FelchingPisser

Flex in Cleveland. There are two side by side, but they are in a special wing that they open on certain weekends, (like CLAW).

My Playroom—January, 2023 I came home delightfully sated from my New Year’s Eve adventure. I was not on the prowl for more sex anytime soon. But I was pleased to get a text from James, the younger looking blond from that night. He wanted more. He really wanted my load—he was so sorry he had gone home before he got it. We chatted on and off for most of the day. By the first Friday of the new year, he was stripping in my playroom… James tosses his clothes in the chair. I take off my robe and hang it on the doorknob. He is naked but for a yellow jock. In the light of the afternoon (and not a dark backroom) he is likely higher in his 30’s than I thought when I first met him. Not that it matters. He goes right to his knees. “Come here, Daddy. Let me suck on that big thing again.” He mouths the jock pouch for a bit, making my cock swell. Then it is in his wet mouth with his ever-moving tongue. He remembers my hotspots—my balls, and under my balls where the cock ring pushes them out. “I want to lick your ass. Up on the bench.” The poppers come out for him the moment my tongue finds his tight pucker. I can’t wait to make it gape. I poke and prod and spit. He has found the mirror on the side wall that lets him see me at work on his ass. The poppers make his chatter. He tells me how good my tongue is making his tight hole, how he wants me to destroy it, to fill it with cum…on and on. I coat my throbbing cock with coconut oil as I tongue him. I spit a couple of more times into him. I stand up and my cock finds his now loose ass lips. I push in. He groans and takes another hit. I hold until his hole responds—letting my cock bottom out in his tight tunnel. I fuck him. Slowly. Making him mine for the day. “Harder, Daddy. Make me feel it.” I let him have it, faster than my usual slow build. I plow him. It’s the only word. He is incredibly vocal, egging me on. My foot goes up on the bench next to his knee. It lets me get even deeper in his ass. I pummel him, over and over. I pull out. “Taste your ass on my dick,” I say as walk towards the head of the bench. He hungrily takes me into his mouth. His tongue swirls. He gurgles, delighting in the heady blend of coconut oil and ass jizz. “Get me good and wet—no lube for this next fuck.” He leaves my cock dripping with spit. And I plow back into his hungry hole… * We’ve moved to the sling. I insert the small butt plug into him. I keep his hole open as I make him suck my dick—then I stand on tiptoe and have him lick my balls again. He loves how sweaty they have become from the exertion. Pic of plug The toy come out. My cock goes in. I fuck him. His eyes are riveted to the mirror hanging above him. He can’t get enough of watching his hole be used. By cock. By tongue. By toy. I have pulled out the egg-headded dildo. The big head is a major stretch for him, but he takes it. There is no way he is ready for me to add my cock along with it. The toy stays in as he licks my cock once more, craned around, hanging out of the sling. I move back and fuck him fast and deep. His ass lips are curling and changing color as the blood rushes to them. This makes me pull out and lick them, sucking their plumpness into my mouth repeatedly. Pic of cock “Can I try the speculum on you?” “Anything you want…” I grease it up and slide it in. I crank. Slowly. His eyes get wide as he feels his hole open. I finger his prostate. Finally, it is open wide enough I can play with his prostate by inserting my cock. He loves this and tells me so. Sometimes with words, more often in low moans of delight… * I help him out of the sling to stretch his legs. I lay on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my glistening cock. He is in no hurry. He sucks and licks every inch of it. A tap on his head sends him down to include my balls, too. First one, then the other. He tries for both in his mouth at once, but doesn’t quite succeed. He pushes my legs apart as his tongue moves down to my perineum. His tongue teases all the hair there, coating it with his spittle. He flirts for a second with licking my ass, but comes up and kisses me instead. We stay entwined for quite some time. “Sit on my face.” I continue to lie there as he kneels above me. He lowers his thoroughly fucked ass to my mouth. My tongue is in him from the moment he settles there. Deep and loving how wet he is. How wet I’ve made him. I lick and spit and he groans out his appreciation and tells me that his hole is all mine. He begins to rock, pushing his pronounced ass lips over my mouth and my nose and back again. Poppers are opened. He begins to babble all sorts of filth about my cock, my cum, about breeding. “I really want your cum in