FelchingPisser

Jackson—February, 2022 This picks up immediately after the previous post: I sit back down and stroke for a bit. A few men come in to look, but not play. The next one in is around my age. He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair. He looks at me—and begins to strip. Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks. He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair. His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on. His body has definitely gone soft, plus likely some Covid weight. His cock is plumped, but not hard. I take it all in, but I can’t take my eyes off his nipples. They are huge. Erect. And pointing right at me. He sits down, and rather listlessly strokes his dick. Finally he looks at me—“Would you let me suck that magnificent piece of meat?” I stand and walk over. He reaches up, holding my cock at the base, just looking at it for a moment. Then he guides me between his lips while his hands go to working his nipples. He’s good. I like to use men’s mouths my age or older. Most of them have decades of technique. This guy is good—but not quite as good as I hoped. I knock his hand away from the closest nipple and twist it myself. He grunts. And I swear his sucking improves. I get the other one in my other hand and tweak it. “You can do that as hard as you want,” he tells me, coming up for air. I was pretty sure of that, but it’s always good to know. I twist and squeeze. He sucks. His cock stands up all on its own. I let go of one nipple and grab the back of his head. I start to fuck his face. What thumbnail I have is grinding into the swollen flesh of his nipple. He is whimpering around my cock. In a good way. Suddenly he pulls off me. I wonder if he’s shot. His cock is soft again and oozing, but no other load is evident. He thanks me—and moves to get dressed. I sit back down. I love watching his face as the T-shirt goes on and the fabric rubs those over stimulated giant cones on his chest… * I wander—but come right back to my alcove and chair. I have managed to catch the eye of a tall, handsome man somewhere in his 40’s. I sit down—and in moments he comes in, too. I get out my cock. “That’s even bigger than I thought you’d have…” he says softly. “May I?” I nod. He unzips himself as he kneels. “It’s always the tall, skinny guys with the big dicks…” I can’t disagree. His mouth connects with my cock. He is fabulous. I thought that bearded guy from the last trip here was great—but this man could give him lessons. His mouth is wet. I sigh. Active. With a great tongue. He teases my piss slit and I moan. There is just the right amount of suction. I actually reach down and unobtrusively twist my balls—so I don’t shoot. He pulls off my cock and, without direction, starts licking my swollen, hairy orbs. It’s his turn to groan. He stops long enough to say “You’ve been busy—I love the taste of ‘em.” He goes right back to nuzzling them. Licking them and only then, pulling them one at a time into his mouth. Tonguing every wrinkled inch of them. “Let me fuck your mouth.” I stand up—and the hot man takes my place in the chair. I begin slowly, but when I can see he can take me deep with each stroke, I give it to him. All of it. His cock has come out. He is now beating it as I thrust into him. We change back up—me in the chair and him between my splayed legs. He’s taking me deeper now all on his own. I close my eyes. I think I may be giving him a load soon. Suddenly my face is slapped with a very hard cock. I turn and it’s the Marathoner. He feeds me his dick with a grin. The angle is terrible for me to do much—and made worse by the thickness of his cock. Handsome man seems to love that I have a dick in my mouth—and seems to have no interest in sharing it with me. He’s quite content with mine. The Marathoner pulls out of me abruptly. He turns and grinds his ass into my face. My tongue easily finds his hole. I work him open until my tongue is poking deeply into his once tight pucker. Handsome man seems to love this—he is working faster and faster on me. And suddenly I know why. He stands up, I turn and he feeds me his dick just in time to shoot a massive load. I swallow and I still can’t help but let some run out of my mouth and into my beard. The Marathoner pulls up his pants and leaves the room. (He won’t want a mouth full of cum licking his hole.) Mr. Handsome pulls me up out of the chair and kisses me, licking some of his seed out of my beard. It’s a hot intimate moment—tuning out the blaring porn and the other men milling around. “See you around,” he tells me as he does up his pants, after seeing his cock has been cleaned so well, there are no last drops of cum. “I want you again.” But so in the five weeks since, I have never seen him… One more installment to come/cum…in a willing ass. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 15, 2022

Jackson—February, 2022 It was the first weekend of February. On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens. I arrive before noon. The parking lot is fairly full. I buy my ticket and head into the lounge. I do my usual tour. There are men everywhere. Some are even having sex. I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room. There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs. I sit, unbutton and get myself hard. There is as great vibe in the air today. Guys are moving around—but they are actually stopping to have sex. I hear a blow job happening in the bigger room behind me. I consider going to watch, but a person moves into my room. I glance up and watch them sit in the other chair. The first thing I take in is the short pink skirt. Then the black patterned hose. Long blonde hair peeks out from under a regular man’s knit snow hat. A tight black top completes this cross dresser’s ensemble. His/her face is rugged and very tan with no hint of feminine makeup. A man comes in, looks from one to the other of us and leaves. The person in the other chair reaches down and adjusts the goods under the skirt. I see a flash of garters. Now thick, manly fingers are stroking a cock, hidden by the dress; the silky pink fabric wraps around the shaft. “Hello.” I nod in acknowledgement. “I…I’m Joyce.” The voice is deep. Joyce’s eyes are riveted to my cock. I make a of show of letting it go, reaching for my water bottle on the floor and taking a long drink from it—my cock at full attention all the time. Joyce looks up from my dick to my face. Her tongue comes out and licks her unmade up lips. I look at her. “You want this dick don’t you?” Joyce’s hand moves faster. I get up, slowly stroking my cock, letting my hand work every inch of it. “You want this in your mouth?” Joyce nods. “Say the words.” “I want to suck your cock.” “What?” “I want to suck your cock. Please.” Our voices have drawn two men to the archway to watch us. I move over, closer to Joyce. “Open your mouth.” Her right hand is going a mile a minute on her cock now—just with the anticipation. My cock slaps her cheek, leaving a tiny patch of cock snot on the tanned cheek. I notice the very wide, very gold wedding ring on his/her left hand. Joyce opens her mouth. I pull back. And slap her cheek with my cock once more. She opens wider. I relent and stick my cock in her mouth. Her hand goes crazy down below. Her cock emerges, a thick seven incher. Her blow job is adequate. I take over and fuck her face. “This what you wanted?” She grunts an affirmative around the mass of cock in her mouth. The hotter of the two men in the archway is now openly stroking. “Suck me good…and get yourself off,” I mutter. Joyce does. She is close. I hold onto the knit hat and thrust a little deeper. Her hand jacks faster yet. “Cum on your little pink dress…” Joyce groans…and shoots—so strongly her load sails over the skirt and hits her black top. The whiteness of the jism looks great on the black fabric. I pull out of her mouth. Joyce is spent. She nods at me, and pulls herself together. She picks up a shopping bag, where I can see a pair of overalls. I watch her wobble down the hall to the bathroom to change back into everyday clothes. The hot man who stroked to us, zips up with a “You’re a prev” and takes off. Yeah, I am—but one who knows how to make somebody’s fantasy come true… * There is a lot more to come… The man with the eraser nipples The tall, dark and handsome cocksucker The Marathoner The man in the fishnet body stocking The bearded boy in camo pants Mouths are used and asses filled… I will try for a daily chapter… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday One: "You're a [banned word]!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March, 14, 2022

Absolutely, feeling my fingers trying to be milked by the spasming ass!

