FelchingPisser

Thanks. It was great group of men to play with--all devoted to piss and raw sex!

It was for me, too, even being on the delivery side of pain. I am too empathetic for my own good. But he got what he wanted.

My Playroom—August, 2024 It had been a long time. Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom. He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair. He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling. He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space. I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass. Jake sits on the bed. He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play. I step forward. He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch. He inhales deeply. I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth. Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue. I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so. The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock. He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls. They are left wet and dripping. One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass. He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench. I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker. It all but pulls me into him. I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil. Surprisingly, I don’t linger there. I want to fuck him. I stand up and slide in. He groans. I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors. His eyes are closed in concentration. I give him every inch. I hold—and begin to move. In and out. Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder. It relaxes. In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock. I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft. I grease it up with my cock still in him. I slip out and push the toy into place. Jake groans. I add my cock back in, with the toy above it. Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments. I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me. This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock. But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it. Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean. Jake’s eyes light up. He loves ass to mouth. He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh. I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it. I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth. The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more. We switch to the sling. I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep. I fuck him. Slow and leisurely. I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch. And again. I reach for the nearest toy. It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me. Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him. He takes every inch. He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body. I pull it out. I fully grease up left hand. With little effort I am inside him. All of it. I twist it out and do it again. I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft. He loves this, and takes it deep. I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg. I fist him once more. Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis. I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy. He loves the extra girth around my already large dick. He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me. I go thru the toy chest. The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me. Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft. I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper. I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling. It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed. It is made of a very hard material. And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it. He takes it easily. We break for water and tea. Jake gets back on the bench. I use most of the toys on him again. Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position. Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left. I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass. Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before. He puts his testicles inside. He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them. We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body. PIC I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down. The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it. I work them until I have it really tight on him. “Now hit it.” I do, with my fist. It’s not enough. “We need a mallet.” I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone. Pic It makes an ideal hammer. I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box. Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder. I do. Over and over. We finally stop and take off the crusher. We’ve been playing for over 2 hours. He gets back in the sling. I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop… The original post, with a lot of pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel) September 2, 2024 Jake wrote up his version of events. That is here: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Anal Ordinance Testing September 3, 2024

Near Home—August, 2024 After the long weekend of the piss party, I was quite content until the next Thursday. Of course, I took off to the bookstore. I was really enjoying the new space—and other men were getting more and more comfortable playing in it. It was also attracting new men. I arrived, right after lunch… I settle into what has become my favorite chair—where, with just the turn of my head, I can view either screen. I take out my dick. Almost instantly I get the nod from a college age Latino. He is new to me, good looking and wearing a ball cap. He gets up, kneels between my spread legs, reverses his hat so the brim is out of the way and gives me expert head. He makes delicious sounding moans as he takes me deep into his throat. He only stops when he shoots his load—and I didn’t even know he was stroking. He gets up and leaves for the restroom. I stroke, using his viscid saliva. The door keeps opening and closing. Half a dozen men now populate the room. The oldest comes over to me. Without any words, he sinks to his knees and sucks my wet dick. He is good, too. When he comes up for air, he looks at me and says “I loved when you fed me piss last time. Got any?” I now place him as one of the two men I fed piss to that day at the bookstore which has more of a playroom. I tell him I will drink up. I take a long draw from my water bottle. More arrivals. I recognize two of the four. One is the Construction Worker, working on the local Interstate. The other is a young man with glasses, who I met the night we both covered the breasts of a petite girl with our cum while her boyfriend videoed it. The young man comes in right behind the Construction Worker and sits next to me. He grins. We have played quite often after that; lots of mutual oral, some ass eating from me and he has taken the head of my cock in his ass a few times—but it is always too much. He opens his fly. The Construction Worker has his cock out and has a helping hand on it from a younger man with a shaved head. Almost instantly, CW stands up and fires off a load, coating the floor. And off he goes, stuffing his still dripping cock into his pants. I ask Young Guy with Glasses if I can suck him. He nods eagerly, before stepping out of his shorts, so he is naked from the waist down. I kneel and take him in my mouth. He loves it—a little too much. His hands keep stopping me or gesturing to slow down, so he doesn’t shoot. I follow his instructions. On one of my breaks, I look up. Next to the YMWG, is a very handsome man who looks vaguely familiar. He is stroking his cock, watching us and not the movie. I take YMWG into my mouth once more. In 30 seconds of my tongue work, he stops me again. He wriggles out of his seat and goes to his knees. He leans over and sucks the handsome man. YMWG’s ass is exposed and right in front of me. I lean in and begin eating it. Ever helpful, the handsome man reaches down and spreads his cheeks for me. My tongue sinks deeper into him. I hear the groan around the cock in his mouth. “Fuck him with that big dick.” “Can I?” I whisper YMWG bops his head in agreement, never taking the nice sized cock out of his mouth. I wet his hole with my tongue a little more, lube up, and push in, very slowly. He groans. He stops work on the dick in front of him. He wills his ass to open. But I’m just too much—and he’s too excited. He squirms off me, sits back in his chair. He is shooting his load into the palm of the hand that is not wrapped around his cock. He lets me lick his fingers clean before he takes off. “It’s good to see you again,” says the handsome man. “I still have that video of your huge cock going into my girl.” I smile. Of course. I should have known him, but it has been a year and half. I sit in the vacated seat next to him. Instantly, his hand is around my cock. “I’m so horny for dick, today,” he whispers. He gets on his knees and sucks my cock. He’s not bad. I wonder how much he gets to do this… I drink from my water bottle. The handsome guy takes a break. The older man is eager to give me head again. “Let him suck you,” the handsome guy whispers in my ear.” I nod to the old man. He sucks. I stand up and begin fucking his throat. This really turns both men on—the recipient and the onlooker. “I have that piss you wanted,” I snarl out. I stop thrusting and feed the older man. He happily gurgles it all down. He takes a break, to savor it. “That was hot,” says the handsome man. I wonder if he will suck me again after that. He does. Breathlessly. He even stops stroking himself and concentrates on the suck. He pulls off me. “I never do this—but I’m so damn horny. Will you fuck me?” “If that’s what you want.” He stands up and steps out of his trousers. The designer underwear gets tossed on the chair, too. He bends, holding on to the arms of the chair, presenting me with a nicely shaped, smooth ass—but for the crack. I eat him out. He groans. He’s not as tight as I expect, leading me to think ‘I never do this’ is a line that makes him feel better. I get his hole very wet. He’s panting now. “Just fuck me,” he moans, his voice filling the room. There are at least six men in the room who watch me stand up and slap my wet, lubed dick on his butt. “You want this raw cock,” I ask, giving him a chance to change his mind. “Fuck me hard.” I push in. He winces and groans, but doesn’t say anything. I fuck, slowly and steadily. “You are so fucking big,” he moans. “I don’t know how…she took it…” This makes me fuck him harder. I even slap his ass. It makes his hole spasm and squeeze my dick. “Use my ass…” I fuck harder still and finally pull out. I excuse myself to go wash. It seems like he really didn’t plan this… When I come back, he takes me in his mouth again. Eventually we sit. He pulls out his phone. “I still have you on here.” He shows me the video of me inching into his petite girl friend. And the video the YMWG and I spraying our loads on her chest. “I wish you had really fucked her.” “You wouldn’t let me fuck her,” I remind him. “She just tried me on for size.” “You should have filled her with your cum…” “I wish…” He now shows me dozens of pics and videos of this same girl taking multiple loads so he can eat them out of her. Or fuck in them. Or both. There is another young woman in his stable, too. The two women know each other. I see pictures of them each taking men, then sharing the loads with each other, sometimes the loads are splashed on them, sometimes they end up deep inside. It’s hot. It is not just big talk on his part. He lives it and loves it. During his picture scrolling, a handsome young Black man with a very long beard, has sat down next to us. Shaved Head, who has been stroking to our sex is now sucking the new man’s big cock. The man with the beard strips off his shirt, revealing a thick hairy chest. I have seen more than enough videos of him feasting on cum. I get him to suck my cock again. Shaved Head works hard, but can’t get the load he wants, so he takes a break. My handsome, now very Bi man, moves from my cock to suck the thick cock of the Bearded Man. His still naked ass is pointed right where Shaved Head is sitting. SH begins to play with the hole in front of him, fingering him. I think for a long minute the Bi Guy is going to get another cock in his butt. I reach over and play with the Bearded Man’s hairy chest and pronounced nipples. Shaved Head decides not to go up the naked ass. At the same time, the handsome man sits back down. “Let me see that white dick,” says the bearded man. I stand up and show him. “Now that’s a piece of meat. Do you fuck?” I tell him I do. I really see his dick for the first time. It’s my length—but his thickness is massive. “I’m not prepared to get fucked today, do you come here often?” I tell him I do, and that I’d love to fuck him another time. “Maybe you’d spray your load on my chest.” I tell him I am not very close—but I know a way to get there. I go to my knees in front of him. I begin to lick his massive balls. There is no way I can take his thickness in my mouth—I wonder how my new Bi friend managed without scraping him up. But I am all about his sweaty, hairy, balls on this hot August day. I lick and savor his sweat. He jerks harder, moaning. Behind me, I can see Shaved Head get on his knees and begin to suck Bi-Guy, who is scrolling through his phone again, looking at the young woman taking loads for him. His cock must be dripping… “Daddy, lick my balls. I love that…” I go under them. Several inches down his perineum. He scootches down to give me access. I hover around his hole for a moment. His breathing changes. I poke my tongue into his ruined pucker. He plays with big toys—or has a boyfriend as thick as he is. My tongue fucks him and he strokes himself wildly. I finally tear myself away from his ass and work back up. The amount of kinky, tightly curled black hair on his taint is remarkable. I lick through this forest. Oh, fuck…I stand up and coat his chest with my cum. He is at first surprised. But mops up the first splatter to use on his cock. He beats relentlessly, as I cover his ebony chest with my white hot jizz… The original is here : From My Side of the Sling: "Put It In My Ass!" August 29, 2024

