FelchingPisser

The guys gasp at the cold as it goes in, but the love the feel of it melting. I fuck them, hitting that nugget of melting jizz repeatedly. My dick ends up covered. It makes for great ass to mouth action.

I have done that, too. Especially during a trip to the bathhouse during a leather weekend.

At a bathhouse, the towel goes on my shoulder. I wear a used jock, where the pouch emphasizes how much is inside (and I keep my lube in the waistband). If I'm not headed to the wet areas, I often leave my boots on. It tells people pretty much all they need to know...

Jackson—August, 2022 I went to a bookstore one last time before I decided to back off until after my Mpx vaccination. The count of cases in all my surrounding counties was still very low. It was, perhaps, not the best decision, but now, weeks later, it has proved to be fine. I went to the venue where there are numerous screens for different types of porn and some secluded viewing areas. I packed my lunch to eat later as I wanted to get there in time for lunch hour. There are very few cars in the lot. I pay and go into the lounge. Two men are here. One I recognize from previous visits. I settle down in the small room with one of the two gay porn screens. The movies here rarely change, but they are good enough to get me hard and stroking. The man I recognize ambles in and sits. He is my age with a handsome face and a terrific grey beard. We talk as I stroke and he gropes himself through his trousers. I glance over at him as he tells me about a friend who blows him regularly—but who is away for the summer. Soon enough we are exchanging oral. Neither of us want to get off and we know it. It’s pleasant and a good warm-up. He zips up, telling me he is going down to the booths in the basement. I have now been here around an hour—and suddenly I get the trifecta of cocksucking. A bearded man of around 45 comes in. He is still wearing his vest from the road construction project that is happening on the freeway just a mile from here. “You suck?” he asks, with no lead up at all. He’s hot as fuck. I go to my knees as he unzips. I take him in my mouth, still only semi-erect. He hardens to a nice seven incher. He’s on lunch break—I can taste the sweat of the morning and it’s a total aphrodisiac to me. He moans and I think closes his eyes, the way he leans against the wall. He gives me a load really fast. He grunts something unintelligible and zips up. Still on my knees (and with my tongue making sure there is no cum in my beard) I hear “That was hot. Do me?” I turn. He’s a handsome bear, shaved head but incredibly hairy everywhere else. He is in an A-shirt and shorts. He sits in a chair as he drops his shorts to his ankles. He’s commando. His thick dick is hardening as I take him in my mouth, though I am still tasting the construction worker. I suck a long time on this one—before he scoots down in the chair. I know what he needs. My wet finger finds his hole. I enter him easily. He groans out encouragement and his cock swells. I add a second finger. They both begin to saw into him. “Fuck!” Bam. He shoots a huge load in my mouth. He pants out his thanks as he dresses. I reach for the chair seat to stand. “Don’t get up.” This man must have been stroking my sucking and finger fucking of the bear. I had been too busy to notice him. He is not remotely handsome. “I don’t want to waste my load.” He steps toward me. I am in heat now. A load is a load. He gets into my mouth just before he erupts. He sighs. I swallow. Three loads in less than 15 minutes… * I wait a little while but no else is around. I go and eat my lunch in the car. I think about leaving. Could it really get hotter than what I just did? But, of course, I go back in—I have seen a lot of men arrive as I sat there. A large, younger Black man is in the gay area. We nod to each other as I sit opposite him. We both stroke. I am just about to make my move to join him on the couch when a man his own age beats me to it. I watch them exchange head. Someone my age sucks me as I watch. He stands up when he’s close—and gives me a load. This excites the two men on the couch in front of me—and the Black guy shoots. I get one more load from a man I can’t remember. I am now ready to go home. A man, 50’s and rather hairy sits next to me. Soon we are trading blow jobs. He is not great with his mouth. To keep away from his teeth I am doing him more than I am letting him suck me. “You ever shoot your load on a guy’s face?” I grunt an affirmative around his dick in my mouth. (And I have—but it’s been some time.) “I love to watch those videos, but no one has ever done it to me.” I grunt, deciding to go for it. I stand up. “Suck my dick.” He does. I wince and pull out, telling him to lick my balls instead. He does that really well. “You want my load?” He moans a ‘yes’ as he keeps on licking my hairy nuts while I stroke. I’m close now. I’ll give him what he wants. “You want my cum on your face?” “Please…” I stroke harder. “Say the words.” “Shoot all over my face. Please…Sir.” That does it. “Take it, boy!” And I erupt. The first splash is on his tongue sticking out of his open mouth, the next on his nose, then his cheeks and the last on his neck. He’s covered. And his cock is drooling out his own load onto the floor. “Jeez…” he groans. “Thank you. That was so hot. A dream come true…” A give him a spare napkin and am on my way out the door… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "A Dream Come True" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 16, 2022

Near Home—August, 2022 It was good to be home. I spent a few days busy at getting my life back to my usual routine. I had a regular, Dave—a man who is all about the fuck (and the load—anyone’s load) lined up for the next week. I wanted to do some cum harvesting for him. But I had to think about it. As soon as I was home, I had started my calling to try to get the Mpx vax. The county health department, where I normally go for all my testing, could not help me. Nor could the gay health center in that county. Mpx cases in west Michigan were still very low—actually none in the counties around me at that time. After much mental debate, I went to the small bookstore nearest me on a Saturday night. There are a few men in the straight theatre. None look like they want to do anything but watch the movie. Or, in the case of the man in the first row, sleep. I don’t bother to stay and I go next door. There are two men here—both my age. One is a man I know well. A regular suck and fuck bud—but only in this space. We have never gone to either of our homes. He is stroking his cock to the movie. The other man seems shy. He watches the other guy and the movie until I sit down and pull out my dick. Now he watches me. Exclusively. We stroke/watch for a long time. The guy I know finally comes over and kneels in front of me. The other man leans forward so he can see the blow job. I pat the seat of the empty chair next to me, so he can really see. It takes 10 minutes of the other man blowing me, before the voyeur comes over for a better look. He watches intently. I suggest to my bud that he suck my balls so the guy can really see the wet shaft and drooling piss slit. He complies—licking them thoroughly. “You should suck him,” my cocksucker says, coming up for air. The guy shakes his head. “Ok, but it’s a great cock…” and the guy goes back down on me. When he tires, we change places. I suck the suckers very regulation sized cock. The guy I know is continually urging the guy to join in. And then he uses a pet name for the guy—well, well. It’s his partner. I always guessed he had one—and here he is. I get up and sit down again. And the partner goes to his knees. He’s good. My bud watches just as avidly as his man sucks my cock for the first time. He urges him on. The guy seems to love my dick. He ticks all the boxes of a good cocksucker—suction, wetness, no teeth, deep throat. And he makes really hot moans and groans as he come up from taking all of me down his throat. “There’s enough for both of you,” I say to my regular bud. He kneels and I suddenly I have two mouths on my cock. Well, one on my cock and one on my balls. They have done this before—they are very adept at passing my super hard cock from one mouth to the other with no need of hands. They seem to really love it. The man I know is jerking himself as he pleasures either my shaft or my balls. They both come up for air and kiss each other. “Fuck, yes!” I mumble. The kiss is cut short by the ‘shy’ one taking me to the root one more time. Eventually, I encourage the shy one to get his dick out, too. I give him the same oral treatment as I did his partner. We spend the rest of the night trading oral sex between the three of us…no one trying very hard to get cum, as we don’t want to stop… I finally call a halt as it’s gotten very late. I know I am not going to get a load from either of them for Dave’s ass. I am guessing they are going to go home and fuck like rabbits as they relive sharing me… * Three days later I visit the same bookstore, but in the afternoon. I want to try again to find a few loads for Dave’s ass. There is all of one man here. A small, skinny, rather mousy looking guy. He sucks me forever—stroking all the time. He stands up to shoot. I get his load in my mouth. I transfer it to the condom in my pocket… The next morning Dave has a home emergency and postpones… This post, really about keeping it real, was originally posted here: From My Side of the Sling: "There's Enough for Both of You" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 11, 2022

