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My Playroom—November, 2022 In the first few days of November, I had a date to fuck and fist Jake. (And likely abuse his balls.) I hadn’t seen him for a quite some time, February to be precise. We had tried on a couple of occasions to meet, but our schedules had never meshed. But we knew we’d see each other again. After all, he is the man I have played with longer than anyone else in my current stable of men. He drove in on a beautiful fall day and we began to play in the early afternoon… Jake, in his harness, sits on the bed. I take my thickening cock out of the jock pouch. He licks the head, savoring the pearl of precum, and then takes my length down his throat. I harden the rest of the way as I feel his throat constrict around me. I pull out. Jake sighs—and does it again. It’s harder now to get me down his throat. Poppers come out. The last inch goes in—but for only a second. It actually hurts me, it’s so tight. “Up on the bench.” Jake complies and I kneel behind him. I pull the cheeks apart and my tongue zeros in on his hole. He grunts as I connect. I get his hole as wet as I possibly can. I am coating my cock with cocoanut oil as I lick his pucker. I stand up and enter his ass. Slow and steady. The sippy cup of poppers is used again. Jake sighs and tells me to fuck him. I begin a steady thrust without the usual waiting-in-place time. I build the strokes quickly—using my entire length on each insertion. It's driving him crazy. He moans continually. I put a foot up on the bench in front of his left knee. I sink into him even deeper. Again and again. I get the leg down and return to fucking at a more normal depth. But Jake needs more. Already. I grab the egg headed dildo, lube it up and twist it into place. My cock slides in under the toy—making his hole feel tight again. I fuck like this for a few minutes. Then I slip out, leaving the toy in place and add my dick on the of it. It feels quite different as the underside of my cock rubs the many grooves of the toy. I don’t often fist on the bench, but Jake is ready for more. I find the Crisco under the sling and lube up my hands. The left slides in easily. I alternate back and forth. A twist on the entry and another on the exit. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. And left. Jake is in his own world. But as he feels me wind down, he murmurs a “Go for a double.” I wonder if it’s too soon but say nothing. I re-grease and slide the left into place. My right palm glides down the forearm sticking out of his ass and joins the left hand deep in his hole. Jake moans in absolute pleasure… * On to the sling. I clean up his hole of excess Crisco with a towel and then spend several minutes rewarding it with my tongue and lips. I love the feel of ass lips in all stages of play. Jake’s are now engorged and puffy. I suck them into my mouth as my tongue teases deep inside him. I slip on the Ass Grommet, the toy that supersizes my cock’s thickness. The head pokes out unchanged in girth, but my shaft is encased now in a latex donut. I watch Jake’s face as he feels the thickness stretch his hole. He sighs in contentment as I sink in. I fuck with it on for many minutes. Then I hold the toy in place inside him and pull my cock out. It creates a lovely vacuum sound. I grease my cock a little and push back in through the hole in the toy and fuck him some more. I go for a lot more hand work. Alternating between the slightly smaller left and my active right. I don’t go for another double. Yet. Jake often checks the mirror to watch the insertions, but more often has his eyes closed and is seemingly just reveling in the sensations. I use the speculum—cranking open the device with ease. I fuck with it in place. Cool metal (for the first moment) on the sides and hot flesh above and below me. Soon enough the stainless steel is as hot as his ass. With the speculum out, I go back to full fisting. I do a lot of stretching. Now, with his guidance, I work in a little deeper than I have ever been inside him. It is a slow, slow crawl into the very depths of his person. Past the second hole…the bend… Once I’ve retreated—it’s back to some alternating hands. So far, they have been going in flat—fingers first and curling shut into a fist once they are inside him. I repeat that—working up to a faster rhythm. Now I go a true punch fist—going in with my fingers curled tightly shut. Just a couple of times…and then it’s time to relax. We lay on the bed. Jake falls fully asleep for a moment. The porn on the screen ends. I don’t want to move to restart it for fear of waking him. When he wakes, he grabs the red wooden box ball crusher. I watch as he gets his nuts in place. Jake gets back in the sling. I find the extra chain we used before to suspend the crusher from the top of the sling stand. We get it all in place, so the box pulls on his nut sack, while the interior of it is squeezing his large, sensitive testicles. Jake adjusts how much pressure he wants on his nuts, and then adds nipple clamps to himself. I am not going to tighten things down this time on the box. I leave his balls alone and play with his hole. Some cock, the egg headed toy again and, mostly, my hands. I start fisting the usual way. But I am gliding home to a double much more often. More so than I have ever doubled Jake. He is now literally in another head space. All from just poppers and the pleasure I am giving his hole. We are quickly wrapping up play. His hole is tiring. I can tell. I do one more double. Jake breathes as if giving birth---and suddenly his whole body shudders as his internal orgasm takes over… * Jake has often written up the play from his perspective. I have just read his version. We remember things in a similar way—with some interesting differences. I will publish his write up tomorrow, 24 hours from when I publish this one. Here is the link to the original: From My Side of the Sling: Jake Takes It All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 26, 2022 Here is the link to Jake's version of events: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Jake Gets Another Day in the Dungeon (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 27, 2022

