliva attached.  I use my left hand to catch them, winding the wetness around my fingers.  I do it again.  He chokes and I get more of the easy lube.
    “Up on the bench.”
    He scrambles up.  I wipe my fingers around his pucker—fingering some of it into Evan.  I kneel and make him really wet with my tongue.  I spit and finger that into him, too.  Again and again.  I spit once more on my cock and stand up.
    I slide into Evan.  His head pulls back and looks at me in the mirror in front of him.  I fuck slowly and deliberately.
    I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth.  “Taste your hole.”  He does.  His sucking is enthusiastic and rather noisy.  “Get it good and wet, I am not re-lubing.”  He leaves me sopping wet.  I go back and slide effortlessly into his ass.  I fuck him hard and fast.
    His hole is opening beautifully.  I grab the eggheaded dildo.  I lube it and slide it in. My cock soon joins it.  At first on top of it—with my thick mushroom head smashing into the egg.  I pull out, pull the dildo up and slide my cock in underneath the toy.  I fuck vigorously this way, too.
    Evan is panting, coming down from a popper high.  I feed him my wet and sticky cock one more time.  I fuck, toy-less, this time.  I shoot a quick blast of piss inside him.  I grease up the big black buttplug and insert—keeping all the great juices inside him.  He cleans my cock one more time—and we move to the sling.
    Once he is settled, I begin a light thumping on the base of the plug.  It sends a vibration through his entire body.  I let it fade and do it once more.  I keep up the rhythm so I go from fingertips doing the beating to the heel of my hand.  It makes him shudder—and he has the first of countless internal orgasms.
    I pull it out. 
    I fuck him again.
    I fuck him once more with the eggheaded dildo.
    Finally, I grease up my hands…
    *
    I have given him more shuddering internal orgasms—especially when I did alternating fists increasing in speed.  I give him a drink of water and take a swig of my own tea.  This makes me need to piss. 
    “You want some piss in your ass?”
    “Yes, Sir!  Give it to me.”
    I stick my hard cock in him, think for a moment to help the tubes reconnect and I begin to fill him.  And I am truly filling him up.  I am surprised I have so much in me.  Evan groans at the weight in his gut.  I finish and pull out.  I kneel and lick at his puffy, used ass lips.
    “Give me some back.”  My lips are sealed around his hole.
    He pushes and I get the tiniest splash of piss into my mouth.  He does it again.  There it is.  A mouthful of me.  I swallow hungrily.  He tries again—but we are back to a trickle, it is too deep in his gut.
    I reach for the thickest toy I own—one that reminds me of some pervy x-mas tree.  It has three widths of ‘boughs’ for him to take.  The first goes in easily.  The second disappears into him with a slight twist of the toy.  He does a hit and he is almost there.  I back up—apply a little more pressure and another slight twist.  He has it all.  He pants.  Then lets out a pleased howl—he has watched it all in the mirror above.
    I tell him to give it back to me.  He pushes and I catch it, right against my chest.
    I grease it up and do it all again.
    I reach for the final black toy.  The massive black dildo with a handle.  I grease it up.  He takes the first speed bump on it.  And the second.  The toy is tickling his second hole—in fisting terms.  I twist.  He huffs…and we are home.
    “I think that’s it…” he sighs.  “My hole is done.”
    I take out the toy and wipe down my greasy hands.
    “But not for dick,” he quickly adds.
    I kneel and survey the work I have done.  His hole is lovely deep red and swollen.  It has a medium sized gape. I clean up the excess grease around it.  My tongue touches his puffy lips and my hard on comes back full force.  I love how soft his ass lips are now.  Pliable.  Used…
    I slide in…and give him the load he craves.
     
    The original post is here, with a picture of the toys:  From My Side of the Sling: Evan Takes All The Black Toys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  posted  October 18, 2021
  2. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—August, 2021
    I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July.  He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time:  “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.” 
    I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line.  It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit.  He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his way back home to Chicago.  Of course I was nowhere near home, working in Indiana at the time.
    But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted to see if we could still meet.  We set up a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone.  Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried to find a new date.  Jake was making a ton of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold. 
    Then it all seemed to fall into place.  He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis.  Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel?   Of course I could.  I packed the sling and set out…
     
    I arrive a little early.  Jake texts—he is running late.  I am eventually let into Jake’s place by his friend, Clay Towers, (who I have also played with, thanks to the Professor.)  We catch up, sitting in Jake’s living room.
    Jake arrives, all apologies.  He may have been in his rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me.  Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover the two sofas with play sheets.   I set up the sling as he heads into the shower.  I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and close my eyes.
    I hear a noise.  Jake is standing by me, naked except for a jock.  I get up.  We kiss.  Deeply.  I have forgotten he’s taller than I remember.  We are an easy fit.  Both of us have restless tongues.  Our bodies grind together, making my cock spring out of the side of my jock.  I love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other.
    Jake goes to his knees.  He takes my hard cock the rest of the way out of my jock.  He just looks at it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit.  He licks it once—twice and then the head disappears into his mouth.  I close my eyes and let him suck me.  He’s great—and doesn’t forget my balls.
    “I gotta taste your hole,” I tell him.  He gets up on the love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me.  I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in.  Jake groans.   So I go deeper.  I fuck him with my tongue.  I leave his hole incredibly wet. 
    I stand up and poke my drooling cock head into his pucker.  I pop in.  Jake moans into the back of the loveseat.  I wait…and then slowly enter him with my entire length.  I fuck that famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes.  Jake pants.
    We pause as me finds his silicone based lube.  I reapply and fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch.
    When he rolls off me, Jake moves down and cleans my cock.  I ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies.
    He has me sit on the love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs.  He lovingly licks every inch of my dick.  Then my balls.  He lifts them and tongues my perineum.  Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue.
    He goes lower.  His tongue grazes my asshole.  He looks up at me:  “Do you like your ass eaten?”
    I nod.
    Jake dives in—doing everything I did to him.  My cock is bouncing as I have to let go of it.  He prods and spits and licks.  He doesn’t tire of eating me out.  I finally suggest he get in the sling.
    I move to help get his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a practiced move.  I so want a picture of him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone.  I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my dick with his silicone lube.
    I stand.  I glide in.  To the hilt in one easy move.  Jake relaxes completely.  This is the way to fuck.  I start slow.  Build.  The chains are groaning and banging.  We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot mine.  I fuck him so hard one of the ties on the mirror loosens.  We pause as I fix it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into his hole…
    *
    We break for water.
    “Get in the sling,” Jake tells me.  “I want to eat your ass again.”
    “Just kiss me when you’re done…”
    I lay back—I need help to get my booted feet into the stirrups.  Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart.  His tongue just grazes my hole.  He spits.  I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down my ass crack.
    He hands me his poppers.  “Take a hit.” 
    I do.
    The moment the vapor hits, his tongue is drilling me.  I lose all track of time.  I babble, telling him to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue.  I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long wet kiss.  His hard cock glances over my hole as we lie on each other chest to chest.  I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me.  Finally we come up for air.
    Jake gets back in the sling.  It’s late.  We both know it’s time.
    “You want my cum?” I whisper as my cock slips back up him.
    “Fuck, yes…”
    “I really want to breed you.”  I pump harder.  “I didn’t get to last time.  Our host deserved it.”  My strokes are longer now.  Hard.  His cock is drooling.  I fuck him harder yet.
    Then a quick dip to taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker.
    That does it—I push back in and explode.  I grab the bars above me to hang on…
    Jake jerks out his load with me still deep inside him.  I finally let go of the frame and bend.  I lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep in his ass….
    *
    And every bit as good as the sex…was that muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Jake Morgan Is Looking for You" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)
  3. FelchingPisser
    The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021
    My host was actually up and at the fire pit as I stumbled in from the woods. I told him a couple of the highlights of my evening, but bed called.  I made it up the steps, stripped and fell asleep in nothing but my grungy Fukdto jock.  I am sure it was with a happy grin on my face.
    The next morning…
     
    I am up first.  I make a cup of tea and take it outside with my book.  Soon enough he is stirring and asks how I feel about French toast for breakfast.  I tell him it sounds good and go off to piss as my tea went right through me. 
    I piss in the showers building near the pool.  As I wend my way back to his trailer, it is obvious the campground is still asleep. 
    Except for the groans coming from behind our front door.  I go in.  Sam, the fuck whore of last night is naked but for socks.  He is on his knees, sucking my Host’s large cock.  Sam pulls off the dick and turns to me as I come inside.
    “I didn’t get either of you off last night.  Use me before breakfast…”
    Sam goes back to sucking my Host as I strip.  The moment I am naked I move behind Sam and eat his hole.  It’s cramped—but worth it.  He groans.  He lets me get him good and wet before he stands up and straddles my Host’s large cock.  He lowers himself down on the rigid man pole.  I am there to lick my friend’s balls as Sam bounces.  Soon I include tonguing my Host’s wet rod as it disappears into Sam.
    “I need to drive,” my friend grunts.
    Sam gets up and sucks the cock he’d been riding briefly.  I sit down on the chair.  Sam, now standing and bent over, sucks me as my friend drills into Sam’s ass with no mercy.
    Neither of us had shot last night.  This was going to be short and sweet.
    In moments, my friend explodes into Sam.  He holds a long time to marinate.
    When he pulls out, Sam spins to suck his dick clean and I push some stray cum back into his well used hole with my tongue.
    My Host sits, exhausted.  I stand up and take his place behind the bent over Sam.  Sam tries to clean the dick in front of him a little more, but it is just too tender.
    I begin a slow fuck in the cummy chute.  I don’t do morning sex—but I am today.  I can’t wait to hose him down with my load.  I increase my drilling speed. 
    And I’m there.  I shoot.  Big, after the stimulation of the night before.
    I hold onto his hips and do the same marinating move as my friend.
    Sam pulls off me.  He licks me clean.  I go for licking his ass and he stops me with “I want to take that home for my Hubby’s breakfast.”
    How can I argue with that?
     
    Later that night—Sam, his partner and I were back up at the sling.  No one.  Seriously, no one came up.  They had had good sex the night before and tonight seemed to be about campfires, dancing and alcohol.  I fucked both of them briefly and they went off to join their friends…and I was fine with an early night sitting around our own campfire.
     
    For the original post:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/day-two-at-campground-use-me-before.html
  4. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2021
    I came home from Chicago and holed up in my duplex.  It was the largest group I had mixed with in ages.  It was also the largest group of all vaccinated men I had mixed with ever.  I felt fine, but I kept to myself for twelve days to make sure. 
    So, of course, now that I was ready, the hook ups sites were dead.  I went to the bookstore nearest to me…
     
    It’s slow, but it is a Friday afternoon.  I do no more than look into the empty straight theatre before turning and going around to the gay side.  The door shuts with a loud click behind me.  There is no one here either.  I sit in the cock sucker’s seat.  I unbutton and knead my full jock pouch.  The porn looks like it has potential. 
    I hear a movement behind me.  Someone is in the corner behind the door.  I wait.
    The movie is good enough that my cock emerges from under the fabric.  I stroke it.  Slowly.  The man behind me moves along the wall until he is even with me.  He is a mixed-race young man I have seen here before, but he has always been only a watcher.  He is in his very early 30’s, maybe 5’8” and has always carried a little extra weight.  He looks like he now has some Covid weight around his middle, too.
    “Damn,” he says, breaking the silence.  “Nice dick.”
    I thank him.  He squeezes his cock as looks at me stroke—and then at the film where a very hot three way is close to the multiple cum shot.
    “Take it out,” I tell him.  “Nobody’s here.”
    He does.  We stroke in silence as jizz is splashed all over the incredibly hard bodies on the screen.
    Suddenly he is standing next to me.  I turn and his short cock is in my mouth.  He is close to cumming.  I press forward…and get another three inches of cock in my mouth that his extra weight is hiding.  He shoots, zips up, thanks me—and leaves.
    *
    I go to the straight theatre for some jerking variety.  Sitting in the back row is a dapper old man.  A white man, who is at least 10, if not 15, years older than me.  He is neat and trim and sitting with his nicely pressed pants wide open—sporting a rampant thick piece of uncut meat.  We smile at each other as I sit in the chairs in front of him.
    Pretty soon I feel him lean forward to get a gander at my cock.  He taps my shoulder.  “Would you mind standing up and showing me that cock of yours?”
    I smile—and do what he asks.
    “That is one of the nicest I’ve ever seen.”
    “You have a beauty yourself,” I tell him.  (This is not the conversation I would ever have thought I would have just by looking at him.)  I move around and sit next to him.  I am definitely longer.  But his entire shaft is as thick as the widest point of my mushroom cock head.
    “My wife loved my thickness—but she couldn’t handle sucking it,” he tells me.  “That’s how I first found out that some men love to do it.”  He turns and looks at me.  “Is that you?” he asks, very softly.
    I don’t answer.  I slide to the floor and take him in my mouth.  I do have to open wide, but it’s not a struggle.  Or a long suck.  He is obviously in need.  His body shudders with a full on orgasm.  But it’s totally dry.  All the feeling is there for him—but he shoots nothing at all.
    He thanks me profusely and dabs at his spit slick cock with a white handkerchief.  “That was wonderful.”  He lays his very white, very soft hand on my shoulder.  “Thank you again, dear boy.”
    I melt a little into my chair…
    *
    I get some head from the couple who come here to suck others—usually not in each other’s presence, but they take turns on me today, pulling down their masks when not sucking.
    Then they bustle off to the arcade.
    A guy around my age comes in.  He stands along the back wall.  Tall, and gangly, dressed in shorts, a yellow tee and sandals.  He unzips immediately.  He flogs a dick that refuses to get hard.  I turn towards him and he shoves it in my mouth.  Nothing.  I can’t do anything to get him hard—and I know have good skills.
    The guy sighs, pulls out and goes to his knees.  The moment he takes me in his mouth he gets hard.  As a rock.  So hard he soon dares not touch himself.  He gives me decent head for another moment—and touches his cock.
    “Ahjesusfuck,” he mumbles—standing up and just getting it to my mouth in time as he fires off his load.  I take it all—and then he crams it back into his shorts and leaves.
    I sit by myself for a minute.  On a normal night, all three of the men that have been in my mouth would have been second or third or fourth choices as playmates—but today they were all, well, fun…
    I button up and go back to the gay theatre.
    I spend some time alone.
    The door opens.  In comes a guy in his late 20’s.  His skin is dark—and in total contrast to the tight white A-shirt he wears.  His arms are thick and powerful.  His thighs fill up the old school  gym shorts that stop mid-thigh.  He sits next to the wall.  He carries a soda bottle and takes a long drag on it as his legs splay out.
    The door opens.  A young man, white and pale comes in.  He has to have followed this guy from the arcade—he knows he will find him here.
    “Now suck my dick right,” the first man tells the kid as he pulls the tiny shorts down to his ankles.  His fully engorged, thick cock is trying to escape from a once white jock.  The younger guy kneels and starts to fellate him.
    But it’s not going well.  “Cover your damn teeth,” he hisses at the younger man.  I watch the big guy grab the back of the younger ones neck and hold him in place.  The kid chokes.  Hard enough for the kid to wrest himself free and leave.
    The man strokes to the porn—as do I.  He barely looks at me—just once, perhaps, at my dick.
    The door opens—it’s a mid 40’s white guy, seemingly also from the arcade.
    “You want to try again?” the built guy asks.
    “Naw, you’re too thick.”
    This new guy lingers for a moment—then leaves.
    Silence.  With just the two of us beating our big cocks.
    “What about you…Daddy?”
    I look at him—at least he didn’t call me “Gramps.”  I shrug, stand up and kneel between his legs.  I oval big and sink down on him.
    “Well, fuck!  That’s it…”  He’s pleased.  I can just keep my teeth covered, the way my mouth is stretched.  He grabs the back of my throat and holds me in place.  He fucks up into my mouth.  I eventually choke—but it’s the good kind—it squeezes his trapped dick and he loves it. 
    He stands and lets me do what I do—and then fucks my face again.  I don’t choke in this kneeling position—and he gives a satisfied grunt.
    “Get ready—I’m finally gonna blow.”
    His dick expands---and he does.  A huge white load.  Most goes straight down my throat.  He stands still and I am allowed to clean him up.  He pats me on the shoulder in a very similar way to the old man—but says nothing.
    I get off in two strokes—all over the floor—the moment I hear the door slam shut.
     