Jackson—January, 2022 After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened. I returned at the very end of the month. The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars. It was crowded… I make the tour of the entire lounge. There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action. I go to the alcove in the gay area. Both chairs are empty and I sit in the one that puts my back to the hallway. The bigger gay section has one man in it who I recognize and remember that I have never see him engage in any kind of play here. I unzip and pull it out. This spooks the guy in the bigger area. He stands up and leaves. The porn here is average, but I am horny. My cock stands right up. I keep hearing the main door open and close. I am guessing a lot of men are taking it to the booths downstairs to suck or fuck. I have been aware of men making the same circuit I had done—but my dick has failed to tempt anyone. I stroke some more. I consider buying a ticket to the booths, but I remember hating how little room there is to play in them. So I stay. And stroke. A man has come in. He shows himself for a half second as he looks at my dick. He’s masked. Likely my age. Decent body under the winter coat. He seems to be gone again. I stroke. And then I feel it. A hard cock is prodding my shoulder. I turn slightly. It’s Mr. Mask. His just over average white dick is the one poking my shoulder blade. I hunker down slightly in my seat, take off my mask and begin to suck him. The guy groans—just barely audible. He begins a thrusting action into my mouth. His cock is dripping precum like crazy. I know he’s going to blow his load as fast as he can before he’s ‘caught’ by some wandering guy. And I’m right. Mr. Mask grabs the back of my head and holds me in place. His cock doesn’t exactly explode with jizz—it sort of oozes out the cum. But it’s a big load. He seems to think it’s the best sex ever. He pats me on the shoulder, zips up and leaves. * I am alone for a little while. Then I zip up and make the tour again. The talkative Latino with the problematic clean out has arrived. We chat a little. He goes to the booths and I go back to the alcove. This time I’m in the opposite chair—so I can see all the traffic arriving to the two gay video areas. A 30-something white guy with a terrific beard comes in. He sits in the chair I was in before. He can’t take his eyes off my dick. “I’d really like to suck that cock. Please?” I nod. He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs. He takes me to the root the moment his lips touch me. I inhale deeply. Fuck! He’s good. Silky mouth. Effortless deep throat. Thick, active tongue. The beard on my balls. “Damn, you’re good,” I tell him. “I don’t say that very often…” He grunts, pleased. The noise in his throat sends tingles through the length of my cock. The Latino arrives. He knows this guy devouring my dick. He says so and tells me I must be enjoying it. Then he kneels behind the guy, pulls the cocksuckers unbuttoned pants down, exposing his hairy ass. The Latino proceeds to rim him. Fuck. I want that ass. With either my tongue or cock, I don’t care which. The Latino soon tires of the rimjob—when he realizes, even with the extra stimulation, I’m not going to blow a load easily. He takes off. My cocksucker needs to get off his knees, too. He stands. He moves to the couch in the bigger room. He sits, with his pants around his ankles. “Let me blow you some more—I want your load.” I walk over and feed him my dick. The bearded sucker has a nice thick cut cock himself. I still want his ass and decide to see if I can get it. I finally pull out of his mouth. He leans back on the couch. I go to my knees and take him into my mouth. I manage to wet my middle finger as I start to suck and it begins to worm into the sucker’s tight, hairy hole. He gasps—but he doesn’t tell me to stop. I am already at the first knuckle of my long bony finger. He is breathing fast. ‘Come on,’ I think, ‘say you’d rather have my dick in there.’ I move to licking his balls. He strokes his own cock and my entire finger slides into him. “Oh, fuck me,” he whispers. My head comes up—just in time to catch his explosion of cum. I swallow all of it, letting my finger slide out of his ass. He grins, cleans up, thanks me and says he may be back for more. I go eat my lunch out in my car… * It is likely 45 minutes since the cum appetizer and then my sandwich. I am back in the chair in the alcove—the one with the view. I have a fat, uncut cock in my mouth belonging to this guy who looks like he drives truck. He is constantly telling me: “I’m gonna give you my load. Be ready for it. My big load…” and so on. There is movement behind us. It’s the bearded cocksucker. He has come back. He goes for my exposed, neglected dick while I continue to suck. The writings on the wall—with his great mouth and a thick, dripping, foreskinned cock in my mouth, I will be shooting like a fucking adolescent. I concentrate on servicing the guy in my mouth—but the cocksucker is so good, I can’t quite do it. I can feel my balls tighten. I work harder on the guy in my mouth. He seems close. It would be perfect if we could blast at the same time. I try hard to make that happen. But it’s too much. I erupt deep in the bearded guy’s throat. The trucker-type pulls out of my mouth as I convulse and hang onto the bearded guy’s head. The bearded cocksucker stays there, just working his throat—milking me dry. I finally have to pull out. I am actually speechless. And panting. Bearded cocksucker comes up, I think to kiss me. But it’s not my mouth—it’s to take the Trucker’s load down his throat, so it doesn’t spew all over my chest… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Trading Loads at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2022.

Thank you. It's a hard thing to describe for those who have never seen or had one and I wasn't sure I got it right!

Grand Rapids—January, 2022 There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again. Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see. But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again. Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018. We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississippi. At the top of January I got a message on AssPig. Kyle was coming back to Grand Rapids. Could we have another session? He had to play in the morning before checkout at his hotel, but I agreed. The night before, the sling was ready to go and sitting in the living room. I’d tossed some toys in my gym bag. I was up early the next day, packed the car, sent him a text and hit the road. It began to snow. Nothing horrible, but it slowed me down—and made visibility, as I pulled into Grand Rapids, hard. I finally found the hotel, a little late for my appointed time and went in with just my gym bag. The woman behind the desk was masked and greeted me with as much ice in her tone as what was on my windshield. She asked me where I was going. I blithely told her Kyle’s name and room number and went up to his floor. But there was no way I was carrying the two big clunky bags of the sling in past her withering glance. Kyle greeted me at the door. He looked much the same as I’d written a couple of years ago: shaved head, goatee just beginning to go grey, around my age, about 5’ 9” with a body that is trim. We hugged. I told him the sling needed to stay in the car. We made do, stripping a bed and getting some protective pads on it. Kyle went to check his cleanout one more time as I stripped down to boots and jock… I lay out the toys I have brought—the egg-headed dildo, the speculum and the ass grommet. Kyle comes back in, smiling. He climbs up on the bed on all fours. No oral here. My cock is still in driving-in-the-cold-morning mode and staying plumped but at no more than at half mast. I know how to fix that. I kneel and plant my face in his inviting ass crack. He is still warm from the shower. The heat feels wonderful—and his ass tastes even better. I lick up and down his crack and then concentrate on his hole. It opens easily for me. I juice him up with as much saliva as I can muster. “You want this cock?” His answer is to take a hit of poppers. I slap his ass with the now hard and greased up dick. Once. And then again. I run my now drooling head up and down all the places I have been licking. I prod at his hole. And I’m inside. I wait a moment and fuck all the way into him. More poppers. And I fuck him hard, with very deliberate strokes. Opening his ass channel. His butt can at one moment squeeze down on me and with the next, flower open. He is now open enough for me to quickly grease and add the dildo. He likes the stretch of the head and how deep it goes. He sighs as my cock joins the toy. I fuck, loving the wetness of his hole. I can feel the ridged shaft of the toy teasing the underside of my cock. Over and over. I pull out and go back in, but under the toy—so my engorged cock head can feel the ridges. I try the grommet. But it is not to Kyle’s taste. He’s a depth over width guy—something I have forgotten. I grease up my hands. I work slowly and methodically to creep into him. My middle finger finally finds the way to his ‘second hole’ and I finger it. Kyle shakes. And has a tremendous anal orgasm. His whole body quakes. Semen drools from his dick. We stop for a moment. Then—“Do it again,” Kyle moans. And I do it again—my left hand snaking into him… * We change up and try fisting on his back. Not as good. We go back to his knees—and I do another round of hand play. We take a break. He wants to spoon on the bed, so we do. Soon it moves to him stroking my cock. My hand lazily explores his sloppy hole. “Go a little deeper,” he breathes in my ear. It is a slightly odd position, coming in across his body, but I am suddenly all the way inside him. His ass lips snap around my wrist. Kyle contorts and grinds down on my wrist. This assgasm is just as strong—quaking deep inside him and with cum running from his cock… The original, which includes a link to our first meet, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Go a Little Deeper..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 9. 2022

My brother's partner was infected in the late 90's. He had the first round of horrible medications that did further damage to him, but they saved his life.