me.” “Let’s do it.” We go back to the sling. I eat his hole some more. I can’t stop myself. Finally, I stand up and fuck. Long strokes. Deep and hard. “Fill me up!” “Fuck…” I mutter. “Give it to me…” I fuck harder. “I am so close...” “Daddy, cum is the best…” A couple of more strokes and I am there. I can’t stop shooting. It’s a five-day load. Spurt after spurt. I fall on his chest. His arms go around me. James milks my cock like crazy. I can feel myself drool out a little more… * He didn’t shower. He wanted to go home smelling as I left him. I sent him the pictures. He thanked me and told me he could still feel my load inside him. I got another text after he napped—for when he awoke, his thigh was wet and creamy… The original post has pictures: From My Side of the Sling: James Gets Creamed (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 18, 2023

Lansing—December, 2022 (You might want to read part one first....) I go find Perry and his friends, my beard still smelling of the cum I have been felching from the young man’s well fucked hole. Perry is back in his clothes, sitting on a bench, eyeing the gloryhole booths. The four of us go on a tour of the facility, wondering where to fuck for round two. We look at the sling near the big screen gay area, but the space is cold, as there is an outside door nearby. We both agree that the other sling is the place. It’s empty now. I move the moveable wall semi shut—so men can still get around it easily, but it still blocks direct traffic. When I look back, Perry is already naked and being helped into the sling by the Cub. I go to my knees and eat out Perry’s well fucked ass. The Cub gets busy on Perry’s nipples. The young Bear jerks his dick to the scene. Perry is wet. Damn wet. Nor is it from all the cum in my beard from the felching. His stretched hole is making lube like crazy. I slurp loudly, spit some back in and stand up to fuck. Men are standing behind the half wall watching me insert my rock-hard cock. One of them comes around the corner to get a better look. The young Bear is soon sucking his dick. I am plowing noisily into Perry. He pants and tells me to fuck him harder. Another guy enters our sling corner and sticks his cock in Perry’s mouth. Now he can’t talk—but only gurgle his pleasure around the man’s thick dick. I wait until I hear the new man sigh and ask: “You want to switch holes?” The guy considers it, but shakes his head. “His mouth is great.” When the other man moves on, the guy getting head from the young Bear comes over to try Perry’s mouth. As I drop once more to my knees to eat Perry’s fuck hole, an older man appears around the low wall. He gropes himself through his pants as he watches me rim Perry. I stand up and fuck. The new guy goes carefully to his knees to watch my cock split Perry open. I fuck. Harder, with someone watching so intently. Finally, I pull out. “Let me suck that,” whispers the kneeling observer. I present my wet meat to him. He licks me clean. Hungrily. Savoring the juices. “May I rim him?” “Sure. Eat his ass.” He buries his face into the hairy cleft of Perry’s butt cheeks. The rimmer groans and stops groping himself, so intent is he on licking ass. I let him go until he slows a little. “Let me fuck some more, and then you can do it again.” “Thank you, sir.” I fuck. He eats. I fuck. He cleans my cock and eats Perry. I fuck. And the young Bear takes a turn cleaning my cock as the man eats out Perry. My new cocksucker is great. I can see why he’s had a succession of men in his mouth while I’ve been fucking. I fuck Perry one more time. A new man is in Perry’s mouth while I do it. The rimmer has never left his knees. He is either groping himself, cleaning my cock or licking Perry’s wet hole. I idly wish he were nimble enough to get under the sling and lick my balls while I fuck… Perry finally calls for a time out. He gets dressed as we talk about a dinner break, but we leave it open. I go to my car and eat dinner and check my phone. I drive for a bit and get coffee. I am back in the play area just before 8pm. I don’t see Perry and company. It’s a holiday and a Saturday night. The establishment is now mostly gay men with a few straight swinging couples. I watch a woman fist her husband in the sling we had been using. She invites other men to do him, too. I go down to the gloryhole area. A young-looking blond man is sitting on the bench watching some trans porn. I smile, continue past him and into a dark corner. In moments he is there. “Need some help with this?” he asks, fondling the bulge in my pants. I nod. He unbuttons. He goes for the jock pouch. He inhales and lets out a sigh. “Heaven,” he mumbles. He spends the next 20 minutes licking the pouch, licking my nuts, once they are free and only then on sucking my drooling prick. He pulls off it. “Will