    Here is a link to the original, one of over 1000 postings:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-minor-epiphany-at-bookstore.html
  5. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2021
    Because the last trip to the bookstore had proved to be worthwhile (and ball draining) I went back a few days later.  It was a Thursday evening, who knew it would be hot from the moment I walked into the gay theatre…?
     
    A very large man is sitting in the cocksucker’s chair.  He smiles at me as I pass him and sit against the wall.  He is likely twice my weight.  His dark skin shines in the half light of the reflected video.  I take out my dick.  The porn is good if not exceptional.  I get hard fast.  The large man makes my least favorite cruising signal—he lasciviously licks his lips.  I sigh and look back at the screen.
    Then he is on his knees and crawling across the room to me.   I look down as he arrives, rather laboriously, between my legs.  I have to make a decision…and I take my hand off my dick, allowing him access.
    He sinks down on my cock. 
    Holy fuck!  He has the best mouth I have had in months.  It’s roomy and wet and he creates a suction that makes my cock drip.  I sigh in absolute pleasure.  He pulls off my cock and goes for my balls, licking them gently with a tongue that feels huge and pliable, but delicate.  He burrows down under my balls, too.  He sucks my testicles delicately…not trying for both of them in his mouth at the same time.
    He’s great and I tell him so.  His eyes crinkle at the edges—and he goes back to Hoovering my dick.
    The door opens.  A hot otter enters.  He is white, maybe mid 30’s with a shaved head.  He is in shorts and tee, showing off his hairy arms and legs and tufts of chest hair at the neckline.  He watches us for a moment, opens his shorts and feeds me his long, thin dick. 
    I try to give him as good head as I am getting.  I tongue his piss slit.  I deep throat him easily, it being long and thin.  I lick his balls exactly as the man below me is now doing mine.
    The Otter pulls out of my mouth.  He bends—and the Man on the floor lets him suck my cock—because he wants to taste the Otter.  The Otter is good, but he is up against pretty unbeatable oral competition here.  I do enjoy watching the Man on the floor get his first taste of the pre-cumming Otter.  He grunts his approval and swallows him down.
    The Otter can’t stay bent for too long, so he straightens up.  I slide to the floor.  The Man graciously lets me suck him again.  I am filled with Otter cock as the Man pulls the Otter’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles.  The Man squirms around and plants his face in what must be incredibly hairy ass cheeks.
    The Otter gasps.  I can only imagine what that relentless tongue must feel like in his hairy crack.
    Two or three more men arrive as we work him over.  They stay to the sides and watch the show.
    Suddenly it is too much for the Otter.  He convulses and begins to fire a rather watery load into my mouth.  The first couple shots are so strong they hit the back of my throat.  The next few pool on my tongue.  I coat his cock with them—and lick him clean, holding onto his balls so he can’t pull out.  When I’m satisfied his cock is spunk free I let him go.
    The Otter steps to the side and gets dressed, rather shakily.  He leaves, patting the Man who rimmed him on the shoulder and me on the head.  I get back in my chair—and Man goes back to sucking my cock…
    *
    The room has filled.  Almost a dozen men.  The Big Man has resumed his original chair.  He has sucked a number of men as they come in.  I have had one other guy on my dick—an amateur by comparison.  I am just leisurely stroking now.
    The door opens.  A dapper, trim, just turning middle-aged, white man enters.  He is in a dress shirt and suit pants.  Rarely do you see good clothes here.  He looks around and undoes his belt.  He removes his pants, folds them and places them on a chair next to me.  Then the shirt comes off, and is folded and stacked with the pants.  He is left in loafers and backless designer underwear. 
    He kneels and begins sucking my dick.  This galvanizes the room.  If cocks weren’t out before, they are now.  The man sucking me is good at licking but can’t take any depth at all.  He pulls off me pretty fast and looks up into my face.  “Fuck me with this thing.”
    I stand and pull my chair away from the wall.  The dapper guy kneels on it.  I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the ass crack framed by Andrew Christian.   A white trucker type comes over and feeds the man his beer can of a dick.  I get his hole good and wet before I stand and lube my cock a little bit more.  I slip in.  Much more easily than I expect.  I am balls deep on the first stroke.  The man grunts his satisfaction around the dick in his mouth.
    I begin to fuck.  Out of the corner of my eye I see the Big Man go to his knees again.  He comes behind me—and my ass crack connects with his velvety tongue on the backstroke.  Fuck—no wonder the Otter blew so fast with both our mouths on him.  I slow my fuck stroke a little, so I can grind my ass into the Man’s face.
    The Trucker cums, deep in the Dapper Man’s mouth.  A Latino, a regular, steps into place as the Trucker leaves.  I pick up my pace.  A third man, on the other side of the Dapper Man’s head, is slapping a hard cock on his neck, head and face.  The Dapper Man goes back and forth on them.  One in his mouth, a hand on the other.  Endlessly switching who gets his mouth.
    I fuck faster.
    “You want my load?” I bark out.
    He grunts around the cock currently in his mouth.  The third man in, the slapper, suddenly erupts all over the Dapper Man’s face and hair.  It’s all I need.  I bury my cock deep in the hot ass I am reaming out and shoot.  I feel the big Man behind me drill into my hole with his tongue. 
    I stay in place letting him eat my hole—and still as he moves down, trying to find stray cum on my balls.  I start to pull out.  The man getting sucked starts to shoot in the guy’s mouth—but it’s too intense for him and he pulls out—shooting even more semen on the Dapper Man’s face.
    I am cleaned up by the big Man, who savors the mix of cum and ass jizz. 
    I see him move in to felch my load as I do up my pants, slap the Dapper Man’s ass and take off….
     
    To see the original, and read the comments, go here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-three-free-for-all.html
  6. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2020
    Having fun with the Arab (not to mention not getting off) made me go back to the bookstore just two days later.  This time it was an evening…
     
    It’s going to be a good night.  The moment I sit down in the straight theatre, a regular, standing against the back wall, recognizes me.  He comes over and kneels to suck my dick.  It’s great warm-up head.  Another man, who I don’t know, proffers me his dick to suck while the first man works on me.  This new guy gives me a load with very little effort.  I thank the guy between my legs as I get up to stretch.
    As I move to the door a young man comes in.  At first I barely recognize him—he has a new pandemic beard—thick, bushy and very black.  It looks great on his handsome brown face.  He is lean and wearing just shorts and a tee.  It’s his eyes that make me recognize him, with that look of naked desire.  This is the man, maybe 30 now, who used to beg me to fuck him, but he would only do it in a booth.  I loved playing with him (well, maybe not with the condom he insisted on for anal) but not in the booths.  They were reserved for men to rent to watch a movie of their choice, and were a risky place to play.  If caught, you could get booted out of the theatre.  And I hated to be locked away from the other men watching…
    He touches my sleeve and follows me out into the hall.  “Come on.”  His head indicates where he wants me—the booths are right there.
    I shake my head. 
    He tries to pull me in that direction again.
    I stop him with “The new guy at the counter is much more strict about those.”  (It is true I had witnessed him toss a pair of guys out of the store one afternoon.)  “And you know I love to show off…”  I move on to the gay cinema.
    I find a willing mouth in the cock suckers chair—the one against the back wall where a guy can stand and be sucked.  I unbutton and give the guy my dick.
    The newly bearded cute boy comes in moments later.  He stands—watching me get head.  Then he moves to the nook behind the entry door.
    I thank the guy and go to sit down.  I stroke and watch the movie.  If I turn towards the door—I can just make out Cute Boy standing in the shadows.
    There are quite a few men in the room.  Another takes a turn on my dick, kneeling and licking me with gusto.
    When he stops, unable to get an easy load, I get up to piss.  Cute Boy grabs me as I reach for the door handle.  He sinks to his knees and undoes the button fly.  He takes my still semi-hard dick into his mouth.  He gives me the best head I’ve had tonight.  Finally, I need to piss more than get sucked.  I pull him up and thank him in a whisper:  “I loved that.  I really loved that one guy watched you do me.”
    Cute Boy makes a face.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    I piss and return.  He’s still there, thinking he will get more.  I smile at him and return to my seat.  I jerk to Lucas Men.  Eventually he emerges from the nook and takes a seat across from me.
    I let others suck my cock—or vice versa—as he sometimes glares, sometimes entreats me with his eyes.  Each time I just spread my legs, offering him the goods—but right where I am.
    Thirty minutes later he gets up and sheepishly comes over, kneels and pushes my hand away from my drooling cock.  He goes down on me in plain view of six men.  The entire room is agog.  They know this kid’s habits, too, though likely most have never felt his mouth or ass. 
    Cute Boy works hard—making really noisy sucking sounds.
    Every man in the room is now jerking.  Cute Boy looks up and seems astounded at the sexual energy in the room—energy that we are making.  It’s enough to make him unzip and stroke as he sucks me.
    “Lick my balls.”  My voice, though soft, seems really loud in the circumstances.  He does as he’s told.   The man nearest us sighs audibly.  This makes Cute Boy work harder.  He is getting into being a good cock whore in front of these men.  I use this.  I tell him when to go back to my dick, or my balls, or under my balls with my infamous line ‘get your tongue between my cockring and my balls.  It’s my secret spot…”
    Cute Boy is beating his meat like crazy as he is told to go back to my cock.  I stand up.  I fuck his face, one hand behind his head.  He takes almost the entire shaft on each stroke.  Over and over.
    I pull out.  I pull him up and kiss him.  Then I drop to my knees and suck his long, thin cock.  He gasps but let me do it.  With every eye in the place devouring his body.
    We change back—me sitting and him on the floor.
    Then I pull him up to let me suck him as I sit there.
    Finally, I put him in the chair and begin a slow face fuck.  He has to feel my cock engorging even more.  I am so close—but not quite there.
    I pull out.  My hand goes to my cock.  “Open your mouth.”   
    My command fills the breathless room.
    The first shot splatters his nose and drips into his new beard.  The second is right on target in his mouth.  I push my cock deep into him and fire the final  five or six  right down his throat.
    Beneath me, he shoots his own load—while he milks me of every drop…
     
    The original, and all the comments, are here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-two-not-in-public.html
  7. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2021
    I came home from my quick job in western Indiana right at the end of July.  I self quarantined for a week.   I even did a rapid and then a regular Covid test as the county I had been working in was a hotbed of anti-vaxxers.   All was well.  Thank you, Moderna.
    Once I was horny again, I found many of the men in my stable seemed to be away for the summer.  So I ended up going to the bookstore for three sessions.  Each trip had its own highlight.  Here is the first…
     
    I am sitting in the gay theatre.  My legs are spread wide.  My mask is on.  I watch the video—and occasionally stroke the head of the man who is sucking my rampant cock.  He is around my age—but is much heavier.  It wasn’t easy for him to get on his knees.  But he did it.  The call of my dick is too strong.  His mask is now under his chin.  He is not, frankly, much to look at, but I know that he has some superb oral skills.
    He leaves my cock and buries his face on my balls.  He licks them. He licks under them.  He carefully sucks them one at a time into his mouth.
    Then he goes back to my dick.  Long and deep.  Every time.
    Not much else is happening this late, weekday afternoon.  It’s fairly deserted.  Occasionally someone comes in, looks at the sex taking place, nods and leaves.
    I wish I could give this guy a load.  I know he’d love it—and it is feeling great, but I am nowhere near shooting.  I can tell his time on his knees is coming to an end.  Almost as I think it, his head comes off my dick and he makes to get up.  I stand and give him an arm.  He thanks me and heads out.
    Now I am alone.  I decide to check the straight theatre.  I go next door.
    Here there is one man sitting off to the side, his eyes glued to the girl on the screen taking dick in her ass.  I sit in the back row.  I open my fly and jerk.  The guy never looks in my direction.  He kneads himself through his pants.  A lot.  Eventually, shorts tented, he leaves.
    I sit alone and stroke.
    The door opens.  A man, medium height, mid 40’s, with a wiry body (and mask-less), enters.  At a glance he seems to be Arab.  The dark hair on his head is cut very close to his scalp.  His five o’clock shadow is deep and dark.  The hair on his forearms is curly and ample.   He stands against the back wall.  Right next to where I am sitting.
    We both watch the movie.  The woman being used is good looking—and she obviously loves very wet anal sex.  It’s hot.  For both of us.  I stroke and the man next to me keeps grabbing at his crotch.
    We do this, silently, for a good 10 minutes. The only sound is the slick squish of the lube on my dick. 
    I look over at him.  This time I actually catch him looking at my dick.  He looks away quickly.
    I stroke.  He kneads.
    I turn to him.  “You want help with that?”
    He looks at me.  “No, but thank you.”  His speech is very precise.
    We both look back at the screen.  A new scene starts.  Now it is two men with a new woman.
    I hear the zipper go down next to me.  I don’t look.  I let him get his cock out.
    Finally, I glance over.  His hand covers his cock.  He isn’t hard. But his hand is squeezing his shaft.  His very hairy balls are just peeking out of the fly.  I look back at the screen.
    We stroke and squeeze.
    Finally from him—“You suck dick?” 
    “Sure.”  I turn to him and remove my mask.  He turns and lets me take his flaccid, just slightly plumped, cock into my mouth.  He sighs as my lips close around it.  He deliberately turns his head to look at the screen and not at the guy who has his dick in his mouth.
    I lick the head.  His cock spasms and gives me a stream of cum.  Did he just shoot? I swallow and keep going.  His cock is harder.  My tongue swabs his cock head again.  Another shot of cum or precum and he is harder still.  I swallow with a slight groan.  I love his sweet fluid.
    He whimpers, but keeps looking at the woman being pummeled by two dicks.
    I swirl my tongue over the entire length of this cock.  It springs to full life.
    And now he truly cums.  He turns and holds me in place as his cock erupts.  His load, even after all those other discharges, is immense.    I swallow it all. He tries to pull out of my mouth.  I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place so I can clean every inch of his deflating dick.
    I finally let go.  He pulls out a napkin—but puts it away as he realizes I have left nothing to wipe up.  He tucks his spent cock pack in his shorts.  He turns to the door.  “Thanks you,” he whispers—just audible over the video’s grunts and groans.
    “Anytime I’m here.”
    This makes him turn around.  He looks at me.  He finally gives me a nod and goes…
     
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  8. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—July, 2021
    Another week, another day off.  I debated briefly what to do and where to go.  But I knew I wanted to spend some time outside in the courtyard of the bathhouse on this beautiful summer day.  And the sex would have to be better than last time, right? 
     