Sure. Well, maybe on another day, to make sure it's a big load....

And I'd happily fill you, too.

Jackson—January, 2022 I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state. I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore. I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be… It’s Saturday afternoon. The parking lot is busy. The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected. I go in and buy my ticket for the lounge—where there are six or seven viewing stations for different types of porn. “Sure you don’t want the combo—so you can use the booths downstairs?” I assure her that the lounge is fine. She sighs. I have seemingly offended her. I smile and go in. After all the sunshine on the snow outside, it seems darker than usual in here. At first glance, I don’t see very many men—maybe that’s why she was trying to send me downstairs to the booths. I make the tour to see. There is one man watching the Trans porn. No one at the straight flicks or the all girl video. There is an older guy watching young men fuck women older than 50. The bondage screen has no viewers. I go down the long hallway to the gay area—where there are two screens. One man is in the larger room and another in the smaller alcove. And I know one of them—socially but not sexually. We nod to each other. He quickly puts away his cock and heads to another area. I sit in the bigger room. I unbutton and stroke. The porn is indifferent. I hear the door to the lounge squeak open and shut. I wait as the man makes the same rounds I did. He arrives. He looks at me and unzips before sitting in a chair to my left. It’s the Marathoner: the runner who is a huge cocked top, but loves me to eat his ass as he strokes. We nod to each other. His cock is likely only half an inch longer than me, but he is much thicker. The few times I have tried to suck it, I am feel like I am all teeth on him—there is no way to cover them with my lips, my mouth is so stretched. But he doesn’t really want that from me anyway… He stands up and feeds me his dickhead just long enough to get it wet. He turns and bends—his ass inches from my face. It is a muscle butt. He is obviously still running. I poke my tongue dead center of his pucker. He gasps and strokes harder. “You’re the only guy who eats me…” he whispers from under his mask. I go to town. I am up and down his fairly hairy crack. Each time I pass his hole I jab it with my tongue. And it’s beginning to open for me. I am leaning across the arm of a sofa to get at him. I can connect—but it’s awkward. He finally senses it and comes around front so I can have better access. I spit and prod and lick. The man from the small room has come out to stroke and watch. The Marathoner does not like this. He gives him a withering stare and the guy returns to his porn. I hold on to the Marathoner’s hips and begin tongue fucking him. He is stroking his cock and moaning loudly. Suddenly he pulls away from me. I think he must be about to shoot. No. He is trying to sit on my super hard cock. What the fuck!? He prods himself with me four or five times. I don’t ever go in—but it makes his hole open up. Then he repositions himself for more licking. Fuck. I can taste my precum on his hole. The old Marathoner would freak out if he knew that. I know he’s on PrEP now—is he occasionally bottoming? I stroke my wetter cock and continue to rim. I find my lube bottle and lube my dick for better stroking. Suddenly he pulls away again and does the same bounce on me. He groans in the back of his throat with each bounce. My cockhead is going farther into him. He groans. I am about to enter him… And a guy walks into our room. The Marathoner is off my cock and out of the room, doing up his pants as he goes. I don’t see him the rest of the day. * I have moved to the Trans porn. The Latino who I met here and who came to the house (but could never get clean) is giving me head. His mouth is great today. I idly wonder if he can taste the Marathoner’s hole on me. He asks if I want to fuck him. I decline…and he goes off to the arcade downstairs. * I move to the small gay area. It is a good 20 minutes since I have seen anyone else. A young blond in a baseball cap comes in. College age and slender. He looks at my cock and sits in the chair on the other side of the room. He pulls out a slender six incher. I stroke to the porn, he strokes to me. He has gotten rid of his winter coat before sitting down. But now he stands up and gets rid of his shirt. Then his pants—all tossed in a pile on the floor. He is now in nothing but thick socks and underwear pulled down under his balls for stroking freedom. We stroke. Now we are eyeing each other, not the porn. “Daddy, can I suck you?” I nod. He gets on all fours and crawls between my legs. His ass is a true bubble butt, straining against the tightness of the fabric. “Lick my balls first,” I tell him. He does. With lots of spittle left behind. He works his way up my shaft, ovals and proceeds to give me really good head.—but we both know what the other wants. “Fuck me?” “Sure.” “I hope you don’t use condoms—I want you raw.” This makes my cock drool. I let him lick it off before I stand up. He gets rid of the underwear and kneels in the chair I was sitting in, presenting his 20-something ass to me. I kneel and lick it. This makes him moan. He is very lightly haired—nothing in the crack, just a light fuzz circling his hole. Totally the opposite from the Marathoner—which turns me on even more. “Stick your raw dick in me.” I stand up and slap my cock on his wet crack. “Give it to me,” he moans. I prod his hole. Just the slightest pressure of my cock head makes it flower open. The boy obviously likes anal. “You like dick in your hole, don’t you?” “Only raw dick, Daddy. And only from real men.” I have sunk halfway into him. He stops talking and begins panting. I work the rest of me into him. “Fuck…” he hisses. “So much cock…” And it’s true. He is filled. The look of his butt taking me fully is intoxicating. I begin to fuck. “Do it. Fuck me. Fill me.” It becomes a chant for him. A piece of the phrase on every stroke of my cock. “Do it.” I grind my pubes into his hairless butt and pull almost all the way out. “Fuck me.” I pick up the tempo. I know this is not going to be a long fuck. “Fill me.” “That what you want?” “Cum in me. Make me yours…” I am damn close. I fuck him faster. Suddenly his ass clamps down on me. He squeals as he unloads his balls all over the seat of the chair. “FILL ME!” And I do. Spurt after spurt. Giving him just what he wanted… The original is here, with a good cock pic of me: From My Side of the Sling: “Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 6, 2022.