Near Home—October, 2022 It was the last Saturday of October. I had the night off from a temporary gig I was working. I thought about going to one of the bigger sex venues to ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but in the end, I saved money and time by going to my usual haunt. No costumes. Just horny men… As I park the car, there are very few spots. Always a good sign. I go in, pay—and sit in the straight theatre. It is packed. The last Saturday I was here I had been just about the only white guy in the room. Tonight, it is about 50/50. I get my dick out and stroke. Maybe half the men here are working their meat. I glance to the side. A muscular young daddy type—the kind with the stroller in the backseat of his car—is stroking very surreptitiously across the room from me. He uses his left hand. The right covers his cock from my wandering eye. His eyes are glued to the screen where the faux step-mother is seducing her equally faux step-son. He openly groans as her mouth touches the erection in the video. As the sex begins on the screen, I am aware of sex happening for real behind me. A quick glance shows a bear in the cocksucker’s seat sucking one man and stroking another. I look at the young daddy. The hand shielding his cock has fallen away. He stroking a thick, uncut cock. And he catches me looking at it. I nod a friendly hello, thinking there is no way he’s cruising for man-on-man action. He nods to me and looks back at the screen. My cock drools a little. I work the precum around the head and bring a sticky finger up to my mouth. I look at him again. He’s caught me doing it. He gives me a crooked grin—and mimics me—bringing a precum loaded finger to his mouth. It’s my turn to smile. We watch the movie. It’s a short scene. The young man onscreen blows the obligatory load in the step-mom’s mouth. I look back to the back wall when I hear a man groan. A cock is discharging back there, too. I feel him next to me before I see him when I turn back. Baby Daddy is right in front of me. Here he is, his hand wrapped around his thick, uncut beauty. We smile once more. I lean forward—but he’s too fast for me. He is on his knees and sucking me. Well, fuck! The sex temperature in the room skyrockets. Everyone can see us. Others start playing. One very large man waddles down to stand at my shoulder and watch me be serviced. I look back at my enthusiastic sucker. He’s good if not great. Maybe he doesn’t get much chance to play. I nudge him off my dick and murmur “Lick my balls.” He does—beating his own cock faster. Once they are good and wet, he goes back to suck my shaft. “He likes it,” the large guy, standing to my left, chuckles. He pulls out his cocktail sausage of a cock as he continues watching. In moments the big guy announces he’s cumming. Without any hesitation, Baby Daddy rises up enough to take the guy in his mouth. The big guy is wracked with his orgasm—and it is also enough for my sucker to shoot all over the floor as he swallows the big guy’s cum. He sort of apologizes to me and takes off… * I have moved to the gay side. A hot Black guy in his late 20’s is there, stroking a long thin cock. I sit next to him—the only seat left open. A heavier guy, who often sucks my cock here, nods to me. I nod back and spread my legs. He comes over and carefully goes to his knees. “He any good?” asks the young man next to me. He is wearing a bright yellow track suit—allowing easy access to his long dick. I nod. He is actually occasionally toothy—but I’d like to see him go back and forth between our cocks. Eventually I nudge him towards Track Suit. The sucker is eager. Track Suit willing. The big guy goes back and forth between us until his knees give out. A white guy, in great shape for over 50, has been watching us from behind. He kneels in front of me after the big guy leaves the room. His mouth is one of those that is perfect for sucking. He revels in taking me fully down his throat (the first guy tonight who has done this.) I keep ruffling the greying hair on his head as he bottoms out. My contentment must show for Track Suit beats his cock harder. “You should let him suck you,” I sigh. Grey Hair is eager to show off his skills. It is every bit as hot to watch him do the man next to me. He takes the thinner cock like it’s a breadstick, never chocking on it at all. He is also good at sensing when it is time to come back to me…and then later, back to Track Suit. Both of us sitting there, with our legs splayed open and letting this guy crawl from one to the other of us, are not in any hurry to shoot. Eventually, it’s too much for the guy doing the servicing. I thank him as he gets up and goes back to the arcade. "You suck dick, daddy?" I tell Track Suit that I do. “I like it,” he says, “but it doesn’t get me off. I need to fuck for that.” I agree with him that that is how I usually get off. But I do sample his dick. He’s long and thin, great for deep throat without any worry of gagging. He seems to enjoy what I do, for his hands are always on my freshly cropped head, rubbing the stubble sensuously. A young Latin comes in. I know him from here. And have fucked him. He talks a blue streak about us taking turns on his ass. We are so ready for that. But the Latin never shuts up and bends over. He suddenly goes out the door—all talk and no action. “I guess you better do some more on me,” says Track Suit. He stands up. “I’ll try to give you a mouthful of cum.” I go to my knees. He grabs my ears and begins a slow fuck of my face. “You know how to suck, Daddy. Keep that up…” He continues on in this vein, as his long thin dick pistons in and out of my mouth. I stop stroking myself. I need to concentrate. He builds up his tempo. Faster and faster. And he’s there---and I’m there, too. Without even touching my cock… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: CockSucker's Paradise (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 23, 2022

Isn't that the way men are built? I've heard wives complain about it for years...

Grand Rapids—October, 2022 I had joined Osvaldo at a number of events held at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. Between each of them he kept up a lively text conversation—sending me enticing pictures of his ass. I finally gave in and decided to meet him at the second Cum-Union party of October. We agreed on a time—and off I went. I paid my admission and went to find my locker. The place seemed busy, but not packed. I hoped that would mean men would be more playful. I ditched my clothes, leaving on a moderately stained jock and my combat boots. I was a half hour early, so I went to make a tour of the upstairs play areas. It hasn’t changed. The sling is hung at a horrible downward angle and too low (except for the shortest top you can imagine.) There is a dark corner nearby with a couch. There is a porn viewing area and a sauna. The gloryhole room is empty. The medical exam table is on the opposite side, along with another porn screen. I sat in the big porn area (with theatre seats) and stroked a little… “Hello, again…” It is a young Latin man, but not Osvaldo. He reaches for my cock—and grabs me tightly. Too tightly to be comfortable. I pry his fingers loose. I recognize him from the last time I was here. We’d fucked—and it was adequate. I explain I am waiting for someone. “Find me later,” he says as he goes off on the hunt. I put my now wilted cock away and go down to the lockers. And there is Osvaldo, just locking his up. We hug. “I am on the waiting list for a room,” he tells me. But we don’t wait. We go up to the medical exam table. I bend him over, so his chest is on the padded table top. His towel falls away. He has gained a little weight since our last meet, but it just makes his ass more voluptuous. I kneel and bury my face into his cheeks for the first of hundreds of times in the next few hours. He is wet, just from the thought of my cock. I burrow in. The sound of my spitting into his hole fills the concrete walled room. I need to fuck. I stand up and slide into him. He gasps. He’s been playing with some big toys—he takes me much easier than last time. I fuck him—long strokes. And slow. “Give it to me hard…” he moans. I do. Now it is the sound of my hips on his ample ass that fill the room. And draw spectators. They stroke openly or grope themselves through their towels. One man, my age, knows what we want. He comes over and feeds Osvaldo his cock. It’s only been ten minutes—and already the boy has what he craves—cock in both holes at the same time. Eventually, I offer the man Osvaldo’s ass. “Thanks, but I’m an oral guy,” he says, pulling out and wrapping his towel around his bigger than average cock. We fuck some more there, but no one else joins us. I pull out and go sit in a chair near the table. I spread my legs. “Taste your ass on my dick.” He’s right there, kneeling and cleaning my cock. His tongue works every inch. He suddenly stops, checking his phone, his constant companion. “I’ll be back,” he tells me. “Fuck someone else for a minute.” And is gone down the stairs. Instantly, the other Latin guy is there. Did he hear Osvaldo? He bends over the exam table. I eat him out and fuck him. But he’s one of those guys who tells me exactly how I need to do it. Too deep, too fast, too slow, etc. I make a mental note to avoid him in the future. I slap his ass, pull out and go downstairs. Osvaldo meets me—he has the room. It’s a double bed sized mattress on a wooden platform. He leads me there and firmly shuts the door. “Just us this time.” He tells me to lie down. He gives me head. He snaps away with his phone. This is why he wanted the room. He is taking pictures of his mouth wrapped around my dick. Or licking my boots. Or him sitting on my face, feeding me his wet hole. Now he gets close-ups of my cock sliding into him as he sits on me. He bounces hard—blissing out and finally forgetting to film. When his legs tire, I lean him chest to bed and eat his now super wet hole. I fuck—and kill the shot (the video I posted) by putting my knee up on the bed so I can fuck him deeper. My left hand finds the back of his neck. I hold him in place as I plow into him… * I open the door. A Latino Daddy is right there. He comes in and fucks for a bit. When he leaves, I eat the hole he’s just plowed and fuck Osvaldo until the next man arrives. A young otter clambers up on the bed and feeds Osvaldo as I fuck. He eventually fucks him, too. He says nothing, but I find that he has loaded Osvaldo’s ass. I felch it out. Another man enters and fucks. Yet another comes in as I’m fucking. His finger indicates that he wants my ass. When I say “no” he has no interest in staying. Even the bottom next door comes over to fuck Osvaldo. “It sounded so good through the wall,” he tells us, “I got super hard.” He has—and uses it on Oswado’s, now super wet, hole. We try another round upstairs. But we get no takers. We go into the glory hole room. No one. We go back to his room, and instantly have two more guys in with us. Each fucks him. No loads, but that’s just fine. I clean his ass up each time before fucking him as hard as I know how.. * It’s late. I need to go. The men at the door have slowed. I am getting tired. Osvaldo is on his back, legs in the air. I stand on the floor at the edge of the bed and slip into him, worrying that I have fucked too much to get off. But no. I give him three jets of cum. But it’s that rote emptying of my over-used balls—not the overpowering cum shot I love. I say good night. The moment I leave, a Latin daddy is back for more. He shuts the door behind him. I make one more round of the play area. A young man I recognize from somewhere is getting fucked on the couch near the sling. He is also sucking a third man’s cock. I watch his ass get loaded. The guy leaves. The young man does not move. I go over and sample the load dripping from his hole. My tongue finds it thick and creamy. My cock demands to fuck. I slip into him. The young man grunts around the cock in his mouth. I fuck a few swift strokes in the cummy hole. I am there. The full blown cum shot I needed. I give him back more cum than I ate from his hole…and tell him so as I pull out. He just keeps sucking the other man, his dripping ass up in the air for more… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Gets What He Needs at Cum-Union (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 20,2022