    I strip at my locker.  I go down to totally naked for a quick stop in the steam room.  With the key around my wrist, I pass the sauna and hear the steam running.  The big door closes behind me.  As I walk through the steam to get to the back corner, I pass a man getting very wet and vocal head—and another man who is jerking to the scene.  At the first corner, an older man is on his knees, eyes closed, with his hands behind his back.  I thoughtfully stick my swelling dick in his mouth.  His mouth is magnificent—a master at sizable dick and no teeth.  I let him show off for a long time—then I fuck his face.  We only stop for the heat has become unbearable.
    I decompress in the sauna. 
    Now dry, I stop at the locker and add my jock, tucking the lube in the waistband.  The boots go back on and the towel over my shoulder.  I go up to the third floor and make the tour.  There are new owners—and I’m told there is an additional play area.  I find it—next to a porn jerk off area.  They have taken two old rental rooms, knocked down the connecting wall and added a fuckbench, a chair and mirrors on the wall.  I also see there are men in both TV rooms.  And a few are on beds, with the door open. 
    But many bottoms are actually making the circuit—and always lingering at one door.  When I look in, I can see why.  An incredibly handsome Black man is lying on the bed, ear buds in place, and stroking a large cock to porn on his phone.  He looks up, nods, looks at my bulge and nods again.  And goes back to his porn.
    I get some head in the big TV lounge.  I thank the guy and walk around one more time.  I watch a good looking guy in his 40’s hang out at the handsome guy’s door.  He even removes his towel and shows him his beautifully gym-rounded ass cheeks.  He puts the towel back on and goes to his room.  I stop at the door.  Handsome Guy beckons me in. 
    “Shut it.” 
    I close the door.
    “Show me what you got.”
    My cock is still hard and wet from the head in the lounge—the jock pouch does nothing but keep it close to my body.  It springs out in full flower as I pull the cloth to the side.
    “Nice,” says Handsome Guy, stroking his own, slightly bigger dick.  “I need to feel that in me.”
    He rolls over and gets on all fours.  His ebony ass mounds are glorious.  I go to my knees and bury my tongue into him.  I pry his hole open with the tip of my tongue.  I get him good and wet.
    I stand and work myself in slowly.  I have to use a lot of lube—and it still isn’t enough.  I add more as I inch into him.
    HG is groaning and moaning as if he’s never been fucked.  He is jerking his own cock as I slowly, but inevitably, work myself into his tight hole.  At last, my overgrown bush rubs against his upturned ass.
    “Fuck…” he mumbles into the mattress.
    I wait.  And begin a slow fuck.  His hand does double time on his cock.  I build to a faster tempo—and so does he.  I reach a good pace, my balls happily slapping his ass.
    But it’s too much for him.  He spurts all over the sheet and begs me to stop.
    I do, and thank him, closing the door behind me.
    *
    I eat lunch outside in the courtyard where we can sit in various states of nudity.  A good looking white guy in his 40’s—his hair pulled into a man bun—sits down next to me as I finish.  We chat about the weather, then…
    “Were you here in time to see that hot Black guy plow the college kid in the steam room this morning?”
    I shake my head.
    “He is such a stud.  But he only plays with really young men.”
    “Unless he wants to flip,” I murmur.
    The comment seems to go right over ManBun’s head.  He is more interested in my jock pouch.  Eventually we go in and up to the new fuckbench room.  He drops his towel and sits on the chair.  He sucks my cock to full hardness.
    I kneel and suck his hard uncut one.
    “Fuck me.”
    He gets on all fours on the chair…which puzzles me a little as there is perfectly good fuck bench right there.  I eat his ass and then work my dick head into him.
    He stops me.  “Let me sit on it.”
    I lie on the floor.  He steps across me and lowers his hairy ass crack to brush the head of my cock.  He slowly lowers himself.  It feels incredible and he is less tense.  He takes my entire shaft easily, in no time at all.  He sighs and grinds himself down on me.  He begins to fuck himself on my engorged cock.  A nice steady pace.  A couple of guys come in to watch.  The third one in, he seems to know.
    “Jim,” or whatever it was, “Sit on this fucker’s face.”
    I look.  A cute college kid, his long hair pulled into a pony tail, drops his towel and straddles my head. 
    “His tongue is great,” ManBun tells him.  “Then you will want to ride this baby maker.”
    The kid sits.  His bubble butt almost cuts off my air, but I don’t care.  I am lost in the double sensation of having two men ride me at the same time.  The two lean towards each other and I hear them kiss.
    Too soon they stand up and change.  But the kid rides my raw cock like a champ and I love eating the freshly fucked hole.
    The kid gets up.  ManBun leans down and cleans my cock of their combined ass juices.  They thank me and leave together.
    I am still lying on the floor when a man my own age enters.  He has found the gym late in life and has a terrific chest and thighs.  His grey hair is cropped close to his head.   He extends a hand and helps me up—and climbs on the fuck bench.  To thank him, I eat his ass and fuck him.
    And we can’t get enough of each other.  We fuck the rest of the afternoon.
    I rim him again and fuck him there—as another man feeds him a dick and a load in his mouth.  We kiss and I shove the cum he snowballs to me into his hole, which makes me fuck him yet again.
    We fuck in the sling—where I first feast on his now swollen, wet ass lips.
    I let another man fuck him.
    We go to his room so he can sit on my face—as he tells me he think the man may have silently loaded him.  (He has so much ass jizz flowing into my mouth, I can’t be sure.)
    “I need to breed,” I pant.  “Where?”
    He chooses the sling. 
    And I breed him deep…
     
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  9. FelchingPisser

    "I Want You to Fuck Me"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Eastern Illinois—July, 2021
    “I want you to fuck me.”
    The text got my attention.  This was a new direction for Dan, one of the trio of cocksuckers from the Illinois bookstore.  (It was just detailed in the entry:  A Trio of Cocksuckers.)  We had exchanged phone numbers that day and now, on the following day, we talked about how much fun we’d had, exchanged pictures—and then he stated that he had been thinking about nothing but my dick in his ass.
    I learned he was new to gay sex, having been with women for most of his life.  There had always been a few men, orally, on the side.  I told him my dick was not for beginners.  Then he admitted, now that he was single, to toys.  And maybe one guy “Just for a moment.” 
    I talked about clean out.  And how my cock goes around the bend—through the second hole—of almost every man, so it would not be just a quick rinse.  He promised he knew how to prepare—and would be ready.  We set a day and time—and would meet at the same bookstore, with the handy bathroom back with the theatres…
     
    I arrive a little early.  The store is not even open yet.  But there is Dan, the white guy of the two men who mouthed me to perfection here two weeks ago, sitting in his car.  He waves me over.  I go and sit with him.  He’s nervous—but seemingly in a good way.
    Cars begin to arrive.  One other patron parks before the female clerk arrives.  We wait a moment for her to get the lights on, the movies running, etc…and then go buy tickets.  We don’t have the place entirely to ourselves—the one other patron is there watching straight porn.
    We take over the gay cinema.  I sit on the couch where I got off to the combo of mouths.  Dan strips to nothing but tennis shoes, folding his clothes and tucking them under a chair.  I open my fly.  Soon enough he is kneeling between my splayed legs.  He sucks me to hardness in no time.  Just as I am about to prompt him to lick my balls, he remembers to include them.   
    I pull a chair around and tell him to kneel on it.  I sink to my knees.  The old linoleum is cool.  My tongue touches his asshole for the first time.  He shivers and groans.  I begin to drill into him.
    The guy from the next room comes to observe.  I hear him come in.  I turn and look at him leaning against the low wall.  “Don’t mind me…” he sighs and pretends to watch the movie and not us.  I go back to licking and spitting and making Dan beg for cock.
    “Fuck, I want you in me,” he whispers.
    I stand up.  I lube my dick yet again and poke the head into his hole.  He is tight.  But I fit.  I inch into him.  I add more lube.  Another inch.  I drool spit from above—and it actually lands on my dick.  Another inch or so.  I lean down over his back and whisper obscene things in his ear.  It distracts him and I slip the rest of the way in.  He recognizes what just happened and clamps down on me.  I hold a long time.  He loosens…and I begin to fuck.
    “Oh, fuck…” he mumbles, “that is so much better than plastic…”
    I keep to a slow, long stroke. 
    The door buzzes.  The man behind us leaves—and a new one comes in.  He is short and thin, easily our age and, following Dan’s example, strips off.  He sits in a side chair and jerks—watching the live porn, not the movie.
    I finally pull out.  Dan’s as clean as he promised.  I kneel and eat his hole again.  This is a surprise for him.  But he loves how much I am into it—and how vocal I become.
    I stand up and fuck him again.  Faster and deeper.  The guy to the side strokes in time with my thrusts.  I gesture for him to feed Dan his dick.  He does.  Dan is now being spit roasted.  His hand comes off his dick—which he has been working since I began. 
    Now the man kneels to the side of me.  Does he really want to taste my cock out of Dan’s hole?  He does.  And groans loudly as I let him lick it.  Then I move him in to lick Dan’s freshly fucked hole.  They both groan at how that feels.  I take my dick to Dan’s mouth.  We didn’t talk about ATM.  He wavers for maybe a nano-second before he takes me deep into his mouth.  And he’s hooked.  Now he asks to clean my dick repeatedly as we play.
    I pause to strip off my pants and to flip Dan onto his back on the seat of the chair.  It’s awful—too low for me and he doesn’t fit.  We use the couch instead.  We like watching each other’s faces.  But my knees tire fast with my weight on them in this semi-awkward position.  We go back to all fours on the chairs.
    The extra man, who had gone back to jerking when we were on the couch, now kneels behind me as I fuck.  He licks at my ass crack on each backstroke.  This is a bonus I certainly had not expected.  He loves what he’s doing and does it well.  Enough for me to lean over Dan’s back at one point and let him lick the entire hairy valley between my cheeks.
    We break.  Dan wants to check things.  The extra guy gets dressed, thanks me and goes home.  I sip water and watch the film.  Dan comes back.  He tries sitting on my dick.  He is bouncing on me as Glen, the other sucker from our first meet, arrives.  Dan gets off me.  Glen looks at us—nonplussed.  He touches my dick—and mutters, “Too much lube,” and wanders away to the other room.
    Dan sits back down on my dick—and blisses out…
    *
    We have been going for over an hour.  Dan decides his hole has had enough for one day.  I really want to get off but respect his decision.
    He sucks me for a bit.  I am back where I began on the sofa.  He mutters something about sucking the cock that gave his ass so much pleasure.  Then it’s my balls.  Then my taint.  He comes up for air.
    “Did that guy eat your ass?”
    “Yes…”
    And Dan dives in.  He tongues me as if we have just started playing.
    “Get up and lean over,” he instructs.
    I do as I’m told.  I grab the arms of the chair, bent over, ass vulnerable.  Dan plants his face deep in me.  His right hand finds my slick cock and begins stroking the length of it as he tongues me.
    I don’t have a chance.
    I spurt all my pent up cum over the chair seat…over and over.
    Here is the original:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/i-want-you-to-fuck-me.html
  10. FelchingPisser

    Two Oddities

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Here are two short entries.  Neither rate the total “Bad Sex” label that some posts have earned, but “Odd” will suffice.  Both happened during my stay in Indiana.  It’s good to remember that every hookup is not “A trip to the moon on gossamer wings….”
     
    Indianapolis—July, 2021
    After my fun oral bookstore outing I was stoked, on my next day off, to head to the local bathhouse.  
    I strip off at my locker.  As always here, I start in the steam room—it’s a great way to unwind after my hour long drive to get here.  As I go in, I meet half a dozen sweaty men exiting the swirling steam.  Two men are left as I round the corner and sit.
    Instantly a white guy in his 40’s is sucking me.  And he’s terrible.  I often endure teeth occasionally, but this is constant.  I rarely ask a man to stop—but I have to do it.  I think I ask nicely, but he goes off in huff. 
    A much older white man takes his place.  The head is good.  What it should be. 
    “Let me jerk you off…” 
    Without waiting for any kind of response, he dumps a vast amount of lube on me.  Enough liquid to pool in my pubes.  His stroke is too hard and way too tight.  I ask him to ease up a little.  Instead he follows the other man out the door.  And I am alone.
    I shower.  And scrub.
    *
    I give some head in the dark room. And get three loads.  Things are improving.
    Lube Guy finds me in the TV room.  “Will you fuck me?” 
    “Sure, if I can use a lot less lube.” 
    I do.  A man comes in to watch.
    The guy I’m fucking coats the floor with his jizz.
    I sit back down.  The guy who watched us gets up.
    “Suck my cock, you whore.”
    I do—but soon he is aggressive.  Truly hurting me, aggressive.  I tell him to back off.  He does.  I think of leaving, but he asks again.  Much more nicely.  This time he holds my head and does all the work.  I am about to indicate I am having trouble breathing as he shoots.
    *
    No one is left…until a very large Latino arrives.  “Fuck me,” he pleads.
    He hands me a regular condom.  I try to say no.  He insists.  I lube my dick with my own lube and stretch it over me.  He is lubing his ass.  With baby oil.  I tell him it will destroy the latex.  He doesn’t understand—or pretends not to.  He grabs my dick, slathers oil on it and maneuvers it into his ass.
    We fuck.
    The condom is in tatters as I pull out.  There is no way I could have cum—even when I felt the constriction around my penis dissolve.  The Latino sits and jerks his small cock and shoots.  At least he enjoyed it. And maybe planned it…
    I am alone. 
    And I give up.
     