And so was he...thanks!

Chicago—August, 2024 After a busy first half of my summer, I made time to get back to the monthly piss party in Chicago. I sent a text to Tall Guy With Tats to see if he was going. He was looking forward to it. He reminded me it was the Saturday of Market Days in Chicago. We didn’t know if that would help or hurt attendance. A lot of gay men are in town—but more in Boy’s Town, a good deal south from where we play. I drove in early, leaving time for traffic. A good thing I did—as it was an excruciating slowdown on all the surrounding expressways. But I made it in—and even found a free parking spot. I sat in the quiet of my car and began to hydrate in earnest. I never dare to drink too much water or tea on the way in—and if I had needed to piss like a race horse in the traffic I’d just endured, it would have been agony. My alarm went off and I went into the bar… I pay, sign my name and go in. There are just a few of us here at the start time. I strip down to the boots I save for this event and the current stained jock that is really beginning to show wear and tear. I have brought in my now empty water bottle. I fill it from the huge thermos at the bar. There are now maybe a dozen men in various fetish gear or stark naked but for something on their feet. We sip and chat. In another fifteen minutes time, the crowd has doubled. Tall Guy With Tats appears. We hug. And finally someone sucks my cock. It is a very social group; the two of us are the only ones having sex. When he comes up for air, I have him bend over and I give him a deep ass licking. I want to shoot some piss on his hole, but my bladder is not nearly as full as it should be at this point. We chat and sip. I spot the couple I met here and who now divide their time between Chicago and Palm Springs. I go over and we chat—well, the top and I chat as his bear of a boyfriend is on his knees sucking my cock. I finally manage to give him a splash of piss down his throat. He groans as if it is most delicious nectar he’s ever had. We kiss and share… The crowd has grown to around 40 people in the room. All talking and drinking. I have seen one other man on his knees sucking a cock. Usually, I am being sucked constantly by this point in the proceedings, but not today. I go find Tall Guy With Tats. He is sitting alone behind the screens, chugging a beer. I get him on his knees and eat out his ass again. He moans. A few guys come over to watch as they sip their drinks. I lube up and enter him. He moans. Men begin to stiffen up around us as they watch us fuck. A hot, built man in his early 40’s, with a beautiful bubble butt and a bigger than average dick, appears. “You want some piss on him?” “Please,” I tell him, “Aim right for my dick so I can fuck it into him.” He grins, aims and the pale yellow liquid begins to flow. He has a tank full and gives us every drop. The sound of the fucking changes dramatically. It is now an incredibly wet fuck. At some point I pull out and go to my knees. I lick up some of the guy’s piss and spit into TGWT’s hole. I stand up and fuck him once more… * And for the first hour, we are the only men fucking. There are now a few men sucking—but it’s still a very dry piss party. My first full bladder is saved for TGWT. I find him chatting. He knows what I want. He leans on the bench, arching his ass at me. I hose down his crack with just a quick spurt. I lick it up. I stand and do it again. And again. Finally giving him every drop. Only then do I fuck some of it into him. A hot daddy moves in and holds TGWT as I plow into his wet ass. For what ever reason, there is no sling set up tonight. We both really miss it. He loves to have guys piss on his chest as we fuck. I love to have guys piss his ass as I’m rimming. But not today. TGWT is actually not in a great mood. He decides to leave early. I have fortunately tanked up. I am not about to give him my cum load this early, but I can at least send him home with a bladder full of piss. He bends over. I fuck him a little, stop dead in my pumping, still deep inside him. I close my eyes and begin to piss. It goes on and on. He moans as he feels the weight of it deep in his guts. I fuck a little more, but I don’t want to slosh it all out. He thanks me and takes off. I do some mutual oral with my Palm Springs friends. A little later I find them again. The top is fucking a bear while his partner is on his knees, licking the fuckee’s balls. Soon I am the one being licked. Then I’m encouraged to fuck the guy when the top pulls out of him. I do. And suddenly, like a switch, the whole room ignites. Sex, of one type or another is happening everywhere. Finally. * A thickly built top I recognize from here is fucking a thickly built bottom (who I don’t know) from behind. I watch and stroke. “Piss on us?” asks the top. I do. It covers the bottom’s back. He arches slightly so it sluices down to cover the top’s cock. They both love this. “Take a turn,” the top pants. I slide into the guy. I am literally twice as big at the man who was in him before. He gasps. And takes it. The other top takes a long swig from his cup. And begins to piss on us—mostly on the bottom’s back so I can have it all over my dick. It feels great. I wear the bottom out fast. He begs off. A young Asian man is right there. “Let me suck your cock, so I can taste his ass….” I happily let him. He takes me to the root effortlessly. Only choking when me makes himself—so he can cover my cock with deep throat spittle. He has excellent skills and I tell him so. I let him suck me until his knees can’t take the damp concrete. Early on, a man who had attended my watersports class at CLAW several years ago, had introduced me to some friends of his. The couple intrigued me. One partner was in his early 50’s and other was maybe 30. I see them again now. They are getting fucked, side by side, by two different men. I go over. Up the younger man is the same thick set top who had just shared ass with me. Our eyes meet. “You need to fuck this kid, too.” He pulls out. The young man turns to see who is going up his ass next. He smiles and nods. I shoot some piss on his ass and then go down to eat him out. His ass lips are wonderfully puffy. It’s a treat to suck them. I finally make myself stand up and fuck. “Look at you…” his partner says. The top up the older man has pulled out. His full attention is on me fucking his young man. “That’s a super big dick you’re taking.” “Feels so good,” the guy I’m inside croons. “You need to feel it.” “Too big for me.” “Naw—you can take it,” chimes in the top who was just inside him. “Try it, Daddy,” my young one pleads. I pull out. I spit on my cock and go into the older man. I have no issue at all getting into him. He groans and hangs onto his boy. I fuck him a little more roughly. I can tell from the feel of his ass he likes big dick or big toys or both. Finally, I slow down. I pull out—and go right back up the young one. They love this. They grasp hands again and hold onto each other. I fuck and fuck... I pull out and coat the young one’s ass with piss once more, before I wander off. The young Asian is right back at me. “Let me taste your dick.” I sit on the ledge and he savors the juices of the two asses on my cock. “Will you fuck me, too?” This is a surprise but I agree. He sits on my cock. He rides me hard. I keep hoping for someone to piss on us, but no one is around. The young Asian finally pulls off me. He cleans me up with his mouth and thanks me profusely… * I piss on the one man brave enough to get in the inflatable pool. I wander. I chug my water. Things are winding down. The couple I’d just fucked are still by the bar. They are talking with the man I’d taught at CLAW. “I think I’m going home,” I tell them. I turn to the older man, “May I breed your boy?” “Please,” he grins. “Fuck, yes! Give me your load!” The young one juts his ass out. I go to my knees. My tongue goes into his wet hole. I lick and spit. I stand up and piss his crack, making it still wetter. I shove my cock in—the last of the spurting piss goes deep into his ass. He gasps. “Piss fuck me!” It will take no time now. I love how eager they both are for me to breed him. “I want to feel your cum in him,” the older man says, egging me on. In moments, I give off that quick spurt of cum I can now seem to do with very little feeling. I groan and pull out. I go to my knees and taste it. The mix of piss and cum running out of his used hole sends me over the edge for the real orgasm. I stand up and plow into him, howling out my pleasure… When I finally pull out, both men go their knees to clean my wet cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Market Days Piss Party August 26, 2024

