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  1. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—November, 2023
    (This picks up right where we left off…)
    I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.
    Zane taps me on the shoulder.
    “I just got loaded.  You want it…???”
    I grunt an affirmative.  I pull out of the anonymous guy.  My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head.  I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking.  He eats the hole, hungrily.  It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me.  I kneel and slurp at his hole.  I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum.  I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep.  A get a few more drips.
    I want more.  I stand up and fuck him.  This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke.  Zane groans.  The other man groans.  I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt.  I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue…
    *
    I stay in the basement.  I am treated to ass of every age and every color. 
    There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling.  He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts.
    There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed.  He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked.  I love watching his dick move with my pumping.  I am making it drool.  I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck.
    There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier.  This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking.
    There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair.  He is on all fours.  He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass.  I am the fifth.  He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum.  I do what he asks.  I slam into his hairy ass cheeks.  He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed.  I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock.
    Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock.  I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it.  The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again.
    “Do me first.  I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner.  He kneels.  I eat his ass for just a moment. 
    I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock.
    “Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM.
    “Yes, give me your dick.”
    I enter him for the first time ever.  The extra cum makes me slide in easily.  The guy takes my dick like a champ.  His tiny partner watches in awe.  Soon he kneels next to him.  His ass up, mirroring his partner.  They kiss.  I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM.  Both of them groan.  I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner.
    “Give it to us both…”
    I do. 
    Back and forth. 
    Repeatedly. 
    One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum.  I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more.  I pull out.  Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other…
    *
    I find Zane at the sling.  He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night.
    “You know I love top ass,” he grins.
    I nod.
    “Oh, I shot my load in ____.”  He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. 
    I smile.  I know he can still take dick after cumming.
    He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement.  It is not quite so crowded now.  Men are getting off and going upstairs for food.  The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. 
    I nod.
    He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room.  I go over.
    “Give me some more of that great dick.”
    I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again.  I can taste cum.  He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table.  I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him.  Though some I drool down onto my dick.
    I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him.  He grunts.  He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking.  I am fucking him harder now.  My hips seem to have a mind of their own.
    I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers.  He hands me the open bottle.  I take a hit without thinking about it.  I hand it back to him.  He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me.  Fuck!  I begin pummeling his ass.  I am sure I am going to blow my load.  I can’t stop thrusting.
    In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole.  Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more.  Cum is oozing out of him.  I lick it up and swallow.  I stand up.  I am driven to fuck.  I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load.  Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him.
    I shake and hold onto the chains.  He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso.  He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum…
     
    The original can be found here:  From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 24, 2023
  2. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—November, 2023
     
    Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago.  (It always pays to fuck the host!)  The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life.  (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.)  I was excited.  I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week.
    I arrived in the late afternoon.  I usually help with the last minute set up, but that task had been done earlier in the day by other attendees.  I had brought the rimseat, as it was the one piece of sex equipment the hosts didn’t have in their four floors of beds and slings and massage tables.  Zane and I got that set up and I took a nap, to be ready for the evening…
     
    I actually sleep.  I feel weight on the bed—and now on me.  Zane is naked and crawling on top of me.  I am just in my jock.  He has pulled back the cover and his hairy body is grinding against me.  I am fully awake now.   My cock strains against the pouch of the new, clean-ish, jock.  But Zane doesn’t want my cock.  Not now.  He pulls my left arm above my head and begins huffing my pit.  I use antiperspirant when I am working with others, but I have had a full week since the end of that job.  He licks and moans and brings the taste of my slightly ripe pit to my mouth.  We kiss, tongues active and deep in each other.  He breaks it only to bury his face in the other pit.
    We kiss again.  He slides down and to the floor, kneeling by the bed.  Instinctively I spread my legs.  I know what he wants.  He moves in and just breathes the scent of my balls, now 12 hours from the morning shower.  They have had 10 hours encased in my tight 501’s.  He groans.  He does a few tentative licks and comes up to kiss me again.
    “This is your wake-up call,” he whispers.  “I’m going to go clean up.”
    I get ready, adding boots and my wrist cuff.  I’ve brought my chaps in case the house feels cool, but I opt to go without them.  I do add my harness.  I have packed a lunch for dinner—so I have the energy to fuck.   Zane leaves the shower and gets a little more dressed than I, as he has to be on call to welcome the men and serve drinks.  I brush my teeth as the doorbell rings with the first attendees.
    I walk down and find a bottle of water.  Men, fully dressed, are milling around and talking loudly as they sip a cocktail or their bottle of beer.  I walk around a little, feeling too undressed, too soon.  I go back up the stairs and wait.  There are bound to be men who skip the social side and want to fuck.  I just need to wait a moment.
    Two naked pigs arrive to fuck on the king size bed.  One is the man who took the DP so early in the party last time.  He is so wrapped up in the man he is about to stick his long, thin cock into, he doesn’t even notice me.  He pushes the young bottom face down and dives into licking his ass.  The are so into each other, I don’t add in.  Instead, I go down two flights to the basement.
    This is what I need.  Eight men, naked but for jocks or a harness or both are fucking on the large bed in the middle of the room.  One of the two slings is busy, too.  Other men are on the huge couch in the corner, some making out and some sucking cock.  The age range here is from 28 to 78.  I feel young looking at one of the daddy tops ramming his large cock into a hot 30-something.
    I walk to the bed.  One man, white and 40-ish, is being drilled by a stud around his age.  He motions me over and takes my hardening cock into his mouth.  This makes his top fuck him harder.  He drives the man forward—making him swallow more of my dick.
    “You want a turn?” asks the Top.
    I nod.  He pulls out and the bottom spins around.  I sink to my knees and rim his wet hole.  The Top is now being treated to a clean up by the bottom.  I stand up and have my first of countless fucks that night.  I plow him hard, making him bounce farther down on the cock in his mouth, just as the Top had done for me.
    The couple next to me disengage.  The bottom stays on the bed, watching my cock pummel the man.  He squirms under the bottom and begins licking the underside of my cock as I fuck.  Occasionally, I pull out and give him the opportunity to clean me thoroughly before I continue the fuck.
    Soon it’s the licker’s turn to get fucked.  He does so as he sucks a Black bear.  I fuck, my hips slapping his full ass—and soon suggest he turn around for the other man.  He does.  He cleans me and also sucks on the dick of a new arrival.
    I work my way around the bed.  Fucking four different asses—all welcoming and wanting more later.  It’s a dog pile of naked men—all races, all ages.  I stop and step away, finding my water bottle and taking a deep draw on it.
    I am standing between the bed and the empty sling.  A very handsome white guy, maybe 35 is sucking the dick of a bearded daddy, just younger than myself.  The daddy touches my arm and tugs me towards them.  My wet dick is presented to the man on his knees.
    “Suck that big dick,” says the daddy.
    The young man is more than happy to—and he’s good.  He holds the dick heads of the two of us together and goes back and forth, mouthing the sides of our cocks.  Now me, now the Daddy.  We turn slightly so he can try to take both of us into his mouth at the same time.
    The Daddy moves off after a bit.  I am left with the handsome guy.  He stands up.  He is as tall as I am and just as lean.  His hard seven incher is sticking out of neon green underwear.  I go down to my knees and suck his thinner cock to the base.  He moans.  I give him head for a few minutes.  My hands are on his slim ass, still covered by the underwear.  I work it down so I can knead his bare ass cheeks.  He moans again, liking that his underwear is now around his ankles.  I turn him, my hands on his hips, so I can taste his ass.  Now he groans.  He leans against a beam supporting the floor above and grinds his ass into my tongue and beard.  I can’t get enough of his hot ass on my face.
    He straightens, turns and pulls me up into a kiss.  As we finally break it, he murmurs “I was going to top for the first half of the night, but I want his dick.”
    My finger finds his saliva-soaked pucker.  I work just the tip into him.
    “Be really slow with that thing.”  He turns and braces himself against the post.
    “Would you relax more in the sling?”
    He would and does.  He gets in expertly, slipping his ankles into the stirrups before I can help.  I kneel again and rim him one more time.  His cheeks are hairless.  There is just a slight dusting of blond hair in his crack.  It only becomes visible when I soak it.  I stand up and work my cock head into him.  He huffs poppers and I sink into him easily.  I stay still and lock eyes with him.  He holds my gaze.  As the poppers hit, he nods and I begin a slow fuck. 
    He smiles, his eyes focused on who knows what above us.  “Pound me.” 
    I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make the chains rattle.  I slow down and pull out.  “Let me suck it,” he groans.  I give him my cock to clean.  I move back between his legs.  I rim his now dripping hole.  He was either loaded before he came to the party or he’s a great self luber.  I feast on his hole.
    Zane arrives, now naked but for a jock.  I let him take a turn rimming the guy, too.  We kneel side by side and feast on this guy’s juices, occasionally kissing each other.  I go back and fuck him.  Zane moves around and feeds the guy in the sling his dick as I do it. 
    I pull out once more and rim the Neon Underwear.   Zane crawls under the sling so he can lick my cock.  This time when I stand up to fuck, Zane moves behind me.  I can feel his breath on my ass.  I fuck slowly, so he can lick at my ass crack.  He stops as he feels me pick up the tempo of the fuck.
    The guy in the sling has been jerking his cock.  He stops now and asks for a break.  “Or I’ll shoot way too soon,” he grins.  I help him out.
    Zane grabs my arm.  “Let’s go use the rimseat.”
    We go up two flights.  There is a dogpile of fucking men on the big bed.  We ignore them. 
    “Who goes under first?” he asks.
    “I will.”  And I do.  I lie down.  Zane shuts the seat and sits his very furry butt on my face.  It’s an amazing contrast after the smooth one.  I eat happily, licking the man I know I will soon be fucking. 
    Zane stands up, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.
    I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.
    “Now eat my hole!”
    (Lots more to come!)
     