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My Playroom—October, 2022 I had met him just a few days ago. Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place. (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two). He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him. He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass. He had asked for my number before we were done there. A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom… He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom. He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock. I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair. His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock. He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch. He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric. My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue. It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended. He lifts an edge and my cock springs free. He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat. To the root. And holding it there. I push slightly—making him choke. He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Do that again.” So I do. He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit. My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face. This makes his hard cock ooze. We do it all again, repeating the same process. “Up on the bench,” He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass. “Anything you want,” he tells me. I choose to tongue it first. Deep and hard. He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall. It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing. Now he can see it as well as feel it. He moans. I stand up. “Did you say ‘anything?’” “Yes, Sir. I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack. A short, quick blast. I go to my knees and lick him clean. I stand up and do it again. I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock. This time when I stand, I push into him. His puffy ass lips part and take me. One inch. Two. I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. “Fuck me!” I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck. I speed up quickly. I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly. Just as suddenly I stop. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, Sir. Love it.” I walk around to his mouth. He gobbles me down, slurping loudly. “Can you taste any of my piss?” He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative. I go back and fuck him some more. When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock. I let him. I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep. Then it’s another round in his butt. He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few. He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile. I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. Which makes me want to fuck it one more time… * We’ve moved to the sling. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass. It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me. His hole is responsive to every thrust. “Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.” This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains. Finally, I stop to catch my breath. “Let me eat your ass. Please.” “Sling or rimseat?” I ask. “Both.” I help him out and take his place in the sling. He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt. He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue. He’s great. And obviously loves it. He’s rock hard. I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror. I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry. I just lie back and stroke. “I want to try the rimseat.” I get out and drag it from its corner. I arrange the mat to lie on. “Let me give you a break and go under first.” I do. His ass fills every bit of room. My mouth is plastered to his wet hole. I can barely get air. But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine. I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum. It’s my turn to groan. He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me. I turn myself to the side in order to get some air. I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again. He stands up. “My turn.” We switch. I sit gingerly on the seat. His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole. I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue. Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable. My hole is amazing relaxed and wet. I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest. He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there. “I need to breed you. You want my cum up your hole?” “Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me. I stand up. I move around and help him to his feet. “Sling or bench?” “Sling,” he decides. “I can see more.” Back to the sling we go. I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again. My cock is slick and ready. I stand up and plow into him. He grunts at the force of my entry. I can’t help it. I am in total rut. I can think of nothing but my release. Two strokes. Maybe three. And I explode. Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock. I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted… * (And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub. He’s coming back next week!) The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 15, 2022

I love both--whatever you were born with--but no stubble, please!

I had a similar experience there, I hadn't thought of in years. I had asked on my first exit from Man's Country if I there was a membership card--and was assured it would always be on file. I went back for a second visit and told them my name. The hunt for my membership card began. "I have two with that surname. Are you Robert?" I smiled and shook my head saying, "No, that's my brother." The attendant smiled but didn't miss a beat. He read out my name. I nodded, paid and was ushered in. Later, the same clerk did not charge me for renewal time...

Well, if I was wrong, I didn't want it to be here forever. I think I was there only once. There was a neon Unicorn on the stairway wall going in.