    Western Indiana—July, 2021
    We’d talked on Asspig.  He wanted to host at a motel in the only town of some size before Indianapolis.  I liked his picture.  We seemed to be a match.  He asked if I would mind others coming.  I said I was fine with that.  On the day, off I went…
     
    I get there.  The picture he has used on AP is many years old.  But not enough to make me leave.  I mean, I like men of all ages.  Skill over beauty in my book.
    He is dressed in a leather harness and a choker of pearls.  I am nonplussed, but not put off.  He has the spreads pulled down on the beds, with play pads on them.  CNN is on, (too loud) on the wall television to cover any sex noises.  He tells me exactly how the fisting will proceed.  I remind him I like to fuck as well as fist—as I’d said in our preliminary talks. 
    No.
    So for now, I do as he outlines.  He does open easily with his slender dildo.  We move to hand easily. 
    Cock? 
    No.
    Two more men arrive—around the same age, whatever that age may be—and one is either drunk or high.  He is loud—about everything.
    It is decided I shall fist the loud one.  I do—easily as his partner spreads his boi’s cheeks for me and the original man just sits by us and starts to do a play by play of each thing I do.
    All while CNN blares.
    I slip my arm up this guy to almost my elbow.  I do get to fuck the loud one—which makes him be, well, louder yet.
    I finally have had enough.  Like a switch, I just can’t do anymore.
    I make up an excuse and get out of the noise and the stale aroma of poppers…
     
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  11. FelchingPisser

    A Trio of Cocksuckers

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Eastern Illinois—July, 2021
     
    The next morning I went on to my new job in western Indiana—a contract that would take me through July.  I spent almost two weeks getting the preliminaries done—and finally had some time for sex.  I decided I wanted to go back to the bookstore over in eastern Illinois, where I had so much fun the last time I was in this area.
    Here is the description of the theatres I wrote on my first visit:  “I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.”
    I packed a lunch and went east on my first day off…
     
    I walk into the darkened space.  I find the bathroom and piss.  I move to the straight screen.  One man is there, leaning on the low back wall, obviously jerking his dick, hidden in the shadow made by the partition.  I stand next to him.  He is my age.  Shorty and compact with closely cropped gray hair.  He glances at me.  I look at him.  He looks away and jerks harder.  I move behind him and stand against the true back wall—near a chair.  It takes a long time, but suddenly he comes my way and sits—presenting me with his tiny dick.  I kneel and suck.
    It is over the moment the door from the lobby opens.  He sprays my mouth with cum and is zipped up before the new arrival enters the room.  I stay in place as he scurries to the bathroom to wash.
    I check both theatres.  There is one man in each cinema now, the new arrival in the straight, and a lone figure on the gay side.  It seems early in the day.
    I sit against the wall in the gay theatre and stroke.  I can keep an eye on the gentleman standing in the back corner there—behind the same kind of low wall to lean on.  This man is older.  And seemingly very shy.  I get up and stand nearer to him.  I let the available light fall on my cock—and guess he will want a taste of me.
    We stroke, doing the quick glance thing, one after the other.  Finally I turn to him, confident he wants my dick.  He looks at me, then my cock and back at my face before he whispers:  “Would you suck me like you did that other guy?”
    I nod and go to my knees.  He has a much bigger dick.  It stiffens to its full length the moment it goes in my mouth.  I do a lot of tongue work that makes his cock drip.  It makes even more precum when I hold it and lick his fairly hairless balls.  It explodes when I take it back into my mouth and deep throat it.
    He pats my head with his incredibly soft hands, thanks me and leaves.
    *
    I am on the straight side.  The porn is actually hotter here with two mega-hung men on one petite woman.  I have heard the lobby door open a few times—and no one has joined me and a straight man (who seems to be here truly for the movie.)
    I get up to investigate.  A good looking white guy, around my age, is against the side wall feeling a bulge in his pants.  A large Black man is sitting on the chair.  He can just see the movie over the wall.  He is likely 45 with am ex-football player’s build.  He has his cock out and is stroking.  I stand against the back wall—fairly close to him.  I take my cock out.
    Instantly his eyes go to me.  “Get that thing in my mouth,” he hisses.
    I step to him and let him envelope my cock.  He is one of those men born to suck.  He is the best I’ve had in a long time.  Great suction, the right pressure and superb tongue action.  All that—and then he deep throats me for the first time.  Amazing.  I groan out my pleasure.
    I have to pull out of his mouth or I’m done.  I step back.  His big cock has hardened even more with sucking me.  I go to my knees and start to take his cock.  He grabs the shaft away from me and guides my mouth to his enormous, hairy testicles.  I lick them as he jerks.  The aroma is incredibly manly and makes me moan deep in my throat.  When he has finally had enough tongue on his balls, he lets me suck his cock.  Not for long, but to get a good taste—and to get it good and wet.
    “Stand up and put it back in my mouth.”
    I stand, but before I enter him, he says, “Dan, get over here and help.”
    The guy in the chair to the side joins us.  He is balding with a fringe of grey hair and a darker mustache.  He is likely around my age and in good shape.  He goes to his knees and pulls my pants down as the other man goes back on my dick.  Dan spreads my ass cheeks and his tongue hits my hole. 
    Well, fuck!
    When he comes up for air, Dan says:  “Glen, you need to taste his ass.”  I am turned so Dan is now on my cock and Glen licks my crack with his thick tongue.
    For fifteen to twenty wonderful minutes, we give each other oral pleasure.  I take a turn on Dan’s cock, Dan on Glen.
    Both of them on me. 
    Now two on Glen.
    Or both of us on Dan.
    Sucking the same cock turns into kissing with whoever you are sharing with at the moment.  Deep and forcefully, sometimes; tender and rather sweet the next.
    We finally break.  None of us want to get off.   We want it to last.
    They go out for a break in the sunshine and to get something to drink.
    I watch the gay porn on the couch.
    They are back in ten minutes or so. Swigging from their water bottles.  Dan pulls my pants off again.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my taint and balls.  Glen sits next to me.  He leans down and effortlessly deep throats me again and again.  I try to reach for their cocks at different times.  Each time my hand is batted away or my arm held up out of reach.  They are intent on making me blow my load.
    And it’s working.  It is so rare that a mouth gets me to cum, anymore.  But these dueling tongues and lips are doing it.  I can feel it growing. 
    My balls tighten.  Dan nods—and keeps licking them, with his thumb massaging my wet taint.  Glen picks up the pace with his mouth.
    And I’m there. 
    I blow my load deep into Glen.  Dan comes up—looking for a taste.  Glen pulls off my dick and allows Dan to lick some cum off my shaft, all while I writhe on the leatherette couch…
     
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  12. FelchingPisser

    Texting for Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Northern Indiana—June, 2021
    At the very end of June, I was due to start my second contract of the summer.  On my way there, I made a point to overnight near the bookstore in Indiana where I have had the most fun.  I had not been there for over a year with the lockdown.  The set-up had not changed at all in the booths with the (low) gloryholes.  Across the lobby, the big screen television room had removed most of the seating.  Now two benches were there—on opposite sides of the room.  I started there…
     
    I leave my mask on and stroke to the porn.  I am surprised by movement to my left.  Behind the bench there is low wall—and someone is there, though I couldn’t see them as I entered.  A young man comes around and sits on the opposite bench.  He is masked, seems to be in his 30’s, with a slim build.  And a rampant cock.  He jerks away—to me as much as the porn.
    A man comes in, likely late 40’s.  He’s also masked and makes a beeline to the younger man.  The new guy reaches for his belt and quickly unbuckles.  His walking shorts fall around his ankles.  He is going commando.  He turns toward the kid and presents his ass.  The young man is not about to fuck so he turns to reach for the young guy.  The stroker won’t even let him touch his obviously wet dick.
    It’s my cue.  I walk over and slap my dick on the guy’s ass.  He turns to me.  I may be older, but I’m bigger.  The half-naked guy quickly re-focuses.  He raises his mask a fraction, leans over and sucks me.  With more enthusiasm than skill.  I reach over his back and feel his butt.  He loves this and groans around my dick in his throat.
    The young stroker is jerking faster and faster.
    The bent over man swivels again and presents me with his ass.  I grease up and enter him.  I slide home in one stroke.  He has either prelubed or has a load.  I fuck him slowly, with deep strokes.
    The Jerker loves this.
    Someone else comes in—mid 40’s and showing a well defined chest under his tight tee.  He watches and takes out his dick.  He removes his mask altogether, sure that the young stroker will be his.  He is just as good looking—so it’s possible.
    I pick up the fuck rhythm.  The unmasked one leans in to suck the jerker’s dick. 
    My man explodes on the floor—his load fucked out of him. The Jerker, as if on cue, blasts out his load—all over the handsome one’s face.  It drips off his nose and chin onto the dirty tile.  The young man gives the guy one woefully inadequate tissue to clean himself up.
    My bottom leaves. 
    The Jerker leaves.
    I am left with the handsome guy.  I give him two napkins from my pocket so he can wipe actually get the load off his face.  He does—and puts his mask on.  I go back to my bench.  He takes the Jerker’s place.  Some minutes pass before he pulls out his dick.
    We stroke. 
    Eventually he stands and comes over, his fat seven incher swinging.
    I raise my mask and go to my knees.  I take him in my mouth—and he gives me a load rather quickly.  He is just pulling his shorts up as another man enters. 
    The new guy comes right over and unbuttons his Levis.  He must have stunning in his prime. His hair is dark—but it is now dyed jet black.  He has great cheek bones, but his facial skin has been over baked in the sun.  He is still quite trim.  His cock is semi hard—and never gets harder.  Though I work skillfully on it.
    “That’s great,” he tells me, referring to my busy tongue.  “Did that guy give you a load?  I got one for you, too.  You better be ready; it’s gonna be huge…”   He goes on and on—obviously turning himself on—though not erecting.
    Then, with a shallow intake of air:  “I’m so damn close.  Fuck!  Here it is—take it all.”   I get one or two tiny drops on my tongue from his semi-hard.  “Damn, I’m glad you could swallow all that,” he says as he puts his cock away and leaves. 
    *
    I have make a tour of the arcade.  It’s busy.  But I am just too damn tall for the gloryholes. 
    I go back to the television room.  I watch.  Alone.
    The curtains rustle.  In walks a familiar face.  I think—with the damned mask.  He comes right over and calls me by name.  I struggle for his, but I remember his sizable cock, his gorgeous ebony skin and his skill with my dick. 
    He almost always tops the men he meets, but when we met, years ago, he wanted me inside his ass.  He wouldn’t do it in a bookstore—so he drove to Michigan, and in the old playroom rode the sling until he climaxed with me inside him.  There must be a post about him…somewhere.
    We catch up with each other…then…
    “I think I have someone for that…” he gestures at my still hard cock.  “Let me text him.”  He whips out his phone and types.  An answer comes back in seconds.  “He’s almost here.  I want to watch you fuck him.”
    He leaves to cruise the booths.  In moments he comes back and collects me.  A short, white guy with a shaved head is waiting by one of the booths with no glory hole.  He is anywhere from 35 to 45, decently built.  In moments, he shows his best feature as the shorts come off,  revealing a smooth white butt with just wisps of hair down the crack.
    The two of us take out our cocks.  The bottom swivels around and goes to his knees.  It’s tight but we can stand on either side of him so he can take one, then the other in his mouth.
    “Yesssss...” he croons as he goes back and forth.
    “Show him your ass,” says my bud.
    Obediently, he turns and kneels on the bench, his glorious butt high in the air.  I kneel on the floor and start rimming him.  My friend jerks to the scene.  From the moment my tongue goes in, his pucker flowers open.  This boy knows just what he wants.  He groans loudly—and then more softly as he hears footsteps in the arcade.
    “Fuck his hole.”
    I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.  I line up—and before I can push in, the bottom impales himself on me.  I slap his ass and take over the drilling.  His hole is really wet.  He continually milks my shaft on ever stroke.  It’s a hot fuck.  And I give him a ball-slapping ride.
    “Take a turn,” I tell my friend. 
    We can just squeeze by each other.  He slides in—I love watching him use this guy.  But he doesn’t do him for long.  He pulls out and we change places again. 
    My cock goes in.  Deep.
    “Breed me, Daddy,” he grunts out.  “I want your cum.”
    I surprise myself by feeling my balls tighten up. 
    “I want you as my first load today.  Cum in me.”
    I increase my pace.  And I’m there.  I hold onto his hips and fill his ass.  My thrusts slow—and I begin churning my own cum—making it froth around his puffy red ass lips.
    I pull out—and can just manage not to squirm as he somehow turns in the tight space and begins to clean my cock…
     
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    Using Roy--In Words and Pictures

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—June, 2021
    [This post really did have pictures to illustrate.  I am not printing them here.  I got his permission to put them on my personal blog, but not here.  To see them, follow the link at the bottom.]
     
    He wrote me on Asspig.  I am not sure where he was actually from, but he was coming to the gay campground nearest to me.  He knew he would get some action in the woods, but really wanted his hole used and stretched.  That can be something that is hard to do in the out of doors—between makeshift clean out situations in communal showers and the potential of getting half the forest on the top’s greasy hands if he touches the ground.
    We set a date and time.  Roy arrived promptly—reminding me he would need the shower.  He was fun and friendly.  Roy was around my age, likely just a little younger.  [Who isn’t anymore?!]  So, late 50’s, mostly grey hair, a decently in shape body which had caught some sun at the campground.  In the brief moment we talked before I sent him to clean up, he seemed open and playful.  I set up the rest of the playroom while he used the Ergoflo.  I put on some hot Germans fisting and pissing on each other on the big screen TV.  As the feature finally began—down the stairs he came…
     
    He kneels to suck my cock.  No sub here.  We are two men enjoying what we can do for each other.  He sucks me in and gets me hard easily.  But I can tell it’s not really his thing.  When he has had enough, he climbs up, without any encouragement, onto the fuckbench.
    I get a first taste of his fresh from the shower hole.  I spend long minutes poking and prodding him with my tongue.  I spit once.  Then twice.  Right on the loose pucker and drive the saliva home with my tongue.  Again and again, until my own cock is dripping.  I smear my juices on him and push it in with my tongue.  Then I swab the head of his dick with my tongue, getting a huge dollop of precum.  I hold that in my mouth and then work it up his hole, too.
    I stand and slide in.  His hole welcomes my dick—literally pulling me in.  I fuck him.  He fucks back. 
    Pic 1 and 2 of my cock entering
    I grab the egg headed dildo.  It disappears easily up his ass.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I push it down and add my dick.  I double fuck him.  Then I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I pull it up and now slide my cock in under the toy.  He loves this—and tells me so as the poppers come out.
    Pic 3 of dildo and my cock in his ass.
    We switch to the sling.  I fuck him here, too.  But I know what he wants.  I grease up my hands. 
    His hole is eager.  It accepts my left in mere moments.  Then my right.
    I go back to a fuck.
    I pull out and stretch him open with a lateral stretch.  He loves this—so I find the speculum and slowly crank him open—until it is wide enough for me to add my cock.  I fuck him with the medical device in place.
    I decide to go back to my hands.  I alternate back and forth with them.  Once I add my cock when my left is buried deep inside.  He loves looking in the mirror above him.  His eyes never leave it as my cock slides down my forearm and buries itself in him.
    I go to the chain.  I grease and insert.  It is the hunk of chain with the smallest links.  I push each link in him.  One.  At. A. Time.  He groans, commenting on the weight.  I get about 13 of the 18  links into him.  I tell him just that.  Then begin pulling it out—each link giving a tiny stretch as it emerges.
    Pic 4 of chain in his ass.
    I use the butt plug on him afterward.  Once is has slipped in, I hit my fist against the base—sending vibrations through his whole body.
    Another hand session follows.  Back and forth.  I build in tempo---as I move more quickly between left and right.
    Roy tells me his hole has likely had enough.
    “Of cock, too?” I  ask.
    “Hell, no.  Breed me and send me home with it.”
    I am happy to oblige.
    Pic 5 of cummy cock on his ass.
     
