FelchingPisser

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.

This saddens me. I loved this place in the 1990's. I had hoped the new owners would help...

I think some men find shooting in someone's mouth too intense. (I did ask a man who repeatedly let me suck him but would not cum in my mouth.) They are used to how their hand feels so they use it. It is no different from men who pull out of an ass and use their hand to get off. I pity them.

Near Home—September, 2022 I has a work project near Indy, and I didn’t have any sex for the two full weeks. There was simply no time. The day I got home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load. I checked to see how my area of Michigan was faring with the new Mpox health emergency. There were no cases in my county. Not foolproof, but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination mature. I went to my usual bookstore—where men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities. The parking lot was not crowded, but… I check the straight cinema, as I always do, first. No one. Of interest. I go into the gay theatre. A cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company. He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted. I unbutton and pull out my stiffening cock. The Cub takes note. He gropes himself harder. Another man, just under my age, comes in. He nods to the two of us and sits across from me. I am at an angle against the side wall so that both men can see me easily. The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger than average cock. We stroke and grope. Watching the movie. Watching each other. A wonderfully messy (and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen. It is lapped up by the top. We all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth of the eager man he’s just fucked. This makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock. The next scene on screen is a threeway. The Cub stands up and looks at me. I spread my legs. Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels to the side. I think this will be an awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong. He is an expert cock sucker. He takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on purpose and comes up for air before doing it again. Now he’s moved to my balls with no urging from me. I sigh. This guy is good. He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious. His tongue action is making me squirm. I would love to give him my load. But I’m not there yet. Back to my cock head he goes. His tongue roots around in my piss slit. He moans each time he gets a drop of precum. His mouth now covers the whole helmet. Down he goes, choking himself on my shaft. Over and over. Finally, he stands up, apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor. I turn to him and his drooling cock is right at my eye level. I take it in my mouth. “Oh, no! I’ll…” He starts spurting before he can even finish the sentence. I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he zips up and leaves. “That was super hot.” It’s the third man, with the above average dick. He stands up and comes over to me. I wait to see it he wants to give or get or both. He starts with his dick in my mouth. From super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast. But the guy has jerked himself way too much. He fires off his load in no time at all. He sighs contentedly and lets me get every drop. He too zips up and leaves. I watch the movie, glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone. I hear the door. I make no move to cover my cock. A man, a little older than I, a regular, comes in. His head is shaved and he is in decent shape for older men around here. His face lights up when he sees me. “You’ve sucked me before,” he chortles. I nod. He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still sit on the chair. Work as I might, he never gets hard. But he is sighing as if I am doing everything right. I hear the door. It is a man who I often see him with—a friend or boyfriend. I don’t care which, for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth. “Take it. Take my cum…” And his flaccid cock spasms in my mouth and gives me a huge load. Between the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock sucker. He chokes on my load, but manages to swallows every drop… The original, and over 1000 other entries, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Inspired By the Porn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 14, 2022