I have played with a number of transmen. I even made porn with three of them. If a transman is taking his testosterone, he can't get pregnant. One of the guys I was filming with had stopped taking it for long enough he had become fertile again, so we couldn't do the interior cum shot the director hoped for. Which means you do have to talk to the guy. I think you can still be very respectful in how you broach the subject. Frame it that you are looking out for him.

It was certainly better than the average visit! But I seem to have good luck in getting the men playing.

With that hot ass, I hope you'd do more than watch!

Near Home—August, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him. I spit on his hole. Jamal spins around. His big cock is about to explode. He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out. My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt. He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening. I sit back on my haunches. I can’t make a move to get up. Jamal is panting. The big bear he is sitting next, who has been stroking to our session, reaches over to touch Jamal’s dick. It is still hard. Jamal lets him stroke it lightly. In moments, the man leans over and sucks it. Jamal seems to be ready to go again. (Oh, to be young and ever hard…) I finally manage to get up and sit in my seat, watching the Bear work on Jamal. The Talker, a white guy around my age who always wears a ballcap to hide his thinning hair, comes over. “Are you angry with me?” he whispers. “Why should I be?” “I’m the one who sucked your cock while he sat on your face.” “Angry? It was hot as fuck.” I move to my knees to thank him properly, taking his thick dick into my mouth. He sighs and lets me suck him. But I know he’ll never cum. As I suck, I keep tabs on Jamal. He has moved to sucking the Bear. Another pair of men who stroked to our rimming session are paired off and giving each other head. Two others are stroking to all the oral sex happening around them. The Talker thanks me, puts his cock away and goes out into the lobby to, well, talk to the cashier. I watch Jamal suck the Bear’s dick. Suddenly, he just gets up. He looks at none of us, grabs his shorts and just takes off to the bathroom—and out the door. I go over to the Bear. I have fucked him before. He leans forward and he sucks my cock. I play with his exposed hairy chest. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I didn’t prep for that—I had no idea two huge dicks would be here today.” I let him suck and jerk himself. Suddenly, he shoots all over his thick, hairy stomach. I bend over and lick up the last drop of cum oozing from his dick. He cleans up and leaves. I sit. I watch the two men who are exchanging blow jobs. In moments, the currently seated guy groans out his orgasm. The guy sucking takes it all in his mouth. I see him swallow. The act of swallowing jizz sets off his own orgasm. He shoots between the sandals of the guy who gave him his load. They leave together, after a joint stop in the restroom. I eye the two men still stroking. One I know from here. He used to love to stand in the corner behind the door of the gay cinema and give me his load after he had jerked for hours. I nod to him. In answer, he spreads his legs invitingly. I go over. He is white, likely pushing 50 and dressed like he is on a long lunch from his office. I kneel and suck his thick dick into my mouth. This seems to be the day for thicker cocks. I work carefully on him to make sure I don’t scrape him with my teeth. He moans and rubs my head. “It’s been forever since you did me…” he mumbles. He opens his poppers. I know this is his cue to get off. He inhales. Almost instantly, his cock head swells. Cum begins pouring out of his cock. It doesn’t shoot, but doesn’t dribble, either. It pours onto my tongue and down my throat. It is hot enough, this massive load filling my mouth, I stop touching my own dick. I lick every drop off his cock before I let him stand up. The other stroker, a bald white man over 60, has been watching it all. He has, what else, but a longer, thick cock. I am still on my knees, catching my breath. He walks over, this hardon swinging. “Suck me.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. And I am on such a cum/endorphine high, I would be sucking anyone who wanted it. He pushes into my mouth. He is in charge. I just provide the receptacle. He fucks into me, holding me by the ears. Normally, I worm away from this kind of face fuck, but not today. It’s hot. I only worry it will take me over the edge before he shoots. Suddenly he stops pumping into my face. I begin working with my tongue. It’s everywhere. On his shaft. All over his cock head. Burrowing into his juicy piss slit. “You fucker, you’re gonna make me shoot good.” He grabs the sides of my head again and pumps into me a couple of strokes. Instantly, his cock begins firing off a load. I swallow rapidly to keep up. And my own cock gives it up. All over the floor. I’ve had so much hot stimulation today. I grunt and shoot and swallow all at the same time. He lets me clean him up, before he’s out the door, letting it bang shut. I am alone. Every man, but the Talker, of this bigger afternoon crowd, has gotten off today. I look down. The pool of my semen on the floor is quite large. I watch the last drop ooze out of my dick and land in the middle of it… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Jerking Crowd Shows Its Appreciation...(Part Two) August 24, 2024