Oh, what the helll....

A road trip seems to be indicated!

You should. Take a sex vacation where there is a bathhouse!

Northern Indiana—August, 2022 I was headed home after my five weeks in Indiana. Somewhere, along the way, my balls began begging for release. I veered a little west and decided to stop at the bookstore where on one side of the lobby there are booths with glory holes and on the other a cinema. I paid, pissed and went to the cinema… There are two older men in the space. I sit down on a bench that is against the waist-high wall that runs along the back. Often the action here is behind the wall, vaguely hidden. (As if you can’t tell that a man is standing there getting his cock sucked by someone out of sight.) One man is on a similar bench on the other side of the room. The other is standing, tentatively, by the curtained entrance. Neither seem eager for play of any kind. The curtains part. The light skinned Black man I have now met in two different Michigan bookstores is here. We smile—and actually chuckle a little. He sits next to me. He unzips and flops out his darker version of my dick. I know exactly what I want to do. I slip to the floor, take him in my mouth and get his cock every bit as hard as mine. It’s like a sex alarm has gone off. Four men come into the room as I suck him. Each takes his cock out and jacks as they watch us. My bud finally pulls me off him. I now sit down on the bench and let him suck me. He deliberately starts on my balls, showing off my gleaming, wet cock to the dim room. I look over at the new men. There is a short, furry guy, in his 40’s, in jeans and a denim jacket. His dick is fat and long. There is a man my age in dress pants and sports coat—right from the office. His big dick juts out, an angry red color. There is also a college aged kid, with more cock than usual. An older guy is the last addition. He is keeping his dick hidden with all the big men in the room. My bud stops sucking and gestures towards the new men, inviting them to join us. Furry guy takes him up on the offer and brings us his cock. I go to the floor next to my bud and we take turns licking and sucking him. We even have a moment of one of us on one side of his shaft, and the one on the other, moving our lips and tongues in unison along the engorged cock. He is so thick I can barely get him comfortably in my mouth. I let my bud do that, he seems to take him easily. I gesture to the big-dicked office guy. He steps towards us, but stops. I get up and go to him. His cock is extra-long, but not so thick. He has a slight downward curve that makes for easy sucking. He likes that—and fucks my face a little. I pull off him. He pulls me up. We kiss and he goes to his knees to sample mine. I notice that while I was busy on my knees, the college kid had gone over to my friend and the furry guy. The young guy is jerking his seven-incher like a mad man as he goes back and forth from one man to the other. I like how the man not being sucked is holding the boy in place on the other daddy. My bud catches my eye. He grins at me. He whispers something in Furry Guy’s ear. He nods and pulls the college kid up and all three of them join the two of us against the side wall. We change partners. I suck Furry Guy again. My angle is better now and I can take more of him. Soon we switch. Suit Coat is getting sucked by College Kid, while my bud is on all fours, his mouth replacing the College Kid’s hand. “You need to try his dick,” my bud tells College Kid. The kid looks at me and then crawls over as I stand up. He’s amazing—a true Hoover of a mouth. Furry Guy and Suit Coat stroke—while my bud plays with College Kid’s nipples. Another man joins us. He sucks all of us. I remember nothing about what he looked like, but he has the most memorable line of the day: “I have never seen so many big dicks in one place!” I am encouraged to fuck Suit Coat. I rim him first. He is hairy and hot and moist. He bends and is supported by Furry Guy. I can’t wait to sink into his ass. He takes me easily—hissing out “Fuck me hard, stud.” I do. So hard that my Bud helps steady him, too. College Kid stands up—and watches every thrust of my cock into the hairy ass. I pull out. I have gone a little too deep. I go off to wash. When I get back, my bud is nowhere to be found. Furry Guy is deep in College Kid’s mouth. I go over and find his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. I twist lightly. It’s all it takes—he groans and spews his load down College Kid’s throat. He takes off. College Kid crawls over to me and unbuttons my 501’s. He takes my freshly washed cock out—and easily get me hard again. He is jerking himself. Like a mad man. I ask if he wants me to take a turn on him. He shakes his head. He swallows me to the root—and chokes himself on purpose. It’s his trigger. He spurts all over my boots. He apologizes—after he comes back to reality. I shrug. He takes off. All my playmates are gone and the remaining men are happy doing nothing. I tour the arcade. After all the hot play I don’t want to stick my dick through a hole. I go back to the cinema. There is Furry Guy—he’s just taken a break. He is half hard, stroking himself back to life. I stand next to him. “Can I suck you some more?” “I can’t possible cum again,” he whispers back. “I just want to get off with your dick in my mouth.” He nods. I go to my knees. I am so hard just looking at his half-hard cock. I take all of it—letting him get full hard deep in my throat. It’s a wonderfully tight feeling. I finally back off and work his piss slit with my tongue. “Suck me, fucker,” he mumbles. My fist is working fast—almost as fast as the flogging College Kid gave himself. Furry Guy lays his big hand on my head. It’s just resting there—but it’s enough to make me spurt, covering the floor between his legs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Full of Big Dick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 8, 2022

I have done that, too. I bought extra chains so I can hang it in the sling frame as a fuck bench with the raised middle section. I also have the option of lowering the middle and making it into a padded table--either on its legs or hung in the sling frame.

