FelchingPisser

My Playroom—June, 2021 [This post really did have pictures to illustrate. I am not printing them here. I got his permission to put them on my personal blog, but not here. To see them, follow the link at the bottom.] He wrote me on Asspig. I am not sure where he was actually from, but he was coming to the gay campground nearest to me. He knew he would get some action in the woods, but really wanted his hole used and stretched. That can be something that is hard to do in the out of doors—between makeshift clean out situations in communal showers and the potential of getting half the forest on the top’s greasy hands if he touches the ground. We set a date and time. Roy arrived promptly—reminding me he would need the shower. He was fun and friendly. Roy was around my age, likely just a little younger. [Who isn’t anymore?!] So, late 50’s, mostly grey hair, a decently in shape body which had caught some sun at the campground. In the brief moment we talked before I sent him to clean up, he seemed open and playful. I set up the rest of the playroom while he used the Ergoflo. I put on some hot Germans fisting and pissing on each other on the big screen TV. As the feature finally began—down the stairs he came… He kneels to suck my cock. No sub here. We are two men enjoying what we can do for each other. He sucks me in and gets me hard easily. But I can tell it’s not really his thing. When he has had enough, he climbs up, without any encouragement, onto the fuckbench. I get a first taste of his fresh from the shower hole. I spend long minutes poking and prodding him with my tongue. I spit once. Then twice. Right on the loose pucker and drive the saliva home with my tongue. Again and again, until my own cock is dripping. I smear my juices on him and push it in with my tongue. Then I swab the head of his dick with my tongue, getting a huge dollop of precum. I hold that in my mouth and then work it up his hole, too. I stand and slide in. His hole welcomes my dick—literally pulling me in. I fuck him. He fucks back. Pic 1 and 2 of my cock entering I grab the egg headed dildo. It disappears easily up his ass. He grunts out his pleasure. I push it down and add my dick. I double fuck him. Then I pull out, leaving the toy in place. I pull it up and now slide my cock in under the toy. He loves this—and tells me so as the poppers come out. Pic 3 of dildo and my cock in his ass. We switch to the sling. I fuck him here, too. But I know what he wants. I grease up my hands. His hole is eager. It accepts my left in mere moments. Then my right. I go back to a fuck. I pull out and stretch him open with a lateral stretch. He loves this—so I find the speculum and slowly crank him open—until it is wide enough for me to add my cock. I fuck him with the medical device in place. I decide to go back to my hands. I alternate back and forth with them. Once I add my cock when my left is buried deep inside. He loves looking in the mirror above him. His eyes never leave it as my cock slides down my forearm and buries itself in him. I go to the chain. I grease and insert. It is the hunk of chain with the smallest links. I push each link in him. One. At. A. Time. He groans, commenting on the weight. I get about 13 of the 18 links into him. I tell him just that. Then begin pulling it out—each link giving a tiny stretch as it emerges. Pic 4 of chain in his ass. I use the butt plug on him afterward. Once is has slipped in, I hit my fist against the base—sending vibrations through his whole body. Another hand session follows. Back and forth. I build in tempo---as I move more quickly between left and right. Roy tells me his hole has likely had enough. “Of cock, too?” I ask. “Hell, no. Breed me and send me home with it.” I am happy to oblige. Pic 5 of cummy cock on his ass. The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/using-roy-in-words-and-pictures.html