Grand Rapids—October, 2022 I got the word at the last minute. The host of the sex party I have written so often about on this site, was looking to start it up again, in a limited fashion. It was still to be in Grand Rapids, but in someone else’s home. He asked if I was available to attend—and if I could bring the sling and rimseat. Naturally, I said ‘yes.’ It was right in the middle of the month, when the weather was still warm. I packed the car and took off in the late afternoon. The trees along the highway were still a riot of reds and yellows. I found the new place easily, in a rather expensive looking neighborhood. The host, short and dark, helped me carry things in. The owner of the house was a good-looking man around my age. He had closely cropped hair and was rather tall and thin. He had not attended any of the groups where I had been in attendance. But he was eager. I got things set up just as the rest of the men arrived. I knew regular attendees Tim and Brad with their big thick cocks. A blond man, early fifties and thickly built, was a newbie to sex in groups. A regular fuck bud of the host’s, another man I didn’t know, was to arrive later. A small group—but a good way to get back at it again… “You all need to fuck me.” The Host jumps in the sling. I go to my knees and begin to suck on Brad’s thickening cock. Tim goes to the floor to suck mine. We all watch the Newbie grease up his dick and slide into the Host. I watch Newbie’s face. I can tell the moment the Host clamps down on his dick and begins to milk it. His eyes grow big and he begins to pant. He starts to fuck him, hard, as the Owner twists his nipples. The harder the twist—the harder he fucks into the host’s wet hole. The three of us regroup. Tim sucks his partner and I try to take Tim into my mouth without scraping my teeth on his thick dick. It has always been thick—but he’s been pumping it lately—and it is even thicker and more of a mouthful. I notice the Owner is now up the Host. Newbie stands by and returns the nipple stimulation. The Owner is fucking with an easy, purposeful stroke. It makes the man in the sling beg for it: “Fuck me harder,” he moans. And he does, making the chains rattle. The Owner pulls out. “He’s ready for the bigger dicks.” Tim goes first, that fat cock super-sizing his hole. Then I fuck him. And finally, Brad. The other men stand and stroke to our fucking the small man in the sling. “You should get in the sling,” Newbie says to the Owner. “I thought I was gonna top all afternoon,” he says, but he’s leaning against the sling frame and letting Newbie finger fuck his ass. I get him into the sling and let Newbie fuck him first. Then I do. Others have gone to the bed. Tim, on all fours, has his partner up his ass. The Host crawls under him to lick the long dick as it fucks into Tim. Soon the three of us at the sling, go over and join the men on the bed. I rim and fuck all three holes available to me, each juicier than the last. “Eat my ass like that,” says Newbie. He has come up behind me as I slide into the Owner’s hot butt, after licking his ass thoroughly. I keep fucking, but nod to Newbie. He moves to cradle me from behind and starts playing with my hole, sure I will let him in. I keep batting his probing finger away. The man I’m fucking asks for a break. I pull out and turn to Newbie. “I’ll rim you either in the sling or on the rimseat.” “I’ve never been in a sling…” We go over and I get him up and in the stirrups. I kneel and look at his pale, hairless ass. I pull apart the cheeks—and my tongue connects with his hole. “Fuck, yes…” he croons. I lick the crack a lot and then begin fucking him with my tongue. He jerks his cock. Faster and faster. The Host comes over and his mouth replaces the man’s hand. Newbie groans. Brad joins us, sticking his long dick in Newbie’s mouth. It’s too much. He yelps and begs us to stop or he’ll cum too soon… * We are 30 minutes into playing. We are all back on the bed…three tops, going from hole to hole. The friend of the host arrives. He strips down. The six of us are all 55 and up. The new man is a good 15 years younger. And very good looking. He comes, naked and built to the foot of bed. Every man in the room is all over him. He just stands there—letting six men fondle, suck and tongue him. He is all top. He samples all the available asses with his slightly above average endowment. While he fucks Tim, I line up behind him so his butt pushes against my tongue on his backstroke. He groans. “You have to really eat my ass out.” I let him finish his fuck. He comes right to me, the moment he pulls out of Tim. I help him into the sling. I rim. All the others ring him as he lays there, squirming. Hands and tongues are everywhere on his body. Nipples, mouth, cock, ass. Mr. Hot Looking is groaning, well whenever there isn’t a tongue or dick in his mouth. For a man who doesn’t get fucked, his hole is opening. Opening easily. My tongue is going deeper and deeper into him. He pants and twist his balls, pleading for the man on his cock to slow down. A phone goes off. Newbie has to leave. For what ever reason, other men follow his lead. Suddenly, I am alone with the Owner and the Host. And they are picking things up. I don’t think anyone has gotten off. I pack up and drive home, still needing relief… * (It was a good time—I just needed that last five minutes in somebody…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Group of Six (No, Make That Seven) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 12, 2022

During the pandemic, I wrote a whole tutorial about how I freeze cum--making a devi's dick. From March 28, 2020. I have shared this link before and seemed to strike a chord with the readership here. There were some great tips shared. Here is a link: From My Side of the Sling: Making a Devil's Dick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)

Thank you. Well, it is part on my screen name--which is made up of my two favorite kinks. I wanted to do it consistently--and practice really does make perfect. I would add, really hydrate for piss play. Drink two to three times as much as you think you should. I want to be able to piss in and on my guys every 20 minutes or so during our 90 minute/2 hour session. I waterproofed under my sling and fuck bench so I could piss right there in the playroom--not make that boner killing run to the bath tub.