West Michigan—January, 2022 Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month. The pandemic has totally destroyed that. We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet. In the middle of January, we decided to get back together. It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off. We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune. Derrick and I were dressed—and Jacob was in full rubber with a zip that could open the suit to get to his ass. We drank tea and caught up. And I kept imagining opening that zipper and feasting on Jacob’s hairy ass. Eventually, we moved from the living room to the den, where porn was playing. Derrick and I shed our clothes and sat next to each other on the couch. Jacob knelt before us, now having added a rubber head piece that covered his head and eyes—leaving just his mouth open. Derrick moved his head over to my thickening cock… “Suck him. Get him hard.” Jacob is eager. He opens wide. And takes most of my cock deep into his throat. He pulls off. “I forgot how big that is…” he murmurs and goes back down on me. This time to the root. His days of not being able to take all of me are long over. He goes down on me two or three more times before I move his mouth to my balls—and then to Derrick’s dripping dick. I go to the floor. I unzip the ass crack of his suit. Jacob re-adjusts his kneeling position to give me easier access. I lean forward and taste his ass for the first time in months. He is damp from the suit—and tastes salty and wonderful. I dig in and spit on his pucker as he noisily sucks his partner. I have to fuck him. I lube myself as I eat him out. The suit is tight—it is keeping his ass cheeks quite close together. I rear up—and enter him. I feel the zipper teeth scrape me a little, but it’s worth it to sink into him. Jacob stops sucking for a minute as I stop moving. He pants—and when he goes back to sucking Derrick, I know I can continue the fuck. I do. Not for long. But it’s a hot sight to see my very white cock plow into the black rubber stretched so tightly across his ass. “Let’s make this easier.” Derrick stands up and gets the thin bench they use in this room. I pull out and help Jacob up. Derrick and I both guide the sightless Jacob him to the bench and get him in place. Derrick stands at the front and feeds his boy his cock. I go back to a little rimming, while I re-lube. I stand up and, while still tighter due to the suit, it is an easier access. I fuck him—hard enough to really push him down on Derrick’s dick. We only stop when his knees get tired. “Why don’t you lose the suit and see how warm it is downstairs,” suggests Derrick. Jacob leaves us together to wriggle out of it in the shower. Derrick and I embrace. He sucks my cock—loving the taste of Jacob’s ass all over it. Then he climbs on the bench. I lick up and down his ass crack before zeroing in on his hole. He squirms in pleasure. “Go easy on me—it’s been a long time.” I stand up. I slide in, wait and begin the stroke. Derrick bucks back on me. He meets each thrust. The small room is filled with the sound of my slender hips slapping into his full ass. Jacob arrives and watches, nodding approvingly. “Take it all!” Derrick needs to move. We grab more water and go down to their delightfully overstocked playroom. Things have changed slightly. The sling, hung from the rafters, has shifted 90 degrees, so I am standing at the foot of it with a lot more space around me. Jacob, naked now, hops in first. I eat him again. I fuck him again. I grease up my left hand as I fuck. I move from my dick deep inside him to three of my fingers, barely breaking the fucking motion. Soon enough it is my whole left hand. “Are you going to add your cock, too?” I nod. I leave my hand in place and my cock slide down my wrist. The fat head goes in easily. My fingers open inside him and my shaft fucks between my middle and fourth fingers. Jacob groans. Derrick, sitting to the side, watching my every move, gropes himself. I pull my dick out. Then my hand. I go right back in. Hand. Cock. Fuck my fist deep in Jacob. I grease up the right. I reverse it all. Right. Cock. And fuck that fist. Jacob can’t keep his hand off his cock. Watching me use his ass in the mirror above is making him stiffen up. “Can you find me a small dildo,” I ask Derrick. He brings back something I would not remotely call small. I grease it up and work it slowly into Jacob. Jacob pants and his erection subsides. I move it in a slow rotation, making him feel the stretch. “I want something small enough I can use it to double fuck him.” Derrick arrives with another toy. The perfect size—a nice seven inch dick. It is greased and inserted. I add myself. Jacob’s eyes tell the story as my cock supersizes his hole. Soon enough I go back to just my hands. One and then the other. At one moment, I am close to getting them both in at once. “Break,” pants Jacob. I clean up a little and help him out of the sling. He goes off to get rid of the extra lube and Derrick takes his place. “Do you need a break?” he asks. (We have been going all afternoon.) I shake my head and kneel to taste his fucked ass. He groans—and asks for some lube for his cock. I give him my bottle, never taking my mouth away from his ass crack. Once I get my fill—and make my cock rock hard again—I stand up and fuck him. I love watching Derrick’s eyes roll up into the back of his head. He stops stroking to concentrate on the sensations I am creating in his ass. His eyes come back into focus and to the mirror above him. He watches my cock split his ass in two. I slow down. Pull out. Grease up my left. It takes me longer to get into Derrick. I am guessing he hasn’t had as much ass play during the lockdown. But I finally get in. “Add your cock…” I nod. He’s read my mind. My wet dick slides down my wrist and goes into him as well. I try to keep my hand a fist inside, but it feels better to have it open and to fuck between my fingers. Jacob returns. He loves seeing Derrick used—and knows just what his partner is feeling. I fuck a little with just my dick. I start working the right hand into him. Jacob knows what is needed. He covers Derrick’s nose and mouth with his fragrant armpit. It works like poppers—my hand is all but pulled into place. I add my cock and fuck. Soon I move to just hands. Back and forth. Derrick groans. He has suddenly had enough stretch. We stop. Derrick asks how he can get me off—but we all agree that dinner sounds better… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 3, 2022

His rosebud is so big, and he has so much control of it, he can fuck my mouth with it!