My Playroom—September, 2022 I got a message from the scent pig I usually play with in Chicago. He was visiting relatives out of state and wondered if I would be home at the top of the month. “I want to visit my other Daddy, too.” I agreed he should come to Michigan. He arrived, tired of driving (but excited) and jumped in the shower. Zane is a very hairy otter. He must be approaching 30 now. (Half my age…I really could be his daddy…) He’s bearded and as handsome as ever. I undressed while he was in the bathroom and slipped on the most stained jock in my collection. I added boots, of course. We went downstairs, with Zane still slightly damp… “Oh, fuck…” he mumbles. We are standing in front of the fuck bench and we are 69ing on each other’s pits. My left arm is up for his mouth and he does the same for me. He may have showered, but the excitement of sex is making him just begin to sweat in the warm-on-purpose room. His tongue is busy in my pit and, without saying anything, we go for a kiss at the same moment. Tongues swab mouths and are sucked. We reverse our arms. Pits are cleaned and we shared the slightly acrid taste of each other in another kiss. “Lie down.” I point to the bed. “On your back.” His legs go instinctively up in the air. I kneel and let my tongue play up and down his hairy crack before I go for the hole. I burrow in and Zane moans. “Eat me, daddy.” This makes me work harder. Soon I take the taste of his hole up to his mouth. It’s a longer kiss. More intense. We are both painfully erect. Zane moves to the fuck bench. I spend a little more time eating his hole. I love how much deeper I can get here on the bench with a more natural spread of his ass. “Fuck me…” I stand up, my cock drooling. I smear the precum on his saliva filled hole. My cockhead disappears. He pushes back and takes half of my shaft. He gasps—and I slowly go in the rest of the way. “So full…” I begin to fuck. Slowly. He catches me looking into the mirror in front of us. Our eyes meet and he grins. It’s the same grin I saw years ago, right after he cleaned my cock after a very busy CumUnion party. That grin makes me pick up the speed of the fuck. I plow him hard and fast. “Let me taste it, Daddy.” I pull out of his ass and bring my cock around to him. He devours it. I fuck his mouth a little before fucking his ass a second time… * I am in the sling. Zane is licking my ass and jerking his cock. At one point, he stands up and slides his shaft up and down my ridiculously wet crack. “Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again. He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just goes back to eating my hole. Soon, we switch. I eat his fucked-out ass just as hungrily. And I fuck him again. Hard and fast. His eyes glued to the mirror above us. I get him up and fasten the wrist restraints to him. Right and then left. I let the back of the sling down and snap his wrists together and then up to the middle of the sling frame. He knows to arch his back and present me with his hairy butt. “Your ass, Daddy. To fuck all you want.” I slip the blindfold on him, too. I eat his ass in this position. I move around and briefly suck his raging cock, which is poking out from the side of his jock. I go back and spit one last time on his hole. I stand and push into him. A little rough. “Your hole…” he whimpers. I fuck him. Hard and fast. The sling frame creaks. I fuck him until I am on the verge of orgasm. But I want more of him—so I stop. I pull out and slap his upturned ass with my cock. I slip back in and again fuck him until I’m on the brink. PIC I stop myself and we move to the rimseat. I go under first. I want to taste my handiwork on his ass. He is incredibly juicy now. He moans as he lets me feast on his puffy, abused hole. “I want yours now.” We switch. He goes under the seat and I sit down. He eats me out, moaning in the back of this throat. Suddenly his hand comes up, handing me his poppers. I take the hit. His tongue slices into me. I babble about how good it feels. Time stands still for those 30 seconds or so that seem like long, delicious minutes. Zane re-surfaces. We are both ready for the breeding. “Where do you want to be?” I ask, looking at the various options. “Sling,” he chooses. “I want to be able to watch you in the mirror.” I lick his hole briefly. I slide in. I fuck. Hard. Zane jerks along with me. With a roar, I shoot. Big. It’s been days since I’ve gotten off. That’s his cue—he explodes. Huge globs of white jizz all over his fur. I lick some of it up. And feed him some from my tongue. Only then do I offer my dripping cock to his begging mouth… The original, with a pic of him fastened to the sling frame, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig comes to Michigan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com): October 9, 2022

