FelchingPisser

I have lots of great sex. But I always write up the odd or bad ones, too. Just to keep it real.

Detroit—October, 2021 We spoke on Asspig, the fisting site. We talked about what we liked to do. We seemed like a good match—he loved fisting and he had a sling. He wanted my dick, too, not just my hand. He asked if I would be ok with other men being there. Of course. I tend not to travel into Metro Detroit lately, but I made an exception and said yes. Of course, he was on the east side—the farthest possible for me—but off I went on a Monday morning for an afternoon of play… I turn on his street—right on time. But I cannot find the house number he has given me. I call him. “Didn’t I tell you, East _______? You must be on West.” I look at the address he’d typed. There is no east or west for the street name. I mutter under my breath, as I re-trace my steps, cross the six lane boulevard that divides the city, and find his house. He greets me. He is a rather doughy white man around my age—but he looks like his picture—and I am fine with getting to know what looked like a hot ass that could take a good workout. We sit for a millisecond in his living room. It looks like there is a major renovation happening. Stuff is everywhere. “The sling is in the basement.” I follow him down the steps, picking my way through a path of paint cans, unfinished projects and Christmas decorations sticking out of garbage bags lining the stairs. The basement is low. I can’t stand erect except between the beams. We go through the laundry area which is as cluttered as the stairs. In a small room beyond it is the sling. I see a table top which is clear enough for me to set my bag and leave my clothes. Standing up from taking my boots off, I nearly knock myself out on a low heating duct. He jumps in the sling. Oblivious. I strip and quickly get the boots back on after I see the sawdust (and who knows what else) covered floor. I take my speculum and the eggheaded dildo to a low table by the sling. I kneel carefully and lean in to eat his ass. It looks tempting and tastes better. At last. I will myself to get over the drive, the address mix up and the look of this space and have some good sex. But my dick rebels; he is still pissed as fuck. So I eat the guy’s hole and grease up my hands. I do some fingering and lateral stretching to see how much he can take. I get only as far as two fingers from each hand. “Could you stop that? I won’t be able to take your hand.” “I thought you said…” “I love the pervy people on that site,” he continues, not listening to me. He goes back to humming something off key and doing poppers. My dick is getting there. I stand up, careful to stand between the beams. But I collide with a mirror that hangs awkwardly from the sling frame. I grunt and slip my dick into him. “You are big. Damn.” The phone buzzes. He reaches for it. “He’s here. Just so you know, he can be kind of odd…” A tall Black man, half our age, tromps down the stairs and finds us. He grunts at the host and looks me up and down with distaste. He does not undress—but unzips and sticks his soft cock in the host’s mouth. I continue to fuck. “Suck my dick right.” The host tries harder. “This isn’t working. I want you on the bed.” The Black man leads the way upstairs—and on up to the second story. The new parts of the house are just as cluttered…and the bedroom is actually dirty with food drying on plates, glasses half full, and beer bottles around the room. Laundry is on the floor everywhere. The other top lays down on the unmade bed. Out host gets on all fours to suck him and let me have his ass. I fuck. The host finally gets some response from the flaccid penis in his mouth. I offer the ass to the top—too soon I realize—he’s not particularly hard. He gets huffy and storms out. The host grabs his phone. “Jim is due any minute. Let’s go back downstairs.” And we sit in the cluttered living room for him. A good looking white guy, rather Italianate, maybe forty, arrives. He knows the host and is ready to fuck. He likes the look of me. He strips down as we troop back to the sling in the basement. I eat ass as the new guy strips. Once he is naked, he sticks his cock in the host’s mouth. I stand up. I avoid the mirror and the beams and narrowly miss hitting my head on this shorter sling frame. I fuck. The other top loves watching me. “I wish I’d known you were so big, I would have cleaned out myself.” I smile and offer the host’s ass to him. He comes around and fucks him with his tiny cock. (Sorry, there is no other word for it.) And he cums. Almost instantly. “Fuck in my cum.” I have had enough. I slide into the wet hole, pump three times and fake an orgasm. It sounds real—even to my practiced ears. I am dressed—and out the door—without hitting my head on anything else. The detailing of this fiasco is here: From My Side of the Sling: Sex Amid the Clutter (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 14, 2021

In my sex blog, I describe it as a cross between a bookstore and a bathhouse. There is a shower and small locker room. The rooms are bigger than most bathhouse rooms. The playspace is pretty vast with glory hole areas, public slings and benches and lots of video stations. I, too, have always had a fun time when I go to Tabu.