Near Home—August, 2024 I saw Keith on a Monday. He left me in a very happy, satiated state of mind. But, of course, that changed by Thursday. I needed to be on the prowl again. I went to the remodeled, all-in-one-room theatre at my local bookstore… I go through the door, closing it firmly behind me. There are men sprinkled around the room. Maybe eight. I don’t bother to count until I sit. I find there is a man in the shadowy corner, too, so I am the tenth man here this afternoon. One man is openly stroking to the straight porn. Others are either kneading their crotches or adjust themselves occasionally. I unzip. My cock stands up at the mere thought of some play. I stroke. Mostly to the straight porn, but I keep turning and checking the gay video as well. It keeps my attention until condoms magically appear as they begin to fuck. As I turn back, an older man (white, over 65 and rather paunchy) has moved next to my chair. I nod to him. He nods back, with his eyes focused on my cock. His fat fingers squeeze his own bulge, before reaching for mine. His fingers encircle me and he begins to jerk. He is not squeezing too tightly. It’s actually rather pleasant. It feels even better when he spits into his hand. It now glides over my cock. “You like that?” he whispers. “Sure.” He continues. He never changes speed or the motion. It becomes a little boring as he works it…and works it…and… The door opens. Jamal, the hot young man who’d fucked Braydon and had sat on my face in this very room, walks in. He smiles as he sees me. He comes over and sits on my other side. The old man lets go. He wanders off to the restroom to wash my precum off his hand. Jamal gets up and pulls me up. He playfully drags me to the more secluded corner by the gay screen. “I want you to rim me again.” I smile. I can’t believe my good fortune. And I love that he brought it up. He stands and slips off his shorts and his boxer briefs. His thick, black snake of a cock is beginning to swell with blood, just from being exposed to the air—and everyone’s eyes. He sits. I go to the floor. I begin by licking his big balls as he jerks himself to full hardness. I love the kinky hair covering them that holds every drop of my saliva—so I have to go back and lick it up again. I lift them and my tongue finds the top of his perineum. He scootches forward slightly on the seat. I lick up and down it, deliberately not touching his tight pucker. My tongue traces up from his crack to over his balls. He lets go of his thick cock and lets me lick the underside. I reposition, raising myself a little, so I can suck him. I oval my mouth and take the first half of his cock deep into my throat. He groans. I hear men open their flies and begin to jerk. I can fit almost all his cock in my mouth and throat. The last inch remains untouched. But sucking his cock is not what he asked me to do. I move, getting off my knees and sit on my ass. I slide my long legs under the chair. Jamal rolls back in the seat, exposing more of his full ass cheeks. He pulls them apart—giving me easy access to his hole. My tongue connects with the target. He groans. He lets go of one side of his ass so he can stroke his cock. I burrow in, relishing the tight curls of hair that ring his hole. I keep prodding his pucker. And it’s opening, slightly, with each thrust. Jamal is whimpering. He’s lost in sensation. I push once more, my tongue hard and pointed, and I go into him. He groans and his stroking gets faster. I spit and keep prodding him. But it’s still an awkward position. The chair is low enough that I have to be quite hunched over. I can’t sustain it for as long as I want to. I stand up. The look on his face is priceless. He thinks I’m stopping. I sit in the chair next to him. “Sit on my face like you did before.” He is up, straddling me, facing out. His feet step up onto the arms of the chair. I tilt my head back so it rests on the back of the chair. He lowers his full ass onto my upturned face. It’s perfect. My tongue finds its way into his now slightly open hole. He groans. And begins jerking in earnest. He can cover me with his jizz if he wants to—I am in clothes I don’t care about at all. My tongue goes from his hole to up and down his hairy crack and back into his hole. His ass lips are becoming slightly puffy—just as if I were fucking him with my dick. I suck first one and then the other into my mouth. Massaging them with my tongue. Over and over and he moans and jerks. I feel a hand replace my hand on my dick. It’s not the guy from before. I have no idea who it might be. He strokes me for a bit. Now his mouth replaces his hand. I groan into the butt I’m eating. This is fucking perfect—getting really good head as I am eating this glorious wet ass. Jamal squirms on my face. He is actually moving so that my tongue can work deeper into him. But it can’t last. His legs tire. Jamal stands on the arm rests and then onto the seat of the empty chair next to us. The guy blowing me is back in his own chair before I can see which man it was. Both of us are breathing hard. But I want more. I pull the chair our of the corner. “Stand against the wall,” I tell Jamal in a hushed voice. He does. “And bend.” He seems confused. I pull his ass towards me, making him arch his back as supports himself against the cinder block. “Arch that back like you make your bottoms do before you fuck them,” I whisper in his ear. He whimpers. But he likes to please Daddy. He stands, his ass jutting out. Breathless. And vulnerable. I slap my cock on his upturned butt. He gasps. I go quickly to my knees and bury my face in his wet ass crack. His hole is gaping. Not a lot, but enough for me to tongue fuck it with ease. Jamal groans again and starts to madly stroke his dick. I have so much more control like this. It is the perfect position for me to really tongue-ravage his hole. I force myself to stop stroking myself and hold his cheeks apart with both hands. I go deeper yet. He squirms and moans. My repeated tongue assault is making him whimper again. “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him. I spit on his hole. Jamal spins around. His big cock is about to explode. He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out. My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt. He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening… The onlookers in the room are galvanized into action...but that’s part II… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jamal Craves my Tongue Once More (Part One) August 22, 2024

My Playroom—August, 2024 Keith couldn’t stop thinking about the play party he hosted at his house in July. (It was so much fun, I wrote it up in two parts,.) He wanted to come back to the playroom. I cleared a spot for him on my calendar. He arrived, right on time. I was already naked but for jock and boots, with my robe thrown over it all. He stripped down in the playroom, folding his clothes neatly until he was naked but for athletic socks, as the concrete floor was cool. We chatted about this and that, but the most intriguing thing he said was that he wanted to experiment a little. “I don’t know what—I’ll leave that up to you…” I nodded and assured him that if I did anything he didn’t like he simply had to tell me and I’d stop… “Let me suck that beautiful cock.” Keith indicates the bed. I sprawl on it, legs splayed. Keith is one of the most handsome men in my current stable. He is fit, with Hollywood good looks which he knows how to maintain, now in his 50’s. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his mouth. Fuck, he’s good. He sucks and licks, his eyes shining. He is truly worshipping my dick. And he remembers my balls, licking them first and then sucking them individually into his mouth. Back and forth as I jerk my cock and begin to breathe more heavily. His tongue flirts with my perineum too, but does not go lower. Not yet. But it makes me want to lick his ass. A lot. I tell him to get on the fuck bench. I love just seeing his ass spread before me. I kneel and start working him over with my tongue. He groans as he finds the mirror on the side wall—where he can see me attacking his ass. “Looks as hot as it feels…” he murmurs. My hands stop lubing my cock and I spread his butt cheeks to get even deeper into him. I stand up. Keith pants as my wet cock head finds his hole. The thick head pushes in. He groans and relaxes his ass muscles. I slide in. To the hilt. I wait a moment before I begin a slow fuck. “Use my ass!” I speed up the drilling. Keith is panting, his eyes riveted to the mirror, watching me dick him down. I abruptly stop. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I already know he loves the taste of his ass on my dick. But today, I do it constantly. Some fucking. Clean it up. Some more fucking. Clean me! Now a true pounding before I tell him to lick my dick once more. His eyes are shining again. I’m on the right track… We move to the sling. I eat his used hole. I fuck Keith as hard as possible. His eyes are mostly on the mirror above us, but sometimes he closes them, concentrating on the feelings deep in his hole. I tell him to use his poppers. I fuck him hard again. I stop. I go to the side and remove a wrist restraint, where it has been swinging from the chains above his head. I put one on. The other. His eyes are big, but game. I clip them above his head. “No poppers now.” I eat his hole and fuck him. Long and slow, but building up to hard and fast. He moans. He moans even harder as I cum to the side of the sling and have him clean me up once again, his wrists pulling at the restraints. I unclip him and get him out of the sling. I undo the bottom of the sling from the two chains. It hangs at the front of the frame. I take his arms and clip then to a carabineer that hangs under the mirror. His arms are out stretched towards the ceiling, his back is bent, his ass arched towards me. I eat his wet hole. I spit noisily into him. I stand up and plow into his just-beginning-to-gape ass… * The sling is restored to its normal position and I am eating his hole after the blistering, standing/hanging fuck. I stand up. I slap my cock on his balls. And piss. Not a lot, but enough to cover them. I direct more of my flow onto his puffy ass lips. Keith moans. He knows, I think, what I’m going to do. I kneel and lick him clean. I want to kiss him. But I don’t. Yet. I fuck in his still wetter ass. My right hand plays with his nipples and hairy chest. It inches up. It encircles his throat. He nods. I tighten it slightly. Not for long. Then do it again. A little longer. His breathing, as I release, is rapid. Excited. His cock, semi-hard as I usually fuck, is erect and aching. Still buried in his ass, I can just bend and take him into my mouth, licking up his precum. Now I pull out of him and kiss him with his precum—and just a hint of the piss on my beard. Keith melts into sling. He makes a move to grab my head, forgetting that once more I had restrained his arms above his head. “Time for you to eat my ass.” I get him out of the sling, leaving the wrist restraints on for the rest of the play session. I get in, my legs on the chains, my ass ready for his experienced tongue. “I really need to piss. Should I go upstairs?” “Or there’s a laundry tub on the other side of the wall. Or you could piss on my ass crack before you eat me out…” The look on his face is wonderfully conflicted. He takes one step towards the door, stops, and comes back. He wills himself to piss. It’s a forceful stream. And well aimed. It sluices down my crack. And he can’t stop. It’s an endless piss. Totally clear. He directs some up to my balls, but mainly just keeps hosing down my crack. With no hesitation at all, the moment he runs dry, he kneels and buries himself in my overly wet ass. “Fuck,” he mumbles, sounding overwhelmed by how piss changes an ass eating. He can’t stop. And I don’t want him to. I stroke continually, as he rims and tongues me. I moan. I ask him to come up and kiss me. He does, bending across me. He’s rock hard now, his cock brushing my saliva laden ass. I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. I break the kiss and tell to stick his tongue back into me. He goes to his knees and repeats it all… * I fuck him, briefly, in the sling. Then I set up the rim chair and mat. I tell him to bend a moment on the fuck bench before I get under the seat. I stick the head of my dick between those swollen ass lips. I piss two spurts inside him. He gasps. I get under the rimseat and instruct him to sit. He does, the seat doing the work of spreading his cheeks for me. The piss is deeper than I thought, it does not immediately drip out onto my tongue. So instead, I keep jabbing it up into his tender chute. Finally, a trickle. I groan. More follows. A wonderful mix of piss and precum. It pours down my throat. Keith moans his approval. I eat him out. His cock must be hard again. I hear him stroking it to my tonguing. I finally tap his thighs. He stands. “Let’s reverse.” He gets under the seat. His cock is really only semi hard as he lays there. The moment I sit and his tongue goes into me, he is rock hard and drooling. I reach down and finger up some on his precum and taste it. I hit the poppers and check out for a moment, letting his tongue have his way with me. When I come back to reality, I get up and move to between his legs. I hoist them up and fuck him on the mat as he lays there. “This is where we need a third,” I tell him, “So you can eat his ass as I fuck and then we’d switch.” Keith moans, taking the brief, (and honestly rather awkward) fuck. I pull out and let him eat my ass a little longer. We go back to the sling. I fuck him. I know it’s getting late. He has a drive home. (and I think needs to get there before the boyfriend…) “You want my load?” “You know I do…” “Say it!” “Give me your big load, Sir.” He begins to pant. “I want to feel it drip out of me on the way home…” That does it. I fire deep inside him. I can’t stop. I hold onto the chains until I can breathe again. I help him out. “I don’t have to, but I’d kind of like to get off today.” “What can I do?” He indicates the bed. I lay down, legs spread, just as we started, but now my hard cock is losing its erection and drooling sperm. He lies on his back, resting on one of my thighs and has his face next to my jizz covered cock. He begins to clean me as he jerks. He fires off a huge load in no time…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Wants to Experiment August 20, 2024