North of Home—August, 2022 I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight. The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy. We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn. This time, they wanted just me. I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week. Tim greeted me at the door. We hugged. He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad. (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.) We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat. They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks. I got down to a cleanish jock and boots…. Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees. He starts sucking tall, thin Brad. Brad’s cock instantly swells in size. I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest. Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit. His mouth engulfs me as I groan. Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick. Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock. I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft. When Tim stands, I move to his dick. Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever. “Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim. He does as he’s told, on all fours, his thick ass waiting for us. I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad. Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned. He fucks Tim hard. I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out. I stand up and take a turn fucking. Just as hard. I love the sound of our flesh slapping together. Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out. I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim. We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy. Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.” This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds. In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it. “Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.” Brad gets under the rimseat. I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time. Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock. I groan out encouragement. In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open. At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick. Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass. Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum. We reposition. I go under the seat. I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me. Eventually they reverse. I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine. He is groaning. There is a pounding on the front door. “Ignore it. They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim. It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing. And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs. He’s remembered the key code to their front door. The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. “I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces. Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare. I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues. The couple had been getting updates from his mother. The news is not inducive to a great fuck. When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs. All three of us rotate on his ass. First on the bed, then in the sling * Tim pulls me aside. “I want you to piss on me.” Another first. We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch. I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack. The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips. I lick it up. The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him. He wants both. He gets on his knees. A splash goes into his mouth. The rest cascades over his chest and cock. He strokes himself furiously as I cover him. The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one. He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs. About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm. Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass. I go over. Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock. He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass. There is a lot of cum in there. I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him. But Hot Tats is done. He goes down to shower. Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. This leaves Brad and I alone. And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here. The rimming. The piss….” I nod. “And now I really want you to fuck me.” I am slightly surprised. And, on the other hand, not at all. In groups he has been all top. Always. He has let my tongue invade him a few times. And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it. He gets up on the bed, on his back. I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out. The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him. I stand up and my head slips in. He hits the poppers. I inch into him. He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck. “You’d relax more in the sling.” He agrees. We move over to it. I eat him out again. I stand and get my cock head into him. I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery. Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him. He looks up in the mirror above him and pants. I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time. Eventually, Brad asks for a time out. At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home. He is up and stripped again in moments. Brad lies on the bed. “Breed my boy while I watch.” Tim is all smiles at this. We choose the fuck bench. I eat his ass as he strokes himself. I am so ready to explode. I fuck him. And the feeling immediately ebbs. I eat his hole again. Once again, I’m on the edge. I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes. I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time. I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time. I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From Trio to Quartet (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 6, 2022

Thank you. One of the reasons I chose to write the blog was to talk about the good and the bad and the odd. So many blogs, back when this was started, were all about the gazillion of loads some guy claimed to get in one night or other things that weren't particularly believable. I just want to be that reporter--with a pretty good track record. But I got that record from being open to a lot of average looking men who end up being way better than average in some dark corner or bed or the sling....

My Playroom—August, 2022 The sling was still in the duffel bag from going to Ross’ house. The moment that I heard Dave was on the road to my place, I went downstairs and set it up. Naked. (And taking this picture, which I rather like.) PIC I put the towels under the equipment. All while tanking up for a wet session. Dave had cancelled the other week with some sort of home emergency. I had already been to the bookstore to harvest some extra cum. A condom, with the lone load I could tease out of a dick on that trip, was still in the freezer. Next to it was a second frozen load I had recently whacked out to some new porn. I wanted both of them up Dave—and knew he’d want them, too. For regular lube, I melted the coconut oil and got it downstairs. All while thinking what I might do to Dave’s ass… Dave is downstairs. I strip up in my bedroom and go down in my jock and boots. He kneels as I walk in the room, right at the foot of the fuck bench. “You want this cock?” It’s rhetorical. He is already mouthing the jock pouch, grunting and murmuring about how it smells of sex and piss. My dick is soon down his throat. He takes me to the root, choking, to get some deep throat spittle on my cock. When my dick is wet and slippery, I tell him to get on the bench. He moves in place. I find the coconut oil and then kneel behind his full ass. My tongue finds his hole and drills into him. It flowers open at my touch. I smear some of his spittle on it and poke it into place with my tongue. I grease my dick as I eat him out, spitting more and more of our combined spit into him. I stand. I slide in. Relentlessly. Until I bottom out. Dave pants. But he takes it. He even gives me a “Fuck, yeah!” as he feels my tangle of pubes grind against his hole. I begin a languid fuck stroke. Slow and easy. I drool some more spit down onto my engorged cock. I watch it disappear into Dave’s hungry ass. I pull out. “Clean me,” I tell him as I move to his mouth. I love the bench for going from one hole to the other. He cleans me ravenously, catching sight of himself in the mirror. For just a millisecond he pauses to really see his mouth stretched wide cleaning the cock straight from his ass. He grunts and goes back to giving me expert oral service. I move around and go up his hole—now with just his spittle as lube. There is little difference as his ass is making lube to help with the intruder. Suddenly my left leg goes up in front of his left knee. I continue the fuck. “Damn, that’s deeper,” he groans. And it is. Wonderfully so. I work it slowly until his second hole opens for my flaring cock head. Now I pick up speed until he is moaning in time with my thrusts… * I adjust the stirrups on the sling chain to give him a more comfortable angle for his legs. I kneel and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole. Eventually I stand and fuck him some more. I give him the chance to taste his ass on my dick, though it is not as easy here as on the bench. But he wants it—and contorts his body around to clean me of his ass jizz. I fuck him some more. I piss on his ass crack—letting some pool inside him. I fuck it deeper. And then kneel to eat it out. I go back in and fuck him. Then I pause, staying deep inside of him. “Feel like eating my ass?” He does. We change places. He sits on the fisting chair and devours my hole. I do a hit of poppers and let him feast away. When my head clears, I think hard and splash some piss up in the air. It lands on my balls and runs down my ass crack. He licks me clean reveling in the additional flavor. “I have some extra loads for you.” This stops him mid-lick. He helps me out and I go find them in the freezer. He’s already back in the sling and stirrups, all on his own, before I’m back with the two condoms. “This one is from the bookstore…” I turn the condom inside out right next to his hole and push the frozen hunk of sperm into him. Dave groans. “This one is all me.” I do the same with my bigger load. My finger follows into his abused ass and pokes them both deeper. I replace my index finger with my dick. I feel them already beginning to melt. I fuck him hard. I pull out and let him taste the cum on my dick. He licks up every drop he can find on my cock. I go back and kneel to felch a little. I can’t get much. But just enough to make my dick even harder. I fuck Dave hard enough to make the sling frame move in rhythm with me. “I want to eat your ass again,” he tells me. I am fine with that—but suggest the rimseat for variety. He goes under and I sit on it. His tongue invades—deeper than he’s ever been in me. I give a sharp intake of breath—and then relax. “Take a hit,” he mumbles. I reach for the poppers. They do the job—and I begin babbling about how it feels and how deep I am going to breed him. When I come down from the mists, I know I am actually ready to breed. I give him a few more minutes of butt licking, before I stand and order him to the bench. Once Dave is in place, it’s my turn for a quick lick of his leaking hole. The frozen cum leaking from him is turning me on even more. I stand up and fuck him hard. Almost instantly, I shoot a mini-load, without the full on every-nerve-vibrating feel. I pull out and lick up the leakage, which is now a steady drip. I am still hard. My cock very red. I rear up and plunge in. This time I explode with every fiber of my being. I empty my balls fully into his spasming hole… The original, along with that picture from the intro, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 2, 2022