Jackson—October, 2022 (This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.) I wander back to the trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam table. He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups. “This should make it easier.” I go to my knees and begin eating his ass. I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth. There is movement behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in. They both have their cocks out. Gym Rat goes to his knees to suck the bear. I stand up. The table is not a great height for me, but my cock finds its way into his furry hole. I look over my shoulder. The men have reversed on who is sucking who. “Fuck me, man.” I plow into him. Hard. Flesh on flesh slapping sounds fill the room. Both men come over and jerk to our fuck. “You want a turn?” I am looking at the Bear, but Gym Rat moves to replace me. He does a couple strokes, sighs and takes off. I go back up Blond Boy. I hammer him hard for Bear’s benefit. The Bear is now hot and ready. He taps me on the shoulder and I give way. His cock finds his hole and sinks in. He pauses for a moment, obviously luxuriating in the tight wetness. He begins to pound. The table rocks. Blond Boy grunts. I stroke, sure that the Bear will give me a fresh load to fuck in. But he stops—winded. He pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.” I clean his wet cock and fuck Blond Boy some more as the Bear watches. “Let’s take a break,” says Blond Boy. The angle of the table is not very comfortable. I help get him down and go out into the main area. The Bear follows me. I find Gym Rat, shorts around his ankles, standing and jerking to the straight porn. I go to my knees and the Bear plays with Gym Rat’s nipples under his tee, and then raises it to lick them. Gym Rat pulls out of my mouth with “I need to jerk, to actually shoot.” His hand strokes himself in a flurry. He fires three blasts of semen. First in my beard—and the rest in my mouth. He thanks us and takes off. “I need to suck your cock.” The Bear indicates for me to take a seat on the couch. I do. He kneels, still jerking his cock and takes me in his mouth. Fuck! He has a great tongue. It is all over every inch of my used cock. Licking and slurping. And now my balls. The Bear leaves them wet and dripping. He is moving down, licking under them now. Sensing my ‘go to’ place of where my cock ring cradles my balls. He huffs the sex sweat I have there—and then licks it all up, groaning in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes lower yet. “You want to rim me?” “Fuck, yes.” I stand up to undo my pants, letting them fall. I sit and he pushes my knees up with his big hands before burrowing his face into my hairy crack. Damn, this guy is good. I just let my mind go blank, letting him eat me out. “Flip over.” I get up on all fours on the couch. He can get deeper into me this way—and his tongue is feeling great. He licks me for a very long time—until his knees give out on the hard concrete. “Fuck me?” he asks, standing up. “Sure.” He replaces me on the couch, on all fours. It’s my turn to rim. I try to give him as much pleasure as he just gave me. He is panting now as I dig deep into his hairy pucker. “Fuck me with that big raw dick, man. Please.” I stand up and slap my cock on his ass. I find his now loose pucker with my drooling cock head. A slight thrust and it disappears. One more thrust—and half my shaft is inside him, stretching his hole. “Damn…” he groans. Now it’s all of me. I build quickly from a slow rocking fuck to a hard driving dick down. The Bear takes it all—and asks for more. Blond Boy comes out and watches me use the Bear. He gropes himself. And then disappears down to the arcade. I fuck the Bear until he needs to change position. He wants it on his back, but that will be impossibly low for me on the couch. We decide to use the exam table. I find how I can adjust the height and the angle for his back. The Bear gets up on it, feet resting on the stirrups. I eat his wet hole again. He calls me a pig, as I do it. I stand up and fuck. He starts with jerking his cock in rhythm to my strokes—but soon leaves his dick alone and just focuses on the pleasure I am giving his ass and prostate. I am so close to shooting—at least twice—but I just keep going. Finally, he stops me. He has to get to some sort of appointment. We exchange numbers. We both want more from each other. I look around the deserted play area. Anyone here to get me off? Blond Boy appears. He gets up on the adjusted exam table. I eat his hole—wondering if he got fucked downstairs. I stand, enter and blast a load deep into his guts… * I had so much fun, that the next day I made an afternoon trip to the closest bookstore. Of course, I proved the point that it’s all in who is there. In the near deserted building, I did find a man who let me suck him. Just as he was about to cum, he told me I could fuck him if I rubbered up. I swallowed his load instead. The only other playful man there was a hot guy with a shaved head. His limits stopped with hand jobs. I went home. The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2022

I practiced in the shower every day. I got myself hard and tried to piss. And kept at it until it worked. I love that I can give a true piss fuck--and never lose my hard on.

Jackson—October, 2022 It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout. I went on a Wednesday afternoon. This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend. But it was a terrific set of encounters… I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me. I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy. No one is viewing the variety of screens at this end of the building. I go the other way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on. The trans room at the end of the corridor is empty, too. Fuck. I go back and sit—watching a straight video. The man in it is good looking, hung and demanding. My cock stirs and I begin to jack. I hear a movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles. I turn. A naked man appears. He is a blond, hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s. His decent sized dick is hard and throbbing. I have used him here before. He recognizes, me, too. “Let me suck that big dick.” He gets on his knees and takes my cock into his mouth. He’s great. And it’s an incredibly sloppy blow job. My balls are collecting puddles of his spit. I tell him to lick them clean. He does, willingly, staying there until I nudge his head back to my shaft. He finally pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms on the back. I eat his ass for a long time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker. Finally, I stand and slide into him. He grunts. And says “The harder the better.” I begin plowing into him. We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles block our view for the moment. Then he appears, a man around the same age as the guy I am in. He is dark haired and built. His massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt. I pray he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth. Now he really sees us, too, and realizes what we are doing. He walks slowly toward us. His hand gropes the front of his baggy gym shorts. But then he turns and walks away towards the gay area. We fuck a little more, but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym Rat. I let him go and watch the straight movie. I give them five minutes. When I reach the gay room, the television is now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening. Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left over from someone’s 1990’s living room. Gym Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth. His gym shorts are around his ankles. He wears no undergear of any kind. Blond Boy, still slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat. He pulls them apart. I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a much tighter asshole. “Holy fuck,” Gym Rat grunts out. He has two terrific tongues working on him at the same time. GR sighs again. “He tells me you have a big cock. Fuck me.” I re-double my efforts to get him really wet. I can’t wait to get into him. I lick and spit a few more times, as I grease my dick up. I stand. It’s not a great angle, but I get the head into him, while he’s still being blown. “Slow,” he hisses. I have already stopped. He tries to push back on me. “You’re just too big, man. Sorry.” Blond Boy comes off his dick. “Then fuck me again.” He hunkers down in the chair. Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it, so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth. I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy. I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum. It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us to be comfortable. I plow him and occasionally slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass. My knees on the hard floor give out first. We all stretch and head our separate ways: Gym Rat to the basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I go back to the main area. The moment I sit down the main door opens. I don’t turn, I just jerk and wait to see if they come my way. I smell him before I see him. The acrid smell of asphalt. Now I do turn. It’s one of the construction crew working on the highway. He is in stained work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me. He glances at my cock and sits right next to me on the love seat. He pulls out his cock. Bigger than average and uncut. His rough hands play with himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls. We stroke silently. Throwing sidelong glances at each other. He breaks the silence. “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.” Without a word, I slip to the floor and take him into my mouth. His hands caress the cropped hair on my head. That asphalt smell again. He is dripping precum like crazy. “I really need this.” I work on his foreskin. I pull it down with just my lips and tongue. He groans. He is getting close, very fast. To slow him just a little I go to his balls. They are wonderfully musky from a half day’s work. He groans. “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.” I work up and swallow him down. He erupts the moment he feels my tongue. It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his whole body is shaking. I keep him in my mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops. I stand up. The back of his hand touches the underside of my cock. “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna try sucking one of these…” I smile and move so he can stand up, zip up and get back to work… * I take a moment after he leaves. Then I wonder back to the trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam table. He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups. “This should make it easier.” I go to my knees and begin eating his ass. I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth. There is movement behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in. They both have their cocks out… Lots more to cum—Next Time. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 4, 2022

I love men who are comfortable doing this. I have had my dick sucked at the STL Club there many times. I always think it's such good advertising for both involved as guys watch us...

Have you considered playing with men who can take a fist? The prolapse can happen faster that way. Join Asspig. I have one man in my stable of regulars who has a prolapse that is several inches long. He has so much control of it that, while I am rimming him, he can push it into my mouth and retract it back into him. Fucking my face with it. I love to do it--especially after I have shot my load in him.