Birds of a feather....and all that....

Jackson—August, 2024 While I had a lot of fun in the previous post, I didn’t get off. The next day was Saturday and I woke up with a very large, demanding, erection. I had liked the mix of men on Saturdays at the bookstore that had created a sexual playground of gloryholes and dark cubicles, with a medical exam table for public fucking. I packed my lunch, as always, and drove east to see what trouble I could get into… It's dark. It takes long seconds for my eyes to adjust. I stand right by the door and wait. Soon enough I can see men milling about it the shadowy light from all the television screens scattered around the walls of the main room. I sit, as usual, where I can see several—all showing a different type of porn. My cock is let out. It hardens up...and in moments I have a mouth on it. The man sucking me is the man who almost always is the first to get his mouth on me here. He is likely my age, with a head of grey hair, now cut so short I almost didn’t recognize him. But I sure recognize his tongue. He is an excellent cocksucker. And obviously loves it. He goes repeatedly from my shaft to my balls, remembering how much I love that. This time, as he comes up for air, he surprises me with: “My ass is available, too.” I tell him I’ve literally just walked in and not thinking about fucking quite yet and to look for me a little later. He goes off. I see him lead a man into a cubicle—and soon hear the moans of the new man in his mouth. I wander. I get some head in the small lounge from a much older man as another patron jerks off to us. I move on to the back room, the home of the medical exam table. A man is sitting, jerking to trans porn here. I unzip and feed him my cock. We are soon joined by a third, who goes to his knees and sucks the guy sucking me. My sucker is good. And generous. He takes me out of his mouth and tells the guy sucking him to try my dick. The third man does. Repeatedly. Going back and forth between the two hard cocks. The guy sitting there is not left alone for long. A fourth man feeds him his dick—and a load. The guy who started on the seated man, can’t get enough of cock. “Please give me your cum.” I tell I’m just warming up, and excuse myself. I wander. I end up at the slurp ramp. I watch a man being serviced there, his body flattened against the plywood wall, getting head from some anonymous man through the glory hole. In moments, he groans and his body shakes. I watch his ass clench and release as he fires his seed into the unknown man’s mouth. He notices me, and rather sheepishly, puts his cock away. He musters a smile and moves to the exit. I take his place. I like the idea of giving the cocksucker another dick so soon after his reward. But I don’t stay long—the guy is terrible, all teeth. I pull out, afraid of a nick on my glans. I wander. The guy who wanted my load back near the exam table is kneeling on a couch in the middle of the main room. He is using the back as support for his chest and sucking a guy who stands behind the sofa. I go stand next to the guy getting head. He grins at me and pushes the willing sucker over onto me. I let him suck me a bit, before pushing him back to the first man for another round. A bear of man also kneels on the sofa, to suck whoever is not getting sucked at the moment. I let him do me. A tall Black man stands to my side and whips out his dick. Now the three of us trade off on the two hungry mouths. I love the rotation and find it hot to watch, even when it’s not my turn in someone’s mouth. I wander back to where I started. A hot trucker type finds me there. He nods to me and kneels without really waiting for an invitation. He is hungry and loves to takes every millimeter of my length into his throat. He finally pulls off me. “You’ve got to fuck my ass with this thing.” Looking like he just stepped out of his big rig, I ask if he’s prepped for that. He assures me he is, as we walk to the exam table. “I want everyone to see me take this dick,” he murmurs as he undresses. He is hairy in all the right places. I show him how to raise the end of the table, to get his ass higher for my long legs. He gets up and I go to the floor to lick his hairy crack. “Eat me out,” he moans. When I finally come up to fuck, I notice we have an audience of one. A guy around my age and build is stroking to our action. I suggest he use the trucker’s mouth, but he stays where he is, relentlessly jerking. I slide into the trucker’s ass. He moans again, and tells me to fuck him. Hard. I start slowly, but build quite fast. Soon, I am rocking the table with my thrusts. I wonder if I am going to shoot. Things feel really good. But it’s the trucker who asks for a break. And my number. He’s hot enough I give it to him. He takes off, late for work. I go to my car and get lunch. My phone, which I always leave on the front seat, goes off. It’s the trucker. He has sent me a message. “I prefer to get fucked fully dressed as Synthia” he tells me. Another ding on my phone and there he is in full regalia. I answer rather neutrally. I thought he was hot as fuck as his butch self; his cross-dressing persona does nothing for me…but whatever works for him. I’m just not sure it will ever be my dick fucking around that pink thong. I finish my lunch and go back inside, to the chair where I started. The guy who stroked to us as I fucked the trucker finds me. “You suck cock, right?” he asks. I nod. He unzips and asks that I finish him off. He is so close to shooting it takes very little tongue work. It’s a big load from his very average dick and small balls. I sit there, enjoying the taste of his sweet cum. And it makes my hungry for more. A distinguished looking 50-something approaches me. “May I?” he asks, indicating my wet cock. I nod. He goes to his knees and sucks. He moans the entire time he works on my cock. He looks up, all smiles. “You must top, too, yes?” I nod. He gets up and takes me into the nearest cubicle, drawing the curtain shut. In a moment he is out of his dress pants and white shirt. (Why would anyone wear that to this place??) Then his boxers come off. He is naked but for dress socks. He leans on the bench, presenting me a nicely shaped ass. I go to my knees and rim him. He moans—loader now with no cock in his mouth. I hear the curtain rustle—certain that someone is now watching us. I lick and spit and get his ass good and wet. “Please fuck me hard.” A beat. “Sir.” I stand up. The ‘Sir’ makes me slap his wet ass crack with my very hard cock. He gasps. “You want me inside your ass?” “Yes, Sir.” “You like raw dick up there?” “Yes, Sir.” I stick my cock in him. He moans but takes me much more easily than I thought he might. I begin a slow fuck. “Use me anyway you want to.” He groans out, quickly adding “Sir.” I fuck him hard. I am building to a nice climax after all the play today. “I’m going to load your hole…” “Yes, Sir. Breed me,” he whimpers. “It’s all I’m good for…” Damn, he knows what to say. His ass feels great, but his mind fuck is hotter yet. “I…” I start to say—but I can’t continue, as I shoot my load deep into his ass. Blast after blast. I stay in place for a long time. I slowly pull out. “Clean me up,” I tell him. He hesitates. Then his tongue touches my spent cock. He moans in surprise at the deliciousness at the mix of his ass jizz and my cum. He can’t stop sucking my wilting dick… * I found him online afterwards, by accident. In his profile he stated he has a very sub wife who loves to see him degraded… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Trucker and the Well-Dressed Daddy August 18, 2024

It really was....