A hole that takes a fist is more often than not, not a loose hole. The men I play with have trained themselves to know how to relax the hole and how to tighten it back up. Kegel exercises!! Of course, there are man who don't--and I tend to play with them once and not again. One of my primary men has one of the tightest holes when we start the fucking, but can go to the largest rosebud after our two hours or so of play. (And he has so much control of his ass, that he can actually fuck my mouth with his rosebud.)

And this is true, too. I don't play with a man who 'only' wants my hand. It needs to be someone who wants my tongue, my dick, my fingers, my hand, and a plethora of toys.

I have to disagree. For me and the men I can do it with, it is a massive mental head rush as I jerk my dick inside someone's hole. And I can feel it fine and the bottom, well, the slightest movement of your hand is felt amplified times 10.

I want both. Apples and oranges--both essential to my diet!

Indianapolis—July, 2022 It should come as no surprise that after the hot sex with Mark on my one evening at the bathhouse, that when I could go again a week later, I checked to see if he’d like to join me. His response: “Sure!” We agreed to meet at 7pm. I wondered if anyone else would be there that night… I am undressing at my locker. Jock is left on. Boots are being laced and tied. Behind me, I hear the swinging door from the shower area open. Well, someone’s around. I turn. It’s Mark. He sees me, too. He kneels in front of the curtains to the glory hole room. I lock my locker, toss my towel over my shoulder and go over to him. Without a word I press the pouch of my jock into his face. He inhales deeply. A satisfied sigh and he begins working through the fabric to get me hard. He succeeds. My cock is like a rock, jutting to the side. He finally leaves my cloth covered balls and takes my shaft into his mouth. At that same moment, a door to one of the rooms opens. A man sees us and comes over to watch. And stroke. His six incher is rock hard. It feels entirely natural for me to nudge Mark’s head over to suck the new man. Another guy arrives from the shower, still drying himself. His cock is fat, but there’s not much length as it erects to the scene in front of him. “Get his dick, too,” I murmur. I move Mark’s willing mouth over. The fourth man to arrive is hairy and hung. He has a good seven incher. I move Mark to welcome him to the group. He is now ringed by men wanting his mouth—all 50 + in age. We fist our dicks while waiting for our turn. And reach for the balls of the guy next to us. Mark is now on a breathless rotation. He goes, instinctively, clockwise, sucking the three incher, then the six, then the seven, moving on to me—and back again. Mark is rock hard. At first, he was stroking—now he doesn’t dare touch himself. He works the four dicks over and over, leaving them wet and dripping. “Who’s gonna fuck him?” asks the Seven Incher. “You can start,” I tell him. “Naw, I wanna see you do it.” I pull Mark up. He willingly bends. Now it’s the guys who move around him to get their cock sucked as I am on my knees eating his hot ass. I finally stand up, but he is just too tight. “Let me,” says Six Incher. He spits on his cock as I turn Mark’s butt towards him. His thin cock is the perfect opener. He fucks him hard—before turning Mark’s hips to me. I slide in as easily as I did a week ago. My fuck strokes push Mark forward onto the cock that was just in his ass. Seven Incher claps me on the shoulder with a “You go” and a “Thank you” to Mark. He wanders off. The smallest guy watches. I think he’s going to shoot. I encourage him to give it to Mark, but he never does. He moves off to the showers. Six Incher considers my offer to go again, but declines. “I’d blow a load and I don’t want to yet.” He leaves, too. Mark pulls off my cock—turns and kisses me. “That never happens to me,” he sighs. “Thank you.” I thank him by licking his wet ass. * We go upstairs to the small TV room. “Can I rim you again?” he asks. I nod. “How do you want me?” “On your back with those long legs in the air…” We spend the next 15 minutes or so with Mark slobbering over my hole while I encourage him. He tosses me a bottle of his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. He does, too. We both get lost for a what is only a moment—but seems so much longer. He remembers to kiss me afterwards—letting me taste my ass on his tongue… I thank him by fucking him doggy on the couch. * We decide to separate—and see what we each might find. I play with a Black guy who gives good head. He does not want me to touch his drooling cock. I wander. I see Mark on his knees on the outdoor deck, sucking Six Incher. SI waves at me through the glass door to come out. I join them. “Is he doing a good job?” “Hell, yes.” I sit next to Six Incher and stroke. Mark now splits his time between the two dicks. We move him back and forth—sharing his mouth equally. Six Incher sighs as Mark goes back to him. “He told me he ate your ass?” “Really well. Do you want him to do you?” “I want to see him do you!” I stand and bend into the chair. Mark is right there, poking into my still damp pucker. I groan and push my ass back onto Mark’s face. SI holds his head in place—all but smothering Mark as he eats me out. “Now fuck him.” We change places. My dick is going into Mark just inches away from Six Incher’s face. He strokes to the live porn show. “I’m gonna shoot.” Instantly Mark spins around and takes the load in his mouth. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out. “Drool some onto my cock.” Mark does. A creamy glob covers the top of my cock. “I am fucking you into him,” I tell Six Incher. “You are breeding him after all…” We fuck until Six Incher says he has to take off. “Let’s finish up in the sling,” I suggest. Once he is in place, I spend long minutes eating the cum I’ve fucked into him back out. It’s a quick fuck to give him a replacement load… * In case you missed it, my first encounter with Mark is three posts back: You Never Fucked Me The original on Blogspot is here: From My Side of the Sling: Ring Around Mark (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 5, 2022

Not that I could find. The small sling room is often quite dim--but not black.

I am on my way home from Fornication Weekend, a weekend of play and discussion about sex, hosted by Ray Dalton. One of the guys, new to bareback asked the same question --and a roomful of men who take loads answered. The consensus was that it is just this--triggering those pleasure/reward centers.