    I will publish a new part each day.
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 20, 2023
  3. FelchingPisser

    "Stand Up and Fuck!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—November, 2023
     
    I was home now.  It felt good to be back.  But the combination of little sleep before the long drive—and then more driving after I shot every drop of cum into the Latino—left me really tried.  Add to that, my sinuses were acting up with the constant fluctuations of the weather.  I kept a low profile for a couple of day.
    I was ready to go again by the Thursday after my drive on Sunday.  I went to the bookstore, of course.  I’d been gone a month.  I wondered if I would find the regulars or a whole new crop of men.  It proved to be quite a mix…
     
    I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre.  Two men are there.  I don’t know either.  A Caucasian man around my age is getting his cock sucked by another white guy with a full head of white hair.  They stop and look guilty for a moment.  I instantly unbutton my pants and pull out my cock.  This seems to reassure them that I am not a cop.  I sit to the side so I can watch the blow job progress.  The sucker is flogging his own cock as he sucks.  His dick is bigger than the man in his mouth.
    I wait for some indication they wouldn’t mind me joining them.  Finally, I get a kind of nod from the guy getting his dick sucked.  I go over and kneel.  I replace the cocksucker’s hand with my mouth.  He groans in pleasure.  I know it is a favorite position of mine—one man in and one man on.  His cock goes from a mostly hard dick, to a very hard dick in just a few moments.  Am I getting a load?
    At that moment, the suckee pulls out of the sucker’s mouth and bends to feel my cock.  He grunts his appreciation and gives me a tug to stand up.  I do.  He goes down on me.  The white-haired sucker is rather noncommittal about his.  He strokes as he watches me get sucked.
    “Try this cock,” says the guy on me.  He points my hardness at the other guy.  The white-haired man considers for a full half a second before he sucks me to the root.  Instantly I learn he is the better sucker.  He is a true deep throat artist.
    The other guy tries to find my nipples under my sweatshirt.  Then to caress my fully clothed ass. 
    Positions change.  The two of them are standing against the back wall, at the suggestion of the first suckee.  He wants me to go back and forth on their dicks.  Just the way he talks to the other man makes me think they are partners.  I do as he suggests; I start with the man with the white hair—who is still rampant.  I suck for a moment, then switch to the man standing next to him.  I am getting a terrific amount of precum from this guy.
    When I go back to the white-haired guy, he has lost his erection.  I suck for a moment, but he pushes my head off him and on to the other.  Instantly, I get a mouthful of cum.  The guy grabs my shoulder with one hand and his partner (I’m sure of it now) with the other.  He let’s me get every drop before they take off together.
    I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  And stroke.  I rinse the cum out of my mouth with my water bottle.  I want a cleansed palette. 
    I am alone for a good ten minutes.
    The door opens.  It is man I know from here.  We have even given each other our numbers as he always swears he wants to get fucked, but not here (though he never has made it to the sling.)  I have not seen him for a long time.  We have played in three different bookstores over the years.  He is around my age, but looks younger.  He is a tall, well built, light skinned Black man.  He smiles seeing me and sits next to me.  He pulls out his dick—every bit as big as mine—and strokes it hard.  Soon we are idly stroking each other.  Then he goes down on me.  He has great oral skills.  I revel in the way his tongue licks every inch of my dick.  I sigh out loud when he moves to my balls.  Once they are good and wet, he goes back to my cock for a little longer.
    He sits back up.  He has done all his sucking by leaning over while seated.  I go to my knees in front of him to return the favor.  I lick his dripping cockhead for a long time before taking all of him into my mouth.
    The door opens.  A Black man half our age comes in.  I have never seen him before.  He is tall and thin.  His jet-black hair is braided incredibly tight to his head.  He is instantly aroused by what he sees.  He stands next to us and takes out his just above average-sized cut cock.  My friend reaches out and takes him in his hand.  He idly strokes the new man as I continue to suck.
    The new guy pulls away—simply to unbuckle his pants and shove them down around his knees.  My friend leans over now to suck him.  I take a look at the bubble but on this new guy.  It makes me crawl over behind him and stick my tongue into the hairy crack.  He groans—a mouth on both sides of him.
    The door opens.  It’s the Black voyeur with the long thin cock who occasionally lets me have his load.  He comes in and instantly starts stroking to the scene. 
    The braided guy pulls my friend up to his feet.  “You need to get fucked,” he announces.  He turns him and pulls him tight against his spit covered cock.  He begins a slow hump of my friend’s ass crack, bending slightly to give me a better attack on his own tight pucker.
    This goes on for a long moment.  I hear the voyeur stroking.  I can’t get enough of eating this hot man’s ass.  I love the slight motion against my face as he grinds against my friend.  Just as suddenly it stops.  My friend pulls away.  I am guessing the cock had tried to penetrate.  The hot guy turns and I stand up.  My friend is pulling up his pants. He makes a quick retreat.  The hot man, pulls up his, too and follows.
    “Go find them,” whispers the voyeur.
    I give them a minute and then get my cock back in my pants.  I can still smell the hot guy’s ass in my beard.  I want more.  I check the preview booths, thinking privacy would be paramount.  No one is there.  All the doors are open.  I go into the gay theatre.  I see the voyeur has moved here.  And behind me, in the dark corner, is the hot guy, bare-assed and stroking.  My friend must have truly left.  I move into the darkness.
    “You get fucked?” the hot guy asks, his hand snaking around me and squeezing my butt cheek.
    “Sorry.  All top for anal…” I murmur.
    “Then you’ll have to fuck me.”
    I can’t believe my good fortune.  I slide down behind him again and begin eating out his hole.  He bends so I am now going deeper into his guts.  I hear the voyeur move to get closer to us.
    “Stand up and fuck,” barks the hot guy.
    I know how to follow directions.  I stand up, lubed and ready.  I push in.  It’s slow going, but he takes every inch. He is constantly stroking himself.  He begins to push back on me. 
    “Fuck me with that big white dick, fucker.”
    I begin a slow in and out.  He stops stroking himself long enough to pull his tee shirt up so it hangs around his neck and sways to my fuck rhythm. 
    “Twist my nipple.  I reach my right hand out and find it.  “The other one.”  My left finds the much more pronounced nub of flesh.  I twist it.  He groans and his ass tightens around my cock.
    “Do it again,” he tells me.  I do.  I get the same delicious feeling on my dick.  He begins panting.  He’s close.  I see the voyeur get still closer to us.  He jerks his long, thin cock in tempo with my thrusts. 
    “Fuck me, fucker!”  He’s louder now.  I build to a really fast thrusting speed.  I am close to exploding myself.  I squeeze his nipple.
    And he shoots.  All over the floor.  The voyeur has to step back a pace to avoid flying jizz.  The hot guy pulls off me.  Before I can unload.  He grunts at me, pulls himself together and leaves.
    “You want my load?”  The voyeur is two strokes away from cumming.  I think taking his load will get me off, too.  I go to my knees in front of him to swallow his usually big, viscous load.  He gives me every drop, but it doesn’t take me over the edge.
    He lets me clean him up, squeezes my shoulder and is gone.
    As is every other man in the place.
    I need to get off, but there is no one.  I refuse to let the linoleum take my load.  I can wait for the weekend and the multiple asses I know will be on offer on my next trip…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Stand Up and Fuck!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 18, 2023
  4. FelchingPisser