you fuck me? I need to feel this beauty in my ass.” I nod and he strips right there. He has a thin to muscular frame, not much body hair and an ass I can’t wait to eat. Built into the walls in our corner, is a waist high platform. He bends over on it, presenting his rounded cheeks to me. I pull them apart—and my tongue touches his hole for the first time. He groans and pushes back, impaling himself on me. He wants it—and I want more. I rim and spit, getting him ready for my cock. “You want me raw?” I ask, standing up. “Only way I fuck,” he pants out. I enter him, slowly, inch by inch. He has skills. He milks me expertly as I press forward. When I bottom out, I hold and begin the fuck. He groans. Two other men come watch me take his ass. “Can we go to the sling?” he asks. “If it’s free.” He doesn’t bother to put his clothes back on to get there. I don’t bother to try to cover my dick. We just go. In the light, he’s slightly older than I first thought—maybe a very young looking 40. He hops in the sling. I eat his fucked hole before standing up and plowing him again. We take a break. He sips some of my water. Names are exchanged. He’s James. Not Jim. He promises me a phone number if I fuck him once more. I do. Thoroughly. Almost to the point of blowing my load. But not quite. He needs to go home to be with his mom before midnight. We go wash up and we exchange numbers. But we can’t get enough of each other. We dawdle and talk. Then I lie on a bench behind the slurp ramp. He strips and sits on my face. “So hot,” he croons. “Eat me…” Without my asking he knows to ride my tongue, then my cock and bring his gaping hole back up to my face. He does this twice. The last time on my face, he stops jerking his dick—though I would have been fine with his load all over my sweatshirt. He gets off me. “Let’s finish this right when I have more time.” I reluctantly agree. We kiss, savoring his juices in my mouth. And he’s gone. Fuck, I need to breed. And soon. A young, cubby guy, with an incredible Grizzly Adams beard finds me. “You have a great cock.” “Thanks.” “I want to be get fucked. You can load me if you want to.” We are walking towards the sling behind the low wall. He continues: “I just don’t do that very often.” “Take the load? You decide,” I tell him as I get his legs up on the chains. I eat his very hairy hole—even more of a contrast after James’ hairless one. “Oh, fuck…” Grizzly Adams groans. “Plow me.” I do. Repeatedly. His uncut cock grows whenever I eat his hole. It shrivels as I fuck. He never touches it. He is all about his hole. I eat him one last time. “I am really close,” I tell him as I begin to fuck. “I want your load.” He is panting with excitement now. “I want…to start the new year…” He doesn’t finish. “With my load inside you?” I grate out. “Yes. Yes!” And I’m there. I shoot and shoot after all the incredible sex that day. His hole is awash with my cum. I kneel and clean up what is leaking out. I stick my softening cock back in him to help push it deeper. He sighs in perfect bliss… I go to wash up. The clock on my car’s dashboard tells me I did indeed breed him right at midnight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 15, 2023

Lansing—December, 2022 I have a tradition of doing something sexual on New Year’s Eve from even before I began writing this blog. I have attended orgies thrown by fuck buds, cruised sex parties in Toronto or gone to the baths. Having driven to New Jersey and back again for Christmas, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do this year. I knew I wasn’t eager to get back on the road again to get to a major city. I settled to for an afternoon and evening at the bookstore that has play areas like a bathhouse. I contacted Perry to see if he would like to return to the scene of where we had last played in public. (See the links below for Whoring Out Perry) He was eager. And brought friends. I arrived a good half hour before I was due to meet Perry. I wanted to scout things out and have some warm up sex… I am buzzed into the play space by the cute clerk who took my money. I have given him my name to make sure that I can have in and out privileges. I make a tour. A sling, where they are showing big screen gay flicks, is ready and waiting. The sling I usually use, with a waist high dividing wall, is being used for a blow job, so I don’t intrude. I wander farther down into the additional rooms. The glory hole booths are active and the padded fuck table in the last room is empty. The porn here is good and I settle in—and it’s also the place where I am sure Perry will look for me. I haul out my cock and stroke, adding a drop of lube so I don’t chafe. Men come by, take a gander at it and leave. A guy in his 40’s sits across the padded table from me. He takes out his cock of only slightly smaller