Indianapolis—July, 2022 On my final day off, right at the end of the month, I did the lunchtime bathhouse routine again. It was an interesting mix of men… I am ditching my clothes in the locker. A larger man , around my age, is watching me change and not the four screens of porn he thought he’d be watching. He has a skin tone that is the color of strong black coffee with a very large dollop of cream mixed through it. Gorgeous. I go over, toss my towel on the couch and sit next to him. My cock emerges from the jock—and his hand is on me, moments later. “Now that’s a nice cock,” he murmurs. “May I suck it?” “Sure.” He leans over and gets the head in his wet mouth. Honestly, it’s a horrible angle. I disengage and stand in front of him. He can lean in and suck me down. And the blow job goes from horrid to heavenly. He has a fat tongue that can’t stop lapping at my piss slit and that spot right under the glans. His own fat dick emerges from the folds of his towel as he sucks me. I step in, and lift my cock—presenting him with my balls for full treatment with that hot tongue. He gives it, groaning at the smell of them. Finally, he sits back to catch his breath. I go to my knees and return the favor to his beer can cock. “Damn, you suck dick?” He seems genuinely surprised. Soon enough he revises it to, “Man, can you suck…” I go for his balls. He squirms. And pants “I’m going to shoot.” I make it back up to catch the entire massive load… I go up to the third floor. Not many men are about. I note that the guy in the dark room is back—the one I’d met at the glory hole and bred in his room. We nod to each other as I pass. I settle in the small TV room with the comfortable couch. The porn is good. I stroke, waiting to see who will find me next. A white guy, likely mid 50’s steps into the room. He is fairly trim and sporting a super hard Viagra dick. We nod to each other. He doesn’t sit. He kneels and takes me in his mouth. He moans the moment he tries to take my entire length. He manages half of me the first time. Three-quarters, the next. He come up for air. “Damn, that’s nice.” He takes a deep breath and pushes himself to get every last inch. And makes it, his nose buried in my reddish bush. He comes up well pleased with himself. “I really want you in my ass, but I don’t know if I can take you.” We decide he should sit on it—to be in control. He gets me wet again as he fingers lube into his ass. He greases me too. He turns, and reaches behind to guide me in. My head slices him open. He stands and re-considers. He tries more lube and sits again. The same thing happens. “Let’s use the sling,” he suggests. We go down the hall. He leans into it, chest to webbing. I want to rim him but the lube has such a foul smell I can’t. I start into him. I get the head in. He pants. Another inch. “Out! Please!!” He’s all apologies. And I never see him again. * I am alone in the steam room. I have left the jock and boots in my locker—so naked but for my cock ring. I sit and relax in the dark back area. The steam starts up. I melt against the wall. The steam is thick today. I can’t see anything. I hear the door open. I hear the man walk towards me. He must sense I’m there, for he kneels, finds my knees and then my cock with his hand, sighs and begins to suck me. I can’t tell anything about him. I touch his head. He has short hair. I like his oral technique—but I really love how totally anonymous it is. He sucks me, faster and faster—hoping for the load. The steam kicks off. Instantly the man stops and leaves before the steam can thin and reveal who gave me such good head… * Last week a bear of a man was leaving as I arrived. He wanted me—and asked if I often came during the lunch hour. I told him I did. And here he is coming around the corner of the locker area as I put my boots back on. He invites me to his room, which is right on this floor. He has a towel thrown over the light, so the room is dim. He is Black, portly and furry, and younger than I am by a good 20 years. He gets me on the bed. Then moves between my splayed legs. “Let me get that cock of yours wet before we fuck.” He does. Yet another great mouth. I let him set his own pace—but do suggest he get my balls, too. He does—and then my taint. His tongue stops just at the top of my tight hole, before he licks all the back up and swallows my cock down. “I want to sit on that.” He greases me up and lowers himself down on me. He feels great—and it’s a hot site to see him impaling himself—but his legs can’t take it. I suggest he go doggy at the edge of the bed. I eat his big butt for a long time before I lube up and fuck into him. He yelps—but in a good way. He suddenly becomes really submissive. Giving me permission to use him however I want. To fuck him hard—to do anything to him. I pull out. “Clean my cock.” Suddenly ‘anything’ makes him pause. Then he does it. His tongue tentatively touches my dick. He groans like I have just given him something exquisite to eat. Has he never known the joys of ass to mouth? I go back to fucking. I pull out again. No telling him this time. He turns and dives for my ass flavored dick. He cleans me up. Every inch of my cock feels his tongue. But he’s over heating in the small room. He asks for a break. He share a kiss and I take off… * It’s time to go. I find the guy I loaded a few weeks ago in the dark room. He is there waiting on all fours. I kneel behind him and eat his used hole. “No loads,” he murmurs, “but I got dick.” I grunt, stand and say “You’re getting a load now. OK?” “Yes, Sir!” I don’t fuck for long before I give him what we both want. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Now That's a Nice Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 1, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 Readers may remember my computer issues in July. My computer was giving me fits for most of my time away from home. One day it would work and on the next day two characters would appear with a single key stroke. By the last full week of the month, I knew I had to replace it. I asked Keshawn if he would go shopping with me. He would. I arrived at his house. Of course, we decided to fuck first… “Did you bring the sling?” I have to admit I didn’t. There was no room in my car for it with all the other things I had to bring for my job. “It doesn’t matter. There’s always the bed.” For all the times I’ve been in his apartment, we have never used it for sex. I have slept there, but sleep is not on either of our minds right now. We both strip naked, well, down to black athletic socks for me. I sit and Keshawn kneels between my legs. He slobbers over my cock in the best possible way. It’s a very wet blow job. He is stroking his massive cock while I lie back and enjoy his mouth. “Fuck, do my balls, too.” He does. Leaving them as wet as my cock. We change places. I don’t try to take him into my mouth for fear of nicking his huge head—but I lick every inch of his shaft and balls. I roll him onto his back by lifting his legs and licking his ass crack. I hear the poppers open and then his groan as I poke into his pucker, the moment the vapor does its work. He opens easily. He is so ready for my cock. “Fuck me,..” he moans. I lube myself as I eat him out. I stand up, bend a little and push into him. There is a moment of pressure—and then I slide in. All the way. Every inch of me is buried in his sweet ass. I hold for a moment as my feet slip on the carpeting—but then I begin to fuck. A slow drilling of his hot hole. My long legs tire faster than usual with the low bed. We change up. I sit again