North of Home—January, 2022 My first play of the New Year was with Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud. What a great way to start 2022. I went up to his house with my sling and a few toys… I am standing, booted and jocked, on the tarp I have slipped under the sling to protect his bedroom floor. Ross is sitting on his bed—which has an old throw over it. He is naked. Waiting. Expectantly. “Get down here and suck my cock.” It’s a command—but soft, almost under my breath. Ross slips to the floor, and kneels between my boots. His hands go instinctively behind his back as he inhales the aroma of the slightly used jock. My dick is plumping, just at the thought. Ross pulls back the fabric and swallows all of me, while I’m still more soft than hard. He doesn’t move his lips. Just his throat muscles tighten, massaging my dick. I harden right up—deep inside him. I finally have to pull out of him, it’s so tight. Ross proceeds to suck me in a more traditional way. Lots of tongue on the head. Lips on the shaft. A nuzzle and tonguing of my testicles. “Get under my balls.” I pull my cock up and let him crane his head around to tongue my not so secret spot where the cock ring cuts into my nut sack. I sigh—letting him know he has done a good job. “Up on the bed.” He crawls up and into classic doggy. “On your back—I’m not done with your mouth yet.” Ross rolls over and spins, so his head is hanging over the side. I stand astride his face—at perfect skull fucking position. I slap his chin first. He opens and sticks out his tongue. I slap it a couple of times—than wipe my drooling dick on his tongue to give him my precum. I let him swallow—and, as he opens again, I am fucking his face. Just half my cock for about 6 strokes. Then I surprise him with a deep thrust or two. He sputters but takes me. Loving it. Wanting more. So I oblige. This time I fuck slower—but deeper. I make him gag. A sound we both love. I pull out after I do it a second time and make him lick my balls from underneath. Then I pivot and let him briefly lick my ass as it hovers over him. He burrows in happily as I sigh. “I want to fuck you. Here—from behind.” Ross moves to present his ass to me again. I fall to my knees and eat him out. His hole flowers open with my insistent tonguing. I don’t linger—I really want to fuck. I stand up and give him my cock for the fist of countless times over the next few hours… * Ross is in the sling. But not the usual way. He is standing on the floor, his chest to the leather. His legs are spread wide. I am eating him out. His ass is very wet after that first fuck. I savor and swallow the ass jizz. I stand up. My cock goes directly into his puffy hole. I fuck. Hard and fast. His ass is wet—and making the most delightful sounds. I pause in my fucking and without needing to totally disengage, I can reach the egg-headed dildo on the bedside table behind me. Now the dick comes out of him, just as the toy glides in. Ross does an intake of breath. I fuck him with that for a moment. Then I push the toy down and push my cock in with it—sliding along the ribbed shaft of the toy. Ross is now very full. I pause. And then, leaving the toy all the way in him, fuck him as hard as I have yet today. I fuck him until his legs start to give out—our cue to move around and get him in the sling the usual way. Once his feet are in the stirrups, the toy goes back in and so does my cock. I love how tight it makes Ross feel. I pull out. Me first, then the toy. I eat his hole a little as I stroke my cock. Yup, I need to piss. I have not hydrated extensively on the journey up, but I sure need to now. I stand up and hose his ass crack with my pale yellow stream. As the piss peters out, I move my cock head inside him, giving his ass a slight shower. I go to my knees and clean up all the droplets hanging on to the hair in his crack and on his balls. Just licking him hardens me right back up. I fuck. I grab the ass grommet--the toy that adds thickness to my already thick meat. I slide inside, my cock head poking out the other end of the rubber. He takes my new girth after two preliminary thrusts. “That is incredible,” he sighs. “I feel so full.” * “Put this on.” I hand him my leather blindfold with the fleece lining. He gets it in place and lies back in the sling, expectantly. I fuck him. I rim him. I work his nipples with fingers, then tongue, then teeth. I fuck my piss flavored dick into his mouth. (It helps being tall!) I piss on his crack. Lick it up and fuck him. I take some cold water into my mouth and dribble that down him as well. All about contrast. Not knowing what is coming next or where. We flip. I get in the sling and he spends a lot of time licking my balls and ass crack. He buries his face and tongue eagerly into me. I stop stroking and concentrate. I have just enough piss left to run out of my cock, across my balls and down the cleft of my ass where he is currently tonguing. He redoubles his efforts to get every drop off me. * I have used the speculum on him. I have been fisting him for the last 15 minutes or so after the medical toy’s stretch. Fist. Fuck. Fist and fuck together. Fuck. Piss. Rim. Fuck. I am getting close. He has tried to give me all of his rosebud into my mouth a couple of times on previous rimming moments, but I have asked to wait for that until it has my load all over it. Just thinking that thought again makes my balls tighten. “You want my load?” “You know I do.” “You gonna fuck my mouth with your rosebud?” He groans out some sort of affirmative. I look down at my cock and how his ass lips cling to it. And that’s it. I blast into him. Spurt after spurt. I marinate for a long moment, catching my breath. Then I go to my knees. I lick up the cum I have pulled out. I oval my mouth and he begins to fill it. He is fucking my mouth with his prolapse as I lick up my cum and swallow… Though saving a taste for him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Using Ross on Bed and Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 27, 2022

I was told I didn't have to wait, but I chose to...and I'm glad I did.

North of Me—December, 2021 As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years. Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex. I do like some time to elapse before writing. It lets the events marinate in my mind. I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time. (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.) Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year. I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear. I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement. Mine was the third sling. They were all in a row at one end of the wood paneled room. Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down. He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight. He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set. This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat. I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported. (I needn’t have bothered. The slings were the place to be…) Five more men were expected. They began to arrive. Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well. We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger. The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again. It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play. After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped. I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches… It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging. I have the Ginger Bear in the sling. In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist. I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips. It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear. I pull out and grease up my left. It is always an easy entry with GB. We know each other well. He relaxes and I glide into place. I pull out and add my dick in with my hand. The top next to us likes this move a lot. I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear. The flogging has stopped. The top was too hard too fast. He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling. On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right. It is slower going. I pull my dick out and kneel. I grease up both hands now. The left goes in. I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time. GB loves each extra stretch. The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs. The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated. They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. This inspires me to try my right hand. I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in. I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles. I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again. Success. My right sinks into place. I pull out and do it again. “Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear. I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen. I clean him up with paper towels. I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner. * After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo. He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night. I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms. He walks away, spent and happy. The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling. I watch the older man fuck him for a moment. My cock gets very hard. They both notice—and both want me to take a turn. I move in. The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest. He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool. I lock eyes with him. “You want my cock up your ass?” “Fuck, yeah. You look huge.” “Fuck him,” says the other top. Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking. This makes the top very happy. “Taste my cock juice in there?” I grunt. (I can’t, but it still tastes good.) I spit one last time into the guy and stand up. My cock head slaps his balls. I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole. Once. Twice. And I slide right in. He really wants me. And he has me. Balls deep. “Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass. “Oh! Fuck!! You feel great…” I am standing still, not moving a muscle. Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him. “Fuck me,” he breathes. And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast. His ass is a natural. He loves squeezing down on me. I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. He pushes right in and continues the fuck. I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too. I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. “Shit…” “Do the work. I’m standing still.” He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him. It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does. It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. We change around again. I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass. I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest… * We go up for dessert. I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass. He could take bigger toys, but not a fist. He’s eager to try me. Down we go, back to the sling. I do the same distraction method. Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching. And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 24, 2022

Indianapolis—December, 2021 A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy. We both had an itch that needed to be scratched. I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car. I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar. (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay Towers, I have had my cock deep inside.) I slid the tarp under the sling to protect his carpet and we were ready to go… Keshawn stands in front of the couch. I sit on it to tie my boots. His huge cock slaps me in the face. I forget my laces and take him into my mouth. Fuck, he is so damn thick I feel like I can’t help but scrape him with my teeth—my mouth is stretched so wide open. But he doesn’t seem to care—or he’s used to it. He moans as I tongue his piss slit. I take maybe half of his dick down my throat—I just can’t do more. He pulls out, kneels between my legs and sucks my drooling cock. I lean back and close my eyes, letting the tensions of the three hour drive evaporate. Keshawn doesn’t forget my balls. He gets them good and wet. “Let me eat your ass,” I finally murmur. He heads for the sling, but I tell him to bend over the back of the couch. He bends, watching the men on the big screen TV. I kneel, pull his generous black cheeks apart and drill into his warm hole. “Oh, fuck…” His hole is so ready for me—just a few pokes of my tongue and he is flowering open. But I don’t stop. I lick and spit until Keshawn is groaning. Only then do I stand up and work my greased cock into him. He could just take it, his hole is so ready, but I want him to feel every inch as I push it into him. I stop and pull back each time—giving him just a little more on the forward stroke. His mouth may not be begging for all of it—but his ass sure is—it greedily takes every inch I give it. Finally, I bottom out, my overgrown bush grinding against his ass lips. “Fuck me!” I oblige. Slow and long strokes—letting both of us savor it all. But I can’t help myself. I am soon fucking much faster—actually in time with one of the hairy, hot tops on the screen. I slow down and pull out. I taste his hole again. He is so damn juicy—already. I savor it and swallow. “Let’s do the sling.” I get Keshawn into the stirrups. I love looking at his long, lanky body lying there. I go to my knees and eat his hole briefly. I can get my tongue in so much deeper with him on his back. But soon my cock replaces it. I thrust hard and fast—truly jack rabbiting his puffy hole. Keshawn’s breathing is as hard and heavy as my own as I pump into him. His hand strokes his never soft cock. I slow down. I change to a very deliberate stroke—only giving him half my length repeatedly and then surprising him with the whole shaft. Each time I give him the full length he groans—and his hand stops flogging himself. His ass is getting wetter. I have to stop and taste him again. I lick and spit some back into him. I lick his ass jizz out again and this time I swallow it down. I stick my cock back in his wet mancunt, get it good and wet and take it to his mouth. He licks me clean, craning half of his upper body out of the sling. “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you…” I go back and fuck him, hard and fast… * I want his ass in a different position. I unhook the stirrups and move them down his leg from his ankle to his knee. Then I pull his leg towards his chest and hook the stirrup next to his head. I do the same to his other leg. I kneel and rim him deep. Again, the change of position allows for even more access. Keshawn is stroking hard. I stand up and fuck him. Balls deep on every stroke. He grunts on every hard thrust. He is loving it. His moans are the kind that make me work even harder. I relax his legs to the regular sling position. The other is great—but tiring, even for the really flexible. Once in place, I let him hit the poppers before I fuck him again. Just as hard. Listening to the steady smack on my hips on his generous ass cheeks. Over. And over. Keshawn groans—and shoots a massive load all over himself. I pull out and bend to taste some of it. Then I coat my cock with his cum. “Can you keep going?” “Yes...” “I am fucking your cum into you. Take it.” I have smeared vast amounts of jizz on my rampant cock. I look down and see it froth around his ass lips. Keshawn takes it like a man—but I can see the post orgasm fuck is harder for him. I take a hit of his poppers. I kneel and lick all the cum off the outside of his hole. I stand up and sink into him. I am firing off instantly—replacing all his jizz with a large load of my own… And the largest snow of December dumped on me for the last two hours of my trip home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 20, 2022