Grand Rapids—June, 2021 It was time for the monthly sex group that meets to the north of me. I took the chains to do the double-decker slings again, my fuck bench and the rim seat. (Leather men never travel light…) I got to the house about 30 minutes early and helped the host with the final set up. He had been averaging 10 to 12 people a month after he started the group up again this spring. This time, 17 to 20 men arrived, stripped and began to have sex on both floors of the house. Here are three highlights of my night… He is on all fours on a flat padded bench. It is in the corner near the double-decker sling. Lots of action is happening on the bed in the other room—a massive oral dog pile of naked flesh. This guy is, well, young for this group—a group that skews 35 to 65. He is maybe 25. He wears a designer jock, really more backless underwear, which perfectly frames a generous bubble butt. He’s cute, with a smooth, lithe body. His legs are very hairy like so many young men. He keeps his head down from either shyness or submission. I watch him as I fuck a friend in the sling. From the moment he bends over he has dick up his ass. Every man who walks into the room gives his ass a try. Some fuck him for quite awhile. Others do a few strokes and go on. One man, slightly heavier and around 30, stays with him—feeding him his cock so he always has two dicks in him at once. A versatile pig who I know from here is the fifth man up him—in the first 15 minutes of the party. He sticks his seven inches up him, pulls it out and drops to his knees to rim the much fucked hole. I can see the pig is loving the taste of this guy’s ass. He has gone from a lazy jerk as he rims, to giving himself a blistering hand job as his tongue roots around in the fucked hole. The Pig comes up for air and sees me grinning at him. “Get over here,” he tells me. I excuse myself from the guy I was fucking and join them. “Taste this hole,” the Pig commands. I squeeze by the Pig and kneel next to him. I stick my face in the boy’s ass. It is indeed a treat. I wonder if he arrived with loads—certainly none of the men here have dropped any this fast. I stand up and fuck a few strokes into the kid. Then I pull out and let the Pig licks me clean. I still can’t tell. The Pig asks to fuck him again. We switch positions. The Pig fucks the kid—and lets me clean his cock after a dozen strokes. “You have loads in you?” the Pig asks point blank. The kid shakes his head, slightly embarrassed. “It’s just me,” he tells us. I watch the Pig fuck him. Harder. I stand up. “Lick him clean,” I tell the kid when the Pig pulls out again. The larger guy gives way at the kid’s head and strokes—watching us use the kid. I spit on the kid’s hole—and now really plow him. The kid has a long dick in both holes. The force of my fucking is impaling his throat on the Pig’s cock. He chokes occasionally, but is able to continue. I pull out with a loud slap on his gorgeous ass. I bring my pre-cumming cock up to him and to the Pig, who goes to his knees, to enjoy… * He’s a newbie—and is drop dead gorgeous. I first see him on the bed, on all fours, with his sculpted ass in the air. I am fucking another regular, a gymnast type, with a glorious ass of his own. I watch the gorgeous