and Keshawn cleans my cock. He loves the taste of his ass on my dick. We grease up and he rides me. It’s a hot shot—that black ass on the white shaft. I grab my camera. PIC When he gets off me, I have him bend over the corner of the bed. It’s my turn to taste our fuck juices. I kneel behind him. I lick and swallow his ass jizz flavored by my precum. I make sure to use my beard as I rim. “On your back.” Keshawn complies. This is an even lower bend to get into him, but I really want to watch his face as I thrust into him. I’m not disappointed, he shows his pleasure repeatedly as I pound away. He inches back and I go with him. Soon I am no longer standing, but kneeling on the bed, still working my cock deep into his hole. We break for water. And cock sucking. And rimming. I have him stand at the corner of the bed again. He braces himself. This time I don’t rim him there, but I fuck him. I fuck him hard enough he loses his balance and we both collapse on the bed. Laughing. We go back to Keshawn on his back. I am pretty sure he knows he is close and wants his cum all over his chest and not the sheets. I bend enough to spit on his hole and again on my still slick cock. I fuck into him. He beats his cock faster and faster. He moans and shoots a huge load all over his chest. I mop some up with my left hand and coat my cock. I push my jizz drenched dick back into him. I fuck no more than four strokes before I am shooting myself deep inside him… Short and sweet—and leaving us time to shop. I loved the idea that we went to the store with my cum still inside him! The original post has pictures of me in his hot ass. Here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Rides My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 28, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 I had a night off. I talked online with a man about a meet. Forever. As we progressed, it turned out we wanted very different things. After wasting a lot of time, I signed off and drove into the bathhouse. I had not been there at night during this trip. The men who came in the evening were a very different group—a little younger and thinner, but still within 10 to 15 years of me. A fit man with a receding hairline wanted my cock. Covered. We fucked for a bit with an extremely tight regular condom covering ever millimeter of me. I felt very little sensation—and he squirmed in some pseudo fit of passion, inspired by his over use of poopers. He writhed so much that he pulled himself off me constantly. The fifth time he rolled off my cock, in just the first few minutes, panting how good it was, I said good night and left his room. The place was pretty sparse of men now. I was ready to just cut my losses and go back to my rental apartment. I sat in the small porn room to collect myself. The video there was just good enough to revive my cock. A man walked in. And, boy, did my luck change… He stops dead in the doorway. He looks at my boots. My jock, with the discolored pouch pushed to one side of my rigid shaft. My leather wristband. And finally, up to my face. He is tall-ish and blond. Handsome. His body was once incredibly defined, and it still looks great, though softer now at 50 something. He has a towel around his waist. It drops. He is wearing a designer jock—really more backless underwear. “I know you.” I nod. “We met when I was working down here last year. You sucked my cock.” It’s his turn to nod. “May I?” He kneels. Sure of my answer. He sighs and takes me into his mouth. Fuck, yes. He is born to suck. He is wonderfully wet. His teeth are never an issue with my girth. He takes me down, choking himself on purpose. We both love to hear him gag. Each time he does, he comes up, gasping and happy. He takes a break and our eyes meet. “I remembered you as a great cocksucker. I’m not wrong.” “You never fucked me.” “You never asked.” “I am now—I want this up my ass.” He shakes my cock as he says it. I stand up. I pull his handsome face onto my cock once more. “Get me good and wet...” He does, slurping loudly. I point to the couch. He scrambles up and kneels on it, leaning his arms on the back. His muscle butt is perfectly framed by Andrew Christian. I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his hole. He groans and grabs his erect cock through the fabric. I go back and lick the almost hairless crack before zeroing in on his hole once again. He has three different brands of poppers with him. He hits the first one. His hole flowers open. He is so ready for me. I spit one last time, stand and my cock head goes in. “More lube. It’s been forever.” Lube is added. Now I bottom out. I fuck slowly, building as I hear his breathing change. I am soon slamming into his hot butt, rocking the couch he’s kneeling on. I pull out. I eat his ass again. He is fuckin’ creamy now, and I tell him so. I fuck a second round. When I pull out panting, he swivels on the cushions to clean my cock. He groans in the back of his throat. The vibration sends waves through my dick, too. “Sit and let me suck you.” I sit. He gets lost in sucking my cock. This time he spends a lot of time on my balls. Lifting them. Getting my cock ring super wet. Tonguing my taint. And a little lower yet. "You want to eat my ass?” He nods, pulling my legs up. I roll back on the couch, my ass at the perfect angle for his rimming. He tosses me one of his bottles of poppers. I let his tongue work my hole before I take the hit. I begin to babble and tell him how good he is making me feel. The rim session goes on a long time—there is no other place either of us would rather be. Finally, I have to fuck him again. My cock is aching for his hole. He lies on his back this time. He is really low for my long legs. “The sling is right around the corner—let’s go there.” He nods. Happily. I get him in. It’s my turn to rim. Forever. And fuck him, watching that handsome face contort and then relax. He poppers up and pants out his pleasure. I fuck. Loving the better angle and the sound our sweaty bodies make as they slap together. I pull out. I need to catch my breath. “Get in the sling. Let me eat your hole again.” Well, fuck! We exchange places. He kneels and sinks into my still damp hole. He gives me a different bottle of poppers. It’s my turn to pant. He eats me out, making wet slurping sounds as he does it. “Kiss me. Let me taste my ass…” He comes up and we kiss. A long time. Passionate and wet. It makes him sink to his knees, lick me again—and bring my sweaty taste once again to my mouth…His cock is rampant as we kiss. The kiss breaks. I whisper in his ear. “I really want to breed you. May I?” His answer is to kiss me harder. When we come up for air he says, “I want you to breed me, but I’d really love it doggy, ok?” We go back to the couch. I eat his wet butt—which is soon to get even wetter. “I want your cum, man…” I stand up and slide into him. He clenches with each thrust. Suddenly, I’m spurting. But it’s not the full, every nerve firing kind of climax. I groan. He groans, too, as he feels my cock head expand with each spurt. I pull out and go to my knees. I felch myself. He pushes and gives me a big glob of semen on my tongue. That does it. I stand, swallowing my jizz and pushing back into him. This time I get the full deal. Every nerve in my groin explodes with pleasure. I fully empty my balls into him and collapse on his sweaty back… * It should come as no surprise that Mark gave me his number… The origianl is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Never Fucked Me" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 26. 2023