My Playroom—December, 2021 We had talked for a bit on one of the hook up sites. Perry and I seemed to be quite in tune for a session in my playroom. We talked about some limits. We spoke of kinks. We met on Boxing Day… I am half sitting/half leaning against the top piece of the fuck bench as I watch Perry strip. I like what I see. He is a good 10 years younger than I, and beefy as opposed to a bear. He is not quite my height. As he bends to find his red jock, my cock stirs in my own jock pouch. I can’t wait to get into him. Perry steps into the jock and looks at me. “Come here.” I point to the padded floor between my splayed legs. He kneels. He takes me out of the jock, sighs and begins not on my drooling cock head—but by licking my balls. It’s my turn to sigh. I knew he’d been reading the blog—and he’s remembered how much I like my balls tongued. I give my cock an occasional stroke while his tongue seems to find every millimeter of my ball sack. Slowly, his tongue finally leaves my nuts and finds my wet cock head. He spends just as much time sucking my dick. This makes me so ready to taste his hole—and I tell him so. We move around to get him on the fuck bench. I kneel behind him, pull his generous cheeks apart and then drill my tongue into his pucker. “Fuck, yeah. Get me ready for your cock.” I slobber into his hole. Moaning. His tight hole relaxes with each thrust of my tongue. I lube my cock up as I do it. Spit some more—and then I stand, my wet cock slapping his exposed asshole. “Fuck me…” My cockhead enters him before he finishes the phrase. I am literally sucked in until I am balls deep. I give him a moment…and begin the first of countless fucks over the next few hours. He is tight and wet—and hungry. He pushes back to meet me, squeezing down on my cock. I pull out. I am hungry to taste his hole again, now that it’s had a cock in it. It doesn’t disappoint—he is a self-luber and I love the beginnings of his ass slime on my tongue. It makes me fuck him again. Harder. Faster. Longer. He rears up on the bench to look at himself in the mirror. Our eyes connect and he grins before muttering “Fuck me harder.” I do. We move to the sling. I eat his hole briefly—but I am too eager to fuck him again. I do a slow, deliberate fuck—to let him feel me invade every inch my cock can reach. Perry’s eyes have just found the mirror above the sling. He groans in the back of his throat and begins to pant. This makes me pick up speed. I begin thrusting deep and hard. The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room… * “Let me put this on you.” I have the blindfold in my hand. “You have watched it all—now it’s time to just feel it.” I let out the strap and buckle it in place. He looks hot—blindfolded and content—waiting patiently for me to do anything to him. “I do this for I never want you to know where I will be next…” My fingers lightly graze his nipples. One hand runs down his chest and touches his cock mounded in the jock pouch. The other hand bears down on his nipple, working it hard. My tongue soon replaces my hand on his nipple—I lick lightly. Teeth are applied—just grazingly. I move to his ass. I slap his pouch with my hard cock. I fuck him, briefly. I kneel and rim him again. I take a sip of cold water and spray it over his ass crack. He gasps—and I lick it all up. I do it again. I fuck him. I go back to rimming extra juicy hole. I do the cold water spit one more time. I let it drip off him as I stand up. Suddenly I am pissing his ass crack—the hot piss totaling changing the temperature of his ass. I kneel and lick it up, savoring the taste. I fuck him. I give him a piss spurt as I pull out—so it’s not too deep in his hole. “Push it out,” I tell him as I kneel. He does and I swallow it down… * It’s my turn in the sling. Perry sits on the chair and licks my balls as I lazily jack my dick. Occasionally his mouth replaces my hand—but it is mostly about getting my balls incredibly wet. When they are—we change places and I fuck him again. We both love the sound my wet testicles make as they slap his upturned ass. “Let’s try this.” I grab the speculum. His hole is gaping enough now it slides right in. I crank it. After each turn of the key, my finger snakes in and finds his prostate. His cock is drooling under the fabric—making a stain. I continue until it is wide enough for me to add my cock. Perry watches me enter him in the mirror above. He groans and closes his eyes. “So full…” he mutters. I fuck him for quite some time, loving how the medical device changes the feel of his butt. Finally I crank it shut. I slide the slender butt plug in him as I show the speculum to him. I splay the sides open so he can see how far he was stretched. “Please breed me…” I set the speculum on the towel under the sling and add the butt plug to it. My tongue finds his hole. I rim him with intensity. My cock rears up—dripping precum. “I want your cum, man.” I stand up. I enter him. The switch has been flipped. I am all about myself now. My need to breed. I fuck him hard. He vocally eggs me on. I grab the upper cross pieces of the sling frame. I fuck a couple of more strokes. And my cock begins to fire… The original, with comments from the bottom, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Get Me Ready for Your Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 13, 2022