    "Fuckin' Felch It!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—November, 2023
    I had one last day to myself before two heavy work days and the drive home.  The bathhouse seemed the logical place to go as I had had such a good variety of sex (and men) there.  I took off, driving into town, a slightly different way.  I got there a little earlier than somedays, just after noon.
    It was a Thursday.  A good number of cars were in the parking lot.  I got my locker and stripped down to jock, boots and wrist band.  I tucked the lube in the waistband of the jock.  Next to me was a good-looking white guy, somewhere over 40.  He had maintained his long-ago gym worked body quite nicely.  He had sandy colored hair, cut short, and very blue eyes that were riveted to my dick as it got tucked into the pouch.  He headed upstairs, once a towel was wound around his waist.  I followed…
     
    I check the small porn room.  One large man is there, staring blankly at the screen.  I continue to the big porn viewing area, the one with the padded floor.  The door is propped open.  The large screen is on but it is just glowing black.  It makes the room totally dark.  I carefully find my way to the bench at the back.  I can just make out an empty space and sit between two men.  I think it’s the sandy-haired guy to my right.  I can’t tell anything about the guy to my left.
    I hear a blow job happening in the darkest corner.  I take out my cock and get it fully hard.  A man comes in and goes toward Sandy-Hair, though I doubt he can see him.  I hear them connect.  The new guy goes to his knees to suck S-H. 
    “You can stroke my cock but not suck it.”
    I sigh.  I won’t be headed there.
    But I have an anonymous mouth on me right now.  Whoever is to my left, has leaned down to suck me.  It’s a lousy angle, so I turn towards him, trying to help.  He sucks me for another moment, then gets up and sticks his cock into my face instead.  I have no idea who I’m sucking—and I don’t care.
    There are now three of us sucking dick and the guy, I guess, giving S-H a hand job.  All in the dark, not seeing much of anything but shadowy outlines.  From the direction of the darkest corner, I hear “Eat me out, man.  I want your dick…”
    This turns on the guy who is in my mouth.  He begins fucking my face.  I soon am swallowing a thick, viscous load.  He pulls out of my mouth with no cleaning.  A new dick is shoved my way.  The guy I got off leaves as I suck the new guy. 
    Eventually, I hear S-H get up and his stroker goes with him.   I keep sucking.  My eyes are adjusting.  I can see the shape, at least, of the man in my mouth.  He is well built, and my free hand discovers his hairy chest as I work to find a nipple to tweak. 
    I hear the couple wanting to fuck leave.  The guy in my mouth begins pumping into me.  I think I’m getting another load, but he pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  We walk out together.  It’s fun, in the light, to find him as hot as he felt.
    I go down the steps thinking I am on my way to the sauna or steam room, towel on my shoulder
    “Hey!”
    It’s a blond man, white, gym built and anywhere from 35 to 45. 
    “That’s some dick.”  He touches it, sliding his fingers lightly over the wetness.  My jerking while I sucked has left me sticky.  “You fuck?”
    “Of course.”
    He grins and leads me to his room in the basement.  He’s sprung for an expensive one with a double bed, porn on the television and a large mirror on the wall.  He asks me to sit on the end of the bed.  I do.  He kneels.   I watch him and his reflection in the mirror.  He gives me some very good head.  He loves dick—and you can tell with every flick of his tongue.
    “You’re even bigger than I thought,” he says, coming up for air.  “Will you let me sit on it?”  Then as an afterthought, “Sir.”
    I nod.  I grease up and lay back, my legs still dangling over the foot of the bed.  Blond Boy reaches for his own lube and smears some on his asshole—an asshole I have not even seen, much less licked.  He adjusts himself over me and sinks down on my cock.  He takes me easily.  He bottoms out and instantly starts bouncing on me. The act of impaling himself has loosened his tongue.  He begins a filthy litany of what my raw cock is doing to his fuck tunnel.  He goes on and on—and ends with “Fuck, you can do anything you like with me…”
    His legs soon tire from the bounce.  He pulls off me.  With no urging, he instantly sucks his ass juices off my cock.  “Good, boy,” I tell him, “Now get on your knees.  No, at the edge of the bed.  I want to feast on your ass…”
    He moves.  I kneel on the floor and do just what I have said.  His ass is incredibly wet.  I wonder if he has a load in him.  I finally wonder out loud, but he swears he hasn’t.  I lick and tongue and poke into him as deeply as I can.
    I stand up and move to the mirror.  “I want you to see my cock going into that hot ass.”  I have him bend, hands against the wall for support, his body running parallel with the mirror.  He looks into the mirror, over his left arm.  I kneel behind him and he watches me bury my face in him once more.  Then I stand, slapping my engorged dick on his butt.  I push in.  He yelps and his eyes go wide.  Now he can’t take his eyes off the mirror as I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  I stop once to eat his hole once more, but go back to plowing into him.  I fuck.
    “Now clean my cock.”
    He spins and licks up all our combined juices.
    “Will you cum in me, Sir?”
    “You want me to?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    “Yeah—I want to load your butt.  But let’s not do it here.” 
    He agrees that the sling is the place for him.  We go up two floors.  I get him in.  I eat his ass.  His moans draw in an older man who plays with Blond Boy’s nipples. 
    I stand up and fuck.  The older guy backs away and out the door.  We really want to be alone anyway.  We can’t stop looking into each other’s eyes—seeing in them the hunger for the other man.  It’s electric.  And working on my cock.
    I have only spent maybe 90 minutes here today, but I know this is the ass to take my load.  I think I knew it the moment he touched me in the stairwell.  I fuck him hard and fast.  He gasps.  His cock half erects—and then goes down again with the pounding.   It is drooling precum like a faucet.  I smear some onto my fingers and wipe it on my cock.  Blond Boy groans.  I wipe up more and stick my fingers in his mouth.  He sucks them ravenously, pulling them into his mouth until he gags.  His ass spasms with the gag, squeezing down on me in his ass.
     It's my turn to groan.  I pull out and eat his hole until I think I’m going to shoot.  I stand and slip in.  I fire off two or three rounds of sperm—but with very little feeling from me, just one deep guttural groan.  I stop fucking and go to my knees.
    “Fuckin’ felch it,” Blond Boy groans out as my tongue invades him.  My cock is raging.  It needs to properly take me over the edge.  The taste of my cum is doing just that.  I swallow some sperm down and am ready to explode this time. 
    I stand up and push my cock into his incredibly wet hole.  It pumps into him and I begin the gut wracking intense orgasm, the kind that leaves me breathless…
    I empty my balls into him.  Every last drop.
    I collapse onto him.  Blond Boy holds me in place.  My eyes have watered now it was so intense.  We stay like that for a long time.  I don’t trust myself to move.
    I do, of course.  I slip out and go to my knees.  I stop the avalanche of cum pouring out of him with my tongue.
    “Let me taste it, Sir.”
    I come up for air and snowball the mouthful of my seed to his open mouth…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Fuckin' Felch It!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 14, 2023
  5. FelchingPisser