one give his hole to two different men as I continue to plow into the gymnast. The gymnast finally asks for a break. At almost the same moment, the second guy swats the hot guy on the ass and pulls out. I am right there, my tongue reaming into his fucked hole. He doesn't even turn to see who is using him now. But he sure does when my cock begins to slide into his wet chute. "Fuck, that's big. Give me all of it." I do. To the hilt. I fuck him a long time. Then I flip him and fuck him on his back so I can look at his face. He is likely in his early 40's and old style Hollywood handsome--chiseled features, a cleft in his chin, hot stubble on that granite jaw. His hair is dark and rather long. His body is gym built. We move to the sling. Some guy makes use of his mouth as I fuck. Off to the side, I see the kid in the corner take a load--the first of many that night. I also fuck the gorgeous one on the fuck bench. Here we are joined by the top who loves to have me open a guy's hole for his thicker dick. We do just that--rotating around the bench so both our dicks are always in him. We take a break. "You need to let me eat your ass on the rimseat." "Sure." He sounds pleased. Then: "Are you the guy who likes to felch?" I nod. "Let me see if I can get a load for you." He goes upstairs. I get my cock sucked for a bit and then start up. I meet Hollywood Handsome on the stairs. He grabs my arm, nods and leads me up to the rimseat. I get under and he sits. That glorious hole flowers open and seed begins to drip out. Someone begins to ride my dick as I lick out the swollen ass lips above me. Mr. Hollywood groans and flexes his ass, making the drip become a trickle. I lick and swallow. The guy riding me is now really pounding himself down on me. Mr. H stands up. He is suddenly being fucked by the big top who shared him with me downstairs. "Let me churn that load for you," the top grunts. I watch the fuck, framed by the seat above me. The top pulls out and a large glop of semen falls on my nose and mustache. Mr. H sits down...and the cum in his ass pores down my throat... * It is done. Everyone who wants to has gotten off. I have played with most of the men in attendance in one way or another. Now it is only the host and me left. "I have at least 7 loads in me. Come on." We go to the rimseat. I can certainly tell he's been bred, but I think most of the loads have been churned out of him by others. I tap his thighs to have him stand. "I need to fuck," I growl. My host kneels on an overstuffed chair, jutting his slender ass towards me. I lick it in this position a little more. My cock reminds me what needs to happen, by spitting out a dollop of precum. I rub it over the head as I stand up. Even after all the men tonight, he is a tight hole. But I am in and fucking. Hard. "Fuck me harder," he chides. "Make me feel it tomorrow." I build the tempo. My hand finds the back of his neck and squeezes, something I know he loves. My thrusts slam into him as my hand tightens... And that is just enough. I am over the edge. I fill his ass with all the cum that has been building for the last 4 hours.... The original post can be found hear--with a 1000 more: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/three-scenes-from-orgy.html