Near Home—August, 2024 The end of July and early August was quite busy for me professionally. I didn’t get a chance to play again until the first Friday afternoon of the month. I tried to find some playroom action, but once I found a couple of regulars were too busy themselves, I opted for an afternoon at the re-modeled bookstore video room. As I parked, I was pleased to see the couple (who come here together to suck dick) eating lunch in their car. I nod to them and go in… I don’t have long to wait. I’ve just gotten my cock out and the two guys come in from the parking lot. The one with the shaved head goes first. He gives me rather aggressive head as his partner watches. When his knees tire, the more mild-mannered one takes his place. It’s a great study in contrasts—both very satisfying. I look around the room as they work on my dick. In a corner, tucked almost under the gay screen, is the man I christened the Voyeur. Now that he so often sticks his dick into my mouth, it is not quite as fitting a moniker. He is stroking his long, thin, slightly curved cock to the blow job I am receiving. My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls. He moans a little as he tongues the slightly sweaty orbs. After one more round of his mouth on my dick, the two of them take off, likely having spent much of the morning here. The Voyeur gets up and comes over, sitting one chair away from me. We chat a little, as there is now no one else in the room. I haven’t seen him here since the theatres got wiped out by the drunk driver. He has been traveling, he tells me. We both continue to stroke as we catch up. Eventually, I get on my knees and take him into my mouth. It is such a nice fit, to have this ebony cock inside my mouth. It is thin enough not to worry about teeth or breathing—until he decides to fuck the final half inch into my throat. Now I can’t breathe as I choke on it. He loves how my throat constricts and juices up. He does it again and again. New men have arrived as we have been talking and while I’ve been on my knees. A couple of regulars and one man I’ve never seen before. He sits near us. He opens his fly and strokes to the blow job I’m giving. The Voyeur seems to know him. He nods at him and then taps me on the shoulder. I come up for air. “I want to see you fuck him,” he whispers to me. He indicates the guy near us. He is stroking madly. “Stand up and show him your dick.” I do just that. Instantly the guy stands up and starts stripping off his dress pants and shirt. He’s likely 50’s, white with a deep summer tan and in great shape. “Take that cock up your ass for me,” the Voyeur hisses, the moment the guy is naked but for black socks. He grins and starts to dig for lube. “I have some,” I say as I go back to my knees and begin eating this guy’s shapely ass. He groans and reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart. I zero in on his hole and get it very wet. I spit continually. Each time the sound of it makes the Voyeur’s hand speed up on his cock. Suddenly, the guy pulls away from me. He wants to taste my dick. I sit and let him. He gets me as wet as I got his ass. He stands up and bends, placing his ass at a great angle for the Voyeur to see the action. I stand and spit on his pucker one last time, as I lube up my cock. I sink into him. Slowly. Inch by inch. “Oh, fuck…” the guy groans out. I stop. Wait. And give him the last few inches. My pubes scrape his upturned ass. “Fuck him,” the Voyeur hisses. I begin a slow in and out, a rather shallow stroke. This is too little for both the fuckee and the Voyeur. “Give it to him hard!” “Harder! I can take it.” I speed up and really let him have it. The guy instantly begins to pant—and to push back, grinding his ass onto my dick. This motion makes the Voyeur shoot. He just has time to pull his shirt out of the way, so it’s not covered. The guy pulls off my dick, scoops up his clothes and races to the restroom. He is dressed and out the door before the Voyeur is cleaned up. He thanks me for the visual and leaves… * I sit back down. An older Latino has been stroking to my fuck. He brings his smallish dick over and I suck him. With very little work, I get a load out of him. He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it by way of thanks. He zips up and leaves, almost colliding with the guy I’d fucked coming back in. “I want more—even if I’m late for work…” He drops his pants to his ankles and proceeds to sit on my dick. He bounces on my cock, higher and higher, taking it deeply into his gut. I grab his hips and keep him from pulling all the way off me. He pounds himself down on me. His legs can’t take too much of this. He finally slows and pulls off my dripping dick. “Now I have to get to work. Thanks.” He pulls up his pants. “Someday I want your load.” And he leaves. I stroke. In less than five minutes, he’s back. He drops his pants and leans against the wall, leaning across the seat the Voyeur had been in. “Please give me a load to take to work.” I stand up. I am far more likely to be able to load him in this position. I lube up a little more and push into his very wet hole. I am fucking as hard as the first time. And I think I might be able to give him what he needs. I am so damn close—and his work phone goes off. In one deft move, he squirms away from me, pulls his pants up and runs to the bathroom. I hear him chatting to his boss for a moment. Suddenly, the door bangs open and he races out of the room, slamming the main door. I never see him again… * That was the hot part of the afternoon. But there was one more I want to detail, as I like to chronicle how we have sex here in the 21st Century. Sometime later, the Talker came in. We were alone in the room. He detailed how he hated the new set up. Then we were joined by a white guy in his 70’s. He sat next to me—and eventually asked if he could touch my cock. I let him. He did—and then he stood up and dropped his walking shorts. He was wearing a diaper that had been duck taped to his body—so he could wear it all afternoon and nothing could drip out. “My wife did this to me,” he lamented, “when I told her where I was going.” He went on to say she does this all the time to punish him. “She had my cock pierced, too. And has me in a cage.” I had no proof of that. Or even if there is a wife. He eventually blew me—not very well—while the Talker shut up and fed me his cock. As soon as Duct Tape Man got up off his knees, he complained of the heat in the room and left… I do love recording the weird as well as the wonderful… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Want to See You Fuck Him!" August 16, 2024