North of Me—December, 2021 The Ginger Bear and I decided to do a brief meet in the run up to Christmas. I went north in time to arrive in the middle of the afternoon… The sling is still in the basement. I am glad the space heater is running. I drop off my bag and go back upstairs to wait as the Ginger Bear does a last rinse. When he joins me in the living room, we stay upstairs talking about this and that before we head down a flight. Damn. The space heater has thrown a breaker and it’s quite chilly. I toggle it back in place before I strip. I get my boots back on in a hurry—the floor is cold. I add the jock simply to keep my lube in the waistband. I kneel and lick his fresh from the shower ass crack, concentrating on opening his pucker. I am soon fucking that hole. Hard. I have brought the eggheaded dildo. I add it—and my cock. I love how it tightens up any hole. We fuck for a bit, me holding on to the top of the sling frame and letting my hips do the work. I do some speculum spreading before the first hand goes in. I crank it open—and add my cock. I watch his eyes roll back in his head. The Ginger Bear is always twisting his nipples no matter what it is I am doing to his ass. This trip I have brought some nipple forceps. They go on with a nice intake of breath from him and a satisfying snap as the handle locks in place. My left hand goes in easily after some finger stretches. Then my right. Soon, I have one hand in him and four fingers from the other adding a little more stretch. He sighs. I reverse the hand in him and stretch with the other fingers. Both of us like the feeling. Back and forth and back. There is a toy on his table I don’t recognize. It looks like a miniature fire hydrant. The head goes in easily. I have to work just a little on the bigger rim that finishes the head. Next on the toy’s shaft are four prongs (the spigots on the hydrant, I suppose.) I don’t want to just push them all in. I work to get each to disappear individually with a little ass massage. There is then another thick ring. A little more pressure and a little more massage and his hungry hole takes it as well. And suddenly we are really feeling the chill. We go upstairs and warm up. The Ginger Bear fixes a pizza with chicken and barbeque sauce that is amazing… The original is here. It went on to do an Equipment Close-Up of the hydrant toy: From My Side of the Sling: FFist, FFun and FFellowship (and an Equipment Close-Up) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 10, 2022

My Playroom—December, 2021 It had been a while since I’d seen Jake. I always wait for him to contact me for he rarely can get away for a play date. He had written about a week earlier that he would have some time coming up. We’d agreed on a day and time—and then Michigan weather stepped in. A huge cold air mass was sweeping through the Lower Peninsula causing lots of wind damage and power outages. My place was fine, but I turned on the space heater as the basement playroom was very cold. We checked in with each other that morning and Jake decided he still wanted to come south… I get a text. Jake’s running ahead of schedule. I slurp the rest of my soup a little faster—he’s only 15 minutes or so away. I get drinking water down to the playroom and place towels under the sling and bench. The play bed is made and ready. Toys are on the shelf. Lube. I go upstairs and find the Crisco. I spoon out as much as I think I might use and take it downstairs. I select a disc of fisting porn and get that ready to go. It is feeling warmer. I shut the door to keep the heat in. There’s the doorbell. I head upstairs. Jake comes in. We hug. I can feel the chill on his coat. I take it and hang it up. He grabs his bag and we go downstairs. I suggest he leave his clothes on the chair behind the door to keep the bed free before I go upstairs to strip. Jake has his clothes off and his harness on by the time I’m back. I leave my robe on the doorknob. It’s just jock and boots for me. We embrace. My fingers find his oversized nipples and twist. He pants. Jake sits on the edge of the twin bed. He wants to suck my hardening cock. It is better if he can get it deep inside his throat before I fully harden. Not today. I am erect and he can’t quite get his mouth around it without some pesky teeth getting in the way. I don’t care—we’re here for assplay not fellatio. “Get on the bench.” He does. I kneel and attack his ass with my tongue. Jake groans and tells me how good it feels. I am deep in his hole very fast. I stand up and slide the dick in—not nearly as slowly as I might. I just fuck him. Hard. His hole flowers open like it always does with me. I quickly add the egg headed dildo and DP him with toy and flesh. His ass is so ready for me that I grease up my left hand while he is still on the bench. I kneel and it’s a straight shot in. An easy entry. I alternate between hand and then cock and back again. I want more. I grab the Ass Grommet from the toy shelf and slip it over my erection. It makes the circumference of my cock about the same as my fist. I grease it up and push all of me in. Jake yelps but takes it. So much so that he begins pushing back on my thrusts to meet me. Sling time. Jake opts for the ankle restraints instead of the stirrups. I start with the speculum. (As if he wasn’t already open!!) We both enjoy the incremental opening. And the fuck once the wings are wide enough. I close it and begin fisting for quite some time. Lots of first one hand and then the other. Back and forth. With an occasion eight finger stretch. I grab the chain with the medium sized links. I grease it up and watch it disappear into him, link by link. Jake loves the heft of it in his gut—and the stretch as each link slowly emerges as I pull it out. Back to hands. Then I use the long toy with the handle. It fucks his wide open hole to the very depths. As I switch to the butt plug, the lights go out. And the heater. I take a quick look upstairs. The electricity is out for my whole neighborhood. There is a small basement style window above the rimseat wall—so we have enough light to continue. We soon pause for a moment on the bed, Jake holding me. It’s getting nippy in the room already. When we get up, he gets his balls inserted in the bottom half of a tight wooden box, shaped like a musician’s wood block. There is a top that slow screws down to crush them. Jake lies back in the sling and I slowly work the device tighter and tighter on his testicles. I drum on the box—sending vibrations through his body. He wants more. I hit it harder, finally grabbing the rigid pink dildo with balls and use it as a mallet. We unscrew it all. We fuck. It’s getting damn cold. I cover his upper body with an extra towel. I am working for a fisting double…but the cold is just too much. We have played for quite a bit and his hole can use the break. We wipe down. We dress. And the lights come back on… * The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking and Fisting Away the Cold (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 3, 2022 On the original blog there is also a post written by Jake, told from his perspective: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Assplay in an Even Colder Climate (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 4, 2022 I also published an Equipment Close-up with pictures of his ball crushers and Jake in them: From My Side of the Sling: Equipment Close-Up: The Ball Crusher (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 7, 2022

My Playroom—December, 2021 We met on Asspig. Very early in our conversation he typed that he had found the blog. He gushed about it. I hope he won’t mind that I quote him here: “Dang, Dude ! You are a great writer. Nice pacing, tone of voice, your prose moves right along with no awkward moments or fat. You write with real efficiency and clarity. The Hemingway of Filth! I read for over an hour. It was almost hypnotic.” I was flattered. We set a date. We had to postpone it (weather, I think.) But we met on an evening very early in December… Jamie arrives at my front door. He is likely 10 years younger than me. Tall. Handsome. A trim bear, his hair touched with grey and a generous amount of stubble on his face. It’s a short enough drive from his house, that we can go straight downstairs. He strips and tosses his things on the chair behind the door. I hang my robe on the door knob. I am in my usual jock and boots. No wrist bands tonight as I expect them to be in his ass. He goes to his knees to suck me. He’s on the concrete. I suggest we move to the padded floor between the sling and fuck bench. He takes my dick eagerly. Hungrily, even. He keeps pulling off me and holding it in his hand to look at it, all shiny with his saliva. I suggest the bench. He thinks he’ll relax more in the sling. I get him in, adjusting the stirrups. I kneel and taste his hole for the first time. It’s warm and wet and wanting my tongue. His ass flowers open, I am reaming him deep in no time at all. He does some poppers and watches me ravage his hole with my tongue in the mirror above him. I grease my cock up as I eat him out. I stand and slide into his open hole. I fuck slowly. Opening him inch by inch. My dick feels great deep in the caverns of his ass. He nods at me—and I go at him full force, hips banging on his beefy butt. I go to the speculum fairly early in the session. I want to do some stretching before I try my hand in him. He opens easily with it. I add my cock in with the medical devise. Jamie loves this—his eyes roll into the back of his head as he gives into the pleasure. After the speculum is out, I add the egg headed dildo. It fits with no problem. Nor is it when I add my dick on top of the toy. Or then under it. Each thrust gives him a terrific stretch of toy and cock. I hunker down and eat the ravaged hole. I begin greasing up my hands as I lick his well fucked ass. In a moment I have two fingers in him. Three. He sighs. Four. And the whole left hand glides in with no problem. Jamie can’t believe I’m inside him so easily—but is delighted I am. I play with the left hand in and out of him for a bit. Then concentrate on the right hand. It is barely any harder to get the right in him on the first try. We break. I ask if he’d like to try the bench now. We go there—and fuck. Hard. He likes the mirror in front of him so he can see me pound into his ass. But it’s not as comfortable for him—so I get him back in the sling. The toy parade continues. I use an ugly old ‘realistic’ dildo on him. It is hard and rather unforgiving—but we both like how the molded balls smack his ass lips. I grease up my dick again and add the grommet over it. This is the toy that thickens the circumference of my cock by several inches. Jamie is up for the challenge. My cock head, sticking out of the toy goes in. I push a little—he pushes out a little…and I am in. Every inch. He loves how full he feels. I fuck him hard. I pull all the way out again so we can have the pleasure of it all going back inside him… * It has been all about my hands for the last 10 or 15 minutes. First one. Then the other. Occasionally a full 8 finger stretch. I grab the big toy with the handle. I wasn’t thinking of using this tonight—but his hole is wanting more. It disappears—with Jamie keeping track of it in the mirror above. “You will breed me, right?” “Sure. Are you ready for me to do that?” He nods. His hole has had a work out. “I really want your cum.” I wipe him down a little—simply so I don’t have Crisco on every strand of my beard. With the excess off, I eat his hole again. This makes him pant. And it makes my cock stand back up at full strength. I stand and fuck. It’s suddenly all about me. I rail into him. I pull out and taste his hole one more time. I take a hit of his poppers and bury my face again in his wet ass. And it works. I need to breed. I stand and get my dick in him. I pump for five or six strokes before I’m over the edge. I convulse, hanging onto the top of the sling frame for support… I am pretty sure he took my load home with him…. The original is here, with some great comments from my readers: From My Side of the Sling: Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’ (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 31, 2022