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 I wanted something different. Had Palm Springs spoiled me? As I was thinking where I could go for something new, preferably without an overnight stay, I got an email from the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. They were having another all gender gathering at the club. With visions of a different type of three-way or some Trans sex, off I went on a Saturday night... There is no parking anywhere near the bathhouse. I finally find something several blocks away and walk in. I sign the consent forms and am given one of the few lockers they have left. I change to my jock and boots. The crowd is mostly men, with a large dollop of the rest of the LGBTQ alphabet. There are strippers performing of all persuasions. I go upstairs to see if anyone is playing and find that so far, it is the gay men who are actually having sex. I sit and pull out my cock and do a ‘watch some porn’ warm up. For tonight, in other areas, there is some bi and straight porn. Up here, it is still gay. And bare. And hot. A number of men mill past me—all clutching the towels around their waists tightly. One man pauses, admires my dick and asks to suck it. I let him—and have to stop him for I am afraid he will draw blood with his constant nicking of my cock head with his teeth. A second man is just as bad. Honestly, five men in a row in all gave me horrible head. And then it changes… A young Latino arrives. He asks to suck me. I let him and am pleasantly surprised. No, I’m astounded. He has one of those mouths you dream about. Everything is right. The pressure, the tongue action, the level of wetness and how he cradles my balls as he sucks me. “Lick my balls too,” I groan. He happily does so. I lie back and close my eyes. I don’t even stroke myself as he licks my balls sack. Soon enough his mouth is back enveloping my entire shaft. He goes to the base effortlessly. Again and again. When I open my eyes, on a distant couch, I see a young Black man fucking a woman bent over it. He then shares her with others—as two men take turns eating her out and sucking the young man’s dick. The woman is turned so she can see me getting head. Men move around us and cut off my view. They either want a turn on my dick or want my sucker’s mouth. The Latino is very intent on me. I urge him to suck another guy. He does so—showing off for me. I slip off the chair seat. The Latino moves up on it, kneeling, to get a better angle of the new cock in his mouth. His rounded ass, with a delicious looking hairy crack, is right in front of me. I lean in and begin licking it. The groan from him is ecstatic. It’s all the encouragement I need to drill into him with my tongue. The Latino is now going from cock to proffered cock. I lick and poke and spit into his hole. He grinds his ass back on my tongue, groaning around whatever cock is in his mouth. I re-double my efforts on his butt. Finally he moves to stand up. I do, too. He turns and kisses me. He pulls me down and whispers in my ear that he wishes I could fuck him, but he is not prepared. I sigh, but thank him for telling me. He goes to his knees and sucks me to the root again. He stops, reluctantly, when he realizes that he won’t get me off… * I watch some of the strippers. People leave and more arrive. I watch some hetro couples fuck for an audience in a room reserved just for them. Soon enough, I go back up the stairs. I hear that women are in the glory hole area, but my eye is on a cute otter heading towards the sling. I follow. He has a top with him—a friend or boyfriend. When the Otter sees my cock, he is on his knees and getting me back to full hardness. The other top ignores the wave of my hand for him to join us. The Otter pulls off my dick. “Fuck me?” “Please.” I help him into the sling. He is surprised and then please that I rim his tight hairy ass. My rimming makes the other top stroke faster. I spit one last time in his ass and stand up. My cock slaps the pouch of the Otter’s jock. “Jeez, that’s big…” says his friend or boyfriend. Remembering the consent form of the night, I look in the Otter’s eyes. “You want this raw cock in your ass?” “Fuck, yes!” he groans. “Breed me if you want...” My cock starts pushing into him. He groans again, hits his poppers—and my cock is swallowed whole by his tight ass. I pause and then begin my usual long, slow in and out. The Otter’s eyes roll back in his heads. The Top steps closer. His cock is a hot seven + inches and pre-cumming. I reach down, and my index finger mops up a bead of it. He watches me as I taste it. I fuck harder. The Otter is moaning loud enough for other men to come see the fuck. I pull out and taste his hole again. Well, fuck me if he doesn’t already have a load deep in there that I have pulled out. I clean up his ass and plough back into him. I fuck him hard. It looks like the other Top is close. I gesture for him to take a turn. This time he nods. I pull out and the Top pushes in. I kneel next to him. “You like that?” the Top asks. “Watching me fuck?” “Fuck, yeah,” I tell him. “Just let me clean your cock when you pull out.” The Top chuckles softy and fucks the Otter harder. Just as I am sure he is about to cum, he pulls out and sticks his wet cock in my mouth. “Clean me, fucker.” I do. I get all of the previous load sticking to his cock and as much of his precum as I can. I am suddenly ready to breed. I stand up. He instantly gives way—knowing just what is happening. I push between the now puffy lips of the Otter’s ass. “He’s gonna load you,” the Top tells him. And to me: “Give it to him.” The Otter’s hole is so silky. I can’t hang on. I growl out my orgasm as I spew my load deep into him. I stop pumping and grab the chains as the Otter expertly squeezes my cock. I finally pull out. “Churn my load,” I tell the Top. But he’s already doing it. I watch him froth my cum in the Otter’s semen drenched hole… The original post (and comments) is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Otter at the All Gender Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 11, 2021