Near Home—August, 2022 It was a Sunday afternoon. I thought I had a fuck bud coming over. He cancelled. But I was still horned. I went to the bookstore nearest me. I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news. I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing… The straight side is all but empty. And the movie is adequate at best. I go around to the gay theater. As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner. I murmur a “sorry” and sit down. The movie is good here. One of the SkynMen orgies. I stroke. I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex. They are just talking. In hushed tones, but ones that really carry. I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…” On and on. Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other. I am alone. With good porn and a hard cock. I stroke. The door opens. A man in a surgical mask enters. He is a guy I often see here with his partner. He is alone today. He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head. I am fine with it. His mouth is pleasant if not exciting. His knees tire fast and he disappears. The good porn ends explosively. Not so much for me. The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it. I button up and check in next door. The porn here is better now. There is one other man watching, way down front. I sit in the back and stroke more. * I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces. I decide to investigate. A threesome is in progress. A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two. He is new to me. In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here. In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place. The top’s pants are around his ankles. He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican. I pull out my dick. The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am. Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth. I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock. I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him. It is all over in minutes. The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass. In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor. He is out of it. High on something. He doesn’t even notice I’m there. Which makes my escape that much easier… Did this even need to be written? Maybe not, but just keeping it real… The orginal, with comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: At Least the Porn was Good (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 29, 2022