    Cocksucker's Paradise

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—October, 2022
     
    It was the last Saturday of October.  I had the night off from a temporary gig I was working.  I thought about going to one of the bigger sex venues to ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but in the end, I saved money and time by going to my usual haunt.  No costumes.  Just horny men…
     
    As I park the car, there are very few spots.  Always a good sign.  I go in, pay—and sit in the straight theatre.  It is packed.  The last Saturday I was here I had been just about the only white guy in the room.  Tonight, it is about 50/50.  I get my dick out and stroke.  Maybe half the men here are working their meat.  I glance to the side.  A muscular young daddy type—the kind with the stroller in the backseat of his car—is stroking very surreptitiously across the room from me.  He uses his left hand.  The right covers his cock from my wandering eye.  His eyes are glued to the screen where the faux step-mother is seducing her equally faux step-son.  He openly groans as her mouth touches the erection in the video.
    As the sex begins on the screen, I am aware of sex happening for real behind me.  A quick glance shows a bear in the cocksucker’s seat sucking one man and stroking another.  I look at the young daddy.  The hand shielding his cock has fallen away.  He stroking a thick, uncut cock.
    And he catches me looking at it.  I nod a friendly hello, thinking there is no way he’s cruising for man-on-man action.  He nods to me and looks back at the screen.  My cock drools a little.  I work the precum around the head and bring a sticky finger up to my mouth.
    I look at him again.  He’s caught me doing it.  He gives me a crooked grin—and mimics me—bringing a precum loaded finger to his mouth.  It’s my turn to smile.
    We watch the movie.  It’s a short scene.  The young man onscreen blows the obligatory load in the step-mom’s mouth.  I look back to the back wall when I hear a man groan.  A cock is discharging back there, too.
    I feel him next to me before I see him when I turn back.  Baby Daddy is right in front of me.  Here he is, his hand wrapped around his thick, uncut beauty.  We smile once more.  I lean forward—but he’s too fast for me.  He is on his knees and sucking me. 
    Well, fuck!
    The sex temperature in the room skyrockets.  Everyone can see us.  Others start playing.  One very large man waddles down to stand at my shoulder and watch me be serviced.
    I look back at my enthusiastic sucker.  He’s good if not great.  Maybe he doesn’t get much chance to play.  I nudge him off my dick and murmur “Lick my balls.”  He does—beating his own cock faster.  Once they are good and wet, he goes back to suck my shaft.
    “He likes it,” the large guy, standing to my left, chuckles.  He pulls out his cocktail sausage of a cock as he continues watching.
    In moments the big guy announces he’s cumming.  Without any hesitation, Baby Daddy rises up enough to take the guy in his mouth.  The big guy is wracked with his orgasm—and it is also enough for my sucker to shoot all over the floor as he swallows the big guy’s cum.
    He sort of apologizes to me and takes off…
    *
    I have moved to the gay side.  A hot Black guy in his late 20’s is there, stroking a long thin cock.  I sit next to him—the only seat left open.  A heavier guy, who often sucks my cock here, nods to me.  I nod back and spread my legs.  He comes over and carefully goes to his knees.
    “He any good?” asks the young man next to me.  He is wearing a bright yellow track suit—allowing easy access to his long dick.
    I nod.  He is actually occasionally toothy—but I’d like to see him go back and forth between our cocks.  Eventually I nudge him towards Track Suit.  The sucker is eager.  Track Suit willing.  The big guy goes back and forth between us until his knees give out.
    A white guy, in great shape for over 50, has been watching us from behind.  He kneels in front of me after the big guy leaves the room.  His mouth is one of those that is perfect for sucking.  He revels in taking me fully down his throat (the first guy tonight who has done this.)  I keep ruffling the greying hair on his head as he bottoms out.  My contentment must show for Track Suit beats his cock harder.
    “You should let him suck you,” I sigh.  Grey Hair is eager to show off his skills.  It is every bit as hot to watch him do the man next to me.  He takes the thinner cock like it’s a breadstick, never chocking on it at all.  He is also good at sensing when it is time to come back to me…and then later, back to Track Suit.
    Both of us sitting there, with our legs splayed open and letting this guy crawl from one to the other of us, are not in any hurry to shoot.  Eventually, it’s too much for the guy doing the servicing.  I thank him as he gets up and goes back to the arcade.
    "You suck dick, daddy?"
    I tell Track Suit that I do.
    “I like it,” he says, “but it doesn’t get me off.  I need to fuck for that.”
    I agree with him that that is how I usually get off.  But I do sample his dick.  He’s long and thin, great for deep throat without any worry of gagging.  He seems to enjoy what I do, for his hands are always on my freshly cropped head, rubbing the stubble sensuously.
    A young Latin comes in.  I know him from here.  And have fucked him.  He talks a blue streak about us taking turns on his ass.  We are so ready for that.  But the Latin never shuts up and bends over.  He suddenly goes out the door—all talk and no action.
    “I guess you better do some more on me,” says Track Suit.  He stands up.  “I’ll try to give you a mouthful of cum.”
    I go to my knees.
    He grabs my ears and begins a slow fuck of my face.
    “You know how to suck, Daddy.  Keep that up…”  He continues on in this vein, as his long thin dick pistons in and out of my mouth.
    I stop stroking myself.  I need to concentrate.
    He builds up his tempo.  Faster and faster.
    And he’s there---and I’m there, too.  Without even touching my cock…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: CockSucker's Paradise (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)        November 23, 2022
  6. FelchingPisser

    Bubble Butt at the Bathhouse

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—October, 2023
     
    It should not surprise any of my regular readers that I went back to the same bathhouse on my final day off in October.  I knew that it would likely be different than my last visit, but that was fine.  I stripped at my locker.  I added my new jock, put my boots back on, snapped the leather wrist band on my left wrist and tossed the towel over my shoulder…
     