So what my brother described as the medium has length of 3 1/2 inches insertable by 1 1/4 inches high. Large has a length of 4 inches insertable by 1 1/2 inches high. Picture of the large:

I always top. I hate to get fucked. So I would not be doing that scenario of seeing who would get "the upper hand." But I have a cock that makes guys want to try it out. I have had many tops ask me to fuck them. Sometimes a full fuck, sometimes a few strokes. Usually this happens if we are sharing a bottom--or if I am in a sex venue. I do like it. It gives me a nice sense of some sort of pride...

Eroswired supplied far more content, but I do have a page on my own speculums with some great pictures of them in use on my blog. That would be here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/03/equipment-close-up-speculum.html And the last time I used the medium sized one:

Mine came from the Leatherman in New York. I just checked and they are selling two versions, though not the Collins, like mine. I far prefer the medical grade stainless steel to the plastic versions. I would check medical supply stores, stores that carry BDSM equipment and fetish leather stores (Mr. S, etc.)

I got them to also double as a way to deliver piss inside---before I realized I could piss hard.

I I fit. And I have to say that I do this mostly with FF bottoms. I have two sizes--med and large.

Near Home—June, 2021 I did my work contract—and eleven days later I was finally back at the bookstore… I have arrived slightly earlier than usual. From the number of men in the theatres, I seem to have caught the last of the late afternoon crowd and the beginnings of the evening group. I sit in the straight theatre, off to the side. I have interrupted a man getting head as he stands at the back wall. The moment I sit, the two go at it again. Noisily. Other men are scattered around. Some even jerking. It feels pre-pandemic. I get out my cock. The movie is good and I spring to full erection easily. I don’t have long to wait. A short, bald man, currently masked, but is still recognizable as a frequent sucker of mine. He nods and kneels. The mask inches up and he takes me down his throat. He’s good. As long as he doesn’t use his hands. For some reason, he loves to squeeze my dick in a stranglehold. But he’s being careful tonight. He likes to show off to the others that he is sucking me. He groans and sighs for the audience. And takes my entire length down his throat. The door opens. Two men, around my age, come in. I don’t recognize these two. They seem to be a couple. They make a beeline for us. “Look at that cock. You need to try that out, Jerry.” Jerry, who’s slightly shorter, nods and kneels next to the man sucking me. This puts my current sucker off. He gets up, sighing loudly. Jerry goes down on me. And he’s better. Or at least his tongue is more active. His partner makes encouraging noises about sucking me as he unzips. I watch the new sucker work and ruffle his hair as a thank you. A hard dick slaps my cheek. The partner wants to be in my mouth. I open and take the thick cock, dripping pre-cum. Another man comes over to stroke to the three of us. The guy in my mouth is letting me take charge—I am rather glad he is not trying to fuck my throat, given the girth. The guy in my mouth tells Jerry to lick my balls. He does—and strokes the wet shaft with a light touch. “You should try this dick,” says Jerry, coming up for air. They switch places. The new guy is a decent cocksucker—but nothing special. Jerry unzips and lets me take his rather small dick in my mouth. He groans and then chats to his partner about my cock. The guy sucking me stops, holding me around the base of the shaft. “You want this up your ass, don’t you?” He waves my cock at Jerry. “Can I?” He asks his partner. “Do you fuck?” asks the man on the floor. I tell him I do. Jerry is a flutter. He pulls out of my mouth and steps out of his walking shorts and designer underwear. He leaves his retro Hawaiian shirt on but open. I stand up. Jerry’s partner stands up and ditches his cutoffs, too. Jerry bends and I go to my knees to rim. Jerry sighs and takes his partner’s dick in his mouth. I don’t linger long licking his ass. He’s obviously come to the bookstore ready for this very thing. I stand up. “You want this raw?” I get a “Yes,” from Jerry and a “You can breed him,” from his partner. I go in slowly. I’m big enough that Jerry has to stop sucking and concentrate. He relaxes. I feel him open—and I slide all the way in. Surprisingly, the man who was stroking to us, goes to his knees. Jerry’s partner shares his cock with him. He goes back and forth between the two mouths. He gives Jerry more of it—really wanting to see his partner take both our dicks at the same time. And suddenly Jerry starts to cum—letting it splat on the floor. He is shooting with each stroke I give him. This causes his partner to explode in Jerry’s mouth. And then pull out and give two last spurts all over Jerry’s face. The other guy on his knees cleans the spent cock as Jerry stands up and pulls off me. They both tell me thank you as they wipe down and struggle back into their clothes. The other sucker leaves first. The couple go out—still chatting. I wash up and piss. I go to the gay theatre—no one. I go back to the straight one. The men have vanished. I wait. No one is around It was a great 15 minutes---and nothing else happens the rest of the night. The orignal post, with comments, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/a-brief-bookstore-bang.html

I love using the Collins speculum on men who love to be stretched. The slow crank to open is hot for both the top and the bottom. The way it opens allows me to still insert my dick into his ass with it in place. Cool metal to the sides and hot flesh above and below make for a great fuck.

I'm up for the challenge!!

Yeah...I actually do...

Very hot. If you want to continue this conversation, as we aren't too far apart, message me.

Thank you, I'm glad you liked this post.

Good fisting, for sure. But there is a lot of toy play you can do to help it along--esp the rosebud pump.

Excellent! We need more full budded roses!

He is such a hot man...and that rosebud!! Thanks for commenting!

It would be my pleasure...and to write about it!