North of Me—August, 2022 The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often. But it never seems to happen. We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard. The good news is that the wait is always worth it. In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud… I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube. He also has a container of J-Lube. I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand. I go into his study to get out of my clothes. I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots. Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees. I stand in front of him. He inhales. “Thank you for wearing a used jock.” He begins to nuzzle the pouch. My cock escapes to the side. It’s in his mouth, instantly. My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth. He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again. “I want to fuck your face.” Ross moves up onto the bed. His head hangs over, his mouth wide. I slip inside. I begin a slow pump of his mouth. He moans as I bottom out deep inside him. I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes. I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time. “Again!” Ross mumbles. And I repeat the rape of his mouth. Again and again. “Now give me your ass.” Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back. I surprise myself and forego rimming him. I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole. He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust. When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole. I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other… * Ross is in the sling now. I am eating his ass properly. He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in. I want to use him so much more before that happens. I stand up and fuck. Then I add the eggheaded toy. I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock. Ross moans, “So full…” I begin the DP fuck. Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo. It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross. He grunts out how hot it feels. Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under. When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us. I take a long swig of water. I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today. So I just fuck some more. Long strokes. All the way out and all the way in. Every time. The speculum is up next. A slow crank open. Lots of finger-on-prostate action. And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device. Ross shivers in pleasure. His mancunt is held wide open. My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate. He moans. Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass. But I am still not hydrated enough. I sigh—and fuck. And eventually crank it shut. I grab the ass grommet. I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil. I slip it over the shaft of my cock. It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut. It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock. I toss him the poppers for the first time. Ross takes a hit and I press in. He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on. His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy. I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft. Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out. It creates a vacuum sound as I do it. I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him. It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt. I fuck this way a long time. Only now do I grease up my hands. He takes my left with ease. My right with a little more concentration. But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily. Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock. It slips between my fingers. I stroke myself deep in his ass. I pull out and get my right inside him. I add my cock. The angle’s not as good. I go back to my left. I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft. The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way... “Do you want me to try a double?” Ross nods. I go for two hands at the same time. I get both in, my hands palm to palm. He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place. We do this three or four times. And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud. We break. His hole needs a rest. We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp. But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees. I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone. I am within inches of my elbow. We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: So Full (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 27, 2022