    I make a quick tour of the all three floors.  There are a few men sprinkled around the two porn rooms, but the sauna is packed.  I go in.  I can’t find a seat.  It is right at the time when the guys who came in for lunch have to get off and go back to work.  Every dick in the room is hard and being jacked or sucked.
    Since there is no place to sit, I go to my knees by the door.  Two men, both white and in their 50’s, stand up.  One is tall and slim.  The other is shorter and rather pudgy.  Both have hard dicks.  The tall one reaches me first.  He sticks his thin cock in my mouth.  I begin sucking as the pudgy guy slaps my cheek with his wet, thick cock head.
    Tall and thin is ready to go.  After just moments in my mouth, letting my tongue work his glans, he begins to fuck me face.  He suddenly groans, stops thrusting and his rather acrid cum pools on my tongue.  I lick him clean—but just for a moment, for the pudgy guy all but pushes him out of the way.
    “Take my load,” he grunts out.  The moment his cock replaces the thin one, he shoots.  His load is sweet by comparison—and twice as big.  As I swallow and lick him clean, I hear two other men get off in the mouths of the men sucking them. 
    There is a massive exodus out the door and to the shower.
    I am left alone with an older Black man.  I sit close to him, now that there is space.
    “May I?” he asks.
    I nod.  I am treated to an exceptional blow job.  He understands I just walked in—and he doesn’t expect a load.  He’s there for the love of cock in his mouth.  And he demonstrates that love with every lick and his exceptional deep throat skills.
    He finally comes up for air.
    I ask if I can return the favor as his thick, uncut cock has grown and lengthened as he’s worked on me.  But he shakes his head.  It’s all about giving for him.  Instead, he gives me round two—paying even more attention to my balls this time…
    *
    I walk around.  The ‘nooners’ are gone.  There is now a new influx around 2pm.  I stop in the big porn room.  A couple of men are in the darkest corner.  One sits on the bench the other is on his knees.  There is one other man, across from them, stroking himself as he watches them and the television screen.  I sit near him and take myself in hand.  He looks like he works outside, muscled and tan, his skin beginning to leather.
    We nod to each other.  He inches closer to me, sliding off his towel and onto the bench.  Soon he is sucking me and beating his cock.  Furiously.
    I watch the man getting blown across from me.  He suddenly begins panting and gives up his load.  They leave quickly.  My guy works harder, still stroking himself as he sucks me.
    “Don’t waste your load,” I tell him.
    “You suck?”
    “Sure.”
    He stands up.  I have to bend to get to him—so I go to my knees on the padded floor.  He’s damn close, I can tell.  I don’t work long until I get another load down my throat.  He takes off, too tender to clean up, wrapping his towel tightly around him.
    I am alone for about ten minutes.  Just as I decide to get up and ramble, an older man comes in.  He makes a beeline to my hard cock.  His mouth is good.  He takes me to the root effortlessly.
    “I bet that would feel good in my ass…” he keeps mumbling.
    After the third time, I ask if he wants to find out. 
    “Yes!”
    “Here or the sling?”
    He votes for the sling.  We walk there, neither of us bothering about wrapping towels around our hard cocks.
    I get in him in.  I eat his ass.
    “Just fuck me,” he whines.
    I stand up and slide in.  He’s tight and hot.  And eventually dirty.
    “Impossible,” he tells me when I suggest he go clean up.  “I can’t be.  I cleaned out deep.”
    “Not deep enough for me,” I murmur as I head out the door to the washroom.
    *
    There are three of us in the sauna.  Just sitting there.  I am hard.  The other two men have towels over their genitals.  We are all more relaxing than cruising.  A young man—somewhere between 28 and 35 walks in, totally naked.  He’s white, slightly thick set and has a perfect bubble butt.  Anyone younger than 40 is a rarity here during the afternoon.  We all smile and nod to him.  He proceeds to give each of us head.  Getting first one, and then the other of the two guys, hard and dripping.  Then he moves to me.
    He goes down on my hard dick, comes up for air and says “This is the one I need in my ass.”  He grabs my wrist and all but pulls me out the door.  The other guys follow.  He takes me to the stairs.  I am hoping the sling, but he wants to be on all four on the padded floor of the porn room.  He kneels and I surprise him by eating his ass.  The other two men come in.  One jerks to my rimming—the other man sticks his cock back in the boy’s mouth.
    “You have lube,” the young guy asks, taking a break on the sucking.
    “Yes.”
    “Use lots.  It’s been a while.”
    With how open my tongue got his hole, I am surprised by this, but I grease up. 
    “Fuck him,” says the guy in his mouth.
    I line up and push in.  It’s a smooth ride all the way in on the first stroke.  This guy is wet and ready.  I hold for only the briefest moment before I begin fucking.  The guy stroking comes closer to watch.  I pull out more and more, to show the voyeur just how much cock this guy is taking.  He takes every stroke with a slight grunt around the hard cock lodged in his mouth.
    I am pretty sure I will be breeding this man.  I increase the speed of my strokes.  The guy in his mouth suddenly pulls out and sends a massive amount of cum onto the kid’s back.  This triggers the voyeur to shoot a load too.  The young guy is covered in cum.  He reaches for his own dick—and I can feel he’s shooting as his ass contracts around my thrusting dick. 
    I will myself to shoot.  But I can’t.  It’s too fast.
    “Please.  Stop.  I can’t take it after I shoot.”
    I pull out.  I smear the loads around on the kid’s back and slap his ass with my cummy hand…
    *
    I may go home without shooting, but it was still a fun day…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bubble Butt at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 10, 2023
  7. FelchingPisser

    Keshawn Rides My Cock Again

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—October, 2023
     
    The very next day I drove to Indy to see Keshawn and meet his friend/fuckbud.  I made it there in good time, with less traffic around the city then usual.  I had not been able to pack the sling with everything else I had to take for the month of working.  So, with just my bag containing lube and jock, I went up the steps to his apartment…
     
    We hug.  I learn quickly the third man has had to cancel.  I don’t find that a problem.  We strip down in his bedroom.  I pull on a new white jock.   Keshawn is naked, his large cock growing.  He goes to his knees.  My cock is swelling, but Keshawn gets me really hard with his mouth and tongue.  He moans as he takes me deep into his throat.
    Suddenly he stops.  He wants this cock in his ass.  Now.  He stands on the floor and bends over, his long arms braced on the mattress below him.  I go to my knees and pull apart his full butt cheeks.  My tongue zeros in on his hole.  He is still damp from the shower.  I burrow into his hole.  He pants and cracks open his poppers.  I lick his hole until it is wet and slick.  I lube my cock as I eat him out.  I can’t stop jerking myself and tongue fucking him as deeply as I can.
    Finally, I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass crack.  My hand guides it into him.  Keshawn’s hole flowers open and takes almost my full length with the first bit of thrust from me.  I push once more and I am fully buried deep inside him.
    Keshawn moans.
    I groan.
    I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out.  “Yes,” he mutters.  I pick up the pace and begin a harder fuck.  More of me comes out on every stroke.  Soon I am long dicking him over and over. 
    It is a slightly awkward position.  He breaks it by pulling off me and spinning around to taste his ass jizz on my cock.  The minute my cock is clean, he moves around, kneeling on the bed, right at the foot.  The bed is tall enough I only have to do a tiny knee bend to slide back inside his hot, wet hole.  I pummel his ass.  We both love the wet sounds of the fuck—and how my hips and his butt make their own music as they slap together.  Over and over.
    I pull out.  I eat his hole again.  Keshawn is a great self-luber—his ass never stops making delicious juices for me to taste before swallowing.  I spend a long time there, before I stand back up and slide back into the hole I was tonguing.   I fuck him just as hard, all over again.
    I pull out.  He savors the juices on my dick.
    “On my back.” 
    Keshawn rolls into place.  This is a little low for me, but I bend my knees and slide in.  I fuck a few strokes and then pull out.  We get a pillow under his butt—and I am at a better height.  I feel like I am going even deeper into his guts.  I slow the strokes and really grind each one as deeply into him as I can manage.  I pause only for him to take a hit.  Then I keep fucking him at this slower speed that is getting me into the very heart of his sex.
    We break.  I have to sit for a minute.  He cleans me up.  He leaves me really wet—and I know just what he’s going to do.  He stands, turns and sits on my cock.  He takes every inch of me.  It’s his turn to grind his ass onto my dick.  And then he begins to bounce.  Slowly at first, gauging how far he can pull off me.  Now he increases the height, slamming himself down on me.  I don’t let guys ride me too often—but this moment is just what I need.  I catch my breath and let him do the work of pleasuring his now wide open mancunt.
    He rolls off me.  I move around and bury my face in his incredibly wet ass.  You’d think I’d shot in there, he is so juicy.  When I finally stop, I fuck him again on his knees.  I love that Keshawn makes a conscious choice to stop jerking his dick along with my strokes and just revel in the fuck he’s getting.  I pound into him again and again.
    He cleans me up once more.  And he reads my mind.  I want more of him riding me, just as much as he wants to do it.  I get a little more comfortable on the bed this time before he mounts my dripping dick.  This time he slides down as slowly as he can.  Inch by inch until he can’t take it any more and just takes the last half of my cock all at once.  He grinds down on me before beginning to bounce. 
    “Fuuuccckkk…” he groans out.
    I close my eyes.  I love watching him—but right now I want to just feel him.  He is driving my cock closer and closer to the final explosion.  I can feel his ass walls squeezing me with every stroke.  I fantasize for a moment about all the other cock this ass has taken in the last few years.  I can feel my cock push out more precum at the thought…
    His legs tire.  I know the look in his eye.  He is close to the point of no return, too.  I suggest his back again.  I want to see his eyes as I shoot in him—and his white cum on his beautiful dark skin.  I enter him.   I fuck.
    I stop and lick Keshawn’s hole once more.  I take a one nostril hit of poppers and push into him.  I fuck.  Hard.  In moments, I am over the edge.  I am so wrapped up in my own explosion, I miss seeing his own orgasm.  But I can feel it—his ass milking me with every shot of jizz that spurts out of his cock and balls.  I look down.  Keshawn is covered in milky cum.  I wipe some up and bring it to my mouth…
     