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  14. FelchingPisser

    Three Scenes From an Orgy

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Grand Rapids—June, 2021
    It was time for the monthly sex group that meets to the north of me.  I took the chains to do the double-decker slings again, my fuck bench and the rim seat.  (Leather men never travel light…)  I got to the house about 30 minutes early and helped the host with the final set up.  He had been averaging 10 to 12 people a month after he started the group up again this spring.  This time, 17 to 20 men arrived, stripped and began to have sex on both floors of the house.
    Here are three highlights of my night…
     
    He is on all fours on a flat padded bench.  It is in the corner near the double-decker sling.  Lots of action is happening on the bed in the other room—a massive oral dog pile of naked flesh.  This guy is, well, young for this group—a group that skews 35 to 65.  He is maybe 25.  He wears a designer jock, really more backless underwear, which perfectly frames a generous bubble butt.  He’s cute, with a smooth, lithe body.  His legs are very hairy like so many young men.  He keeps his head down from either shyness or submission. 
    I watch him as I fuck a friend in the sling.  From the moment he bends over he has dick up his ass.  Every man who walks into the room gives his ass a try.  Some fuck him for quite awhile.  Others do a few strokes and go on.  One man, slightly heavier and around 30, stays with him—feeding him his cock so he always has two dicks in him at once.
    A versatile pig who I know from here is the fifth man up him—in the first 15 minutes of the party.  He sticks his seven inches up him, pulls it out and drops to his knees to rim the much fucked hole.  I can see the pig is loving the taste of this guy’s ass.  He has gone from a lazy jerk as he rims, to giving himself a blistering hand job as his tongue roots around in the fucked hole.
    The Pig comes up for air and sees me grinning at him.  “Get over here,” he tells me.
    I excuse myself from the guy I was fucking and join them.  “Taste this hole,” the Pig commands.
    I squeeze by the Pig and kneel next to him.  I stick my face in the boy’s ass.  It is indeed a treat.  I wonder if he arrived with loads—certainly none of the men here have dropped any this fast.  I stand up and fuck a few strokes into the kid.  Then I pull out and let the Pig licks me clean.  I still can’t tell.
    The Pig asks to fuck him again.  We switch positions.  The Pig fucks the kid—and lets me clean his cock after a dozen strokes.
    “You have loads in you?” the Pig asks point blank.
    The kid shakes his head, slightly embarrassed.  “It’s just me,” he tells us.
    I watch the Pig fuck him.  Harder.  I stand up. 
    “Lick him clean,” I tell the kid when the Pig pulls out again.  The larger guy gives way at the kid’s head and strokes—watching us use the kid.  I spit on the kid’s hole—and now really plow him.  The kid has a long dick in both holes.  The force of my fucking is impaling his throat on the Pig’s cock.  He chokes occasionally, but is able to continue.  I pull out with a loud slap on his gorgeous ass.  I bring my pre-cumming cock up to him and to the Pig, who goes to his knees, to enjoy…
    *
    He’s a newbie—and is drop dead gorgeous.   I first see him on the bed, on all fours, with his sculpted ass in the air.  I am fucking another regular, a gymnast type, with a glorious ass of his own.  I watch the gorgeous one give his hole to two different men as I continue to plow into the gymnast.
     
    The gymnast finally asks for a break.  At almost the same moment, the second guy swats the hot guy on the ass and pulls out.  I am right there, my tongue reaming into his fucked hole.   He doesn't even turn to see who is using him now.  But he sure does when my cock begins to slide into his wet chute.
    "Fuck, that's big.  Give me all of it."  
    I do.  To the hilt.
    I fuck him a long time.  Then I flip him and fuck him on his back so I can look at his face.  He is likely in his early 40's and old style Hollywood handsome--chiseled features, a cleft in his chin, hot stubble on that granite jaw.  His hair is dark and rather long.  His body is gym built.
    We move to the sling.  Some guy makes use of his mouth as I fuck.  Off to the side, I see the kid in the corner take a load--the first of many that night. 
    I also fuck the gorgeous one on the fuck bench.  Here we are joined by the top who loves to have me open a guy's  hole for his thicker dick.  We do just that--rotating around the bench so both our dicks are always in him.
    We take a break.  "You need to let me eat your ass on the rimseat."
    "Sure."  He sounds pleased.   Then:  "Are you the guy who likes to felch?"
    I nod.
    "Let me see if I can get a load for you."
    He goes upstairs.
    I get my cock sucked for a bit and then start up. I meet Hollywood Handsome on the stairs.  He grabs my arm, nods and leads me up to the rimseat.  I get under and he sits.  That glorious hole flowers open and seed begins to drip out.  Someone begins to ride my dick as I lick out the swollen ass lips above me.
    Mr. Hollywood groans and flexes his ass, making the drip become a trickle.  I lick and swallow.   The guy riding me is now really pounding himself down on me.
    Mr. H stands up.  He is suddenly being fucked by the big top who shared him with me downstairs. 
    "Let me churn that load for you," the top grunts.  
    I watch the fuck, framed by the seat above me.  The top pulls out and a large glop of semen falls on my nose and mustache.   Mr. H sits down...and the cum in his ass pores  down my throat...
    *
    It is done.  Everyone who wants to has gotten off.  I have played with most of the men in attendance in one way or another.  Now it is only the host and me left.
    "I have at least 7 loads in me.  Come on."  
    We go to the rimseat.  I can certainly tell he's been bred, but I think most of the loads have been churned out of him by others.  I tap his thighs to have him stand.
    "I need to fuck," I growl.
    My host kneels on an overstuffed chair, jutting his slender ass towards me.  I lick it in this position a little more.  My cock reminds me what needs to happen, by spitting out a dollop of precum.  I rub it over the head as I stand up.  
    Even after all the men tonight, he is a tight hole.  But I am in and fucking.  Hard.
    "Fuck me harder," he chides.  "Make me feel it tomorrow."
    I build the tempo.  My hand finds the back of his neck and squeezes, something I know he loves.  My thrusts slam into him as my hand tightens...
    And that is just enough.  I am over the edge.  I fill his ass with all the cum that has been building for the last 4 hours....
     
    The original post can be found hear--with a 1000 more: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/three-scenes-from-orgy.html
  15. FelchingPisser

    A Brief Bookstore Bang

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—June, 2021
    I did my work contract—and eleven days later I was finally back at the bookstore…
     
    I have arrived slightly earlier than usual.  From the number of men in the theatres, I seem to have caught the last of the late afternoon crowd and the beginnings of the evening group.  I sit in the straight theatre, off to the side.  I have interrupted a man getting head as he stands at the back wall.  The moment I sit, the two go at it again.  Noisily.
    Other men are scattered around.  Some even jerking.  It feels pre-pandemic.
    I get out my cock.  The movie is good and I spring to full erection easily.  I don’t have long to wait.  A short, bald man, currently masked, but is still recognizable as a frequent sucker of mine.  He nods and kneels.  The mask inches up and he takes me down his throat.  He’s good.  As long as he doesn’t use his hands.  For some reason, he loves to squeeze my dick in a stranglehold.  
    But he’s being careful tonight.  He likes to show off to the others that he is sucking me.  He groans and sighs for the audience.  And takes my entire length down his throat.
    The door opens.  Two men, around my age, come in.  I don’t recognize these two.  They seem to be a couple.  They make a beeline for us. 
    “Look at that cock.  You need to try that out, Jerry.”
    Jerry, who’s slightly shorter, nods and kneels next to the man sucking me.  This puts my current sucker off.  He gets up, sighing loudly.  Jerry goes down on me.  And he’s better.  Or at least his tongue is more active.  His partner makes encouraging noises about sucking me as he unzips.  I watch the new sucker work and ruffle his hair as a thank you. A hard dick slaps my cheek.  The partner wants to be in my mouth.  I open and take the thick cock, dripping pre-cum.
    Another man comes over to stroke to the three of us.  The guy in my mouth is letting me take charge—I am rather glad he is not trying to fuck my throat, given the girth.  The guy in my mouth tells Jerry to lick my balls.  He does—and strokes the wet shaft with a light touch.
    “You should try this dick,” says Jerry, coming up for air.
    They switch places.  The new guy is a decent cocksucker—but nothing special.  Jerry unzips and lets me take his rather small dick in my mouth.  He groans and then chats to his partner about my cock.
    The guy sucking me stops, holding me around the base of the shaft.  “You want this up your ass, don’t you?”  He waves my cock at Jerry.
    “Can I?”  He asks his partner.
    “Do you fuck?” asks the man on the floor.
    I tell him I do.
    Jerry is a flutter.  He pulls out of my mouth and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear.  He leaves his retro Hawaiian shirt on but open.  I stand up.  Jerry’s partner stands up and ditches his cutoffs, too.  Jerry bends and I go to my knees to rim.  Jerry sighs and takes his partner’s dick in his mouth.  I don’t linger long licking his ass.  He’s obviously come to the bookstore ready for this very thing. 
    I stand up.  “You want this raw?”
    I get a “Yes,” from Jerry and a “You can breed him,” from his partner.
    I go in slowly.  I’m big enough that Jerry has to stop sucking and concentrate.  He relaxes.  I feel him open—and I slide all the way in.  Surprisingly, the man who was stroking to us, goes to his knees.  Jerry’s partner shares his cock with him.  He goes back and forth between the two mouths.  He gives Jerry more of it—really wanting to see his partner take both our dicks at the same time.
    And suddenly Jerry starts to cum—letting it splat on the floor.  He is shooting with each stroke I give him. 
    This causes his partner to explode in Jerry’s mouth.  And then pull out and give two last spurts all over Jerry’s face.  The other guy on his knees cleans the spent cock as Jerry stands up and pulls off me.
    They both tell me thank you as they wipe down and struggle back into their clothes.  The other sucker leaves first.  The couple go out—still chatting.
    I wash up and piss.  I go to the gay theatre—no one.
    I go back to the straight one.  The men have vanished.
    I wait. 
    No one is around
    It was a great 15 minutes---and nothing else happens the rest of the night.
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  16. FelchingPisser

    Hogtieing Ross

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    North of Home—June, 2021
    I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home.  I was headed up for the third time at the top of June.  I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different.  Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature.  I packed accordingly…
    I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots.  Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in.  He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity.   I point to the floor between my legs.  He kneels between my scuffed boots.
    “Start with my balls.”
    He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered.  He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery.  Now I take my cock out.  I slap his cheek with the head.  It makes a hollow sound.  I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone.  Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me.  I let him get me good and wet at his own speed.  But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face.  It feels great—and I can go deep.  But I want to go deeper yet.
    “Sit on the bed.”
    I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him.  He presents his wrists for the same treatment.
    “Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” 
    He does it—in a smooth, graceful move.  He opens his mouth expectantly.   I straddle his head.  I bend and lower my cock his mouth.  And begin to fuck.  Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge.  I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath.  Then five or six.  Pause.  And again.
    This time, when I pull out he is panting.  I shove right back in and go the deepest yet.  I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva.  I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face.
    He pants.
    I grab the hogtie clip.  I fasten his legs to it.  “Take a hit,” I tell him.  The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips.  I press down drawing his extremities together.  My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck.
    He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it.  I throat fuck him one last time.  As deep as I’ve been ever.  Again, I pull up deep throat slime.  This time I smear it on my cock.
    I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed.  Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height.  My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit.  We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest.  I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move.  Even if he wanted to.  And he doesn’t.  He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole.
    I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him.  Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together.  I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass.
    *
    We are in the sling.  I have eaten his well fucked ass.  I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands.  I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop.
    “You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans.
    It’s true.  I am hosing his chute.  It feels like a huge load.  When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him.  I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth.  He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth.  I swallow frantically.  I am not going to waste a drop.
    When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick.
    “I have to piss,” he tells me.
    We trade places.  He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling.  And he’s good.  Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack.  Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue.  My balls, my perineum, my ass crack.  The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up.  It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again…
    *
    Ross is back in the sling.  My left hand is deep in his hole.  I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers.  This is an old trick with him…but one he loves.  I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole.  I jerk myself inside him.
    I switch hands—and add my cock again.
    “Double me.  Please…”
    I re-grease.  Both hands.  I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. 
    Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him.
    I do it again.  Left.  Add the right.  A slight turn.  Hold and get them out.
    I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out.
    “I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies.
    We switch back to the bed.  
    I fuck him on all fours.
    I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out.
    I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth.  He has incredible control.  He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. 
    I stop stroking my cock.  His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss.
    It’s too much.  I stand up.   My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud.  It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process.
    I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot.
    I stand frozen and not moving.  I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me.
    Finally, I kneel.  I whimper as he pushes out one last time.  His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum.  I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh…
     
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  17. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—June, 2021
    I was just about to start a mini contract—but one that would allow me no time for play at all.  I wanted to take a few hours for myself—to empty my balls.  It was a Saturday night.  But I could not find a man to fuck online.  On any site.  So off I went to the bookstore…
     