My Playroom—August, 2022 We had talked on one of the hookup sites for some time. Our schedules had never meshed, but suddenly they did. Declan wanted me to fuck him. He had had a few experiences with men, but they had all had average to small cocks. “I want you to show no mercy to me, tie me down if you have to, just make me take your big dick.” I learned that Declan is serving his country. Now he desperately wanted to serve me. He is a good-looking young man, fast approaching 30. He is likely around 5’10” and carries some extra weight and a lot of muscle. I reminded him about clean out as I would be going deeper than the few men who had fucked him previously. That made him nervous, but he quickly learned how to do it. (Thank you, YouTube!) He arrived on time and was incredibly nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and told him to strip. That I would be back. For some reason, I did not change to my jock and boots like I always do. I went back down fully dressed. He was sitting on the bed, looking at the fuck vid on the television screen. He was not remotely hard… I stand by the fuck bench. “Come here.” I point to the floor between my spread legs. He kneels there. “Look at me.” He looks up and a nervous smile flashes across his face. I pull his head into the crotch of my faded 501’s. He gasps and then relaxes. He nuzzles my cock through the denim. “Have you sucked cock before?” “A couple of times,” he mumbles and all on his own adds, “Sir.” “Open my jeans—and get me hard.” The last part will be easy, I am already growing. He unbuckles my belt and the three buttons of the fly. He spreads them open. My underwear is mounded. He peals it down, his hands slightly shaky. He goes for my balls first. His tongue is thick and wet. He licks them hungrily. He works up the shaft and takes the head into his mouth. He is a little toothy. “Cover your teeth.” He does and the blow job improves immeasurably. He is eager one moment, and shy about showing that to me. Which makes it both hot and endearing. “Lick my balls again.” He buries his face there. I notice his cock is now erect and dripping. “Untie my boots.” He does what he’s told. I sit on the bed and he pulls them off. I stand up and he helps get the jeans and underwear off. The shirt follows. The boots go back on. I sit on the bed and spread my legs wide. “Lick under my balls.” He’s not expecting this. But he does it. He like the scent of me under my hairy testicles. He licks my taint, but certainly makes no move to taste my ass. I consider telling him to rim me, but decide to save that for another session. “Get on the bench.” He does. I have to show him how to move his knees forward to get his ass in the right position. “Has anyone eaten your ass before?’ “Sort of…” he starts. I kneel, pull apart his ample butt cheeks and my tongue pokes into his pucker. “Fuck! Not like that…” he moans. I spit on his hole and drill it into him. Over and over. He opens his poppers. “May I take a hit, sir?” I grunt out an affirmative sound, never stopping my oral assault of his ass. He is loosening. Slowly but surely. I stand and poke my cockhead against him. “I’m not fucking you yet, just wiping my precum on your hole.” This makes him whimper. I go back to my knees and push my juices into his ass. His hole is responding. I spit one last time and stand up, my dick lubed. “You want this cock raw, right?” “Yes, Sir. On PrEP, Sir.” I slap his hole with my cock and begin the entry. He is damned tight. He fights a little, pulling away from me. I hold his hips and work in. The hole surrenders and takes my head. He grunts. And asks for more. “I can take it, Sir.” I inch into him. One inch. Two inches. I fuck him like that, then pull out and eat his ass again. I stand back up. He takes four inches this time. Again I do the shallow fuck before some more tongue. I am not going to rape his hole as he thought I would have to do. I want him to want it. I stand up and insert. “How does it feel?” “Better, Sir.” Making him talk and not concentrate on his ass let’s me get three quarters of my dick into him. I fuck him, using just that much of me. “Take another popper hit.” He does. I speed up—but don’t go deeper. “You licked cock right out of your ass?” “Once, Sir.” I pull out and bring it to him. He tentatively opens his mouth and takes me in. He gives a low moan. He goes from obeying to licking me ravenously. He loves the taste of his hole or the depravity or both. “Leave lots of saliva on it, for I’m going back in.” As I pull out of his mouth, he drools more spit on my shaft. I move around and fuck him again with three quarters of my length. I make him clean me a second time before we move to the sling. I get him in place, stirrups adjusted. He is more comfortable here. I eat his hole again. He is starting to self-lube—as protection from the invasion of my cock. I add more spit. I stand and insert. I am at the same depth, only three quarters inside him. I hold. “Take a hit.” He does. Instantly, I sink into him. He gasps. His eyes roll back. I begin a slow fuck. “That feels so good…” he mumbles. I build the speed of the fuck. Poppers open. I am soon slamming into him and he is taking it. “Yes!” he gasps. “Fuck me with that big cock.” I do. For a long time. I pull out and eat his ass again. I re-lube and begin to enter him. “Try it with no poppers this time.” “Yes, Sir.” His ass opens and takes me. I give him a blistering, eyes-rolling-up into-his-head fuck. I stop only when I need to catch my breath. “That was incredible,” he murmurs. “I took it.” “Without help.” I give him a break. “You ever sit on a rimseat?” “No, Sir.” I pull it out and spend a long time eating his dripping ass. He is rock hard now and stroking. I know I need to cum soon—and I don’t want to waste it jerking here as I swallow his ass juices. “Sling time,” I tell him. He gets up, eagerly. “Fuck me hard again,” he begs as I get his legs in place. “Please.” I eat his hole a little more. I piss on his ass crack which makes him gasp. He’s mine now to use. I lick up some piss and push some into his hole. I fuck. Hard. Fast. I slow down. “Popper up, before I breed you.” “Yes, Sir.” He does both nostrils and inhales through his mouth. I fuck harder the moment the cap is back on. “You want my load?” “Yes, Sir.” I pick up more speed. I can feel my balls tighten. “Keep it in you,” I pant. I am so damn close. “All the home,” he grunts out. And I’m there. I spurt into him again and again. When I come down from my high, I grab his cock. I jerk him, with me still filling his ass, rocking my softening dick in his cum filled hole. He can hear my load squish. He fires off an enormous amount of jizz—it covers his chest. Splat after splat. I mop some up with my hand and taste it. I mop up more and make him clean my fingers… Mission accomplished. The original, with some pics and great comments by my readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Serving His Country and Serving Me (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 24, 2022