Near Home—October, 2022 Last time, I noted how different cruising, even in the same location, can be every time you go. It is so dependent on who shows up and who is in a playful mood. Six days later I went back to the same bookstore. It wasn’t a bad experience—but just so different from the week before… It’s Friday night. There are men around—but no one is staying in one place long enough to get anything started. In my first few moments in the straight theatre, sitting and stroking in the cock sucker’s seat, the door has opened a dozen times. Men meander in, stay for 30 seconds and then continue their search for some action to watch. They usually let the door slam shut behind them. There is one man staying in the room. He is way down front and has no interest in either my cock or my mouth. The video changes—and not for the better. It is one of those where the director talks to the woman about to have anal sex. Forever. I try to stuff my cock down my trouser leg and do up my fly to go next door. I succeed in making a giant tent in my pants. I try to disguise it by holding my water bottle in front of me as I go next door. There are a few men here watching the gay porn. I sit—but the door is opened and closed with the 30 second visitors almost as much. The video here is good. I have arrived in the middle of a threeway on the screen and two of the other viewers are stroking. A trucker type, with a full beard, notices me. His face lights up. He walks over to me, presenting me with his very average sized cock. “Like you did before?” he asks. Nothing else is happening, so I lean forward and swallow him down. He is one of those easy cummers—that group of men where just the idea of someone willing to suck their cock makes them blow. He gives me a load in mere moments. He quickly leaves. One of the two others in the room goes out with him. A grey haired, distinguished type, is left sitting in the back corner. “It looks like you need someone to do that to you.” I nod, stand and, with my cock swaying, walk over to him. He takes me deep into his mouth. His tongue finds just the right spots. I sigh, contented. The door opens. My man does not stop. Always a good sign. A younger daddy (a real daddy, who would look at home pushing a stroller) comes in. He leans against the wall fascinated by the real-life porn in front of him. He actually takes out his cock to stroke as he watches me get serviced. I look back at him again. I give him a hand wave to come join us. To my surprise, he does. I soon have a bigger than average cock in my hand. I just hold his drooling dick as he watches the older guy pull off my cock—to show the new guy just how much he’s taken down his throat. “Damn,” the young daddy breathes. “Let him suck yours.” He shakes his head. I give his cock a slight tug—and that’s all the encouragement it takes. He steps forward for the grey-haired man to suck him. I hold the young daddy’s balls as his shaft is slurped down. “God…” he groans. “You want to give him your load?” I murmur in his ear. He nods. It’s going to take no time at all. He suddenly grabs my shoulders and begins bucking into the cocksucker’s mouth. I can see each spurt of his cock in how his face spasms each time. He’s exhausted when he’s done. I look down at the cocksucker. His mouth is literally overflowing with jizz. The young daddy leaves without a word. I offer my cock back to the guy—I’d like to use my cockhead to mop up some of the jizz on his chin. But he’s had enough. (I later wonder if he got off in his pants on the scene.) He heads home. I am alone and stroking. * A bearish Black guy comes in. He sucks me briefly, before offering me his flaccid dick. It never gets hard—and he gets embarrassed. He takes off. Two men, regulars, arrive. They sit and I wait for cocks to come out. But tonight, they are here to chat with each other it seems. They ask my opinion on other sex venues in Michigan. I tell them what I know, and my erection finally gives up and gets stuffed back in my jock… The good news is that the pair gave me a recommendation of a new place to go in Michigan when I have some travel time… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Want to Give Him Your Load?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 2, 2022

I love it when the message on some hook up site starts "I was watching Jayson's MAL Barebang (or whichever) and that's you isn't it? I have jerked off so often to that scene..." Sometimes they are 1000 of miles away. Other times we can meet and fuck. I am always pleased...

Near Home—October, 2022 It never ceases to amaze me how different cruising in the same location can be. It is, of course, all about who is there that night. On the first day of October, I hit the perfect crowd at the bookstore nearest to my home. I haven’t been here on a weekend night in a long time. I can barely find room to park. There is one space left. I go in, pay and head to the straight theatre. There are maybe nine men in the room. And two of us are white. This is an interesting change. It is usually the other way around, if it is racially diverse at all. The porn is with people of color, too. I sit happily along the side wall. A bear of a white guy is on his knees sucking the cock of a Black daddy in the back corner. Some watch and stroke, some watch the screen. I haul my cock out and am instantly erect. The sexual current in the room is really high. Almost instantly a young, thin Black man across from me licks his lips in a suggestive way. I nod. Before he can get to me, a built 30-something Black man stands in front of me. “Fuck me.” He grabs my cock and all but twists it off. I let out a yelp. “Come on. In one of the booths and fuck me good.” I tell him I just sat down and need a moment. (I really need to make sure my cock is still working after his death grip.) He goes off. My potential cocksucker is on his knees in front of another Black man, getting a mouthful of beer can cock. I stroke to his bobbing head. I watch the guy he’s sucking, as his whole body stiffens. He shoots in the young man’s mouth, who swallows every drop. The guy gets up fast and leaves. The young man, who is thin and in jeans and a tight Tee-shirt, looks again at me. I nod. He licks a stray strand of cum off his top lip and crawls over to between my legs. He pauses, before going down on me to unzip. He pulls out a short, dripping cock. His fist wraps around himself at the same time his lips wrap around me. He's good. Velvety. And I like the thought of another man’s load in his mouth. He knows to go for my balls. He loves them. He strokes himself faster. His other hand lifts them so his tongue can trail along my metal cockring. He inhales deeply and sighs. “Oh, fuck…” he murmurs. He can’t stop licking me there and inhaling the slightly sweaty musk of my very essence. He strokes harder—and is suddenly shooting between my boots. He apologetically kisses my balls again and gets up. My finger catches a drooling drop of semen from his dick before he puts it away. I lick my finger clean. He thanks me and takes off. “Is that what you’d rather do?” says the guy who twisted my dick so hard. I shrug. “My friend wants to blow you.” He gestures towards the back wall. A cute, young Black man is there in a ball cap with the logo from the closest university. I smile at him and he comes towards me. He tells me he wants to do it in a booth. I sigh, but I get up, button up and go with him. “Jealous!” hisses his friend at us as we go by. We settle in with a closed door. Not my favorite, but the guy is hot and eager. He gets down on his knees. I stand. He fishes out his cock and strokes. He also inhales my scent. He must be aware of how wet the last kid left my balls. But he begins right there and slowly works up my cock shaft. I am soon treated to one of the best blow jobs I can remember. He does everything right—and the love of what he is doing is contagious. I stand still or face fuck him—whatever he wants—without a word being spoken. I love his mouth and tell him so. But I can’t get off. Not this early in the evening. He works hard to make it happen. I finally tell him he’s doing everything right—it just takes me forever. He nods in understanding and says “We were on our way out of here. Do you want my load, I am so ready to shoot.” I go to my knees. He has a long thin cock that hooks downward slightly. It fits perfectly down my throat. And he blasts off in moments. A huge, thick load. The moment he can breathe again, there is a soft rap on the door. “Come on,” the guy who wanted to get fucked whispers. “We’re late.” We grin at each other and go to clean up—but I have cleaned him so well there is nothing for his fast food napkin to wipe up. * The crowd is gone from the straight theatre. No one is in the room. I go next door. Two men are here. The white guy looks as me as I get my dick out. He does the head nod, to see if I’m interested. I nod back. He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs. He is ten years younger than I, at a guess. His beard feels terrific on my balls. I look across at the other man in the chair against the back wall. He is around my age, Black and brawny with some grey in his hair. He takes out his dick as he watches me get sucked. The next thing I know he stands and walks over to us. He slaps my cheek with his wet cock—as if I wasn’t paying attention to him. I open and take his pretty standard sized, but very hard, cock into my mouth. This is one of my favorite bookstore moments—one guy on my cock and a dick in my mouth at the same time. It never happens often enough. Everyone in the room is getting just what they want. I can feel that I am producing more precum as I suck. “Damn, you suck good,” the guy in my mouth groans. I ruffle the guy’s hair who is doing me to tell him the same thing, my mouth being full. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” I keep doing it. In moments he is blasting into my mouth. And it’s the release I need, too. I give every drop of my load to the man with the beard. He takes me happily. We both clean the deflating dicks in our respective mouths with pleasure… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 30, 2022