Near Home—October, 2021 As I didn’t get off (nor did I expect to) with my fisting of the Ginger Bear I went to the closest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon. It was a small group of men hanging around…but very playful… I can feel the sexual tension in the air the moment I enter the gay cinema. There are five men in the room. I have obviously interrupted a blow job. A 40-something white guy with a shaved head, sits along the back wall and makes no move to cover his saliva covered cock. A man is standing with his back to me who was likely servicing the guy. I can’t sit in either of my two regular seats. The one against the right wall has a man in it, who is kneading his cock mound. Another man sits next to him. The third stands by the door, looking like he wants to unzip. I move to the left wall and sit down. It’s an outside wall, but warm enough today on this bright October day. The guy who was likely sucking is adjusting his package. He doesn’t go back to sucking the guy—he comes down to me as I take my dick out. And I realize why—it’s Braydon. He’s the bearded cub who threw the motel party where the cops were called. He’s also been to the old house to take on three of us and we’ve met here, occasionally. He has cropped his hair very short. The beard is also much more shaped and trimmed. “Let me suck it.” I spread my legs. The guy kneading his mound opens his fly. The man next to him eventually reaches over and strokes the hardening dick. Braydon has gotten me dripping in short order. The man he was sucking earlier starts beating his cock—knowing just what I am feeling. I nod to him and gesture for him to come and join us. He gets up, his hand never leaving his stubby, fat cock. “I want to see you suck him,” I hiss to Braydon. He bobs up and over to the man who is now standing at my side. Braydon sucks him. Stubby Cock grabs his head and face fucks him. Then he pulls Braydon off him and pushes him back down to my cock. He prods his thick cock against my lips. I open and take him to the root. He does not face fuck me, but just as suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and kneels. Braydon goes to my balls to allow Stubby Cock access to suck my prick. He does, with gusto—if not much skill. This must excite Stubby. In moments he stands up and gestures for Braydon to take his load. But Braydon is busy. I give him a mouth to shoot in. He gasps out his orgasm. I love watching his body shiver as he unloads. Braydon comes up for air. “Fuck me.” He pulls a chair away from the wall, pulls his jeans down and leans against the back of it. I don’t bother to tell him my mouth is full of jizz. I go to my knees from my chair and stick my cum covered tongue up his hole. I begin to reverse felch the guy’s semen up into Braydon. He can feel it and groans, even asking me if that’s what I am doing. I make some sort of affirmative sound and poke more cum up his ass. When my mouth is empty and Braydon is feeling well lubed, I stand up and add my cock. I glide in, with a hole coated in cum. He’s a great fuck anyway, but this makes him feel spectacular. “I knew you wouldn’t want me to waste his load,” I grunt out as my hips slam into him. “So…Hot…” he pants. “Use my ass.” The guy to our side giving the hand job is now sucking the cock he was jerking. I encourage the guy by the door to give Braydon his cock. He shakes his head. I pause the fucking and go to my knees. I have churned so much of the load out of his hole. It is hanging there on the hair of Braydon’s ass crack. I mop it up with my tongue and push it back inside. I can’t help but swallow some of it. I fuck him again. The guy by the door sprays his load on the floor. The guy getting blown convulses in his sucker’s mouth. They all leave. I slow on Braydon’s ass. Neither of us wants me to be done yet. We go off to look for others—he to the arcade and I check the straight side. There is nothing of interest. I go back and stroke to the gay film. Braydon comes back. He has found no one either. “You want my load?” “Are you serious?” He bends over, dropping his pants again. “Breed me.” I eat his hole a bit. Cum is working out of him. I swallow some. And also spit a dollop of used seed on my dick. I stand up and sink into him again. I love showing off—but being alone with him is nice in an entirely different way. I do a very slow fuck. I can’t help but build the rhythm quickly. He is super slick. I think about the cum in him, where it came from, what I did with it…and I explode. I replace the first load with a fresh, bigger one… The original, with comments from readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Reverse Felch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 7, 2021

North of Home—October, 2021 A few days later I drove up to see the Ginger Bear. My fingers were itching… He has moved his sling to the basement. The heater is on this time and I am still warm enough after stripping down to my jock. I get the boots back on quickly as the floor is still cold. He has hopped in the sling and his fingers are already busy with his nipples. I kneel and spit on his hole. My two index fingers slide in. I do a mini lateral stretch and then stand up and slip my hard dick into him. The Ginger Bear groans—and twists his nipples. Hard. I give him a nice friendly fuck. He groans again—so I speed up my thrusts. The basement is filled with the sound of my hips slapping onto wet, meaty buttocks. I grab my speculum. I slide it into place and do a steady crank open. One finger of my left hand plays with his prostate the entire time as I crank it open with my right. Now two fingers go into him. I have cranked it wide enough for my cock to fit through the stainless steel wings. I play with his soft red insides for a moment…stroking and lubing them up. I stand up and slide my cock between the no longer cold metal. I fuck him deliberately with slow, even strokes. I pull out and crank it shut. I slip on the black plastic ass grommet over my erection. My cock head pokes through the other end of the toy, giving me a huge girth. It takes just a moment to squeeze it all into his stretched hole. I enjoy fucking with it in place. The Ginger Bear loves it—it must feel like he is getting the stretch of a double fuck. It’s time for the hands. I lube up both with J-Lube. Fingers first. Eight of them. A real lateral stretch now. And again. My left hand disappears and his asslips clamp down on my wrist. I hold a moment. I pull it out with a slight twist. The right takes its place, disappears and I can feel the snap of his ass shutting down on my wrist. Now it is all about the back and forth. Slow. Measured. One. The other. And back again. The Ginger Bear is gasping and talking in some sort of language of his own creation. I stop the alternating hands and let my left crawl up into him. The moves are so tiny—but his reaction is huge—as I move deeper into him than I have ever gone. When I look down a good inch of my forearm is inside him. He has another shuddering moment. A deep internal orgasm. Bigger than all those that have come before. I pause. And slowly work my way out. I grease up again. I start with alternating hands. But soon I leave the left in place and start working the right in alongside it. I make it as far as the knuckles. Both hands go back to the slow in and out. I double up again. This time I can add the right past the knuckles. More gentle stretching. The Ginger Bear certainly loves the stretch from both of my hands. He tells me to try again. The left goes in. The right hand joins it, past the knuckles and the palm. Just the heel of my left is exposed. It almost disappears. But not quite. We are so close to a full double fist inside him. I pull out slowly… And we are done. His hole has had enough. We go upstairs to wash up and eat the meal simmering on the stove… A short piece that originally had an addendum about my second covid shot: From My Side of the Sling: Almost a Double (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 4, 2021

My Doc is with you on this. He told me to avoid using that "dancing box." They are getting a bunch of false readings--and are really concerned about the false negatives.

Yes, by a woman doctor who had no finesse at all. Jab and twist. I wanted to teach her how my fingers enter an ass...

Now, I am a Grand Master and I have quite a big scepter...