Near Home—June, 2021 I was just about to start a mini contract—but one that would allow me no time for play at all. I wanted to take a few hours for myself—to empty my balls. It was a Saturday night. But I could not find a man to fuck online. On any site. So off I went to the bookstore… It looks pretty dismal here, too. The parking lot is fairly full, but the men must all be in the arcade. In the straight theatre, there are two guys. Both are sitting very close to the screen—which translates to “leave me alone.” I sit and watch for a bit—but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold. Through the low grating in the common wall between the theatres, I hear a chair scrape next door. I go to the gay side. One man is sitting and stroking. He is seated along the side wall, enjoying the decent bareback flick. I sit at the back and haul out my dick. The other man, a bearish daddy type, with a fairly full beard, nods to me—in a ‘welcome’ sort of way, not a ‘let me suck your dick’ kind of way. We stroke to the movie. We both seem to enjoy the talk that leads up to well photographed breeding—where, eventually, far more cum is pushed out of the bottom’s hole, than spattered around it. The door opens. Two men come in. One stands at the back and leaves quickly. The other finds a seat on the opposite wall to the Bear. He sits, opens his cut-offs and pulls out a long, thin hooded dick. We all sit and watch the movie, stroking happily and occasionally eyeing one of the other two. The door opens. A thin kid comes in—African American, just below medium height. He is wearing skinny jeans and a tee with the local university’s logo on it. His hair is cropped close to his skull. His handsome features smile as he sees our three white dicks being stroked. Without any talking or nods or sign language he walks to the long, thin dicked guy. He kneels in front of the spread legs, pushes the man’s hands off his dick and takes him deep into his throat. The guy gives a contented sigh to what is obviously an expert blow job. He lets the kid do all the work—and is shooting in no time. The sucker cleans every drop off him—so well that the guy takes out a fast food napkin to wipe himself up and puts it away unused. He pats the kid on the shoulder, zips up and leaves. The kid literally crawls across the floor to the big bear. The cock here is the exact opposite. A true beer can, not very long, but very thick. And cut, as far as I can tell. The Bear has stopped stroking and points his dick at the kid as he crawls towards it. In one movement, the kid swallows him down. I think about going over to work the Bear’s tits, but there is no time. The Bear is already convulsing down the kid’s throat. He grabs the kid’s shoulders and won’t let go as he bucks into the kid’s over stretched mouth. The Bear pushes him off his cock, buttons up and leaves. The kid stays in a huddle on the floor. I wait. Eventually his head comes up and he turns to me. “Please, Sir….” It’s a low whisper. I stand up—my cock jutting out, hard and throbbing. “Come here.” My voice is almost as hushed, but still commanding. The kid crawls to me. He just gazes at my cock. His hands, instinctively, go behind his back. “Please use me…” he breathes. I step forward. I slap my cock on his right cheek. And again on his left. “Open up.” He does. I push into him and let him do his work. He’s great. Great suction and even better tongue work. But if he thinks he’s going to get another load in 30 seconds, he doesn’t know me. He finally pulls off me, panting. I let him recover. Then I grab his chin and open his mouth for him. He ovals—and lets me fuck his face. After repeated strokes, I pull out. I notice his jeans are trying to tent with the tight fabric. “Lick my balls,” I tell him. I jerk my dick as his warm mouth is all over my hairy sack. I finally nod at him and he does his best to get me off at his own pace. He works really hard. He finally rocks back on his haunches—“What can I do to get you off…Sir?” I pause. Then. “Get naked.” “I can’t be fucked, Sir.” “Just do it.” He hurriedly stands and strips. He has a great natural body. And an incredible bubble butt. He kneels again. I let him suck. For a long time. I surprise him by kneeling myself in front of his kneeling form. My finger finds his tight pucker. I play around it, idly, as he pants. “I so want you in me, but I didn’t think that would happen here tonight,” he whispers in my ear. “Stand up and lean into my chair.” He does. Trembling a little. I turn, still on my knees, and bury my face in his ass. He may not have cleaned out—but he showered. I can taste the Dial soap. He whimpers as I tongue fuck him. His hand goes to his cock. I bat it away, stopping the rimming long enough to say, “Just enjoy it.” “Thank you, Sir.” I force myself to stop or I know I will want to fuck him. I turn his hips so he turns towards me. His hard, just above average, cock stares me in the face. I spit on it and pull him down so we are kneeling face to face again. “Kiss me. Taste your ass on my tongue.” His eyes widen. But he does it. And then groans as if I have fed him the most incredible delicacy. My finger finds his now wet hole. It pokes inside. Just. I break the kiss and bend him to suck my dick in this awkward way—but I want my finger in his pucker as he does it. He is moaning around my dick. I pull out of his mouth. Stand. He straightens up, still on his knees. My cock goes back into his mouth. I begin to drill into him. His hand goes to his cock—this time I let it happen. I am so fucking close. “You want my load?” I know the answer, but I want to hear him grunt out a “yes” without letting my cock out of his mouth. He makes some sort of affirmative sound. And I’m there. I fire volley after volley of hot seed into his throat—and then onto his tongue. He swallows it all. And licks me clean. It is only then that I see he has covered my boot with his own massive wad of cum… To see the original post follow the link: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/what-can-i-do-to-get-you-off.html

I remember this--and took advantage of it, too. I have also found bookstores very busy on Black Friday. Drop the wife at the mall for the sales and the men go get their rocks off... Maybe again by next year....