    It looks pretty dismal here, too.  The parking lot is fairly full, but the men must all be in the arcade.  In the straight theatre, there are two guys.  Both are sitting very close to the screen—which translates to “leave me alone.”
    I sit and watch for a bit—but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold.  Through the low grating in the common wall between the theatres, I hear a chair scrape next door.  I go to the gay side.  One man is sitting and stroking.  He is seated along the side wall, enjoying the decent bareback flick.  I sit at the back and haul out my dick.  The other man, a bearish daddy type, with a fairly full beard, nods to me—in a ‘welcome’ sort of way, not a ‘let me suck your dick’ kind of way.
    We stroke to the movie.  We both seem to enjoy the talk that leads up to well photographed breeding—where, eventually, far more cum is pushed out of the bottom’s hole, than spattered around it.
    The door opens.  Two men come in.  One stands at the back and leaves quickly.  The other finds a seat on the opposite wall to the Bear.  He sits, opens his cut-offs and pulls out a long, thin hooded dick.
    We all sit and watch the movie, stroking happily and occasionally eyeing one of the other two.
    The door opens.  A thin kid comes in—African American, just below medium height.  He is wearing skinny jeans and a tee with the local university’s logo on it.  His hair is cropped close to his skull.  His handsome features smile as he sees our three white dicks being stroked.
    Without any talking or nods or sign language he walks to the long, thin dicked guy.  He kneels in front of the spread legs, pushes the man’s hands off his dick and takes him deep into his throat.
    The guy gives a contented sigh to what is obviously an expert blow job.  He lets the kid do all the work—and is shooting in no time.  The sucker cleans every drop off him—so well that the guy takes out a fast food napkin to wipe himself up and puts it away unused.  He pats the kid on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.
    The kid literally crawls across the floor to the big bear.  The cock here is the exact opposite.  A true beer can, not very long, but very thick.  And cut, as far as I can tell.  The Bear has stopped stroking and points his dick at the kid as he crawls towards it.
    In one movement, the kid swallows him down.  I think about going over to work the Bear’s tits, but there is no time.  The Bear is already convulsing down the kid’s throat.  He grabs the kid’s shoulders and won’t let go as he bucks into the kid’s over stretched mouth.
    The Bear pushes him off his cock, buttons up and leaves.  The kid stays in a huddle on the floor.
    I wait.  Eventually his head comes up and he turns to me.
    “Please, Sir….”
    It’s a low whisper.
    I stand up—my cock jutting out, hard and throbbing.  “Come here.”  My voice is almost as hushed, but still commanding.
    The kid crawls to me.  He just gazes at my cock.  His hands, instinctively, go behind his back.  “Please use me…” he breathes.
    I step forward.  I slap my cock on his right cheek.  And again on his left.  “Open up.” 
    He does.  I push into him and let him do his work.  He’s great.  Great suction and even better tongue work.  But if he thinks he’s going to get another load in 30 seconds, he doesn’t know me.  He finally pulls off me, panting.  I let him recover.  Then I grab his chin and open his mouth for him.  He ovals—and lets me fuck his face.
    After repeated strokes, I pull out.  I notice his jeans are trying to tent with the tight fabric.
    “Lick my balls,” I tell him.  I jerk my dick as his warm mouth is all over my hairy sack.  I finally nod at him and he does his best to get me off at his own pace.  He works really hard. 
    He finally rocks back on his haunches—“What can I do to get you off…Sir?”
    I pause. 
    Then.
    “Get naked.”
    “I can’t be fucked, Sir.”
    “Just do it.”
    He hurriedly stands and strips.  He has a great natural body.  And an incredible bubble butt.
    He kneels again.  I let him suck.  For a long time.
    I surprise him by kneeling myself in front of his kneeling form.  My finger finds his tight pucker.  I play around it, idly, as he pants.
    “I so want you in me, but I didn’t think that would happen here tonight,” he whispers in my ear. 
    “Stand up and lean into my chair.”
    He does.  Trembling a little.  I turn, still on my knees, and bury my face in his ass.  He may not have cleaned out—but he showered.  I can taste the Dial soap.  He whimpers as I tongue fuck him.  His hand goes to his cock. 
    I bat it away, stopping the rimming long enough to say, “Just enjoy it.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    I force myself to stop or I know I will want to fuck him.
    I turn his hips so he turns towards me.  His hard, just above average, cock stares me in the face.  I spit on it and pull him down so we are kneeling face to face again.  “Kiss me.  Taste your ass on my tongue.”
    His eyes widen.  But he does it.  And then groans as if I have fed him the most incredible delicacy.  My finger finds his now wet hole. It pokes inside.  Just. 
    I break the kiss and bend him to suck my dick in this awkward way—but I want my finger in his pucker as he does it.  He is moaning around my dick.
    I pull out of his mouth.  Stand.  He straightens up, still on his knees.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  I begin to drill into him.  His hand goes to his cock—this time I let it happen.  I am so fucking close.
    “You want my load?”  I know the answer, but I want to hear him grunt out a “yes” without letting my cock out of his mouth.
    He makes some sort of affirmative sound.
    And I’m there.  I fire volley after volley of hot seed into his throat—and then onto his tongue.  He swallows it all.  And licks me clean.
    It is only then that I see he has covered my boot with his own massive wad of cum…
     
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  18. FelchingPisser

    Loading Up Keshawn

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—May, 2021
    This was my final play in a very busy May.
    Keshawn had made the trip to my playroom three times—once in the old house and twice in the new.  I had loved going south to his birthday party, but I owed him a fuck on his own turf.  I had tried once in the winter to head south and icy roads had sent me home after only a handful of miles.  But now there was no problem to take the sling to him.  So I did…
     
    I find his place easily.  He meets me at the door and takes the sling bag, so I go back to the car for the poles.  I go up one flight.  He has cleared a spot in his living room.  I set it up as he works to stream some porn on his mammoth television screen.  It takes me no longer than 10 minutes to get the sling up and the carpet protected.  I strip.  He hits play and does the same. 
    We are standing by the couch in his sparsely, but nicely, furnished living room.  He kneels, pulls aside the jock pouch and takes my thickening cock into his mouth.  He gives me wonderful head.  My cock easily extends to its full size and goes down his throat.  He pulls off and looks at it, holding me by the balls.  He spits on the head and takes me down his throat again.  To the root. 
    Keshawn tells me to sit on the couch.  I do and spread my legs wide.  He crawls between them—this time hefting my cock out of the way and attacking my balls with that thick, velvety tongue.  I sigh and close my eyes.  He is doing everything I love with my nuts:  one at a time in his mouth; more licking than sucking; caressing them with his tongue—knowing they will soon be giving him a load.  He finally goes back to my dick, leaving my balls sopping wet.
    He stands up—presenting me with his extra large dick.  I take the head in my mouth and get maybe halfway down his shaft before I choke.  I try again—and do better.  His cock head is drooling, so I spend more time there, licking up the seed and swallowing.
    “I need to eat your ass.”
    I get up.  Keshawen turns and kneels on the seat of the couch, his arms on the back of it.  It presents that full butt to me in perfect dining mode.  I dig in.  My tongue burrowing deep.  I spit.  I drill into him.  I spit again.  And again.
    I stand up and my cockhead brushes his now tingling hole.  But the angle is terrible—he’s too low for my long legs.  We move around to the other side of the couch, where he can stand and lean on the back.  I now really look at the porn for the first time.  Jake Morgan is getting plowed on a couch by a horde of men. 
    I sink into the man in front of me.  Slowly and steadily, until I am balls deep. 
    “OOOOh, yeah!”  Keshawn pants out as I slide into him.  He grabs his poppers, does a hit and gives me a nod to start plowing.  I do.   I build fast to a hard driving fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping against his full ass drown out the grunts and groans from the porn.
    I look across him at the screen again.  The camera pans from Jake on his back getting plowed to Clay Towers on all fours at the other end of the couch with just as many men waiting to go up him.  I grin.  I have had the pleasure of fucking both bottoms in this video.  I love porn with men I have actually had have sex.  I mention this to Keshawn.  He tells me that Ray Dalton, who is currently up Jake’s smoldering hot ass, has had his (Keshawn’s) ass at the bathhouse here in Indy.  I laugh and redouble my efforts…
    *  
    We switch to the sling.  I kneel and eat him out again.  God, I love eating a fucked ass.  His always smooth hole is now creamy—from what I have been dripping out of my cock and the ass jizz he is producing.  I lick him out, stand and fuck.  When I pull out, I bring it to his mouth.  He makes the sexiest sounds possible as he slobbers over it, getting every drop off of me.
    I go back to his ass and fuck some more.  I take a huge slug of water and keep some of the cool liquid in my mouth.  I kneel and spit some of it on his hole.  I take another swig and do it again—this time forcing some into him with my tongue.  He moans lightly and tells me it feels wonderful.  I hear the poppers open and close.  As the waves hit him, I stand up and fuck him.  Slowly and deliberately. Doing some knees bends to make sure my strokes are hitting his prostate.  Every.  Time.
    I get him out of the sling to stretch his legs.   After some soda, he sucks my cock again.  Kneeling and moaning about how wet and good it is now.  I grab the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. 
    The guys on screen are beginning to take loads.  Keshawn climbs back into the sling, expectantly. 
    “Load me.  Please.”
    He strokes his own cock back to full erection.  I glide into him.  I let him popper up before I begin to fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  Solid smacks of damp bodies against each other.  Now he simply lets his cock flop with the thrusts I am giving him.
    My eyes drift to the screen.  There are two back to back huge loads shot.  I can feel my balls tighten.  Keshawn is back to stroking his oversized dick.  Suddenly it goes off.  Jizz is flying all over him, the very white drops looking even hotter on his chocolate colored skin.  His ass is contracting.  There is no way I am not going to shoot, too…and suddenly I am.  I grab the top bars of the sling.  My body feels like it is pumping out more than usual deep inside Keshawn.
    I stay inside him.  I want him to lick me clean—but there is no way I could stand it yet, with every nerve ending screaming at me.
    I look at the screen.  Jake Morgan, cum covered is standing shakily to his feet.  I take it as my sign to move and let Keshawn clean me up.  He does.  I mop up some of his jizz and cover my cock with it.  He licks that up, too.  I lean back and my finger can find his dripping hole.  I get some of that on my fingers, too, and feed him…
     
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  19. FelchingPisser

    Reuniting with Derrick and Jacob

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    West Michigan—May, 2021
    It was a long time coming.   I was finally seeing Derrick and Jacob again.  Our last meet was in January of 2020.  And here it was May of 2021.  We’d had a play session scheduled for late March in 2020—but like so many things, we cancelled it as we all locked down for that first time. 
    It was great to see them.  I thought they looked well and rested.  We were certainly all hairier.  I know I had cut down on trips to the barber and my goatee was the fullest it had ever been.  We sat for a very long time in the living room playing catch up as we drank strong, aromatic hot tea.  Our pandemics had all been long and tiring, but not hard financially or with health issues related to it.  The three of us felt incredibly blest.  We were all fully vaccinated—something that had taken awhile for them to achieve with Jacob being younger.
    Eventually, we stripped down and went into the den.  Jacob chose one the many kinky slide shows they had compiled to play on the huge screen television and off we went…
     
    We are all a little hesitant.  Hands are everywhere before mouths this time.  Do we kiss?  Yes.  But we warm up to it, where it is often where we start.  Jacob goes to the floor—servicing my hard dick with his mouth and Derrick with his right hand. One of my hands rests on Jacob’s head and the other is roaming around Derrick’s chest.  Eventually, the pressure of my hand on Jacob’s head moves him over to suck his partner.  I move behind Jacob.  I can’t wait for that first taste of his hairy ass.  I sink in.  My tongue finds his hole.  He groans around his partner’s cock.  I tongue fuck him for a long time, getting my own cock well lubed.
    “Hold that thought.”  Jacob gets up quickly and hurries upstairs to double check things.  I lean forward and suck Derrick’s cock instead.  He sighs, then places one of his very large hands on the back of my head, holding me in place.
    Finally he lets me up—and pulls me into our first kiss. I let him explore my mouth before I do the same to his.   Then he has me stand so he can get a taste of my cock.   Now it’s my turn to grab his head and fuck his face in long, sensuous strokes.
    I pull out of his mouth.  I find the thin bench and place it perpendicular to the couch we are on.  “I want to eat your ass,” I tell him.  He takes the hint and kneels on the bench.  I kneel behind him, spread his legs just a little bit more—and taste my second ass in ten minutes.  Derrick is smooth and only slightly hairy around his pucker.  I love the contrast.  I grease my cock as I tongue him—spitting more and more saliva into the ever opening hole.
    I stand up.  I wasn’t planning on fucking before Jacob got back, but I can’t help it.   I need to enter him.  I stand up.  I move easily into him…not fast, not slow.  Just a steady push into place. 
    “That is so hot!”  Jacob has returned.  He stands to the side of us, stroking his lengthening cock, the PA in it catching the light.  “You want two dicks in you?”  Without waiting for an answer he moves around and feeds Derrick his cock.  Derrick grunts his pleasure and begins slamming back on my hips.
    I fuck him harder and harder—matching the rhythm of his ass.  Finally, I pull out—indicating Jacob to take my place.  “Don’t move,” I tell Derrick.  I get my cock, fresh from his ass, into his mouth before Jacob fucks home.  Again, Derrick is at the mercy of two very hard dicks fucking into him.
    Finally Derrick asks for a stretch.  “Take my place,” he urges Jacob. 
    They switch.  I get back to eating out Jacob’s hole.  At one point I also tongue the back on his balls.  My mouth continues on down to the base of his cock.  I pull his hard dick toward me.  I am able to crane around and get the dripping dick head into my mouth.  His precum is leaking like crazy around the PA.  I get a good mouthful and take it up to his damp hole.  I lube him with his own juices.  His sigh turns to a deep moan as he really realizes just what I’ve done. 
    Derrick uses that moment to slap his hard cock on Jacob’s cheek.  “Open.” 
    Jacob takes the proffered dick. 
    I stand up.  My drooling cockhead parts the hairy lips of his hole.  I watch myself disappear inside him.  Inch after inch.  Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on opening his hole.  I back up and push forward—adding another two inches.  And again.  A little more goes in.  Jacob goes back to cock sucking…and I sink home.
    His arm goes up—telling me to hold—as if I don’t know this about him.  I do it.  For just a few seconds, until I can feel his ass welcome me by relaxing.  He gives my cock a squeeze and I know he’s good for me to fuck.
    I do.  Strong strokes.  Almost all the way out.  And all the way in.  I push him forward repeatedly onto Derrick’s hardon.  When I stop, Derrick comes around to fuck his partner.  I stand to the side, knowing Jacob is not as enamored of ATM as Derrick and I are.  Instead, I let Derrick begin his assault on the upturned ass, then I step behind him and enter him again.
    “Fuck yourself as you fuck him,” I mumble.  I stand still and let him do it.  He bends just a fraction so I am hitting his prostate each time he bucks back out of Jacob. 
    To mix things up, occasionally I take over the movement—fucking Derrick hard enough that he drives his cock deeper into Jacob.  Then I stop and let Derrick fuck Jacob with every stroke and himself on every backstroke…
    *
    We are down in the incredible well stocked playroom.  Jacob is in the sling.  I have eaten his ass and fucked him again.  I am currently, with my dick still rocking inside him, greasing up my hand. 
    I work it in, doing the same wait—just like that first fuck.  Soon I am fisting him easily with my left.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above the sling as my cock joins the hand already inside him.
    “Fuck….” he croons.
    Derrick, watching from a chair to the side, strokes his cock.
    I take out my cock and then my hand.  I re-lube and do it again.  Hand, cock and the full on stroke.
    “You should show him,” Jacob says to his partner. 
    Derrick stands up.  I slip out of Jacob and move to the side.  Derrick greases his big hands up.  It takes a moment, but his left goes fully into Jacob—Jacob’s ass lips snapping down on the thick wrist. 
    I am impressed.  It was because Derrick couldn’t get fully inside Jacob that I, with my medium sized hands, had been invited into the playroom all those years ago. 
    Well, at least 17 months of lockdown was good for something—when they could only play together.
     