Near Home—October, 2021 After leaving one bookstore blue balled on Friday afternoon, I went to my usual haunt on Saturday night. I got there a little later than usual—just after 9:30pm… There are all the usual suspects in the straight theatre. Doing nothing. I go next door. A blow job is in progress. A big beefy white guy is getting head from a Latin guy (who swears he’s straight, but is always begging for my cock up his ass.) Neither man is bothered in the least that I walk in on them. The beefy guy waves me over before I can sit down. “Get your cock out,” he tells me. I unbutton. His thick hand grasps my dick, bringing it to full hardness. I tell him not to squeeze so tightly as he begins moving his paw up and down my shaft. “Try his mouth.” The Latin guy has blown me before. He knee walks over to my cock. The moment he begins to suck me, his free hand goes down the back of his sweat pants to finger his hole. I have sworn off fucking the Latino. He either can’t, or won’t, clean out. But I enjoy his mouth—certainly more than the Beefy Guy’s hand. There is a hot moment as Beefy Guy steps closer—forcing his slightly above average cock into the Latin’s mouth. I love that our cock heads are now bumping together as they are licked, smearing our pre-cum on each other. The Latino moves to sucking one and then the other. He takes Beefy Guy to the root. He manages three quarters of my cock. Back and forth. Back and… The door opens. A man I recognize as a frequent patron comes in. He’s likely my age and paleness. His cock is always hard. He walks in and joins the two of us feeding the Latino. He is hard and dripping as his cock springs free. We let him have the guy’s mouth. He instantly grabs the Latino’s ears, holding him in place, as he face fucks him. “I’m gonna fuck you,” he announces. His voice is quiet, but determined. The Latino is on his feet instantly, pushing his sweatpants down to his ankles. He grabs the back of a chair and pushes his ass out. The new guy spits on his cock and pushes into him. “Fuck him,” whispers Beefy Guy. Then he turns to me. “You going to fuck him?” I shake my head. “Then fuck me.” The man pulls another chair away from the wall. He unbuckles and his jeans are pushed to his knees. It’s a hot, thick ass—with lots of hair. I go to my knees and rim him until he is begging for my dick. I stand up. “You want this raw cock?” “Oh, yeah…” I slide into him. He’s a little tight, but he opens fast. The other top is railing into the Latino. I quickly match his speed. This is just what I need. The other top senses it first. He pulls out and his cock is a mess. He swears and tries to find tissues in his pants. I slow down…and the hole I’m fucking is just as bad. Bad enough I can’t power through it. I grab the napkins in my pocket, wrap my cock and beat the other top to the restroom… * When I finally feel clean again, I let the other guy into the restroom. On my way back to the theatres, I walk by the attendant. “Thirty minutes to closing,” he announces. I must look at him incredulously. The store closes at 2am. “Covid rules,” he smirks, “We are closing at eleven.” He goes off to the soda machine. I hear the other top come out of the bathroom. He goes right for his car. I go back into gay theatre. Empty. The straight theatre has two men in it. One man, a little older than me, is jerking. He covers himself as I walk in. I go back next door. I sit and stroke to the gay porn. I will get off tonight, one way or another. Time passes. The door opens. It is the stroking guy from next door. He leans against the wall across from me and unzips. Not so shy now. He has an average cock, but with what looks like a long foreskin. We stroke in silence. “May I suck you?” he finally whispers. “Sure.” He gets to his knees. His skill level is only average—but still what I need right now. There is a knock on the door. “Ten minutes,” the clerk squalls, not coming in. “Lick my balls,” I hiss. He does, as I jerk. I am so damn close. I can hear him beating his own cock as his tongue leaves my hairy sack wet. “Five minutes!” I groan. And beat harder. My licker is suddenly up on his feet. “Take me…” he pleads. I lean forward and his cock erupts in my mouth. This sets me off, too. And I shoot—finally! But all over his work pants that are bunched around his ankles…. The original, and some choice comments, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Those Blue Balls Unload (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 2, 2021

Thanks--it was fun--even if I didn't shoot.

I think you would have fit right in with those men!

Jackson—October, 2021 The ass of the guy in the Tiger’s jersey kept me satisfied for almost a week. On Friday, I went to the sprawling bookstore with different areas for different genres of porn. I arrived around noon… There are men sprinkled throughout the various viewing areas. Perhaps half a dozen. Some are stroking. Some are groping themselves. One is asleep. I go through the larger gay area and settle into the smaller alcove there with its own large screen television. You would think maybe this room might have some sort of gay fetish porn showing, but no. It is the same feed as the larger room. But it’s warmer. And today the whole building is cool. I stroke. Alone. No one is in either gay area. But almost instantly, two guys come in. They are both white, early 30’s and dressed in ripped jeans and flannel shirts with the sleeves ripped off. John Deere hats cover longish hair. One is thin—the other much more cubby. Cubby sits in the only other chair in this alcove. The tall guy stands by him, then walks over to me. “May I suck you, sir?” He has a slight Southern drawl—and the ‘sir’ comes from there and not the leather community. “Sure.” He kneels, unzips himself and gets to work on me. Cubby stands up and strips out of his jeans. He sits, half naked and strokes a tiny little cock as he watches his friend or boyfriend suck me. The guy on my dick is good. Not terrific, but fairly skilled. He turns his body slightly to give his friend a better view. Cubby can’t sit still. He grinds into the chair as he strokes—his bent legs opening wide. Invitingly. Now this is getting interesting. The very thought that the skinny one is prepping me to fuck his friend is making the pre-cum spew out of my cock. The kid on my dick grunts appreciatively as his tongue swirls it away. I ask him to do my balls as I stroke a little. He does. Cubby loves this even more as he can now really see my dick. Soon enough the entire shaft is engulfed again by the Skinny Guy’s mouth. I let him suck for a few more moments. I want to get to part two with the squirming Cubby. I tap Skinny Guy on the shoulder and stand up—showing off my angry looking erection to both of them. I turn to Cubby… He grabs his pants and all but runs out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. Skinny Guy goes after him. I sigh, thinking ‘Just a voyeur…’ and go back to stroking my wet cock. * I find them again when I venture a walk around to see who else is here. They are doing the same thing with a large older man—Skinny Guy sucking and Cubby Guy squirming and stroking. I nod at them and go back to the gay area. * I eat my lunch out in my car. When I come back in there is a new man in the main gay area. He is stroking a large seven incher to the porn as he sits on the couch. I sit in the chair next to him and do the same. We glance at each other often. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. Eventually I make the first move. I sink to my knees and take his mocha colored dick into my mouth. He sighs and calls me by name. Fuck! I continue sucking him and giving his slightly darker balls a good tongue bath. My tongue trails up the shaft and licks up his pre-cum. And the light bulb goes off. It’s the guy from my regular bookstore who I have made out with twice. (Hot, But Sweet and A Bookstore Rematch) Here he is in new territory and confusing me… I stand up. He sucks me down with great pleasure. He is far better than the first and only mouth on me today. We pause and he removes his trousers for better access. I bunch mine up on my boot tops. I know just what he’s going to do. And he does it—he kneels on the seat of the couch with his arms on the back—presenting me with his full, round ass. “Rim me—please…” I kneel again and bury my face in his butt. He spreads his cheeks apart—helping me violate his tight pucker with my tongue. I have no idea how long I eat him out, spitting, tongue drilling him and using the beard on my chin to stimulate his hole. I do know that at least three scenes go by on the porn that is playing. I am once again licking his butt and stroking his cock. The way he is moaning seems to confirm that he is close. His cock is swelling. And he stops me. He has to go back to work. He gets dressed hurriedly and takes off, promising he will text me. No one else is around…or at least wanting to play. I leave, after tucking my blue balls carefully into my jock. The original, with lots of comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: So Close... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 29.2021