Near Home—July, 2024 After the orgy-interruptus detailed in the last post, no reader of this blog should be surprised that the next afternoon I went looking to get off. It was a Sunday afternoon at my usual bookstore, with all of us now in one room. And what a varied bunch it was… I go in, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Men are scattered around the room. No one seems to be doing anything. Yet. There is a sexual tension in the room. Everyone waiting for someone to make the first move. I sit where I can see both screens with a turn of my head. I unbutton, pull out my blue-balled cock and stroke. In moments, a regular is on his knees in front of me. He is slightly older and me with a very long and grey goatee. He swallows me down. He alternates between tonguing the head, taking me to the root and using the soft hair of his goatee to mop up my precum. Another man joins us. His tiny dick is hard as he jerks to us. He is also whiney—desperate to have a turn on my cock. If he’d ask nicely, I would let him. But he’s demanding it. It puts both me and my cocksucker off the idea of sharing. My goateed sucker is not giving up. He is determined to get me off. Even with me needing release, it just isn’t that easy. And he is doing the same three things over and over. Never varying anything. It slowly goes from erotic to friction to annoying. I finally ask for a break. I expect the annoying guy to be right there, but he is enraptured in the threeway happening onscreen. A new arrival. A larger guy. Older. He sits next to me. He ogles my wet cock, but makes no move. He opens his fly and gropes himself. Poppers come out. He offers them to me but I decline. He takes a hit and sighs. His hand moves faster in his crotch. We chat as we watch the porn. He’s a widower. “Thank God for this place,” he tells me. He offers me a hit once again. I shake my head. He takes one, groping himself faster as the fumes hit. “May I?” I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth. There’s not a lot of dick there, but his balls are juicing everything up like crazy. He loves my tongue and he caresses my head and ears as I lick him dry. The more I lick, the more poppers he takes and the more his dick drools into my mouth. I finally get up. He thanks me and becomes my best audience for the rest of his time there. A man who I used to fuck regularly here, emerges from the farthest corner. I hadn’t noticed him. He strips down. And sits next to me on the opposite side of the older man. I suck him for a bit. He also has a bottle of poppers and it keeps his dick perpetually soft. We reverse. This is more fun. And a better show for the older man. He loves seeing my dick sucked up close and right in front of him. The door opens. Another white man around my age. He watches the blow jog for a moment before he goes around the corner. We hear him strip down. He comes back to us wearing nothing but tennis shoes and nipple clamps connected by a chain. My sucker stops and sits down. Nipple Clamps is on him. Sucking him for the prize. The poppers come out again, now keeping him from getting hard in the new man’s mouth. But they both keeps trying. Finally, the new guy goes around the corner to sit, his knees tired. I stand up and follow him. “Suck this one,” I murmur, letting it swing in front of his face. He gobbles me down. He’s good. The best today. I reach down and grab the chain connecting the two clamps. I tug slightly. His body shivers and he redoubles his efforts to please me. I let him suck at his own pace. Then I begin to fuck his face. He groans. And takes me effortlessly. I pull out. I go down on my haunches. I twist the chain slightly. He grabs his cock and jerks. I add more pressure. His nips are an angry red. I twist once more. His cock goes off. Mine is just below his and it is covered with his cum. I stand up and tell him to lick it off. He is suddenly no longer an obedient sub. He declines and gets dressed. I use his cum for lube… * From the beginning, one of the men in the room was a very hot Latino. Likely early 40’s, Hollywood handsome face. He went from groping to openly jerking his sizable dick. He sat where he could see all the action and both screens. He was exclusively on the straight screen when I arrived, but was watching both (and us) as the afternoon progressed. The men I played with all commented on him to me in whispers. How hot, but why bother to be here, they all said, if you aren’t going to do anything. I countered that this new set up was perfect for him. He would never have ventured into the gay side when the theatres were separate. And now he can watch gay action and see it’s not so scary. I’m betting, if he keeps coming back, he will be letting guys on his dick in six months… * I sit back down with my jizz covered cock. I stroke. A white guy, with a shaved head and in his 50’s, comes in. A gym built body. He instantly pulls out a beautiful seven incher. He strokes, sitting to my right, next to the older, juicy man. I stroke, occasionally licking some of the nipple clamp’s jizz from my fingers. Shaved Head is looking at me. “Do you want that sucked?” I venture. “No, but I’m cumming on your dick.” It doesn’t take him long. He stands and beckons me over. My dick is no longer frothy from the first load on it. He aims and covers me with really milky cum. There is so much, some drips to the floor, but not much. I finger some up to my mouth and I taste it. His eyes are riveted to me. I smile. He smiles. He quickly zips up and leaves. I stroke with a new load on my cock. I can’t believe I have had guys do this twice in one day—as it’s something that has rarely happened to me. A hot boy comes in. He sits next to the cock sucker who can’t get hard due to poppers. In moments, he is sucking off the young man, feeding him poppers. I know the guy is going to shoot. So, I suck the older man next to me. Surprisingly, he gives me a full load and leaves. The young man leaves, sated. The poppers guy says goodbye, too. The hot Latino also shoves his very hard cock in his jeans and leaves. And Tit Clamp is back. He wants to get fucked. He strips naked. He bends slightly, but as my hard dick finds his hole, he straightens up making the entry impossible. I bend him over more. He does the same thing. And again. He finally says, he should get home. He dresses and leaves. And I’m alone. Fuck, not again. I wait. The door opens. A young guy. Cute, late 20’s, white, a little cubby with dark curly hair. He sits where the Latino sat—far away from me. But his eyes are on my dick. He takes his out, by stepping out of his shorts. He’s wearing no underwear. His cock is longer than I expect, thin and uncut. “Do you want it sucked?” He walks over to me. He fondles my erection, jerking it for a moment, before he turns and tries to sit on me. “You are going to need so much more lube,” I tell him. (Shaved Head’s cum is long gone from my shaft.) I get him to kneel on the chair. He has a wonderfully furry crack. I tongue him while greasing up my dick. “Fuck me, daddy.” I stand up and my head finds his hole. I enter. He yelps like a stuck pig. “No way,” he pants. “You are so much bigger than I thought…” I really need to cum. He seems to have no interest in sucking me. “Can I eat your ass until I shoot?” He loves this idea. And so do I. He juts his full, hairy ass towards me. I chow down. He’s groaning and stroking as I tongue fuck him. The lube on my cock has reactivated the residual cum of the two men who shot on it. Or at least in my mind it feels that way. I jerk and lick and spit. The young man groans out: “No one eats my ass…” In moments, I am dropping the huge load I should have shot on Saturday… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Relief Comes in So Many Shapes and Sizes August 14, 2024

We needed more men there--you'd be a great addition!

Grand Rapids—July, 2024 On the last Saturday of the month, I went north to the house party I always enjoy. I packed the rimseat…though it never got used… We are stripping downstairs in the living room. The host, a short thin man with an infectious smile, is explaining that something went wrong with his emailed invitations. He tells us he sent them out three or four times. I tell him I had only got one—and just a few days ago. The others agree. Which explains why there is me, the host, his friend I like to think of as Thin Dicked Top and a hot man with a shaved head, a furry chest and a hot bubble butt. But even with this small group, we have two tops, a bottom and I am pretty sure Shaved Head is versatile. We go upstairs. We ignore the sling and jump on the bed. “Fuck me,” the Host tells Shaved Head. “He,” he points to Thin Dicked Top “piss fucked me just before you guys got here.” His legs go up in the air. Thin Dicked Top holds them in place. Shaved Head coats his dick with coconut oil and pushes into the Host’s wet hole. I hear the familiar squishy sound of an over wet ass. The Host is dripping piss with every back stroke onto the leather covering of the bed. When Shaved Head pulls out, I toss a towel under the Host and plow him some more. A fifth man arrives. Likely 20 years younger than anyone else in the room, he’s mid 30’s and stocky. He strokes himself hard as he watches me fuck the host. I pull out. The host goes downstairs to get rid of the rest of the piss that I haven’t fucked out of him. The new guy goes to his knees. The three of us circle up. He sucks Shaved Head first. Then Thin Dicked Top. “Don’t forget him,” Shaved Head murmurs, pulling me by my cock closer to the hungry new arrival. He takes me into his mouth. This young man is good. He knows what to do. He swallows me deep after some wonderful tongue work. Now he is making the circle—a quick suck for all of us. Soon enough, Shaved Head goes to the floor so he can suck the sucker. He slurps loudly on the guy’s average sized dick as the younger man goes back and forth on the dicks in front of him. “I want to ride your cock,” Shaved Head says, coming up for air. “Let me eat your hole first,” I tell him. He gets on all fours. I grease up and go to my knees. I get acquainted with his rather loose pucker. Getting my tongue into him so easily makes my cock drip. I stand up and slide in. He groans. “Please let me ride you. It’ll help me take it longer.” I pull out and he makes room for me on the bed. I lie down, legs hanging over the edge of bed. Shaved Head faces me, squatting over my cock. He settles down onto me and groans out his enjoyment. The new arrival strokes himself, standing to one side. Thin Dicked Top to the other. Shaved Head works himself up and down on my cock slowly. Then he builds up speed. The new arrival bends and takes Shaved Head’s cock into his mouth. “If you suck me while I’m getting fucked, I’ll cum.” The new arrival doesn’t stop. “Ah, shit….” Shaved Head is giving him his load. Fifteen minutes into the evening. We all stand up. The Host arrives back in the room he gets on all fours. I slide into him, standing on the floor. Shaved Head no longer has a hard cock, but his mouth is very active. He sucks New Arrival who is standing at the other end of the bed. Thin Dicked Top begins feeling up the young man’s hole. “I haven’t gotten fucked in ages,” he tells TDT. “Do you want it?” asks Shaved Head. The young man nods his head. He bends down, supporting himself with his hands. Thin Dicked Top slides into him—the perfect dick to open him up again. Now there is a fucking at either end of the bed. Shaved Head lies down on the bed, face up, and slithers under the young man. He gets his cock into his mouth—though it’s not as hard now with a cock in his ass. The sounds of raw ass fucking fill the room. The fucking is finally halted by the young man needing a break. I suck Thin Dicked Top’s cock, tasting the New Arrival’s hole on him. Shaved Head is stroking his cock, hoping for it to revive. The Host is now sucking New Arrival. He pulls off him. “Do you fuck?” New Arrival nods. The Host gets on his back and New Arrival grabs the bottom’s ankles. The Host guides New Arrivals cock into him. On the other end of the bed, Thin Dicked Top is asking Shaved Head if he can take more cock after cumming. He can. He gets on all fours and TDT slides in. I stand to the side and jerk to the two fucks, expecting to trade off with one or the other tops. TDT is so into the fuck, he doesn’t even notice me waiting my turn. I start over to see how New Arrival is getting on—and he is getting on so well, he’s about to shoot. “I can’t help,” he moans, “I’m gonna cum…” And he does. Flooding the Hosts hole. I am there to clean his cock and lick up the cum running out of the Host. I want to settle down for a nice felch and fuck, but the Host hears his phone go off downstairs. He excuses himself, hoping that more recruits are on their way. “Can I eat your ass?” I ask the young man. “Sure. Just don’t fuck me, now that I’ve cum.” I get him on all fours and spend a long time eating his hole—honestly waiting for Thin Dicked Top to take a break so I could fuck Shaved Head again. But he doesn’t. So, I enjoy the tight pucker and hairy ass crack of New Arrival. And when I look up again, the men have shifted. Shaved Head has gotten a fresh erection and he is plowing Thin Dicked Top. I had no idea TDT is versatile. I go back to licking the ass in front of me. But the kid has had enough. He’d rather watch the new fuck and flog his soft cock. I stand up. I kneel behind Shaved Head. My tongue finds his used hole on the backstroke. He calls me a filthy [banned word]. Then: “I’d rather have your cock than your tongue.” I take the cue. I stand up. He slows his fuck, giving me time to get inside him. I glide in easily. I stand still as he begins to move. Into TDT and back on me. Fuck into ass and back onto cock. Over and over. It feels wonderful. Could I shoot? Not a chance—we’ve only been playing for 40 minutes. But I love the train. It is always such a hot position. But then it stops. New Arrival has gone downstairs for food. The other two separate. Shaved Head makes an appointment with me to sit on the rim seat after a break. But after some food, everyone goes home. Fun—but with no big finish. Just like this post…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Becomes Five August 12, 2024