    The original, with a picture of me inside him, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Rides My Cock Again (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 2. 2023
  8. FelchingPisser

    "Fill Me Up, Stud!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Eastern Illinois—October, 2023
     
    I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post.  Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play.  Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off.  Two actually.  I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself.  And I needed relief!
    I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I had worked this gig the last time.  I loved the set up there:  the two theatres were behind the same door.  The two spaces also had their own restroom which was really convenient.  I packed a lunch and made the drive…
     
    I buy my admission—as does the man behind me in line.  The store has only just opened.  We go in.  He makes a beeline to the straight side as I go the other direction and piss.  There is one man in the gay side, sitting on one of the two couches.  He looks familiar from when I was here before, but I can’t be sure.  That is until he opens his mouth and begins critiquing the video.  I’m right.  He never is happy with anything shown here—and is very vocal about it.  I move away and go sit in the straight theatre.  The other man is there and kneading his crotch.  He stops the moment he sees me sit down on the opposite side of the room.  The movie is slow—but the action fun.  I am yet again surprised by internal cum shots in a straight movie.
    The next scene begins with a lot of dialogue.  I am obviously not going to have any fun with the other man here—as he has sat rigidly, looking at only the screen, with his hands by his side.  I wonder if he has even noticed my cock out?  I cover it up and go to the other room.  The critic has moved to standing in the back.  I sit where he was earlier.  He takes note of my dick coming out, but soon moves on to the other room to offer his opinions on that video over there to his captive audience.
    I stroke.
    A new man arrives.  He is around my age, white, with a full head of very white hair.  I remember this guy, too.  He gives very enthusiastic blow jobs.  He sits next to me.  He takes out his dick.  He looks at mine, longingly.  I nod.  And he is on his knees in a flash.  H takes me into his highly practiced mouth.  He sucks.  He licks.  He deep throats.  I nudge him down to my balls.  It feels good—he knows what he’s doing.  But somehow it isn’t remotely sensual.  I could no more cum from it than I could from doing push-ups.
    He takes a break when his knees tire.  I am alone for quite some time, but it’s a hot movie in here, all very juicy threeways.
    The door opens.  No one comes in here for a bit.  Then a man I played with a lot last time comes in.  He recognizes me, too.  He sits next to me.  He’s likely 45 to 50, Black, and big boned.  His dreads are pulled back and under the hood of his sweatshirt.  He looks at me—and looks at my dick.  I nod and he goes down on me.  He has a large mouth and his tongue is thick and muscular.  And he loves sucking cock.  Every move he makes tells you he is right where he wants to be.  I sigh and let him lick and suck wherever he wants.  My cock.  My piss slit.  My balls. I even undo my pants and shove them around my ankles so he can lick under my balls.  He flirts with sweeping that thick tongue over my pucker, he teases me for a moment, but then makes the long slurp up from under my balls to the top of my cock.
    He pauses to pull his own pants down to his knees.  His thick, if not long, cock is rampant.  I lean forward and suck him for a moment.  He is one of those men who get so hard when they are doing the sucking, but deflate when someone does any reciprocation.  He enjoys my mouth—but is eager to get back to sucking me. 
    And I let him.  He sucks me long and deep.  We kiss—something new for us, but I desperately want to taste his mouth with my precum in it.  It’s long and passionate.  His cock is fully erected again.  He is still on his knees, his ass jutted out to the room.  The enthusiastic guy comes back.  He crawls under him and sucks on his cock as that large tongue goes back to work on me.
    I squirm in pleasure.  I keep seeing his naked ass.  A fat one.  I want it.  I slide out from under him, and with the other guy still on his cock, I begin licking his hole.  This is new for us.  He groans.  Loudly.  Enthusiastic Guy comes up to watch me rim and to jerk himself.  EG shoots his load on the floor.
    “I’m gonna shoot,” groans the man bucking back on my tongue.  He does.  I get to clean up what is left on his cock.
    We talk a lot.  He has Detroit connections.  He takes my number and swears he will let me know when he’s in Michigan.
    I jerk.
    I talk to the video critic.
    The door opens.  “Well, well…”
    It’s the guy who was a staple the last time I was here.  White, my age, tall and slim.  I had fucked him—the first time he’d allowed himself to have anal sex in years.  And here he is, wanting more.
    “I got a text from…” and he names the man I had just rimmed and made shoot.  “He said I better get over here…”
    We catch up a little.  He sucks me, making me squirm.
    He sits on my cock again to open himself up.
    I tell him I want to really plow him. 
    “Do it.”
    We change positions.  He kneels on the couch and lets me pummel his ass.
    “I’m going to shoot,” I groan out.  “Can I breed you?”
    “Fill me up, stud!”
    And I do.  Two weeks of load…saved for a hot hole…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Fill Me Up, Stud!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 31, 2023
  9. FelchingPisser

    "Please Swallow Me, Too..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Northern Indiana—October, 2023
     
    By the first Saturday of the month, I was packing to head for a month-long work gig in Indiana.  I got the car loaded and was on the road by noon.  I was leaving the day before I needed to be there, though I could certainly have made the trip in just a few hours.  I knew that the small village I would be staying in would severely limit any fun, so I was going the long way to get there.  My plan was to stop at the busy northern Indiana bookstore and get a hotel afterwards.  On Sunday, refreshed and my balls drained, I would make the last leg of the trip to my workplace and arrive in time for my afternoon meeting.
    This bookstore is one that has appeared in these posts a number of times.  There is the usual lobby and then through a door in the back wall is the cinema on one side of the building and the booths, a few with glory holes, on the other side.  The ticket lets you go back and forth.
    I arrived in good time and bought my ticket.  They had a new two-hour time limit on the admission price.  But I was horned and on a mission—so was pretty sure I could accomplish what I needed to do before I hit overtime…
     