I have always said the same thing...why just couple up?? Great minds think alike, as they say....

I had never seen that bench under the sling idea until I played with this couple. It is a great addition to play--and make things like that DP a breeze.

Lansing—November, 2021 The couple who I last wrote about in ‘Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur’ contacted me again at the end of November. This time it would be just the couple, me and anyone I wanted to bring. I took a long shot and asked Keshaw to make the long trek up here. He jumped at the chance to play with them again. By the time Keshawn had arrived at my house, I’d had a text from the hosts that their tatted friend from last time would be there, too. It was now a Five Pig rematch. Here is my quick description of the playroom and the players from last time: “I look around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others…” Once again, I am the last to join the men. Top Host is lying on the bed. Keshawn is sucking his cock—lubing it for his ass. Tim is standing at the foot of the bed. Hot Tats is on his knees swallowing his fat dick. I go over and stand next to Tim. We kiss. Hot Tats now takes turns on both our cocks. He holds them by the ball sacks, licking first one and then the other. “Who wants to fuck me first,” he asks. I tell him Tim should open his ass up for me. He agrees and spits on Tim’s cock one more time. Hot Tats gets up and braces himself against the end of the bed. He has a front row seat for Keshawn now lowering his ass down on Top Host’s big cock. I watch Tim slowly push into Hot Tats—who grunts in such a way that you can feel every inch going in. Tim fucks him—slowly. Pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. While I wait my turn to fuck, I also watch Keshawn ride that rampant dick. When he finally stands up, I am right there to lick Top Host’s ass flavored cock. “Your turn. Fuck him,” says Tim as he pulls out of Hot Tats. I enter his wet hole for the first time today. His ass lips are puffy already. I love the look of them as they cling to my cock. My dick loves it, too, as it hardens to its firmest. I give Hot Tat’s every inch of my engorged flesh… * Later. I have been in all three asses available to me. Repeatedly. The five of us keep shifting from one man to another. Usually it’s three of us together and another couple—but constantly changing up. Sometimes the Top Host takes a longer breather to just watch the four of us couple up and fuck. This inspires him to join one pair or another. Hot Tats has topped a number of times today—so the pairings have even more variety. I pull out of Tim. The three versatile guy’s holes are wonderfully wet. And I want them. “Sit on my face,” I tell Tim. I get under the rimseat and lower the seat. Tim sits and his hole is spread open for my tonguing pleasure. I spear up into him, lapping and licking and savoring his ass juice and the mix of precum. His partner is suddenly astride my chest. He must be feeding his dick to Tim. The concentration of a dick in his mouth lets his hole relax—and I go in even deeper. Tim is soon pulled up to be fucked. Hot Tats sits in his place. His hole is incredibly sloppy. His ass lips, pronounced early on, are now very swollen. I take a long time bathing them in my mouth. I love the feel of them—and the more I soothe them, the wetter his hole becomes—it is a constant drip into my mouth. Keshawn gives me head—and then sits on my dick as I eat out Hot Tats. He sinks slowly down on me, squirming to get every last millimeter inside. He slowly begins to bounce on me. I can hear his grunts—and the squish of how juicy his ass has become. When he finally has to stop riding me and stand up, Hot Tats stands as well—so Keshawn can take his place. My tongue sinks into his juicy hole. It’s like he has taken a load, there is so much ass jizz. I happily suck and lick him clean… * I now have Keshawn in the sling. His juicy ass turned me on so much I had to fuck. I am battering his hole. Tim watches then steps up on the long bench that fits under the sling. He steps across Keshawn’s chest in the sling and stands astride him, facing me. Just like he did last time he manages to sit on Keshawn’s raging hardon as I fuck Keshawn. Tim bounces lightly and I fuck hard. “Let me try it the other way.” Tim stands up, letting Keshawn’s big cock leave his hole. He goes to one side, turns around and steps across again. This time, Tim’s ass is right in my face. I lick his hole and fuck Keshawn at the same time. He lets me do that for a moment, then sits on the big cock below him. He rides Keshawn again while I continue the fuck. “Do you think you can DP me?” It takes a moment to sink in. Then I pull out of Keshawn. Tim leans forward. I can see his hole filled with that beautiful, big ebony colored cock. Can he really take mine, too? I re-lube. I slide my dick head along Keshawn cock. It nudges Tim’s hole. I push slightly. His hole gives. I push again. My cock head disappears inside. Then more of my shaft. Neither of the other men move. I begin a shallow fuck into Tim. He groans. Keshawn moans. I mutter under my breath—it’s an incredible mind fuck. I push a little harder and more of my cock is sucked in. The other two men have stopped fucking and come to watch. “Take it,” it says Hot Tats. “That’s so hot,” growls Top Host. I now have two thirds of my cock in Tim alongside almost all of Keshawn’s bigger dick. I continue fucking. It is incredibly tight. I love how it feels on my cock. And just as fast as it happened, Tim moves a little and Keshawn falls out. Tim stands up on the bench, pulling me out. His partner helps him down and leads him to the bed to fuck him. Hot Tats is so turned on he asks to fuck Keshawn. I let him get inside him, before I move behind him and get in Hot Tat’s ass as he fucks the younger man. And I stay there until we both get off… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Five Sex Pigs Rematch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 26, 2022

I have always had a long fuse before the explosion. It has gotten longer with age and experience.

I have heard this, and tasted and fucked in the result. And the same FF bottom used toothpaste to good effect, too.