In one of the bios or journals of Tennessee Williams he states he used a condom with his boyfriend in the 1940's as he didn't want shit on his dick. Cleaning out is a much more recent thing.

Lansing—October, 2021 I didn’t get off when I put Cute Boy through his paces on that Friday night. (See the last post.) On Sunday afternoon, I decided to go to the store that is combo of bookstore and bathhouse. It was just what I needed… We make eye contact before I can even sit down to watch some porn. He is white, likely in his mid-40’s. He’s tall, with a thin and toned physique. He is wearing a ball cap of one of the state universities. He can’t take his eyes off my crotch. He leads me out of the main gay porn area into a small room that used to have glory holes. Not there is just a large rolling office chair. Without a word the guy pushes his biking shorts to his ankles and bends over, pointing a moderately hairy ass to me. No oral. No words. I pull his cheeks apart. His hole is slightly gaped—others have been here. I harden up. I don’t rim him, I just spit on his hole. I pull my cock out on my jock and fuck him. Slowly, but building to fucking him so hard he nearly loses his balance. His hole feels great. He is the one to stop me—with just a raising of his hand. I somehow get my cock back into my pants and go off to piss. I walk around. The place is not packed—but very busy. I end up in my favorite chair to watch some bi-sexual porn. Biker Shorts comes in. He nods at me and goes through the door to where we’ve just fucked. My cock spews a drop of pre-cum. I follow, not bothering to put my cock away. There he is, bent over and waiting. Once again I spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. It makes him shiver. I slide in. He gasps. I fuck him hard—and make him cum all over the floor. I go back to my chair. I stroke. A daddy who is my age and race sits on a padded table next to me. Soon I am sucking his short, thick cock. He jerks me. But not well. Hard and tight. The blowjob to the side of us is more interesting. A mousy white guy is on his knees giving a handsome, Black college kid oral service. I disengage myself and stand next to the kid. He has his sweatpants down around his knees. He reaches out and strokes my dick—lovingly and smoothly—nothing like the death grip of the guy on the padded table. I kneel. The ass on this kid is a perfect bubble butt. I kiss each hairless cheek, pull them slightly apart and let my tongue tickle his tight pucker. The effect is electric. He sighs loudly and reaches back to spread his cheeks wider. I go deeper. He bends over, clutching the end of the padded table and likely pissing off the cocksucker, who can no longer get at his dick. I eat his hole to the sound of his moans and gasps. He finally turns around and sucks my cock. I ask if he likes to get fucked. He nods, but tells me he didn’t plan for it. I push his handsome face back onto my dick. A new white man sits in the chair I’ve vacated. He is around my age, though quite a bit heavier. He hauls out an impressive dick. The college kid sees it, too. I look at him and nod. We both kneel by the new guy. The college kid takes his dick—I lick the guy’s balls. We are in tune with our oral service—we switch seamlessly so I can suck and he can lick…and then back again. The guy we are doing pulls the College Kid to his feet. He leans in and sucks the kid’s cock. I leave the guy’s dick and go back to sticking my tongue in College Kid’s ass. I can’t get in as deep—but it’s enough. With a mouth on either side of him, College Kid yelps and starts to unload. He suddenly pulls out of the guy’s mouth and shoots the last two spurts onto the guy’s nose and beard… * I wander. I get a load off a hot Latin guy by the sling. It takes him maybe 90 seconds before he lets loose. I watch some porn. I get some head. * I am back in the smallest of the rooms. Two men are sharing my cock. They are both around my age. They may be partners—they certainly are adept at passing my swollen meat back and forth. A college kid comes in—white, cute, short and wearing a Tiger jersey that hangs down over his shorts. He sits on the chair which is to the side of me. One of the guys on the floor turns my hips so my cock is available for Tiger to do. And he goes for it with gusto. He is really good. The other guys are aroused by watching me get head from this kid. They stand up and the three of us half ring the chair. Tiger simply swivels the chair as he goes from dick to dick. The men not being sucked have hands all over other men’s shafts and balls until the mouth comes back. A fourth man joins the circle. He is older than any of us and has his cock out, but it is not hard. The kid won’t touch him. He goes back and forth between the three of us until he suddenly stands up, looks straight at me and says “Fuck my ass.” I turn the chair so the back is towards us—and then bend the kid so he can hold on to it. I kneel and look at the ass I’m about to plunder. It is much flatter than the Black kid’s—but certainly muscled. I spread his cheeks and dive in. Tiger hits his poppers and begins muttering every sexual swear word he can think of… “Eat my shit hole…make me a fuckin’ whore…lick my mancunt….” On and on. I stand up. I have over lubed my cock—for I think he is going to be very tight. I push the head in. He clamps. He does another hit and his ass opens. He babbles obscenities. The couple watch as my cock sinks into him—but then they leave. The older guy stares at us—and hardens up. I fuck slowly and deliberately. Tiger is groaning now and is stroking his baby dick. He loses his grip on the back of the chair. It spins. I hold Tiger by the hips and keep fucking. The older guy sits and turns, bringing his erection to Tiger. It brushes Tiger’s lips, but he won’t open his mouth. I can clearly see Tiger’s face slowly give in to lust. He takes the proffered cock deep into his throat. “Good boy,” I grate out. I fuck him harder for his reward. He gets a second reward— the old man’s load. Willingly now. And with much vocal fireworks from both of them: grunts of bliss from the older man, “Fuckin’ use me,” from Tiger once the man is done shooting. I step up my pace. I am going to blow my load. I know it. “You want my cum in your ass?” “Yeah…breed me…make me shoot,” he huffs out, jerking himself furiously. I plow him three or four more times. I grab his hips—not that he’s going anywhere. He feels me erupt and his own load blasts out across the floor… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Make Me a Fuckin' Whore..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 27, 2021