My Playroom—August, 2022 Evan, who lives out of state and drives in for a night of toy and fist play, wanted to return. He was Mpx vaxxed, but had not had any play since. I told him mine was scheduled but hadn’t happened yet. Trusting each other, something I feel much more comfortable doing with my fisting friends than unknown men just wanting dick, we agreed on the day. He would arrive late afternoon/evening on a Friday and we would play late into the night. As it turned out, he didn’t get here until the evening, so it was certainly a late-night session. I was glad I had napped while I waited for his arrival… I go into the playroom wearing a robe over my jock and boots. Evan, fresh from the shower and naked but for a black jockstrap, is unpacking some toys he’s brought. He lays them out on the single bed. I hang my robe on the door knob and lean against the fuck bench and watch his naked ass. My cock mounds beneath the fabric. Evan is short and thin with a shaved head. He is around my age and keeping in shape. He turns to me and his eyes go to my jock pouch. “Let me suck that.” He falls to his knees. He takes a deep breath before pulling the cloth to one side and swallowing me down. I erect the rest of the way deep in his throat. He chokes and backs off. He spits on my cock, moans and continues sucking me, taking two thirds of the shaft. “Leave it good and wet. I want to smear your spit on your hole.” Evan climbs up onto the fuckbench. I kneel and rim his freshly showered hole. I stand up and swipe my spit laden cock down his ass crack. I poke some just inside his pucker. I go back to rimming and lubing my dick at the same time with some melted coconut oil. I stand up and work my way into his ass. He tightens down on purpose. But my cock head won’t be stopped. I slide home, balls deep. He gasps. “It’s been too long. Fuck!” I hold and begin the first fuck. Slow and steady. Deep, my full length on every stroke. My pubes grind into his ass lips. I pull out. “Now taste your ass.” I walk to the front of the bench. He eagerly cleans me up, sucking all his juices off me. “Get the balls, too.” He follows directions and leaves them wet. I go right back to fucking him. Harder. I grab the eggheaded dildo and grease it up. He has to open wider to take the head, but he does and it pops into place with a satisfying wet sound. My cock is soon added. I DP him with the toy and my dick. And again, I have him clean me up. I consider making him suck the toy clean, too, but decide to let it go. I fuck him again—just my saliva covered cock now—no extra lube on this round. He groans as I tell him this fact. His cock is leaking through the jock pouch and dripping to the towel underneath the bench. I pull out again. He cleans. I grab the speculum off the toy shelf. I grease it up and slide it in. I finger some of his precum into his gaping ass. PICS I often use this in the sling—so it feels very different as I slide my cock in with it with him on the bench. I have always loved to fuck with the stainless-steel walls on either side of me. Evan moans “So stretched out…” and then is lost in the sensation and just mumbles. I pull out and crank the medical device just a little wider. It’s a new feel for both of us as I slide my cock back in. “Use my hole, man…Use me for your pleasure… * We have moved to the sling. I eat his wet hole. I fuck it. I pack it with the medium sized butt plug as I leave him for a moment to really look at the toys he brought. I take a copper toned, long and slightly bent toy back to the sling with me. He notices and says “It’s new.” PIC of toy I nod, go to my knees and work the plug out of his hole. I grease up my fists and spend a long time alternating my hands inside him before I grease the toy. I leave my left hand in him and work the head of the toy in, so it slides across my palm that is buried inside him. I do this repeatedly, letting him take a little more each time. Then, it is just the toy—all the way to the thickest ripple before the base. I pull my thickest black toy. He’s ready for it now. He takes all of it—just as if it were the smaller butt plug. Another round of my hands. I give him one hand and four fingers from the other hand repeatedly. Always sliding smoothly into his hole. I add the Ass Grommet over my cock. It swells my girth to about the same size of a fist. PIC ASS GROM I slap his jock pouch with it on, my cock head sticking out of the toy. He looks up in the mirror and I see his eyes widen. But he takes me easily. He loves the stretch and that I can actually fuck with it on my cock. I plow into him again and again… * We take a quick break, then it’s back in the sling for a little more cock and a lot more fisting. I grab the chain off the shelf unit. I rest it just above the pouch of his jock so he can feel the weight of it. I grease up the links and insert them. One by one. PIC CHAIN And pull them out as slowly as I can. I put them in him again. And this time I fuck over the chain. We both love the feel of this—I think for a moment I might shoot, but my orgasm quickly recedes. Some more hand play. A repeat of his new toy. It is now very late. Food sounds better than sex—as he has not had any for almost 12 hours. We both call it a night and head up for the casserole I have left to warm in the oven…. The original, with lots of pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Evan's New Toy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 21, 2022

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