My Playroom—September, 2022 My faithful readers will certainly remember the young man I christened College Piss Boy. He came to the playroom three times taking piss down his throat (and all over his body) but especially on his ass (which I licked up) while giving me excellent head between piss loads. Each time he had taken my load orally, and bemoaned that he had stopped getting fucked with the pandemic. “My hole is just too tight.” I had to agree that it seemed to be, though it opened nicely with all the tonguing I did to it. In the late summer he wanted to change that. He asked me about toys to stretch his ass. I suggested a set of graduated butt plugs—and found some on Fort Troff that he liked. He ordered them and wrote me an enthusiastic text—and then I heard no more. Until the last day of the September. “Daddy, I want your large mancock in my tight pussy.” We texted back and forth all morning. He couldn’t get away, with work and class, until the night. The texting was great foreplay, as he kept saying his hole was still too tight, but he needed my cock in it anyway. And how he thirsty he was….on and on. Then, he found out his afternoon class was cancelled. He went home to prepare and a few hours later was at my door… He is always taller than I remember. I don’t have to lean down at all to kiss him hello. Tall and thin and hung. I send him down to the playroom to strip off as I do the same in my bedroom. I go down the back stairs. I have a very wet Dick Wadd gangbang playing on the big screen television. Piss Boy has dressed in Fem/slutty mode: a lacy crop top, knee high socks and a short skirt that covers his meaty cock stuffed into a cock cage. I toss my robe on the chair and lean against the fuck bench. Piss Boy goes to his knees and begins licking my cock through the jock. I manage just the tiniest blast of piss—just enough to let him taste it. He groans and redoubles his efforts. My cock grows. “Take it out and suck me properly.” He does, taking me to the root the moment the fabric is bunched to the side. Expertly. He drags up a load of deep throat spittle as he pulls off me. I catch the gooey mess and coat my balls with it. He is right there—licking it up and groaning in the back of his throat. I nudge him back to my cock. He tongues just the flared head. Then it’s down my full length. I hold his head in place for a mental count of three before I release. He pulls off sputtering—and happy. There’s more spittle—which I smear around my cockshaft. “I love your cock, Daddy. It is made for my mouth.” I pull him to his feet and look deep in his eyes. “You still want me to fuck you?” His answer is to kneel on the fuck bench. The skirt bunches around his waist. “Eat my ass, Daddy. Make it yours, just like my throat.” I kneel and eat his ass for a long time. It is so smooth—so different from most of the men I play with—it is a huge turn on. I try to piss on his crack, but for the moment the well is dry. I tongue him some more, stand up and rub my cock down his crack. He shivers. “Go slow. I know I haven’t stretched enough.” I go back to a kneel and work my tongue in. His hole is flowering open nicely. I lube up as I eat him out again. When I stand back up, I let my cockhead rest on his hole. I lean in slightly and the head begins to disappear. He gasps and I begin talking to him, telling him I have wanted this from the first time we met. Distracted, his ass unclenches and lets me in, in a slow single motion. My hips are grinding against his smooth bubble butt before he realizes it. And then he does: “Oh, fuck!! I’m so full.” I hold. And then I begin our first fuck. Slow and gentle. He is dripping precum through the cage. I give him a shallow fuck for the first few minutes. Now I am building fast. And he can take it. He even eggs me on: “Ruin my boycunt…harder!” So I put a foot up on the bench and give him every inch of my cock on every stroke. “Fuck me!” he croons. I pull out. He knows I am bringing my dick to his mouth. He eagerly licks me clean, savoring the taste of his ass. Now I can give him some piss. He swallows two quick spurts. A third piss spurt goes on his opened hole. I lick him clean before I fuck him again. More fucking. More piss. More ATM. He devours my fuck cock every time I bring it to him. We break, lying on the bed. I am on my back with my legs spread wide. He is between them—sucking the cock that has just given his ass so much pleasure. Cock. Balls. Back and forth. “Swing around and let me eat your ass as you suck me this way around.” It’s a great fit. My cock fills his throat and his now fucked hole is right in my face. We happily use our tongues, lips and mouths on each other, until we both want to fuck again. We move to the sling. It’s an easy entry at this point. His hole is mine for the night. I plow him until I’m breathless. I catch my breath by lying in the sling and letting him lick my balls. I am able to give him some piss, too. It shoots up and rains down on my hairy balls. With a moan, he slurps it up until they are piss free. I set up the rimseat by the edge of the bed, but get him back in the sling first. I fuck him. Harder now. “Do you want some piss in your ass?” “Yes, Daddy…Please…” he pants. I let fly. I can’t tell how full I am filling him. I fuck, churning it for a moment. We both love the sloshing sounds in his gut. “Rimseat.” I get under and he sits down. My piss dribbles out of his ass and into my mouth. He is moaning and his caged cock is dripping onto my chest. “This feels so dirty,” he murmurs. “So right…” I expect a gush of piss, but I don’t get it. I just give him a great rimming as I jerk myself. Suddenly, he springs off me, His mouth is on my cock. I grunt and can’t believe I’m about to shoot. But I do. Over and over. Piss Boy takes every drop of my cum as I squirm, trapped in place... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 26, 2022