The hosts throw them infrequently, but they are always memorable.

Thanks--PS was such a great trip with such hot, horny men.

Thanks. I love to mix tongue, cock and fist (and cock and fist together) in a hot, talented hole.

Near Home—October, 2021 I finally returned to my usual bookstore for my first play of October. It was fairly dead. But it still merits an entry for the continued corruption of Cute Boy—getting him to play in public and not locked away from other’s eyes. (If you need to read the earlier entry, you will find it here.) The porn in the gay cinema is the hottest I have seen here for quite some time. It has a slightly harder edge to it—lots of ass to mouth, cum in the ass, cleaning of cock afterwards and even snowballing—not at all like the vanilla, condomed movies that often end up on the big screen television here. I enjoy the first scene, all alone in the room. By the second scene, a couple of men have stopped by—taking a break it would seem from being alone in the maze. Neither linger. The third to come into the room is a very large man of around my age, who I recognize from here. He gives excellent head—and his eyes light up when he sees me. He sits across from me. I nod to him. I let him get settled. He likes the movie, too. I can tell by the continual kneading of his crotch. I stand up—my hard, slicked up cock swinging. I take it to his mouth. He engulfs it. He gives me the exquisite service I remember. Instantly, as if a lighted sign had flashed in the lobby that sex was happening, two men come in. One takes my vacated seat and the other lingers by the door, watching. I turn slightly so they can both see more. Neither opens their pants, but their eyes watch us, not the movie. I now do a little face fucking to change it up. And the door opens again. It is Cute Boy. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me, his hand still on the door knob. The man by the door reaches for Cute Boy’s crotch. CB pushes him away and goes to sit way down front. He will have to turn to watch me. I wait. He turns—and watches me use the large man’s mouth for my pleasure. I finally pull out and thank the guy by squeezing his shoulder. With my seat taken, I move down to where Cute Boy is sitting. I stand in front of him. “Suck my dick.” He is totally conflicted again. Not only is it in front of others, but I am still wet with spit from some man who he likely considers unattractive. I wait. All eyes are on us. The man by the door pulls out his cock to stroke. I smack Cute Boy’s immaculately shaved cheek with my wet cock. He grimaces—and opens his mouth. He begins to suck—nervously glancing at the others in the room. “Good boy.” It sounds louder in the hushed room then I mean it to be. But it makes him really work on my dick. His hand comes up to jerk me so he can just lick the head. “No hands,” I tell him firmly. “Just your mouth.” Now the other spectator unzips and begins to stroke. Even my initial cock sucker undoes his pants and sticks his hand inside. Cute Boy is working hard, but is only taking perhaps three quarters of my cock down his throat. I hold the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. I give him maybe just half of my dick. He ovals his cute mouth and takes it. I go a little deeper. Maybe two thirds of my shaft now. Spittle is coming out of the sides of his mouth. I step up to almost the whole shaft. He is tearing up, but refuses to give in. Finally he chokes…and I pull out, ruffling his hair and calling him a “good boy.” Cute Boy is now hard. His jeans are tented. “Take off your pants. I want to suck your cock.” He willingly unzips. “No, all the way off.” He pauses. Then stands up, unbuckles and drops his jeans to his ankles. He sits on the metal chair. I kneel and lick the pre-cum off his cock head. He sighs. I take him into my mouth. I do all the things the big man did to me, now with my tongue. After a bit I push him back, so he is leaning against the back of the chair. My finger finds his hole. This sends something akin to an electrical shock through him. His hand finds my arm and pushes it away. I spit on my finger and touch his pucker again. He looks at all the men watching him about to take my finger up his tight asshole. He is so conflicted for others to see him do something so intimate. But my wet finger is giving him too much pleasure. He relaxes and his ass welcomes me up to the first knuckle. “Stroke your cock.” I begin to lick his balls and finger fuck his ass. Every man in the room is stroking, one way or another. It raises the temperature of the room. I pull my finger out and spit on it again. I go deeper. I find his prostate and stroke. “Ohhhh….” He sighs. “Cum for me.” He concentrates. He strokes harder. And faster. It takes a long time. My erection actually goes down I am working so hard on him. He suddenly shudders. Cute Boy shoots. Two or three tiny drops…but he looks totally spent. The other three men leave, making no move to play. We clean up—and that is that… Except Cute Boy has done a few more things in public that he has never done before… The original, with the link to an earlier story about this cut young man, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Continued Corruption of Cute Boy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2021

Thank you--it would be an honor. And we are almost close enough to make it happen....