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  20. FelchingPisser
    The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021
    I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile.  I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018.  My host was the same man.  He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle.  I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck.  I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon.  We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place.  The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements.  The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes.  The St. Andrews cross was not there.  I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers.  It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why…
    We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill.  I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago.  They all remembered my flight suit.  I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc.  And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly.
    By nine o’clock, I was horny.  I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots.  Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun…
     
    It’s early and we know it.  It is dark out here.  There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them.  There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising.  We head down to the glory hole set up.  We hear someone shuffle on the other side.  My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall.  His sigh tells me he is getting serviced.  And well.  I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure.  He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.”
    I stick my dick through the hole.  It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough.  The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented.  I grunt my satisfaction.  My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other.  This is at first hot—then not enough.  He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees.  He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once.  When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest.
    We are joined by an older Latino.  He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy.  His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments.  The cocksucker swallows gratefully.
    The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband.  My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole.   He pants.  He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” 
    He leaves.
    And a cock comes through the middle hole.  I go to my knees and suck it.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend.  The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place.  It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…”  The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end.  I get up and go around the partition.  A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here.  He braces himself against the wall.  He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting.  The top nods at me and the bottom grins.  He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth.
    The crowd is picking up.  There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air.  I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does.  The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking.  I slip into the bottom.  He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him.
    Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass.  The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me.  Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight.
    *
    We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top.  A big burly man is fucking him aggressively.  I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam.  Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock.  The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam.  I let the roommate take the next fuck.  He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck.  I do, slurping it down. 
    “Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other.  I stand up and sink into the cummy hole.  It feels even hotter now. 
    Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam.  He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun.
    *
    I go back to the glory hole area.  I can’t find my friend.  I assume he got off and left.  I do find the same young man making out with the same older man.  It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks.  The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face.  The young guy juts his hot ass into my face.  I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me.
    Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste.  “Kiss him,” he whispers to me.  He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do.  The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  We share a hot moment.
    A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives.  He hauls out a short, but thick cock.  A man emerges from the shadows to suck it.  I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples.    The man on his knees gives up.  I go down.  It’s a challenge to open wide enough.  And there is a big PA to deal with as well.  I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft.  He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.
    The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude.  A finger comes through the far right glory hole.  I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area.
    The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out.  I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench…
    *
    It’s late.
    There is a cluster on men at the picnic table.  A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock.  I watch leather jacket take over from another.  The handsome guy smiles at me.  I wait my turn.  And get it.  I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock.
    “God damn.  Fuck me!”
    He gets up and stands, bending only slightly.  I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him.  The other men move around him.  One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right.  Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock.  I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately.
    “Oh, yeah.  Faster!” he commands me.
    I do.  I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. 
    And the fool spits it out.
    The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket.  I ask if he wants to get off. 
    “Yeah, but let me piss first.”
    I kneel.  “Where are you going?”
    It takes a moment, but he finally gets it.  “You are a bad boy…”
    He gives me his cock.  Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA.  I swallow him down easily.  He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up.  I have more of him in my mouth this way.  He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness.  He pulls out and jerks his dick.
    “Take my load, fucker.  Take it.  Take it now!”  And he blasts all over my extended tongue.
    I swallow.
    He takes off. 
    I am tired.  I would love to get off with somebody.  But there is no one left.
    I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday…
    If you need to see a picture of me in my flight suit, follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/deep-in-woodsand-several-asses.html
  21. FelchingPisser

    Toying With the Ginger Bear

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    North of Me—May, 2021
     
    In the middle of the month I drove north for some play time with the Ginger Bear.  I packed my usual ‘go to’ ass toys and made sure my nails were trimmed and filed.  He welcomed me with a huge hug.  This time we were back upstairs in his bedroom where he had the sling ready to go.  Up we went and stripped down…
     
    The Ginger Bear is on his knees.  He has me in his mouth at about three quarters of hardness.  He wants to deep throat me before I reach full erection.  He goes for it.  And success!  I am lodged in his throat.  As I come up and out, I am now at full erection—so he doesn’t try it again, settling for some great tongue work on my thick mushroom head.
    He hops in the sling and I go to my knees and get his crack and hole wet with a ton of saliva.  I poke it as deep as I can.  I lube my dick as I do, stroking, thinking of the hole I’m about to invade.  I stand and slide in.  Slowly, but relentlessly.  Until my pubes are crushed against him.  His fingers touch his nips and his eyes roll back.
    I fuck him.  Slowly.  But turning up the speed after almost every thrust.  I pull out.  And kneel to taste his ass again.  I revel in his juices, re-grease my cock and plunge back in.  I fuck the Ginger Bear harder—as he works his nipples.  He is making vocal sounds in some language known only to sex, but you can tell they are all happy noises.
    I pull out, take a swig from my water bottle and let loose a blast of piss on his hole—as asked for when we talked online.  He groans, letting me know that he thinks it’s hot.  I kneel and lick him dry of every drop of piss I can find.  While I am down there, I grease up my egg headed dildo.  I twirl it into place, stand and add my cock.  He is right back to being as tight as when I first entered him.
    I fuck him with the toy below me.  Then I switch to have the toy above my dick.  Each gives me (and him) a different sensation.  The mix of plastic on one side of me and hot, wet flesh on the other is great.
    I grease up the speculum.  I want to give him a good lateral stretch before I try for my fist.  I crank it open, toying with his prostate.  I love how his breathing changes every time I touch his most sensitive place. 
    I work the device out—and my left hand slowly into him.  We have played just enough for an easy entry.  I move slowly and deliberately.  He inhales deeply and his eyes roll back into his head.  I turn my head slightly.  And then out.
    My cock slides back in. 
    I fuck as I lube my right hand. 
    I work my right in, just as easily as the left.
    I go back to the left—and let my super hard cock slide down my slippery wrist and soon my cock is slipping in between my fingers deep in his ass.  I love the feel of it.  So does the Ginger Bear.
    I slip my dick out first…then the hand.  I grease up my black butt plug and insert to keep him open.
    I grab the ass grommet chute.  I grease it inside and out.  The plug comes out—and I try to fold the grommet down so it can get into him.  My hands are just too slippery.  Instead I slip my cock inot it.  It fits snuggly on my shaft and lets the full dick head out on the other end.  I line it up—push—and with a slight ‘pop’ it goes into place.  The grommet is tight around my shaft.  It is greasy enough to fuck through it.  It is makes a noisy sucking sound as I move in and out—creating something of a vacuum in his guts.
    I finally tire of it and pull out—with the device still on my dick.  I want to take a picture, it looks so hot, but my hands are far too greasy.
    I go back to alternating my hands in the Ginger Bear.
    Then it’s the biggest toy I own—sort of a three tier butt plug.  I have to work at it a little.  But it eventually goes into place. 
    “I have something larger,” he tells me.
    I go root through his toy box in the closet behind me.  I arrive back with what looks like the phallus of some sort of dragon.
    “I can’t take much of it,” the Ginger Bear cautions me.
    I grease up the mammoth head of the heavy phallus.  After all our play he takes a little more than he realizes.   I show him.  He’s impressed. 
    We go back to my hands.  I add three fingers of my other hand with my fist in place. 
    He loves it—and then it is enough. 
    His hole is done for the day…
     
    The original post, with some pictures of the toys, is here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/toying-with-ginger-bear.html
    An Equipment Close-Up of the Ass Grommet is here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/equipment-close-up-ass-grommet-chute.html
  22. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—May, 2021
    It was time to head up north for some group fun.  Once again the host asked me to bring the rimseat and the chains from my sling.  I arrived early and we hung the two slings above each other.  This time we took the pictures you see here, before the group got into full swing.
     
    Sometimes the men trickle in over the first hour.  Today it seems like everyone arrives right at the start time.  The bed is a dog pile of cock sucking.  I can’t quite get an accurate count but there are at least a dozen of us licking balls and sucking cock.  And I am rimming the hot ass of our host as he chokes on a heavy hung regular.
    I move aside, still kneeling, to make way for the wet cock of the man our host was gagging on.  He is ready to plow.  I watch in extreme close up as he works it into the hole I have opened with my tireless tongue.  He works it steadily into the tiny hole—but soon all seven veiny inches are buried in the slim butt in front of him.  He holds a moment before beginning a slow, easy stroke.   I am mesmerized.  I can’t take my eyes off this sizable cock disappearing into our petite host.  I am brought back to reality as the fucker pulls out and slaps my face with his moist, ass slicked, cock.
    “Get me wetter,” he grunts.
    I happily do some ATM for him.  I love the taste of this ass—and now it is on his big dick.  I leave lots of spittle on the cock—and guide it back into the winking hole.  He fucks him hard this time.  I don’t move.  I am treated to another taste of my host’s butt—from deep where my tongue can’t reach.  I spit repeatedly on the seven incher as he pulls it out of my mouth and goes back into the upturned butt.  Then I stand up and begin fucking myself—working my way around the bed…
    *
    I am now under the rimseat.  A slim regular is straddling my chest, about to sit down.  Over the course of the evening I have fucked him three times—and watched him be used by others.  I now want to taste his ass as only the rimseat can let me.  He lowers himself carefully and sits.  My tongue spears into him.  He whimpers—and I hear him do some poppers.  I am getting the steady drip of someone’s cum onto my tongue.  I slurp it down noisily. 
    A hand bats my fist away from my erection.  I stop stroking and let someone suck my dick as I felch the load out of the ass mashed onto my face.  Soon the man stops sucking and begins to ride my cock.  The drip of cum into my mouth and the man fucking himself on me is likely to take me over the edge.  He stops impaling himself—just before the point of no return.
    “You need to eat my ass,” says the guy who’s been riding me.  It is unmistakably our host.  “In the sling,” he finishes.
    We all re-group.  The host climbs up into the top sling.  The man with the load I was eating gets in the lower sling, anxious for me to churn the remaining cum with my engorged dick.  I sink into him first.  Then my face is covered by a wet and hairy hole.
    My dick fucking goes on automatic as I begin to tongue fuck the ass in my face.  I am reaming him out with each thrust.  My host’s mouth goes into over drive.  He tells me:  to fuck that boy below; to eat his hole out; to give the guy my cum—so he can eat it out.
    Others come in from the bed area and watch us.  I love that two couples fuck on the floor on either side of us—so they can watch.  And a hung bottom guy feeds the man in the lower sling his dick.
    I let another top take my place—while I move to feeding my dick to the bottom sling guy.  The new top only occasionally takes a lick of the man on top.  I keep thinking he doesn’t know what he is missing.
    The top moves away—and I go back to the simultaneous holes and fuck away with cock and tongue…
    *
    Much later.
    We are winding down.  Our host has a lot of cum in his ass—but so do many others.  (God, I wish I was multi-orgasmic!)  I am on the bed, making out with a 30–something young man with a shaved head.  He and his partner/boyfriend/fuck bud/random hook up have arrived late, but in time to get some cock up his ass.  He then fucks his man each time someone pulls out of his ass.  The three of us are on the bed.  I am kissing the shaved head guy—wet and sloppy.  The Latino partner is going back and forth on our two cocks.
    I roll over and tell Shaved Head I want to fuck him.  He gets on all fours.  His partner crawls under him to suck his cock as he gets plowed.  I eat out the hole for a moment—the enter him.  The partner goes from sucking his man, to licking my balls as I fuck.  It’s heaven—and unexpected.  I fuck him harder…really slamming into Shaved Head.  I pull out, curious if the Latino will do ATM.  He does.  He swallows me down and makes the hottest moan of pleasure at tasting his friend’s ass so completely.
    I pull out of his mouth and go back up the ass.  The Latino is right there, licking the shaft of my dick as it enters his man.
    “I need to fuck,” mutters the guy I am plowing.
    I stop and let him roll out from under me.  He goes right up the Latino—who, still on his back, is busy cleaning my dick.  I lean forward and spit on the Shaved Head’s dick which is disappearing in the tangle of very hairy ass.
    Shaved Head knows I want it before I do.  He pulls out and lets me get my first taste of the Latino’s ass.  I groan.  Even better—the Latino has wormed between my legs and is now eating my ass.  Shaved Head plows back into him, as I sit up—and smash my ass down on the boy’s face.
    His uncut cock erects.  Fully, for the first time.  And shoots all over his hairy chest.
    I scoop up some of his cum and taste it.  Shaved Head seems to know to stop.  I smear the rest of the load on my dick and tell Shaved Head I am going back up him—coated with the load.
    “Do it.  Fuck me with his cum…”
    Shaved Head is back on all fours, straddling the Latino.  They kiss as I fuck.  In moments, Shaved Head explodes all over the spent cock of the Latino.  The contractions of his ass are too much.  I fire deep into his hole.
    And our host is right there to lick up every drop of cum…
     
    For the pictures, you have to go to the orginal:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-orgy-with-double-decker-sling.html
  23. FelchingPisser

    A Bookstore Re-match

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—May, 2021
    It took me a couple of days to recover from the orgy.  But by day three I was horny.  I didn’t feel like hosting—so of course I went to the bookstore nearest to me…
     
    The crowd is sparse.  I find some warm up head in the gay cinema.  He is decent with his mouth, if not inspired.  The movie I am viewing is not good.  The guys in the film are way too young and tentative—and all look alike.
    Finally we take a break.  There is no way he is going to get me off.  And my sucker certainly wants no reciprocation.  He goes back to the arcade.  I go to the straight cinema. 
    I am alone in the place.  (It is a Monday night after all.)  The video here is better.  It is seemingly all anal and rough.  The oral is almost forced and makes the young women choke and pull up huge strands of deep throat spittle—which she sticks up her ass.  My dick is now harder.
    The door opens.  A regular comes in and goes down front.  I know that he wants to do nothing but view the movie.  He watches the video for a moment.  I hear him unzip and spit into his hand.
    We jerk to the movie.  Our fists make different, slippery noises as we stroke.
    The door opens again.  A man comes in—and I am surprised when he sits next to me.  I look over and grin.  It is the good looking man with who I played (and kissed) in the entry ‘The Bookstore:  Hot, but Sweet.’   His mocha colored hand looks amazingly hot, as it grasps my overly hard, very white cock.  He takes off his mask and grins at me.  He slips to his knees in front of me.
    “So big…” he murmurs, before taking me deep into his mouth.  He works the head, sucking loudly—or at least it sounds like it is in the all but empty room.  He comes up for air—then slowly sinks down on my cock—taking it all but the last inch or so.  He deep throats me three or four times in a row. 
    Then we kiss.  Slow and deep.  When he pulls out of it, he unzips and takes out his cock.  He stands in front of me and feeds me his big dick.  I lean forward, but hate the angle.  Soon I am on my knees, slurping loudly, taking all of him into my throat. 
    He wants to sit.  I pull his slacks and underwear down first.  This lets me go for his balls once he’s seated.  They have a lovely days-worth-of-work musk to them.  Once I have gotten them good and wet, I pull them up and lick his perineum.  Here the tight curls of black hair hold every drop of my saliva, as I inch ever closer to his asshole.  I tease it with one swipe of my tongue and go back to his balls.
    “Please eat my ass.  I’d let you fuck me, well…if I’d known you were going to be here.”
    I pull at his legs.  He scrunches down in the seat.  His legs are on my shoulders.  My tongue hits his hole.  He groans.  Loud.  I eat him out—using a lot of spit, as if I was going to push my dick into him.  Finally his legs get heavy.
    “Stand up and bend over,” I tell him.  I get out of the way—and he does just what I ask, holding on to the back of the chair in front of us.  I slide into position.  My tongue can go so much deeper now.  I eat him out—coating the large amount of hair surrounding his hole.
    Finally he stands, pulls me up and kisses me.  Then he sinks to his knees to suck me again.  He is jerking himself this time.  It seems to make him work harder at getting my load…
    *
    We play back and forth for a long time.
    I tell him about the playroom and how I would love to have him in the sling to really work on his hole.  He even takes my number so we can arrange it. And after jerking each other languidly as we continue watching the hot movie, he goes back to sucking me.
    When it’s my turn, I ask to eat his hole again.  This time I add my hand jerking him as my tongue reams into him.  It’s too much.  He fires the first spurt on the floor.  The rest into my mouth as I twist to get under him.
    He apologizes for shooting…but then he looks at his phone—and we’ve been sucking and licking each other for over an hour.  He sends me a text in my presence, so I know he has my number.
    I don’t get off.  There is no one else around.
    We chat by text a little, once I’m home.
    And I’ve never heard from him again.
     