It was a good night at the bathhouse. It isn't about numbers--but the right guys!

Indianapolis—July, 2022 (This picks up immediately after Part One.) I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room. I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor. I just sit. I don’t stroke. I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal. I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there. The door opens. A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in. He has a shaved head. He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once, but is still impressive. He drops his towel. He’s impressive here, too. A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes. “Suck my dick,” he all but commands. I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded. I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft. He likes my mouth and says so. Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face. Hard. I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out. “Thanks,” he mutters. “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” He goes out to do just that. Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here. I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me. The porn is not great. I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open. “In here,” I hear a man say. In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room. The Otter sits at the other end of the couch. The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits. He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again. “Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles. They are far hotter than the porn. I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls. I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick. Do it.” The Latino looks up. “Do you mind?” “Please.” He crawls over, now between my legs. I finally see the Otter’s cock. He’s just above average. The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock. “You’re big. Damn.” He goes down on me. He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked. The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me. The Latino pulls off me with a sigh, and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls. I groan and ruffle his hair. He turns to the Otter. “I really want that in my ass.” The Otter nods. The kid turns to me. “I’m a slut, what can I say? Fuck me?” I stand up and pat where I have been sitting. The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out. It’s my turn: “Let me eat your ass.” (All right, I didn’t say asshole.) I burrow into him. He has not been fucked today. My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do. I begin reaming him out. I hear poppers open. The Otter is feeding them to him. “Do it,” the kid says. “Get it inside of me.” I push in. Slowly and steadily. The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts. I bottom out. “Fuck him hard,” says the Otter. I do. Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch. He groans. “So good…” I slap his ass and slow the fuck down. Longer strokes now. Letting him know just how long I am. I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast. I pull out and stand up to stretch them. “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.” Everybody loves this idea. He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth. I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor. We go at this for quite some time. Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch. He has not had enough. First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock. He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there. This is too much for the Otter. He coats his hairy chest with cum. Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers. The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door. My wet cock needs release. And I know where to go. Down the stairs to the dark room. The door is open. I go in, shutting it behind me. “I got fucked, but no load.” “You’re about to get mine.” I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily. I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole. But I really need to fuck. I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out. “Fuck you feel good. You fuck some others?” I speed up the tempo. “Yeah, a couple.” “But you’re loading me?” I fuck him a little faster. “You want it?” “Fuck, yeah.” I am now driving into his ass. My hand slaps his hairy cheek. “Say the words.” “Breed me, daddy.” I fuck harder yet. “I want your cum, man.” I am so fucking close. “Deep in your hole?” “Fuck yes!” And I explode. I grab his hips and hold on. My balls empty into his hot butt. I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load. I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 20, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 On a full day off, I went back to the bathhouse. I mean, I needed to make the membership pay for itself. Right? I visited during the same lunch hour time frame. It was every bit as hot—or hotter… I am sitting in the small porn viewing area on the third floor. I have had an attractive man on my cock, but one with little talent. An older man now saunters in, his towel on his shoulder, his cock semi-hard. I have seen him here before from in previous years. He was once solidly built. It is sliding now that he is somewhere north of 68. He nods to me. I nod to him. He uses the couch to kneel in front of me. He bends over my cock and starts to give me wonderful head. It is wet and delicious. He groans as my cock swells and gives him several drops of precum. He swallows before his busy tongue now moves to my balls. Once they are wet, he stops and looks up at me. “What would make you really happy?” Before I can answer, he continues. “What would make me happy is for you to let me lick your asshole.” In answer, I hunker down so he can get at it. “Naw, not here. Come to my room.” Neither of us bother to cover our raging cocks on the short way to his corner room. “I’ve watched you fuck guys in the sling here. You are just the kind of guy I love to worship. Orally.” I sit on the bed as he tosses his towel behind the television (which is, of course, playing porn.) “I have always wanted to taste your hole.” “How do you want me?” “On your back...” he whispers. Then: “First.” I move to the edge of the bed and roll back, grabbing my knees. I feel really vulnerable and exposed. But the moment his tongue touches my pucker, I forget all that and just let him give me pleasure. The man groans. He slobbers on my hole. He tongues it hard and before backing off to gently lick it. Fuck, let a man do what he loves. My ass crack is incredibly wet with his saliva. My cock is dripping profusely. I wipe some off with my index finger and stick it in my mouth. Then I do it again—and feed it to the man who is giving me the terrific rimjob. The taste of my precum makes him work even harder. “Roll over onto your knees.” I do. He has to adjust his kneeling position so he can reach me. He eats me out, drilling into my now wet, and looser asshole. He groans again. Louder. I am sure he has just shot all over the base of the bed. He rocks back on his knees as I turn around. I get down, avoiding the pool of jizz, which is forming as it runs down the bed frame… * There is a bear in the same room as the bear I loaded on my last visit. I don’t think it’s the same man, but it’s hard to tell in the shadowy darkness of the room. I go in, and slip inside the guy’s butt. Nope. It’s not the same guy. He feels totally different. He just lets his ass go as loose as possible as I fuck—he has no tricks to clench down on me. I thank him and leave. I go to the basement deciding to steam for a bit. A blond, in his early 40’s is watching porn. He has a great, taut body. He is jerking like crazy. When he sees me on the stairs, he waves me over. “Would you twist my nipples so I can get off and get home?” I sit next to him, happy to help. I twist. He grunts and strokes. I lean in and nibble, he strokes faster. “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs. I lean in more and my mouth replaces his hand on his hard cock. “Oh, holy fuck…” he groans. And shoots. It’s a nice big load. I am glad he didn’t waste it. He thanks me and heads for the showers as I continue on to the steam. The door makes a deep swooshing sound as I open it, which means the steam is running. It is dark and the clouds of mist cling to me as I make my way to the back. I stand against the wall. Almost immediately, I feel a hand reach out for my half hard cock. I let the man I can’t see fondle me, then suck me. The steam kicks off and slowly clears. I