My Playroom—September, 2021 The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore. He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it. So we met soon after. It was a disaster. I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest. We started. And stopped. Started. And stopped. And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day. Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all. It was the piss boy who lives north of me. He sent me text just before class that he was super horny. Could I fill him with piss later tonight? No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex. He wouldn’t arrive until very late. I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill. I thought long and hard. A new text arrived: “Please, Daddy!!!?!” I said yes. In the early evening I got one more text. “Can I dress slutty?” I knew he had a fem side. I said yes to that, too. He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst. He is still lanky and just as tall. His hair is long. He is maybe 25. He strips to a lime green thong. The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem. A lacy crop top covers his thin chest. The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees. He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon. My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly. “Open wide, Boy.” “Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs. “It’s been so long….” And it has been a full year since we met. I dig my cock out of the pouch. It goes in his mouth. He knows not to close down. In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water. He moans deliciously as I empty into him. He takes every drop. The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness. He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base. “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.” He takes me to the root before I can respond. I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.” “Does Daddy want to taste my ass?” I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth. I connect with his hole. He is tight. My tongue burrows in. He sighs and moans in the back of this throat. I eat his ass for a long time. I am surprised when I realize I can piss again. I stand up and flood his crack. It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can. “Daddy, lick it up. Please….” I go to my knees and lick up every drop. When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack. I take my dick up to his mouth. He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head. I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls. They are sweaty from the day and the exercise. Boy starts to clean them. “I want to suck them properly…” I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs. This is really nice. I lie there. I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me. Individually—lovingly lapping them. And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once. He goes to my perineum, instead. “Come sit on my face.” The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way. “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!” I prod open his now wet hole. “I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…” I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise. Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him. “Let’s do the sling. I need to piss.” I get him situated. His eyes never leave the mirror above. My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong. I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me. I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole. I stop before I’m empty. I lick him clean and do it again… * It’s late. I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home. “I want your load in my mouth.” He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed. “Give me your cum, Daddy.” “Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” I lie on the bed, spread eagled. He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest. I stroke. Lightly, but intently. Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum. He sighs over this with a “I want more!” I increase my stroke. I am almost there. “Get ready,” I bark. He hovers above my dick. “Argh!” And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum. I am really shaking, the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense. He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again. I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest. “Wait,” I tell him. “I think I have some piss for your ride home.” My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got….. The original: From My Side of the Sling: "Daddy, Lick It Up..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 19, 2021

I haven't been around a top who wanted a condom in almost 10 years.

Jackson—September, 2021 I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon. I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong. I drove all the way home. I self quarantined. All was fine. Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time. I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock. But as I realized I was fine, that old churning in my balls returned. I knew I did not want to start up again in my usual bookstore—I just wasn’t ready for ‘all the usual suspects.’ So I went the other direction—to the bookstore with the huge space and semi private areas set up for viewing each different genre of porn… I am the only man in the place at 11:30am. So much for the idea of some sort of ‘lunch crowd.’ I stroke half-heartedly to some gay porn on a big screen television. It keeps flipping to a new scene before the cum shots of the current one. I hear footsteps. Two younger men arrive, likely in their early 30’s. They are both attractive and of opposite types. One is tall and gangly with rather long hair. The other is a cub and fairly short. A nest of chest hair is showing from the topped of his ripped Tee. The tall one goggles at my dick—and leaves. The Cub kneels and asks politely if he can suck me. I spread my legs farther apart as way of an answer. He starts on my balls. A good sign. He licks each hairy sack with his thick tongue. He leaves them very wet before inching his way up my cock. When he finally reaches my big mushroom head, he moans, ovals his mouth and glides down my entire shaft. He feels amazing. With nary a tooth. Then he is back to licking every inch of shaft—from every angle he can from where he kneels. I close my eyes and let him take his pleasure. He needs no guidance, such as a hand telling him to take me deep. He is back to my balls. Then deep throating me. Now, licking my perineum. I hear a noise and open my eyes. Someone else is coming in. It is an older man, shuffling along, barely lifting his feet. He gropes himself as he watches me be serviced. But the Cub is not pleased. He gets up and sits in a chair on the opposite wall in this smallest of rooms. The old man shuffles away. A young, stocky Latino arrives. He just starts sucking me without asking. “You’re huge,” he chokes out, looking first at me and then to the Cub. The Cub, smirks, not at all put out by this interruption. The Latino is good, but gives up saying his jaw hurts. The Cub comes back, kneels and gives me more of his expert service. When another older man arrives—he stands up, zips up and leaves. I wander. I find the lanky guy in the Trans video area. He is stroking a tiny cock. He beckons me over, with the hand that is not doing the stroking. “Let me try sucking that…” I unbutton and let him have a go. He’s not bad, but nowhere near as good as the other two cocksuckers of the day. I finally call a break when food sounds more interesting than sex. I retire to the cooler in my car and eat… * When I come back in there are lots more men—and less action. I find the Cub at the bigger screen of gay movies. He is on the couch and stroking his thick cock. I pull out mine. He makes no move to come back to me, so I kneel and give him some head. He sighs—and seems pleased. He leans back so I can get to his low hanging balls. I give each a bath. He leans into the back couch cushion a little more. My tongue finds his perineum. I leave it wet and slip down a little more. My tongue makes contact with his tight pucker. He groans. “He wants you to fuck him.” I glance up. It’s the tall, lanky guy. I look at the Cub. “You want my dick?” “I want your load,” he says, rather sheepishly. I begin eating his ass with fervor. I want him good and wet. “Fuck, yeah. I want you to breed my Boyfriend.” Lanky guy is hot at the thought. He opens his fly and begins stroking his tiny cock. I move around. I am kneeling on the hard tile…but my cock is in perfect line for his ass. “You want this raw cock?” He nods. His fist finds his thick dick. I work myself in—easier than I expect. “Fuck that’s hot,” Lanky Boyfriend chimes in. “Give it to him.” I love this scene. I love partners who let their partners play. The Cub groans as I bottom out in him. “Fuck…” he hisses. “That’s a lot of dick.” Lanky BF sighs. I hold one more second—and begin a slow fuck. “You are such a good whore,” LBF says proudly. I increase my pace. The Cub is totally into it. His hole is as skilled as his mouth. He is squeezing me just right. Suddenly the Cub explodes. Most is all over his chest and his tee-shirt which he didn’t pull high enough. But the first two shots are on me. And it’s my trigger. Nothing here today will be better…and my cock knows it. I breed the Cub as his Lanky Boyfriend moves to hug him. I feel great as I pull out…it only would have been better if they had both cleaned my cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Permission to Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 16, 2021