size, but with foreskin. We jerk to the threeway on the screen—glancing at each other. Finally, he comes over and kneels. He takes me in his mouth. “You have lube on it, don’t you?” I nod and tell him why, not really apologizing as it has barely any taste at all. But he goes back to his seat and strokes. In the next ten minutes, two different men spend time on my cock and don’t notice or don’t mind the taste. A guy with a football player build arrives. He’s Black, late 30’s and hung. He makes himself comfortable on the padded table, stripping down to nothing. A line of men arrive to suck his dick. He lets any and everyone have a go on it. He leans back and kisses the uncut guy. This makes the big guy ooze. I happen to know, as I’m part of the rotation of men giving him head. I stand back up and let a bear have a go on him. Uncut has stopped kissing him. I watch as he sticks the hooded cock into the football player’s mouth. The moment a dick is in his mouth his laid back attitude disappears. He becomes horny as fuck. He now jerks his dick, as he sucks Uncut, but letting the bear keep his mouth around his cockhead. It’s a hot scene—and it can’t last. Football Player erupts into the bear’s mouth. The crowd disperses. I am alone—so I move over to the better vantage point of where Uncut was sitting. In moments, I see Perry. He has brought along the Cub who was with him last time, and another bear-ish guy. Perry comes right to me, kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my balls. Fuck, he knows how to use his tongue. He finally gets to my cock, after leaving my ball sack dripping. Perry strips. He has a bear-ish body himself, with a very hairy chest and pierced nipples. He gets on all fours, with his hairy ass right by the edge of the table. I drop to my knees and begin rimming him. He groans. I groan. I love eating ass. But I really love eating the ass of a man who keeps letting me know how good I am making him feel. My cock is rampant, as my tongue pushes deeper and deeper into his hole. “Fuck me. Please.” I finally relent and stand up. There is the tiniest resistance for a moment—and then I glide in. All of me. In one steady move. Perry groans. I groan, too. I hold for a moment and begin to fuck. The bear who arrived with Perry watches, but is soon sucking a man who was stroking while he watched us. The Cub reaches under Perry and works his nipples. I fuck him hard. Then slower. And hard and long, once again. The Cub soon moves over, as a man wants to feed Perry his cock as I continue to ram into him. I love seeing his other hole full of dick. Even if it’s only for a moment. I stop, pull out and eat his ass again. His hole is so wet now. I can’t get enough of it on my tongue. But I make myself stand up and fuck him another round. Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get on his back to give his knees a break, Perry asks for a moment. I pull out and he disappears. Uncut is back—having watched the second fuck. He has brought a slim young Black man to me. The young man kneels and hungrily tastes Perry’s juices on my cock. “Fuck him,” says Uncut. “He loves big white dick.” The young man nods and strips. I get him on all fours, too, the moment he’s naked. I eat his hole as he swallows Uncut’s cock. I stand up and smear some precum of mine on his hole. “You want me raw?” I ask. He grunts an affirmative around the dick in his mouth. I press forward. My cock eases in. It inches its way into his ass. The young man stops sucking, concentrating on opening his hole for me. It works. He takes the last two inches with a sigh. He pants—and begins to suck Uncut again. I take it as my sign to fuck. I love how different he feels from the more experienced man I was just in. But he takes me like a champ. “I’m gonna cum,” say Uncut. “Feed it to him,” I bark out. “I’m gonna shoot it on his back. Use it for lube.” I look at Uncut’s smile and nod. Uncut jumps up on the table and shoots a massive load all over the young man’s back. His cum is very white on the dark skin of younger guy. When he’s shot his last jet of jizz, I pull out. I mop it up with my hand and coat my cock. “Give him my cum,” grunts Uncut. “Please…” whispers the bottom. I glide into his ass. It’s a wonderfully slippery fuck now. I love the feel of his tight ass and all that semen. It’s a mind fuck for the young man. He begins jerking himself wildly. In moments, he unloads all over the table. “Please, you have to stop…” I do. But I don’t let him move until I have felched some of Uncut’s load out of his hole… (Lots more to come next time.) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 12, 2023

I find it amazing that Indianapolis has held on to two bathhouses.

As some others have said, guys come to the playroom for my big cock, but they come back for my dirty mind.