like the picture it reveals. A big Bear is sucking my cock and jerking his own. A young Latino with two toned hair is sucking off an Otter. The Latino is on the floor so his ass is pointed right at me. My sucker tires quickly when I don’t instantly give him the load. He gets up and wanders off. I sit opposite the other pair. I can’t take my eyes off the Latino’s ass. He’s slim, late 20’s, and his butt is a spectacular bubble. There is a tat on his back—a true tramp stamp. The man he is sucking is in his middle 30’s. He is hairy and mostly thin—with a slight covid belly. I am sure the two know each other. I love that their hands are busy, too; a touch to the sucker’s head, the Latino caresses the thigh next to his busy mouth, the Otter reaching down to the Latino’s shoulders—and then on down to his ass. I am hoping for an invite to join. But it is not to be. I finally get up and move to the door. “Did you see the size of his dick?” I can hear the whisper,at the other end of the steam room. It has to be the Otter, as the Latino never looked at me. I go out and rinse off… * I wander. I watch some porn on the big couch with the four screens. A very hot man in his early 40’s is lounging in the door frame of a room that is over to my side. I am thinking about seeing what he is looking for just as another man moves to him. The door shuts. Almost instantly I can hear a fuck in progress. I wander. And come back to the lower level. The man’s door is open again, though he is now inside. I move to the door. The room is totally black. From the depths I hear “You can fuck me as long as you don’t use a condom like that last guy.” I toss my towel and water bottle on the floor. For a moment there is enough light from the phone in the bottom’s hand to see him and how he is positioned. He is on all fours, with his ass right at the edge of the bed and ready for me. The phone blacks out. I go to my knees and surprise him by rimming him. “Eat my slut hole…” he moans. He tastes great. There may be no other man’s juices in him, but having gotten fucked, his ass is responding by self-lubing. I burrow in and make him wetter. I stand up and pray that I can find his hole in the total darkness. I have no problem—I am by chance aligned perfectly. I sink into him in one stroke—making him moan. The phone, now off to the side and on his pillow, receives a text. It dings and lights the room for a few seconds. I really like what I see. This lithe man is not terrifically muscled, but he has worked on his body to be incredibly tight and taut. My hand comes down on his ass—the sound filling the small room. I hear poppers open—and a huff taken. I increase the speed of my fuck. My pubes smash into his hard ass cheeks with every thrust. The phone lights again. This time I notice that he has a bandanna tied around his eyes. He can’t even see the momentary flashes of the phone. It makes the hot fuck scene even hotter. I slow down and begin a slow deep dicking of his ass. He groans. “Let me roll over.” I pull out and he shifts. By chance the phone dings and I can see for four seconds where his ass is without fumbling. I fuck him hard. I touch his soft cock. He actually reaches down and takes it into his hand. His own touch hardens him up—I can hear him beating his dick as I plow into him. Finally, I stop. I don’t want to get off yet. I tell him I would love to load him if he is going to be here for another hour. He agrees. “Maybe I’ll have a load in me for you to fuck in.” “Find me if you get one,” I tell him as I blindly reach for where I think my towel should be. I find it and pick it up, just as his phone fires again. I find my water bottle by its light and promise I’ll be back… To be continued: Next time it was my turn to use the phrase “Let me lick your asshole…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse One: "Let Me Lick Your Asshole" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 19. 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 It was a full week before I could have any kind of sex again. I went back to the same bathhouse in Indy for a three-hour session in the late morning/early afternoon. At check in, I bought a membership. I had determined on the drive in that I would much rather play with whoever was there than sit online and hope for the right man (who would then be over an hour away from where I was living and working.) Today seemed to prove I made the right choice… “May I suck it?” I am sitting on the couch opposite my locker, watching four different screens of porn. The speaker is a man who appears a good 10 years older than myself. He is slight of build, mostly bald with a few wispy hairs on his head. He has an engaging smile, so I spread my legs, offering him my hard cock. “Oh, not here. Come to my room.” I sigh, inwardly. I like public sex in places like this, but it is still before noon (and the influx of men on lunch break) so I consent. We trudge up to the third floor. I sit on his bed and he kneels on the hard floor. He kisses my balls. He works up my shaft with kisses. His soft hands now cradle my balls. He tries to take my cock head into his mouth. I hit every tooth on the way in. I can’t help but flinch. He recognizes my reaction, and instead of covering his teeth and trying again, decides stroking my shaft and kissing my balls will be enough. “Are you close?” I have to smile before I shake my head. “I won’t get off for hours yet,” I tell him. He stands up, with an assist from me. I thank him and go back down the stairs. A bear of a man is hanging out at the slurp ramp—which here is the joining of what was once two rooms. One side has a platform to stand on with two holes in the wall. He is on the cock sucking side. He nods to me and disappears through the door frame. I cross the main room, into the other side and go up the step to the platform. The hole is a little low for me, but it’s not an uncomfortable squat as my dick disappears into the darkness of the other side. His mouth envelops me, taking me deep into his throat. The tongue on the underside of my cock is moving rapidly. I let him suck at his speed for quite a bit, then I fuck his mouth. He groans as my cock impales him again and again. My knees are telling me to straighten up. I do and go around to his side. He’s surprised, but follows my directive of “On your knees.” He happily sucks me in. And now he can get all of me down his tight throat. I lean down and touch his ass. Instantly he moves so I can have better access. I finger his hole, which is pre-lubed. “Fuck me.” I tell him to stand up and lean against the wall, mouth ready at the hole. I spit on my cock and slide into him. At the same moment, some man enters the other room and in seconds slides his cock into the Bear’s mouth as I fuck his ass. I slap the generous butt so the guy getting sucked knows just what’s happening… * I sit back down on the couch to watch the four screens. The Bear, who didn’t get a load in either hole, has told me he has a room on the third floor. I am sure I will find him up there eventually, but right now I am intrigued by a younger man sitting on the couch with me. He looks Mediterranean, with olive skin and dark curls on his head and his pubes. He is stroking—and eventually reaches over to stroke me. I let him, and do the same for his bigger than average cock. Eventually, I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth. “If you do that I’ll…” And he does—before he can finish the sentence. It’s a huge load to swallow… * I find the Bear in his room—one with a bigger bed. He is standing by the side, his ass arched out. I slip behind him and rim his ass before fucking him again. He thanks me. I ask if he takes loads. “I am open to it,” is his reply. I fuck two other men—both of who gave me some good oral first. Neither is prepped deep enough for my cock when it turns to fucking. One in the sling and one in the steam. I decided not to fuck anyone else today but the Bear… * A bigger guy, around my age reaches for me in the steam room. Not for my cock, but for my shoulders. His hands instantly find the knots of tension my current job has created. “Relax,” he breathes in my ear. I am a sucker for a good massage. And he gives me one. Slow and sensual, really working on the tension in my neck and shoulders. I melt. Only when he gets them to loosen does he suck me. The steam room fills up with several other men. The steam starts up and in the fog of it all a cock sucking orgy starts. Nothing but steam and hard dicks and willing mouths. No one seems to want to get off—we are all just enjoying each other—sampling one cock after another. As the steam clears, so do the men. My masseur is still there. We