I think you might want to re-consider the bathroom use. Guys need to piss after sex. And wash their hands before going home. I agree that a guy shouldn't shower in some cumdumps room, but I always need to get some lube off my hands. Some guys need to make sure they don't smell like sex before they return home (it could cut down your numbers.)

From what I have observed over the years, the best gay relationships, the ones that last, are open. I was with the same man for 30 years, until his death. He was an oral only guy. That limited my sexual expression, but we were 'right' for each other in so many other ways. When we had an occasional three-way, he saw how much I enjoyed fucking. He said I should go do it, as it was something he couldn't give me. We set rules and parameters and off I went two nights a week. He wasn't jealous--he cared enough to find one more way to make me happy. (And he loved hearing about my adventures--which often led to more sex with the two of us.) Gay men can write the rules for our relationships--different for every couple.

Near Home—July, 2024 As the month of July came to a close, I had one last afternoon session in the closest bookstore. It was a Friday. And busy—with fresh faces and old standbys… I close the door to the new porn room behind me. There are half a dozen men here in the half light. They are still all zipped up, but eyeing each other as much as the videos. I sit where I can see both screens with just a slight turn of my head. I spot the couple who come here in the afternoons to watch each other suck other men. In moments, the bald partner is on my dick. He always acts as if he has to do battle with my thick cock—to conquer it with his throat. And the idea of it all, makes him hard. He unzips as he takes me repeatedly deep inside him. He comes up for air and leverages himself to stand by using my knees. His more mild-mannered partner is about to come have his turn, but he loses out to the guy who is sitting next to me. I don’t know this man. He is significantly older than anyone else in the room. And very toothy. I remind him to cover his teeth. He tries, but he can’t keep them covered. I finally beg off before he does actual damage. Now the mild-mannered partner gets up and kneels in front of me. I’m kind of surprised that he is doing me after another man who isn’t his partner. But his mouth is great. Totally soothing after the toothy guy. And he does my balls. He always remembers I want that—and loves licking them as much as I love having it done. He gets up when his knees tire. The two look around the room. His bald partner sucks me one more time, while his partner watches avidly. When he gets up, they decide to go home. I sigh contentedly. I have had four sessions with three mouths in my first 20 minutes here. Now, I stroke to the two movies. Both are good. The gay is a five man orgy and the straight involves two hot older men on a young woman. The door opens. It’s Jamal, the man who I met here recently. He is the one who sat on my face while Braydon was rimming me. We nod to each other. He sits against the wall. He pulls out his dick and begins jerking, his long black curls swaying with the rhythm of his stroking. He gestures me over. I kneel and take him in my mouth. He’s fatter than I remembered. I work his generous foreskin back with my tongue. There is a downward curve to his cock, that takes up every millimeter of room in my throat. I suck him until we are both breathless. He pulls me up so he can take me into his mouth. The other men in the room like these two horse-cocked studs showing off with each other. Everyone in the room is now jerking or kneading their fly. I hold on to his ears and fuck his face. He’s surprised, but loves it; it makes his cock drool fresh precum, looking very white on his ebony skin. The door opens. Two men come in. They have obviously never been in this space before. They scope out the room and find two seats near us. Both are white and dressed for the hot day. One is much more reserved than the other. In moments, one has stripped naked. He bends to suck the shy guy. He deliberately doesn’t go to his knees so he can show off his ass. I sit down next to Jamal and watch this round of cock sucking. Jamal elbows me, indicating I should do that undulating ass. I sit and wait. Stroking. The guy comes up for air and sits down. His partner or friend has a nice dick—one that he all but hides now. The naked guy smiles at me. I nod. He gets up again and sucks the shy man. He is waving his ass in my direction once again. It can’t be more of an invitation. I go and stand next to the guys. In moments, the sucker is on my cock, getting it wet for his ass. This makes the shy guy harder. His cock swells as the other guy licks me. I pull away and kneel behind the sucker, who has his mouth back on the first guy. He is surprised by my tongue, but moans out his approval around the slab of meat in his mouth. I stand up. I sink easily into his high mileage hole. I fuck him, slow and deep. He pulls off the cock and tells me to fuck him harder. I do. He goes back to sucking and I pick up the tempo. I am forcing him deeper onto the thick cock in front of him with each stroke. Jamal stands up and strokes to my fuck. I make a gesture that says he could take a turn. Jamal shakes his head. I slow down a little and then speed up again. Finally, the guy getting fucked asks for a break. I pull out, and he spins around to clean my dick. We all catch our breath. But not for long. The naked guy stands up, bends and sucks. I stand up too. I plow into him. This really excites the guy he came in with. In moments he empties his nuts down the guy’s throat as I keep on plowing. We break as the guy goes to wash and leave. I ask Jamal why he didn’t take a turn. He tells me he likes more meat on the men he fucks. Men like Braydon, not this skinny guy. I turn to the bottom. He tells me they aren’t a couple, just two guys who were chatting online and decided to meet in a public spot. We wait for the bathroom door to open—and then the entrance door to close behind his hook up. “Now fuck me one more time. Deeper the better.” He stands and bends. I go back to eating his hole as Jamal jerks to the scene. I stand up. I slide into his slick hole. Jamal stands up and tells me to breed him. My cock and balls are thinking the same thing. In moments, I groan out my orgasm—holding on to the stranger’s thin hips as I shoot into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Show-Offs August 9.2024