Thanks...I would love to re-enact it with you!

North of Home—June, 2021 I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home. I was headed up for the third time at the top of June. I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different. Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature. I packed accordingly… I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots. Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in. He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity. I point to the floor between my legs. He kneels between my scuffed boots. “Start with my balls.” He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered. He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery. Now I take my cock out. I slap his cheek with the head. It makes a hollow sound. I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone. Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me. I let him get me good and wet at his own speed. But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face. It feels great—and I can go deep. But I want to go deeper yet. “Sit on the bed.” I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him. He presents his wrists for the same treatment. “Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” He does it—in a smooth, graceful move. He opens his mouth expectantly. I straddle his head. I bend and lower my cock his mouth. And begin to fuck. Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge. I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath. Then five or six. Pause. And again. This time, when I pull out he is panting. I shove right back in and go the deepest yet. I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva. I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face. He pants. I grab the hogtie clip. I fasten his legs to it. “Take a hit,” I tell him. The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips. I press down drawing his extremities together. My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck. He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it. I throat fuck him one last time. As deep as I’ve been ever. Again, I pull up deep throat slime. This time I smear it on my cock. I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed. Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height. My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit. We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest. I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move. Even if he wanted to. And he doesn’t. He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole. I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him. Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together. I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass. * We are in the sling. I have eaten his well fucked ass. I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands. I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop. “You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans. It’s true. I am hosing his chute. It feels like a huge load. When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him. I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth. He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth. I swallow frantically. I am not going to waste a drop. When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick. “I have to piss,” he tells me. We trade places. He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling. And he’s good. Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack. Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue. My balls, my perineum, my ass crack. The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up. It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again… * Ross is back in the sling. My left hand is deep in his hole. I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers. This is an old trick with him…but one he loves. I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole. I jerk myself inside him. I switch hands—and add my cock again. “Double me. Please…” I re-grease. Both hands. I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him. I do it again. Left. Add the right. A slight turn. Hold and get them out. I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out. “I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies. We switch back to the bed. I fuck him on all fours. I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out. I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth. He has incredible control. He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. I stop stroking my cock. His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss. It’s too much. I stand up. My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud. It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process. I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot. I stand frozen and not moving. I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me. Finally, I kneel. I whimper as he pushes out one last time. His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum. I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh… The original post, with pictures of the restraints, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/hogtieing-ross.html

I wish threads like this were mandatory reading for chasers....