dry off and go up to his room. I feed him my cock as he kneels on the floor. It’s cramped. “Let me lie down.” He moves around, lying with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. I straddle his head and lower my balls into his mouth. He is heaven. He inhales deeply. From my very essence. His cock, for the first time, fully erects… * My three-hour rental is coming to a close. I want to get off and go. The Bear is standing in his doorway. “You want it?” I ask. He moves into the room and gets on all fours on the bed. I eat his hole. I wonder if anyone else has fucked him since I did. “Fuck me,” he moans. “If I do, I’ll shoot.” “Do it,” he whispers. “Breed my ass…” That is all the invitation I need. I spit one last time on his hole, stand up and fuck into him. His ass muscles begin milking my cock. It won’t take long after all this play. “Fill me up,” he mumbles into the pillow he clutches. I thrust deep—and give him just what he wants… This entry, and 1400+ others, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Lunchtime at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 17, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 I accepted a contract to do some work in Indiana for the month of July. The first week there was intense and I had absolutely no time to even think about playing—until I suddenly did. The powers that be decided to give us Saturday night off. I couldn’t believe it—it was the night of CumUnion at the smaller bathhouse in Indianapolis. I cleaned up and got in the car. I tried to convince Keshawn to meet me there, but he had other plans. I got a locker in the basement. On that level there is also the wet area, several rooms, some porn viewing, exercise equipment and a gloryhole playroom. The middle floor is the entrance and lobby. The third floor has the sling, a room with a fuck bench and cross, more porn viewing areas and a host of single rooms. There were men about—maybe 30 of them, and mostly 40 years old and up. I was a little early, but I had to leave no later than midnight to get enough sleep for work on Sunday. I sat in the smallest of the porn areas, pulled out my dick and waited to see who would appear… He’s a mousy looking man around my age, wrapped in a huge towel. There are sofas in the room that form an L shape. He sits, tentatively, on the one long side of the L looking across at me. And my cock. He can’t take his eyes off it. “If you want to suck it, do it.” He nods and carefully gets down on the floor in front of me—still wrapped tightly in his towel. He kisses my cock head—and then my balls. His mouth opens and he takes the head of my dick into his mouth. He’s good. Not great. But a nice way to start the night. A slightly beefy man, with his towel on his shoulder and his cock swinging, comes in. He is my age too, with likely shoulder length hair that is pulled back into a ponytail. He stops when he sees sex happening. His bigger than average dick swells. He strokes, watching us. I nod to him. I’d be fine with him in my mouth as I continue getting head. But he has other ideas. He drops to his knees behind my sucker and roughly pulls off the guy’s oversized towel. He spits on the man’s ass and again on his cock. He pushes into the guy’s pucker, with barely a murmur from the man giving me head. I watch the fuck. Ponytail is pumping hard enough to move the guy forward—and down slightly farther on my cock. My sucker works harder—now that he is filled at both ends. Moans occasionally escape from around my cock in his mouth. “Take it,” mutters Ponytail. Moments later the man in the middle needs a break. Ponytail pulls out, but stays there. He sees all of my cock for the first time as the sucker gets up and quickly covers himself with the large towel. Ponytail bends and takes me in his mouth. He is better—more insistent. Wetter. Really trying to pull my cum out of me. Ponytail takes a break, looking up at me. “Fuck me?” “Maybe in a bit,” I say, wanting to ease into the scene just a little more. Ponytail nods and goes back to sucking. A couple, in their late 50’s, come in. Both are tall. The tatted one has a shaved head and is ruggedly good looking. His partner has a fringe of greying hair, and a hairy chest. Instantly Ponytail gets up and goes to Hairy Chest. He drops to his knees and starts sucking him. I stand up. Shaved Head goes to his knees and starts sucking me. He’s the best of the three who have been on my dick tonight. I can’t help but reach down and feel the butt cheeks of this hot man. Hairy Chest nods to me. They really are a couple, then. I finger Shaved Head’s puffy ass lips as he continues to suck me. Ponytail stands up. He impales himself on Hairy Chest’s cock. This makes Shaved Head turn away from me so he can watch his man fuck Ponytail. Hairy Chest plows him hard. Suddenly he stops and nods to his partner. They take off. I go to Ponytail. I want his hole. Now. I sink into him—for the first of many times that night. He’s wet and hot. His ass is still tight. He groans around my cock. I just keep fucking… * I wander. I play a little with the youngest man here, maybe late 30’s in the dark room in the basement. He loves sucking my cock, but has no interest in anal. I send him to the steam room to suck off the daddies who have congregated. I wander. I find the couple in a room on the third floor. “Come in,” says Hairy Chest. “Let my boy suck you.” He is resting a cheek on the narrow bed. Shaved Head is fully on it—and naked. I join him, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. Shaved Head goes to work on me. His partner gives him pointers every once in a while. “Go for his balls’ or “Take it all down.” Each time he speaks, Shaved Head does what he says with even more enthusiasm than before. “I would really like to lick his ass,” I finally tell Hairy Chest. “You should. Get him ready for your cock in his hole.” This seems to be news to Shaved Head. But he gets on all fours and presents me with his hot butt cheeks. I dive in—my tongue opening his hole easily. I don’t think he’s been used tonight—he still tastes of the shower. Shaved Head begins to pant. Hairy Chest reaches over and begins twisting the nipple closest to him. I rear up and slap my engorged cock on his now wet ass crack. I smear some precum on his hole and go back to tonguing him—all under the watchful eye of Hairy Chest. “Get on your back. I want to see your face as he eats you out.” SH flips. There is no room for me, so I get on the floor and pull him around so I can kneel there and eat him out. Shaved Head is panting. Hairy Chest is now really twisting his nipples hard—especially the nipple in the middle of a faded bio hazard tat. I lick and spit and prime him for my dick. I stand up and begin the entry. “It’s been a while for him,” Hairy Chest tells me. I can tell. But when I have half of my length in him—he suddenly opens up and I glide in the rest of the way. I fuck him with every trick I know—pleasing him and the man watching. * I get some head from a man I met before in Indy at a basement dungeon party. He apologizes that he is not prepped for anal. But his mouth is great. I fuck Ponytail again. First in his room—and then we take it to the sling. He stays behind at the sling and tops another man. I wander. I should be going soon. And I know what I want. I find the couple. “May I fuck your boy in the sling?” “Absolutely.” Their room is right across from the it. I get Shaved Head’s feet in stirrups. Hairy Chest sits on a bench, his eyes on us at all times. I kneel and begin to eat his hole. Shaved Head whimpers. I think someone has been up him since I was. I love the taste of the added juices. I stand up. This time it is an easy glide into his ass. Hairy Chest stands to see better. I begin to pump into the man. “Fuck him good.” I do, long dicking him with each stroke. My pubes grind against him. “May I breed him?” “Absolutely.” I keep fucking. My cum is churning in my balls. It won’t be long now. Hairy Chest knows it. Shaved Head can feel it. HC holds a bottle of poppers under my nose. That does it. I flood Shaved Head. Blast after blast. I hold onto the chains and marinate in him until I trust myself to move again. I go down to his ravaged hole. I kiss it lightly, first, as a thank you. My tongue instinctively slithers into him. I am rewarded with a dollop of my jizz. I stand, bend and feed it to the groaning man. We kiss and snowball my cum. I move down and kiss his tat, brushing it with my lips. Hairy Chest is there to kiss me as I stand up again… The original, as always, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Couple at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Auguust 14, 2022