Jackson—December, 2022 Kyle, the transman I met at the bookstore, gave me his number the day we met. We compared notes enough to learn that he really liked showing off at a sex venue. Work sometimes allowed him to get away for some play, but he wouldn’t know ahead of time. I am not a great ‘drop everything for sex’ guy, but I agreed he should text me whenever he was headed this way for some more of my cock. On the last Friday of the month, I got a text from him. I had just time to change clothes and get in the car to meet him at noon. He must be running late. There are only a few men in the place. I check the gay room and the trans room with the medical table—he’s not there. All the booths and curtained cubicles are standing empty. Two men are sitting in the straight porn corner. One of them is a tall regular who loves to get fully naked. He keeps offering the other man watching the porn some head, and is continually refused. I leave them to it and go sit in the gay room. I stroke to the better than average (for here) porn. A good-looking man with thick grey hair comes in. We nod to each other as he sits in the chair and not next to me on the couch. He pulls out a nice seven incher, as hard as I am. Do I wait for Kyle? I wonder. Naw. I am pretty sure he would be on that dick if the roles were reversed. In the time it takes me think this, the man has gotten up and knelt in front of me. His mouth covers my cock. Damn, he’s good. And I tell him so. I lean back and enjoy his mouth. Kyle shows up in the doorway. He grins and nods and goes on down the hall to the medical table. I wait for a moment before I thank the guy and go into the trans porn room. Kyle is stripped down, but keeps an unbutton flannel shirt on, with the coolness of the room. He is ready and goes to his knees when he sees me. “Let me suck that cock you got all wet for me.” He takes me deep into his throat. I let him do the work for a bit, then grab the back of his head and fuck his face. His scruffy beard feels terrific on my balls. I pull out, leaving him panting. “Missed that. I need you to fuck me hard.” I nod and indicate the table. I pull out the stirrups to get his legs comfortable. I kneel and spend a few moments on his T-cock, dipping down occasionally, and licking back up to the extended nub. I am so ready to fuck. I stand and enter him. Kyle pants and tells me to plow him hard. I begin thrusting, building rapidly. The table groans and bounces a little on the concrete floor. The grating sound acts like some sort of alarm bell—there is sex happening. And guys come to watch. The first in is the naked guy. He grunts his approval as he comes to the side of the table. His hard cock is gobbled down by Kyle. Two more men, the man at the straight porn and my sucker watch from the doorway, one groping and one stroking. Naked guy can’t take his eyes off my cock fucking Kyle. He’s had it twice himself but it must be very different to see it in action than feel it. “I’m gonna shoot. You want it?” Kyle gulps out a yes, but Naked Guy pulls out of his mouth and strokes himself off, covering Kyle’s face, beard and three stray shots nearer me. He stands there panting, watching Kyle lick up his cum, at least all his tongue can reach. My hand swabs up the spunk near me. I pull out of Kyle and announce “I’m gonna fuck your jizz into him.” I cover my cock with the load on my fingers and push back into Kyle’s very wet front hole. Kyle’s eyes get big. He groans out a “Yes…” and Naked Guy shakes one more drop out of his cock on Kyle’s arm before taking off. My sucker comes closer to watch the fuck. I invite him to use either hole, but he is very content just to stand and watch. A new man comes in, pushing past the spectator still in the doorway. He’s my age and height, with a handsome face. He’s mostly bald, the rest of his grey hair is cropped close to the scalp. He stands on the side Naked Guy has vacated. “Daddy, let me suck your cock,” Kyle pleads. The guy unzips. He is above average—long and thin. He let’s Kyle have his way with his dick, as he watches me pound into Kyle. I look up at him and smile. He nods, watching me fuck away. “Do you want a turn?” He looks indecisive. And then nods. I pull out and make way for him. Kyle locks eyes with him as he pushes in. I stroke for a minute, before giving Kyle my cock to clean. “Fuck this is hot,” the new guy grunts. “Load me,” Kyle murmurs around my dick. I pull out so he can say it again. Louder. This turns on the fucker even more. “I want to,” he says as his hips smack into Kyle, “but I’m not there yet.” Then to me: “Let me watch you some more.” He pulls out and we switch. His wet cock goes in Kyle’s mouth. I sink into an even wetter hole. I fuck. The table rocks. We switch again. This time, when the guy is ready for a change, I clean his cock. I savor the juices. I go back in. Kyle reaches down and rubs. In moments he is bucking on the table with the force of his orgasm. I go to my knees to help clean up some of the squirt. The guy’s cock is drooling as he strokes to all this. Kyle looks at his watch. His time away from work is running out. We have a quick hug, the three of us. Kyle leaves. “That was hot,” says the other top. “And to think I was a true Gold Star Gay until minutes ago—but this was the perfect way to lose that…” He unbuttons his shirt. He has a great defined and hairy chest. He drops his trousers, too. “I want that cock of yours in my ass.” He takes Kyle’s place on the table. I kneel and rim him. His ass is just as hairy as the first one in my mouth today. “Lots of lube, please.” I grease up as I eat, stand and fuck him. Slow and deep. Deep and hard. Rocking the table. We get a new batch of watchers. One of them leans over sucks the guy as I fuck. We pause. The guy gets up and bends over to suck the man who was sucking him. I take the opportunity to fuck him bent over. My strokes make him take the suck he’s sucking even deeper. Finally, we break. He tells me he wants my load in a little bit. We both wander. I never see him again. I am blue balled—but that’s fine. Tomorrow is NYE and I have a day of sex planned… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Febraury 9, 2023

Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022 We celebrated: Christmas, two birthdays and an anniversary. I wrote some and read more. Rudy and I had left it open on whether we would meet again. It would have to be on his coming home travel day. But it was an early flight—and he was very horny after the time with his aging parents. I agreed I’d love to take his ass again… I am fucking Rudy in his sling. My pelvis is hitting his upturned ass on every stroke. Hitting it hard. Making a hot sounding wet thwack with each thrust. I pull out and beat my hard cock on his cock cage. I shove it back into his slightly open hole and fuck him, just as hard, again. I pull out. This time I go down on my knees. I taste how my cock has opened him up. He is making lube like crazy. I spit it back into his hole. I grease up my hands as I continue teasing what was once a pucker with my tongue. I pull back and slip four fingers into Rudy. He takes me easily. Soon he has the whole hand. Out. In. Out. In, Open the fist… I do the same with my right. And we take a quick break. I ask if he liked the speculum. He did. I want to use it on him in a different position this time. I look at his fuck bench, but it’s not a great height for me with my long legs. I suggest all fours on the bed. Rudy grabs some sort of exercise cushion that he leans on for support. His ass is a perfect height now for either my cock or my fists. But I start with my tongue. Of course. Eating his now looser hole makes my dick drool. I spit one last time in his hole and lube up the speculum. He seems more relaxed with it this time. I open it slowly, taking time to tease his prostate after each crank. One more turn and it’s wide enough to add my cock. PIC “You want my dick in there?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I slide in. It never gets old. I love the mix of soft ass and hard stainless steel. I fuck him for a long time. I take pictures for him so he can see his hole stretched. And all mine. I put down the camera and fuck him again. The speculum comes out. I grease up my hands anew. On his knees, his ass feels totally different to my left as it worms its way into his guts. It slithers all the way in. I pull back slightly and open my fingers. I explore his second hole, the bend, with just the merest touch of my fingertips. I have never been so deep in this man. He pants. And thanks me. I slowly pull out and repeat it all. Still with the left. This time I can rotate my hand a little while inside—driving him wild and making him babble. Now I try the right. I’m in easily. I do the pull back and open. It doesn’t feel as natural to either of us. I slowly pull out and go exploring again with the left… * We are leaning against the head board. Letting him rest his legs. Talking of this and that. “Daddy, I want to try sitting on your hand.” I nod. We have done this in other years and it was intense. I re-grease and lie flat. My upper left arm away from my body and my forearm sticking up. He kneels, straddling my fingers and slowly work his way down. He stops, somewhere in the middle of my forearm. We are both panting. Rudy leans down and kisses me. The kiss is electric. It completes the circuit. We are joined in the most intimate way… It can’t last long. I let him move when he needs to. He rolls off me. We lie together, holding each other. “I think my hole is stretched for the day.” I nod. “But I can still take cock. I want your load.” We choose to stay on the bed. He lies on his back now, a pillow under his ass. It’s the perfect height for my dick. I kneel and wipe off excess J-lube. I hear him removing the cock cage. I eat him out again. His hole feels totally different again to my exploring lips and tongue after the latest stretching. My cock is aching to unload. I am making pre-cum like a teenager. I need to fuck him. Now. I stand up. He is just replacing the cap to his poppers. My cock slides in. “Fuck me.” I have to work to make myself start slowly. “Breed me.” I begin to pump faster and faster. “Make me your baby boy.” The sound of my hips smacking into him is even wetter sounding now, after all the play. “Knock me up!” I am so damn close. I look at him beating his meat in time to my every thrust. “Give me your cum…” “FUCK!” I grunt out—and unload, blast after blast, inside him. Rudy’s eyes glaze and his own cock fires all over his chest. I stay deep inside. Still connected, letting my cock ooze ever last drop into his ass, I lean down. I slurp a tiny bit of his jizz—and feed it to him… The original has a picture of the speculum in his hot ass: From My Side of the Sling: Rudy Wants More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 3, 2023

From a top's perspective.... I want you to concentrate on the guy in your ass. I do love the look of a spit roast--but that guy in your mouth is really just getting his dick wet for his turn in your hole. I also really get off on the rotation of holes--so you can taste your ass on my cock, while the one you just got wet, is now pummeling you. And a note to tops who add their cock to your mouth as I'm fucking: Don't pull the bottom towards you and off my dick. It's not about you...yet. Move closer to us. Get your dick wet and then give him a load for me to fuck in on round two or three.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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