    I start in the theatre.  Of course, I do.  I love to show off—and let the men know there is a big dick here.  The movie is straight and has a plot about wife swapping.  They are talking more than fucking.  I can still get hard—and feel the five pairs of eyes on me.
    Finally, one man, short, white and rather gray on top wanders over.  He asks politely if he can suck me.  I nod. And he sits next to me on the bench and leans over to take me in his mouth.  It’s not a good angle.  He can sense it, too.  I help him get down to the floor.  Much better—for both of us.  He is a hungry man.  He moans and groans and shows off to the crowd that he is the one sucking my dick and not them.  He is not the best cocksucker I have ever had—but he’s not bad.  He is certainly good warm up head.  I look around the room.  Another blow job is now happening in the corner to my left, but I can’t get either of the other two available men in the room interested in letting me suck some cock as I get mine sucked.
    My cocksucker’s knees give out quickly.  He tries to use my knees as leverage to get up.  It doesn’t work.  I stand and give him a supporting arm.   He exits the room, proud of himself.  Many of the men follow him.  The guy getting blown in the corner blows his load down someone’s throat.  After they leave, I’m alone in the room. 
    I go find a booth.  There is one in a corner I like—it has a gloryhole to the side of the seat.  And, surprisingly, there is a hole behind the seat, more a hole for your eye than your cock.  I dump a number of the tokens into the machine and find a movie.  I realize they no longer have gay films playing.  It used to be half and half.  I sigh, and find a good two men on one woman video.  I stroke.  I hear movement in the booth opposite me.  I don’t see a finger running along the bottom of the hole, begging for cock.
    I watch the movie.  I glance over to the glory hole once more.  A fat Black cock fills the hole.  It has a slight downward curve.  I go to my knees and take it into my mouth.  The curve is more forgiving them some, so I can take most of it at this odd angle.  I hear the man behind the wall sigh.  He lets my tongue do the work.  I give him every trick I know.  Then I hold still and let him fuck my mouth a little.  He stops and pulls out.  I hear his zipper go up.  I button up and go out the door as I hear his door open.  We nod to each other—he is a portly man with closely cropped gray curls.  He smiles.  I smile back.  I think we both know we will do more later…
    He walks one way around the maze of booths; I go the other. 
    “Come here.”  A large man has a door open.  It is a booth in another corner with no connecting booth.  “Let me suck that thing,” he hisses under his breath.  I go in.  I can barely squeeze by him in the cramped booth.  (Why I almost always prefer the open spaces of a theatre!)  He goes to his knees as I unbutton.
    “That’s a beauty.”
    And he grabs the base of my cock in a choke hold as his mouth envelops me.  His mouth is experienced, but the grip is hurting me.  I ask him to ease up.  He does for 30 seconds and then squeezes me again so hard I actually yelp.  He looks up, surprised.  “Guys love that…” he says.
    “I don’t.  It hurts.”
    He lets go and goes back to sucking.  But the pain has caused my dick to be only semi hard.  To remedy that, he grabs me again—just as tight.  I yelp and push him off me.  It’s a scramble to get out the door, but I do, with him still on his knees and my dick almost exposed in the corridor.
    I go into another GH booth.  In moments I get a six incher through the hole and a load in under 45 seconds.
    I go back to the theatre and stand on the wall to the left of the door.  The older Black man is there on the other side of the door frame.  We nod at each other.  There are maybe three other men in the room.  No one is doing anything.  Not even jerking.  I take my dick out and stroke to an actual sex scene in this talky video.  I look back.  The cock I sucked through the glory hole is out now and being stroked.  We look at each other’s dicks—then both our eyes come up to our faces.  We grin.  I nod, walk over to him and go to my knees.  There is an actual gasp from some man sitting on the bench where I sat before.  I ignore him as I take the dick into my me.  It’s so much easier to get all of it into my mouth and throat without the damn wall.  I feel his hands brush over the recently cropped hair on my head.  He seems to love stroking it as I suck.
    “I’ll cum if you keep that up,” he whispers—though the sound seems to fill the room.  Two men move closer to us, to watch.  In just a few more moments, he grabs my head and hold me in place.  “Yessss…” he groans.  “Take it…”
    And take it I do.  He is giving me a mammoth load.  I swallow and swallow.  His hands go from caressing my head to holding me in place to finally relaxing on my shoulders as his flow is reduced to a few last drops.  He pulls me to my feet and whispers in my ear: “Thank you.”
    “Thank you…”
    “I’m so glad you swallow.  I hate spitters.”
    I grin and nod.  He squeezes my shoulder once more and is gone.
    “You suck me?”
    It’s one of the watchers.  His cock is now out—pretty standard issue, but I’m in that mode now.  I go to my knees and suck him off quickly.  The room empties as he cleans up with the ubiquitous fast-food napkin.  I look around.  There is actually still one man here, behind a waist high wall.  I can’t tell if he’s stroking to my two blowjobs or not.
    I sit and stroke.  
    I get some head from a new comer.  He is so horny he cums on my boots as he sucks me.
    When he’s gone, I look at the tall guy behind the wall.  “You need anything?”
    He nods.  I go to him.  I kneel.  A beautiful, uncut seven incher is in his hand.  He grabs my shoulders as I start to work on him.  I think he’s going to be another speedy shooter, but I have to actually work.  He is totally into what I’m doing.  Murmuring encouragement and going crazy jerking himself as I lick his fat hairy balls.
    “I’m close,” he whispers.  “Please swallow me, too…”
    I am there, my mouth back on his dick.  In moments I get another load, every bit as big as the one he must have witnessed me taking.  The volume of ejaculate and force of his explosion makes me get off, too.  I leave a huge puddle of semen between his shoes as I swallow him down…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Please Swallow Me, Too..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 29.2023
  10. FelchingPisser

    "I Love It When You Do That"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—October, 2023
     
    The next day, after my time with the guy in the leather jacket, Kieran sent me a text saying his truck was fixed—and could he come over to suck my dick and get fucked?  I said ‘yes’ and he showed up right after I finished my lunchtime soup…
     
    We head straight downstairs.  He strips off and tosses his clothes in the chair.  I’ve not bothered to get dressed today, knowing Kieran was coming so early this afternoon.  I hang my bathrobe on the door knob.  I have my boots on and a yellow jock, not that I think we will be doing any piss play, but I haven’t started wearing a new white jock since I sent the scented/stained one back to its owner.  Kieran, now totally naked, sits on the bed.
    “Let me suck that big cock.”
    He is eager—and getting hard as I take my dick out of the jock pouch.  He reaches for my balls and pulls me to him.  His mouth envelops my dick.  I sigh.  Many men give great head, but Kieran is one of the best I know.  He has it all:  a big mouth for less contact with teeth, great suction, intricate tongue work—and that hunger for cock.  He groans around my shaft deep in his throat.  I look down and his cock has spit out a large pearl of precum.  I reach down and wipe it up with one finger and taste it.  Kieran works harder on my cock—taking me deep repeatedly.
    He pulls off.  “Fuck my face.”
    I hold him by the ears and begin a slow fuck—about two/thirds of my length on each stroke.  I speed up.  Kieran moans and takes it.  I finally pull out, bringing up deep throat spittle.  I wrap it around my cock shaft—and he hungrily cleans me up.
    I want to eat his ass and tell him so.  He gets up on the fuck bench without my saying where.  His ass is voluptuous and I kneel and dig in.  His cock is dripping again.  I reach under him and catch some of the juices.  I smear them on his now wet hole and push them into his ass.
    “I love it when you do that.”
    I slobber over his hole for another few moments before catching some more of his precum.  This time I smear it on my dick.  I stand up and inch into him.  “I’m fucking you with your own juices,” I tell him.  This causes him to moan again and direct his gaze into the side mirror so he can see me use his ass.  He’s tight today.  But I am soon balls deep. 
    I pause. 
    He pants. 
    I begin to fuck.
    “Harder.  Really make me feel it.”
    I follow his instructions.  He tells me he used a big toy on himself yesterday, after he got the truck fixed.  He likes my actual dick much better.
    I pull out, intent on making him lick me clean.  But there is the tiniest bit of brown in some mucous.  I wipe down.  There is no mess.  I can eat his ass again—my test for how things are.  I get him ready once again for a good dicking.
    “That’s it.  Fuck me hard,” he groans out.  “I need this so much.”
    This time when I pull out, I have to go wash.  He assures me he cleaned, but he opts not to go do a touch up in the shower.  “Let me suck your cock.”
    With many men, I might call it a day, but not with Kieran and his mouth skills.  I lie on the bed and watch the porn playing on the television.  He asks if I know any of the performers in this one.  I admit I put this disc on as when I was selecting porn, I had forgotten Ray Dalton was in it.  We both watch Ray fuck a hot cub for a moment before Kieran gets to work on my cleaned-up cock.
    He works my shaft and dripping head.
    “Lick my balls.”
    He does as he’s told, leaving them wet.  I hoist them out of the way and tell him to try to get his tongue between my cock ring and my ball sack.  He does this and more, licking my entire perineum.  His tongue does one swipe that includes my tight pucker—but he doesn’t continue.  As he goes back up to my dick, I mentally wonder what it would be liked to be rimmed with that expert tongue of his. The very thought makes me get closer to orgasm than I thought possible.
    I tell him to lick my balls again and this time I jerk my dick.  When he works his way back up—I surprise myself by shooting deep into his throat…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "I Love It When You Do That" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 27, 2023
  11. FelchingPisser

    Leather Jacket

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—October, 2023
     
    I was horned.  I had made a date with Kieran, the bearded married man who gives me his ass (but is a driven cocksucker) to meet in the playroom.  He was late.  Finally, I got a text.  His pickup was not running and he was still working on it.  Damn! 
    I know him well enough that it was not some excuse to get out of the hook up.  In fact, we agreed to meet the next day if he could get it working.  But what was I to do with my afternoon?  Go find someone for my swelling cock, of course…
     