    The original:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-bookstore-re-match.html
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    Keshawn's Birthday Orgy

    By FelchingPisser,


    Motel
    The actual next entry, The Watcher,  contains moments of straight sex observed.  Not sure if I can mix thing on a blog on this site--I will just give a link to those who might care:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/the-watcher.html
     
    Louisville—May, 2021
    Keshawn, he of that glorious ass and massive dick, let me know that he was holding a birthday party for himself in Louisville.  He was inviting some of his favorite (and vaccinated) men for an all out hotel orgy to celebrate the day.  Could I come?
    I barely had to think.  Of course I would go.  I was more than ready for something like this.  I booked a room at another hotel across the river for my overnight.  On the day, I got to town early.  I napped at my deserted motel and just before the appointed time drove across the river and found his much bigger—and more highly occupied—hotel.  I waited forever for an elevator as they were being very strict about how many people were in each car.  I eventually made it up—and knocked…
     
    Keshawn lets me in.  There are easily a dozen men, all clothed and masked, in the room.  They are watching the enormous television and having a drink, sipping carefully around the face coverings.  I feel like they are all waiting for me. 
    It is a lovely diverse lot of men:  in body type, in age, in color, in kink level.  
    We chat.  I open my bottle of water.  I am actually feeling a little ill at ease as they all seem to know each other.  One more man arrives—and it’s the cue to strip.  The great equalizer.  Off come the clothes and the masks.  I have a man kneeling in front of me before I can get my leather cuff on.  I have opted for a brand new jock, boots and my wrist cuff.  The man sucking me moves on.  I kneel and give warm up head to hot Latino daddy.
    Men are everywhere on the two beds and on the surrounding floor.  Everyone seems to have a strong oral side.  There is a lot of back and forth.  I look at two young men, both on their knees, sharing the dick of a man who is likely older than their combined ages.  It’s a great vibe.
    I watch Keshawn, lying on the bed, as his cock is sucked by a heavier, older white guy.  I go towards them.  The older guy moves around, squatting over that big dick and lowers himself slowly onto it.  I love seeing the ebony shaft disappearing into his pale, white ass.  I go over, kneel and begin to lick Keshawn’s balls.   Soon I am tonguing the shaft as it comes out of this guy’s ass.
    Keshawn pulls him down, so they are chest to chest.  I lick the full length of that hot cock, while only the thick head is still buried in the man.  The head plops out eventually, so I suck his cock—and then work it back into the man, using my spit for lube.
    Keshawn announces he wants my dick.  We move around the bed so he can continue to fuck the big guy—and I can fuck Keshawn.  This works well.  I have had him in this position any number of times.  I stand still and let him impale himself on me and then he fucks into the guy still on the bed.
    Eventually, we vary it by letting the guy suck the ass juice off of Keshawn—and I take a turn up the white guy.  This man’s hole is hot, wet and squeezes anything invading him.  A good fuck.  And one we both return to countless times over the night.
    *
    I have moved around the bed.  I have two younger men on my dick.  Well, one is on my dick and the other my balls.  The guy sucking me is Latino and very handsome.  The ballsucker is average, thin, white, blond and cute.   And he has bottomed for the man sucking me.  I can’t wait to taste his ass.  As they both come up for air, I go to my knees and begin rimming the blond, turning his hips so he takes the Latino in his mouth.  I love how fluid we all are…for soon the Latino joins me on the floor and we take turns tongue fucking this boy.  Then we take turns fucking him with our dripping dicks.  I drop back to my knees as he fucks him first.  I make it clear, that I want him to pull out of the Blond and fuck my mouth.  He gets it.  He does it.  And pushes right back into the ass, with a satisfied groan.  When it’s my turn to fuck, the Latino goes to his knees, expecting the same treatment.  I love pulling out, letting him clean me off and pushing back between the Blond’s swollen ass lips.  We change off, each of us fucking the blond once more—before Keshawn approaches and splits the Blond’s ass all but in two.  The Latino and I stay on our knees and take turns cleaning Keshawn’s gorgeous cock.
    *
    I have a very intimate moment with a much older Latino.  He has been fucking all the available hole.  His dick isn’t big, but has a delicious looking thick foreskin.  He stands, leaning against the wall as I clean his cock of precum and ass jizz.  He both zone out and forget the rest of the room for about 10 minutes…
    *
    I am sprawled on the bed.  I have asked a freshly fucked man to ride my tongue.  He is planted on my face.  Someone has gone from sucking my cock to riding it.  The man on my tongue is squirming and moaning…and leaking a load onto my tongue.  I tongue fuck as hard as I can, enjoying all the juices he drips into my mouth.  Finally, his legs give out and he moves off me.  I see it is Keshawn riding my dick.  He leans down to my face and whispers—“I want you to meet my friend.”  I nod and he gets me.
    We don’t have far to go—just to the other bed.  I had seen him from the first moment I walked in.  He is the handsomest man in the room, where there are a number of contenders.  He is around the same age as Keshawn, He is muscled—with a harness showing off the definition.  His dark skin literally glows.  He is well hung and has been topping every man who wants his large cock.  I am introduced with “This is the guy from Michigan I told you about.”  The handsome one smiles—and hefts my cock, letting out an appreciative breath.  He kneels, as does Keshawn.  They share my cock back and forth.  Soon, Keshawn stands up—and now the handsome one has me and Keshawn’s monster slapping at his face.  I pull out and go to the floor and take the handsome one to the root as Keshawn fucks his mouth.
    Soon, we trade off on fucking Keshawn.  At some point in our rotation of going from his ass to his mouth, Keshawn tells his friend:  “You should let him fuck you.”  There is momentary pause, then Handsome one pulls out of Keshawn’s ass and bends over the foot of the bed.  “Go easy,” he mumbles.  I kneel and get my first taste of his ass.  Keshawn spreads the Handsome One’s cheeks so I can tongue him deeper.  I spit and tongue and poke—making the man beg for my dick. 
    “Fuck me, stud…” he mumbles into the bedspread.
    I stand up and enter him.  I get three inches into him.  Keshawn kneels and pulls my cock out of his ass, licks it and spits a bigger gob of spit back on it.  I now sink halfway in.  The Handsome One groans.  I reach under him, touch his cock and get a handful of pre-cum.  Again I pull out and let Keshawn taste his friend.  I rub the pre-cum in with the spit…and glide into the willing ass.  Keshawn now squirms under me and is there to lick my balls as I fuck his friend.
    It’s not a long fuck—but an incredibly satisfying one.  Soon enough he asks me to stop so he can fuck Keshawn.  This time I eat his freshly fucked hole on the each backstroke.  He loves this. He fucks him harder and harder—and slams back each time onto my pointed tongue.
    “I want to taste your hole”—he announces to the room. I am tossed on my back on the bed.  Keshawn holds my legs—and sits on my face.  I feel the wet tongue of the Handsome One explore my hairy crack.  When he has had his fill, he tells Keshawn to get off my face—he has to kiss me.  It is an incredibly hot kiss—the taste of all our asses on each other’s tongues—for Keshawn is right there—all three mouths sharing and exploring…
    *
    When I come back to earth, I notice a couple more men have arrived.  I am thinking we are around 16 now.  Soon enough, I have had some sort of sexual contact with almost everyone in the room.  Men are beginning to shoot—down throats or in asses.
    The Handsome One breeds a regular fuck bud of his.  I am there to felch and share with the bottom.
    I know I want to breed the Birthday boy.  How else could I possible thank him for including me?
    As the men begin departing, I tug Keshawn by the cock to the far bed.  I put him on his back.  I want to watch his face as I give him my loads.  I eat his ass briefly—having been there so much of the night.  I rear up—enter him and fuck.  Hard.
    “Fill me up,” Keshawn moans, stroking that monster cock.  That’s all it takes after the hours of play.  My balls give up—and I shoot my pent up load.  In two strokes—he joins me, shooting a massive load all over his chest.  I lick some up… and bring it to his mouth.
    We kiss… “Fuckin’, happy birthday,” I say as I drool his load into his mouth…
    And the link, as always to explore the rest of the blog:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/keshawns-birthday-orgy.html
  25. FelchingPisser

    "Just Use Me..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—May, 2021
    “I need you to open up my hole.”
    Maybe it wasn’t Stuart’s first sentence.  He might have said “Hi” before that.
    I am not sure which hook up site we were on, but likely AssPig.  He had taken a hand before, but not for a very long time.  The guy was in his 30’s and big, but not sloppy.  A true bear.  Hair everywhere.  The picture he opened showed a hairy ass I knew I would love to get lost in.
    We arranged a date.  Which he cancelled.  But correctly.  We set another time and he drove a very long way to end up on my fuck bench…
     
    I come into the playroom.  I am so used to finding men kneeling there, ready to suck.  But Stuart knows what he wants.  He is on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind the hairiest ass I’ve had in ages.  My tongue hits his pucker.  He is tight.  I begin to tongue drill him.  He flowers open easily.  I use a finger to work the saliva in deeper.  And some coconut oil.
    “Fuck me.” 
    I go back to rimming and finger fucking his ass.  Stuart begins to pant.  I stand up.  His head snaps up off the bench to look at me in the full length mirror in front of him. 
    “I want that dick in me,” he grunts out.
    “You still want it raw?”
    “Fuck, yes….”
    I slather more coconut oil on my throbbing cock.  It probes his hole.  I slide in.  Carefully.  Letting him get used to my thickness.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And begin a slow fuck.
    “Just use me,” he grunts out, opening his poppers.  “Open my hole.”
    I wait until I hear the cap go back on before I begin a much more powerful fuck.  I slam into him repeatedly.  I pull out and bring my dripping dick to his mouth.  He doesn’t hesitate.  He swallows me down. 
    “Taste your ass, man.”
    He grunts his approval—with my dick deeply lodged in his throat.
    I fuck him some more.
    I pull out the trusty egg-headed dildo.  He takes the toy easily after my fucking.  But it is harder to add me along with it.  I get in, but it’s not a comfortable stretch.  I go back to just my dick alone.
    “Let’s switch to the sling.”  I get him in and comfortable.  He loves watching my dick go into him from the mirror above.  I end the fuck and work the speculum into him.  I crank it open.  Slowly.  Playing with his prostate after each crank.  I get it wide enough to add my dick in with it.
    “That’s so hot,” he moans.  He watches my dick fuck into him—held open by the stainless steel walls of the medical device.
    I crank him closed.  I finger him a little—getting 4 into him easily with lots of coconut oil and a little Crisco.  I try the medium sized butt plug…well, medium on my shelf of toys, but it may large for some.  It goes in.  But it is definitely a stretch.  I beat on the base—making him squirm and pant and huff some more poppers.
    I do some serious hand work.  We do lots of stretches, but it is not going to happen today.  I tell him so—and remind him its a process—as wipe excess Crisco off his hairy hole. 
    He understands—but is disappointed.  “So just use me any way you want…”
    I take him at his word, and piss all over ass.  I kneel and lick it clean—loving how the drops of piss cling to the hair around his hole.  I stand up and give him another spurt—this time getting some inside his ass.  His cock has erected with each pissing.  Now I do a third spurt on his balls and shaft.  I clean those off with my tongue as well.
    I am super hard—so I fuck him.  Fast and hard.  Making the sling chains clank.  Then I stand still and push the sling away—and pull it back onto me.  It makes him feel how really deep I am in his guts.  I keep impaling until we are both breathless.
    “I want to eat your ass.  But over here.”  I pull out the rimseat.  Then help him out of the sling.  I get out and get under.  He sits.  His hole is wide open above me.  My tongue probes up into him.  I get a steady drip of coconut oil.  And now coconut oil mixed with piss.  I hear him with the poppers…and his groans as his ass is reamed out with my tongue.  Once I figure his rush is gone, I tell him to ride my cock.  It’s not an easy position for him, but he does it gamely, impaling himself over and over again.
    When his legs tire, he sits back on the seat.  I welcome a fresh stream of coconut oil, precum and ass jizz in my mouth.  I know I want more.  My mouth is sealed around his puffy ass lips.  I reluctantly pull it away and tell him to get up and lean into the sling.  He does.  I get up and take a major swig of water from my bottle.  It not only clears my palette, but makes me need to piss.  Stuart is leaning chest into the sling as I told him.  I fuck him for a moment in that position, but then stop, keeping my cock buried in him.  A moment…and then he is literally flooded with my piss.  He groans and then begins to whimper and go for his poppers.
    “Keep a clear head,” I tell him.
    He stops and just enjoys the sensation of his guts getting heavy with my piss load.  I finally exhaust my bladder and pull out.  I get under the seat.  He hands me his popper bottle.  I take a hit.  He sits.  He is clenching his ass incredibly tightly.  He huffs…and lets go.  There is no trickle.  The moment my tongue hits his pucker, he relaxes and the piss waterfall is in full force.  I swallow as fast as I can. I let go of my dick for fear of cumming.
    It’s a huge flow for maybe 15 seconds.  Then a trickle…and then it’s just normal tongue fucking for a long while to get every drop.
    I get him up fairly fast.  We go back to the sling.  The urge to breed is on me.  He asks for the blindfold—and looks hot, lying there, used and damp and hungry for my load.  I do some nipple work on him…but I need to shoot and know it. 
    I feed him poppers.  I rim.  I push in.  I fuck.  For longer as it feels so good.  So wet inside.  And I suddenly make it wetter.  I gush out a big load into his hot ass.
    I felch a little…and lean across him, dribbling it into his mouth. 
    He is surprised—but pleased.
    He goes home thoroughly used…
     
    The original, with some fun comments, here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/just-use-me.html

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