Any leather bar...I have done both give and take in NOLA and Columbus OH. Any bathhouse. Anywhere.

Palm Springs—September, 2021 I was flying out at an ungodly time on Tuesday morning. Monday was going to be spent exploring Joshua Tree National Park. That left Sunday to be the last day of sex. Jay and I decided to return to the gay resort that might as well be an outdoor bathhouse right down the hill from his house... We arrive around 11 am, with our packed lunches for later. We set up under an awning with a view of the pool. The crowd is thinner than Wednesday…but we are thinking that there will be a lot of men who were here for the weekend checking out—and will want to get off one more time before going home. We go cruising. The porn viewing area has a couple of men. We go to the air conditioned sling room. A few men are stroking to porn here, too. Jay hops up on the exam table. He’s on his back, legs high and spread. I kneel and eat his hole. In moments he has a man in his mouth. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I work him open with slow, insistent strokes. I invite the man in his mouth to fuck him. He is handsome, just a shade younger than me and with a series of exquisite tattoos on his chest and thigh. He grins and comes down. He has a long, thin dick with a large PA. I make room and he sinks into Jay. He fucks him hard and fast. The moment he pulls out, Jay rolls off the table and cleans his cock. “Will you fuck me?” asks PA guy. I agree and he crosses the room and gets in the sling. Jay moves to the side to play with his nipples as I lick PA Guy’s hole. He has had a busy weekend. His hole is puffy—though seemingly not used this morning. I spend a lot of time sucking, spitting and rubbing my beard around his ass as he groans his appreciation. I stand up and insert. He is one of those men who know how to use his hole. He squeezes at just the right moments of my insertion. I fuck him slowly. He is getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of my hard dick. I build to a faster pace. I am now really fucking him with all my strength. His cock is rock hard. I love watching the PA jiggle with each thrust. I stop suddenly. I pull out—I just have to taste his over juiced ass. I go to my knees and push my face between his spread cheeks. His ass jizz puddles on my tongue. I swallow most it—and stick some of it back into his hole for the round two fuck. I rise—and slide into him. He grunts. Jay twists his nipple and occasionally bends to lick up the pre-cum drooling out of the man’s sizable cock. I only stop fucking him when he finally asks for a break. I do one more clean-up of his hole with my tongue before I help him out of the sling. Jay loves the guy’s ass juices one my throbbing cock… * The resort was to have sponsored a fisting event this weekend. It has been cancelled as an event, but there are many men here who came to the resort anyway. I find one I talked to online in his room. I spend a happy 45 minutes working his wide open hole until he has to get to the airport. * I fuck a guy in the barracks sling. I suck some cock there, too. And let many men do mine. It’s hot. I head back to the air conditioned porn room. I sit in a low chair under one of the screens. Almost instantly I have an older man in my mouth. A younger guy crawls between both sets of our legs, knocks my hand off my dick and sucks me. We go on like this—and attract more men of every description. Other spectators begin sucking the man next to them. A new man gives me his cock when the first man pulls out of my mouth. No one seems to be trying to get off. There are now ten of us giving or getting head. Partners keep changing. There is yet another new man in my mouth and a new guy is on my cock as the young one is now sucking off another daddy to my right. We keep changing dicks—some going from the fellated to dropping to their knees. We are a Bosch painting come to life. And without any visible reason, the men begin to disappear and within a minute, I am the only one in the shed… * “I’ve been looking for you.” It’s the leg tatted, PA guy. “Will you fuck me until I shoot? I need to get out of here.” We go back to the porn shed with the sling. I spend even more time eating his ass. I can tell he has found another top this afternoon. I savor the man’s seed he left behind in this muscular ass. I stand up—and indicate my mouth is full. He nods…and I slowly drool some of the stranger’s cum into PA Guy’s mouth. He savors it, swallows and we kiss. My cock is in his ass crack as we squirm together. I reach down and it is an easy insertion—barely breaking the kiss. We tongue fuck each other’s mouths as my cockhead swells and drools. I straighten up and begin the fuck. Slow and easy. He jerks his cock. I spit on it—and give him a dollop of lube from the tiny bottle in my jock. His eyes roll up into his head as I pick up the tempo. I can tell he’s close. And, remarkably, so am I. I pause a moment to eat his ass one more time. A kiss. We relish the taste of the ass jizz and cum still clinging to tongue. We are both on the edge. He blasts first—and the spasms of his ass squeeze me until I erupt and replace all the sperm I have eaten out of him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Farewell to Palm Springs (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 13, 2021