Jackson—September, 2022 I wanted a change. It was Saturday, so I decided to pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those viewing areas of different types of porn. When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot. It was still before noon, I figured. And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of men anyway. I parked and went in. There is a new price for the lounge. I have brought in exact change—so I need to go back to the car for more. I sigh—but go back, pay and go in. Well, well. They have actually been working on the place. The lounge, many years ago, was a strip club. There have always been remnants of that era: the stage, tables, the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area had once been their dressing room. The various nooks created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn, are gone. So is the stage. Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in the back walls. Steps and a platform run behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the booth. A covered slurp ramp, if you will. More makeshift cubicles are opposite the booths. They are made of cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy. The televisions are mounted around the end of the room that used to be the Trans area. Some are high on the walls, others are on tables. The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are looking at. There are chairs and couches to sit and view them all. I continue my tour in the other direction. I pass the unused glassed walled shower where strippers once showed off. It’s a storage space now. I pass the men’s bathroom, no change there. The women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new sofas and chair and better porn. At the end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space. It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam table. Are folks really going to get naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups? I can only hope that this crowd is brave enough. I sit in the new gay area and stroke. I am soon joined by a man I vaguely recognize. I figure out where I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground this year. He hauls out his cock, too. We chat about the new playspace here. He is not impressed. Eventually we trade blow jobs. He has a nice cock and an adequate mouth. It’s all pleasant friction, not explosive in the least. He’s making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade. I hear movement in the corridor. The swish of nylon rubbing together. I look over at the open door and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble by. She nods to me and goes to the new Trans room. I stroke a little more, zip up and see who else has arrived. It is sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side screens. I go up the steps and try to feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the booths. Two are too low for my long legs, but the third feels comfortable. I make a mental note for another day. I go down the hall and find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room. Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair. I stick my dick in her face. Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep throat saliva. I begin to face fuck. Demandingly. She grunts out her pleasure. In moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth. He spits the cum on the floor. They both take off. I stroke, back in the gay area. Lunch in my car. I go back in. More men have arrived, but not many. A silver haired daddy is standing and stroking to the side-by-side screens. He had a thick, veiny dick. I sit near him, hauling out my dick and begin stroking. First, he looks at me and then away. Then I do the same. Finally, he moves another step towards me. “Do you suck cock?” I smile at him and go to my knees. It’s a pleasure to suck this beauty. He makes appreciative grunts and holds onto my shoulders. Suddenly his grip tightens. He blasts a load straight into my throat. Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble. I clean him up. “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he murmurs. “If I ever feel brave enough.” I smile at him again. And lick up the drop of cum that has just appeared in his ample piss slit… * A man in his 40’s is watching straight bondage porn on a small screen. He notices me looking at him. He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps behind the glory hole booths. I can’t believe it. I step into the booth. His cock is there, long and hooded with foreskin. I sit on the little hassock provided and suck his dick. He groans and seems really into it. My tongue gets under his hood and he moans. I think I have an easy load. But suddenly the main door opens. No one entering can possibly see him, but he freaks out. He pulls away, zips up and all but runs out of the lounge… * In the gay room I find a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock. It’s his semi parked out back. He has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself. He nods his head at me and spreads his legs, inviting me to get to work. I kneel and suck. He is a great precummer. And a moaner. Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how good it fells. He groans again and looks down at my cock, twice the size of his. He is fascinated. He reaches down and touches me. “Let me suck that thing.” I stand up. He takes me tentatively in his mouth. He figures out how to cover his teeth. I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping even more precum. He groans—and I know he’s going to blow. I am torn to keep my dick in his mouth or to take his load. He decides for me. He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow my cum, stud.” I go to my knees and am able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow My Cum, Stud" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 23, 2022

Get out from behind the screen--and go where the men are!

Near Home—September, 2022 A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more. I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore. I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month… I open the door of the straight theatre. Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees. I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need. There are more men here, but they aren’t in action. Yet. I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking. In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen. I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in. I sit and open my fly. As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster. The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip. He has a nice thin seven incher. He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head. From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet. The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges. He sees me and makes right for me. His cock is out and swinging. He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch. It doesn’t take long. He erupts again, never getting hard. I look at Seven Incher. He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him. He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat. He has an awesome foreskin. My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth. He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves. The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy. He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick. I stroke alone. A cute, blond cub comes in. He looks familiar. “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks. I do. And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before. He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone. I zip up and follow. “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks. Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass. I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave. I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. He gives me some excellent head. “Remember my balls,” I sigh. He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire. I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack. Fuck! He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play. “You gonna fuck me this time?” “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack. I come up for air. “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy. “Every inch.” I get his hole wetter yet. He leans forward, braced on the seat. I stand up and slide in. He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices. He takes my full length on the first try. He groans and hits his poppers. With the cap back on, I begin to pump him. His hand reaches for his cock. I fuck into him faster. A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth. He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags. I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot. He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight. * A lull. I watch the gay video and stroke. A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in. He is gym built underneath his work clothes. Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out. He’s thick—plumped, but not hard. “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks. “I can be…” He gets up and brings me his cock. His pants drop to his ankles. His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls. His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin. As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole. It brushes across it. His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches. Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock. I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down. He sighs, “So good. Suck me just like that.” My finger grazes his asshole again. His cock spews out a wad of precum. My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again. The man grabs my ears and fucks my face. He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in. He is reaching the point of no return. “You swallow, man?” I grunt an affirmative. My finger finds his pucker. It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him. “Shit, yes! Take my load, man. Take it!” I have to swallow fast. It’s huge. And doesn’t stop. Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue. He lets me clean him off. Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go. I get every drop off him before I release my hold. He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes. “That was hot.” It’s the guy who came in. He is around my age, tall and thin. He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job. “It looks like you need to get off.” I nod. He hands me his poppers. I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them. He takes a hit himself. But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth. He fucks my face. “Here it comes. Argh!” He shoots. He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth. The poppers do their work on me. I erupt. Spurt after spurt.. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 17, 2022

I got an email that they are "on hiatus" for the time being. That was some time ago--but I have heard nothing else.