Indianapolis—May, 2021 This was my final play in a very busy May. Keshawn had made the trip to my playroom three times—once in the old house and twice in the new. I had loved going south to his birthday party, but I owed him a fuck on his own turf. I had tried once in the winter to head south and icy roads had sent me home after only a handful of miles. But now there was no problem to take the sling to him. So I did… I find his place easily. He meets me at the door and takes the sling bag, so I go back to the car for the poles. I go up one flight. He has cleared a spot in his living room. I set it up as he works to stream some porn on his mammoth television screen. It takes me no longer than 10 minutes to get the sling up and the carpet protected. I strip. He hits play and does the same. We are standing by the couch in his sparsely, but nicely, furnished living room. He kneels, pulls aside the jock pouch and takes my thickening cock into his mouth. He gives me wonderful head. My cock easily extends to its full size and goes down his throat. He pulls off and looks at it, holding me by the balls. He spits on the head and takes me down his throat again. To the root. Keshawn tells me to sit on the couch. I do and spread my legs wide. He crawls between them—this time hefting my cock out of the way and attacking my balls with that thick, velvety tongue. I sigh and close my eyes. He is doing everything I love with my nuts: one at a time in his mouth; more licking than sucking; caressing them with his tongue—knowing they will soon be giving him a load. He finally goes back to my dick, leaving my balls sopping wet. He stands up—presenting me with his extra large dick. I take the head in my mouth and get maybe halfway down his shaft before I choke. I try again—and do better. His cock head is drooling, so I spend more time there, licking up the seed and swallowing. “I need to eat your ass.” I get up. Keshawen turns and kneels on the seat of the couch, his arms on the back of it. It presents that full butt to me in perfect dining mode. I dig in. My tongue burrowing deep. I spit. I drill into him. I spit again. And again. I stand up and my cockhead brushes his now tingling hole. But the angle is terrible—he’s too low for my long legs. We move around to the other side of the couch, where he can stand and lean on the back. I now really look at the porn for the first time. Jake Morgan is getting plowed on a couch by a horde of men. I sink into the man in front of me. Slowly and steadily, until I am balls deep. “OOOOh, yeah!” Keshawn pants out as I slide into him. He grabs his poppers, does a hit and gives me a nod to start plowing. I do. I build fast to a hard driving fuck. The sound of my hips slapping against his full ass drown out the grunts and groans from the porn. I look across him at the screen again. The camera pans from Jake on his back getting plowed to Clay Towers on all fours at the other end of the couch with just as many men waiting to go up him. I grin. I have had the pleasure of fucking both bottoms in this video. I love porn with men I have actually had have sex. I mention this to Keshawn. He tells me that Ray Dalton, who is currently up Jake’s smoldering hot ass, has had his (Keshawn’s) ass at the bathhouse here in Indy. I laugh and redouble my efforts… * We switch to the sling. I kneel and eat him out again. God, I love eating a fucked ass. His always smooth hole is now creamy—from what I have been dripping out of my cock and the ass jizz he is producing. I lick him out, stand and fuck. When I pull out, I bring it to his mouth. He makes the sexiest sounds possible as he slobbers over it, getting every drop off of me. I go back to his ass and fuck some more. I take a huge slug of water and keep some of the cool liquid in my mouth. I kneel and spit some of it on his hole. I take another swig and do it again—this time forcing some into him with my tongue. He moans lightly and tells me it feels wonderful. I hear the poppers open and close. As the waves hit him, I stand up and fuck him. Slowly and deliberately. Doing some knees bends to make sure my strokes are hitting his prostate. Every. Time. I get him out of the sling to stretch his legs. After some soda, he sucks my cock again. Kneeling and moaning about how wet and good it is now. I grab the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. The guys on screen are beginning to take loads. Keshawn climbs back into the sling, expectantly. “Load me. Please.” He strokes his own cock back to full erection. I glide into him. I let him popper up before I begin to fuck. Hard. Fast. Solid smacks of damp bodies against each other. Now he simply lets his cock flop with the thrusts I am giving him. My eyes drift to the screen. There are two back to back huge loads shot. I can feel my balls tighten. Keshawn is back to stroking his oversized dick. Suddenly it goes off. Jizz is flying all over him, the very white drops looking even hotter on his chocolate colored skin. His ass is contracting. There is no way I am not going to shoot, too…and suddenly I am. I grab the top bars of the sling. My body feels like it is pumping out more than usual deep inside Keshawn. I stay inside him. I want him to lick me clean—but there is no way I could stand it yet, with every nerve ending screaming at me. I look at the screen. Jake Morgan, cum covered is standing shakily to his feet. I take it as my sign to move and let Keshawn clean me up. He does. I mop up some of his jizz and cover my cock with it. He licks that up, too. I lean back and my finger can find his dripping hole. I get some of that on my fingers, too, and feed him… The original, and 1200+ other posts is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/loading-up-keshawn.html

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