    The parking lot has five cars in it.  I think about just turning around, but I don’t.  I go in.  I have my pick of seating in the straight theatre.  I choose the cocksucker’s seat.  There is only one other man here on this Wednesday afternoon, just after noon.  He is sitting way down front and jerking relentlessly to the big breasted woman getting fucked on the screen.  I am more taken with the tattooed man working her over—he is a natural Dom and makes her work for her pleasure.
    The guy down front stands up and shoots, careful to keep it off his clothes.  He leaves, with a curt nod to me.  I am alone. For a long time.  I have often seen crowds of men here on a Wednesday afternoon.  In fact, I met Kieran here on a Wednesday.
    I stroke.
    I go next door.  The gay movie is too young for me.  And talkative.  I don’t want to hear about the pornster’s first time.  There is one man here, a regular, who mostly keeps to himself.  I go back to the straight side.
    I stroke.
    New scene, new woman, same Dom.  She is licking his asshole as I take my cock back out.  I wonder what she’s thinking…
    The door opens.  A white man, maybe in his late 40’s/early 50’s comes in.  He is middle height, trim and wearing a leather jacket.  He stands, leaning against the back wall.  He watches the screen intently.  I swear I can see the crotch of his jeans plump.
    He finally looks over at me.  “Well, fuck. Now that’s a cock.”
    “Thanks.”
    “You should be up there.”  He jerks a thumb at the big screen television.
    I shrug and tell him I’ve done a little porn.  He wants to know more.  I tell him about the two gangbangs.  He is much more interested in my time at the FTM studio.  “I’ve always wanted to meet a trans guy,” he admits.  “That way around,” he clarifies.
    We are talking enough now, that he asks if he can sit with me.  The moment he sits on the far side of me, he pulls out his cock, an uncut seven incher.  It’s not thick and just the head has a slight upward curve.
    “You gay or bi or what?” he asks.
    “Mostly gay, but known to wander…I love a hot hole.”
    “I like that.  Mostly straight here, but I love the way men suck cock.”
    I don’t immediately volunteer to suck him.
    We chat.  He’s from a smaller town in northern Michigan.  Here on family stuff.  Couldn’t decide to come here or the casino with his free afternoon. 
    We lapse into silence.  We both jerk to the video.  The Dom has had a male friend come over and the woman is about to get DP-ed.
    “Always wanted to do that,” he murmurs, stroking harder.
    I tell him I have DP-ed.
    “I don’t mean two dicks in some guy.”
    “I’ve done that a lot, but I got to DP a woman with another big dicked daddy.”
    Now he’s all ears.  I tell him a little more.  He jerks.
    He looks at me.  I know what’s coming before he says it.  “Would you…” he takes his hand off his cock, offering it to me.
    I don’t answer.  I just go to my knees.  He sighs as I take him to the root.  His thin dick is the perfect girth for me, so I don’t have to worry about my sharp canines.  I suck.  His foreskin becomes very juicy. 
    “Love your tongue on me,” he groans. 
    This makes me really use it to pull back his foreskin and get inside it.
    He moans again.  “Can I fuck your face?”
    I pull off him and give him room to stand.  He grabs the sides of my head and pulls me back onto his cock.  He pumps.  Relentlessly.  Deep on every thrust.  But he can’t get off.  He finally stops, asking for a moment.
    I sit back down.
    “Do you suck?” I ask.
    He turns away.  If he turns red in the face, I can’t see it the gloom.
    “A little,” he admits.  “A long time ago.”
    “Want to try me?”
    “You’re just the type of guy I’d like to—big dicked, sure of himself…”
    We watch the video.  To my amazement, the woman takes the loads in her pussy and her ass—and squeezes them out for our viewing pleasure.  I suddenly feel his hand on my cock.  He goes to his knees and takes me into his mouth.  He groans around my thickness as it fills him.  “So big…” I think he mumbles.
    His technique is nothing great.  But it’s super-hot watching this man suck my dick, conceivably the first cock he’s had in his mouth in 25 years.  Or maybe it’s just a line he uses all the time…
    “Lick my balls, too.”
    He pulls off me and goes down to the hairy sacks.  They are sweaty—and I don’t know if he truly appreciates the heady aroma of me at my most primal.  But he licks them.  And back up the shaft.  I wonder about what would happen if I filled his mouth with cum.
    He stops.  And stands.  “Do me again.  I’m dripping…”  I lean forward.  His cock is indeed wet.  He allows me my own speed at first, then fucks my face again.  But he can’t go over the edge.
    “I’m sorry.”
    I shrug.  “It’s been fun.”
    He nods.  “Not what I though would happen when I stopped in here.”
    “What did you think?”
    “A quick wank and on my way.”
    We’ve been playing for over an hour.  I tell him that.
    He gasps and quickly shoves his cock back in his underwear.
    “I gotta get out of here.” 
    I nod.
    He stops at the door and turns.  “I really liked it.  Now I’m gonna wonder what I would have done if you’d cum in my mouth...”  He tries for a smile and leaves.
    I wonder the same thing…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Leather Jacket (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 25, 2023
  12. FelchingPisser

    Every Last Drop

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—October, 2023
     
    On the evening of the last post, I went to bed horned.  As I was stripping down, I considered starting a new devil’s dick, but, dammit, I wanted to do some live breeding or feeding.  The moment I woke up the next morning I knew I was going to have sex—or at least look for it.  I went in search of it to the bookstore with the new play area of cubicles, gloryholes and the medical exam table.  I timed my arrival for just after lunch.  It was a Sunday and I had no idea if that was a typically busy day in this venue or not…
     
    I walk in the lounge and make the tour.  No sex is happening, but there are likely half a dozen men watching the various screens scattered around the walls.  I sit in a corner and pull out my dick.  My cock springs to life before I can even manhandle it to attention.
    “You want that sucked?”
    I turn towards the man who has approached me.  He is rather below average height, white, and bearded.  His beard gives him a slight resemblance to Jacob.  I nod to him and he kneels, pulling his own cock out to stroke, once he’s down there.  He gives me good head, if not exceptional.  More suction and deep throating than any interesting tongue action.
    He slows down and then comes up for air.  “I’m a top, but I gotta tell you that is a great cock.”  He stands, showing off his own now very hard seven inches.  “I’d love to see you fuck with that mother.”
    I lean forward and suck him for a bit.  Using all my tongue tricks.
    We agree we would both love to a share a bottom.  He goes off—and I stroke my very wet cock.
    “Let me help with that.”
    A white man around my age, with a shaved head, and an elfin grin goes to his knees without really waiting for a response from me.  He’s great.  He knows all the tricks to get me dripping.  He pulls off me and looks up: “You need to fuck me with this thing.”
    “Do you like showing off?  I bet the exam table’s free.”
    He grins and leads the way to the back room.  Along the way I motion Bearded Boy to follow us.  His eyes light up as he sees Shaved Head strip down—he must know him.  Shaved Head sits on the table, start naked.  I get his ankles on the metal stirrups.  He leans back and gets his ass in place.  Every hair on that man has decided to grow below his waist.  His legs are slightly hairy, but his butt is a jungle.  I can’t believe my luck.  I kneel and begin eating him out.
    I hear Bearded Boy stick his dick in Shaved Head’s mouth.  Shaved Head’s ass is responding to my tongue.  The pucker has opened more and more as I lick and spit.  I am getting all the hair around his now slightly gaping hole, very wet.
    “Fuck him with that big dick,” say Bearded Boy.
    I force myself to stand up.  I slap my cock on SH’s exposed balls.  And push into his hole.  He stops sucking to concentrate on his ass—welcoming my dick inside him.
    “That is so hot,” BB grunts out—before thrusting his cock back into SH’s mouth.
    I pick up speed.  The table has a slight rock to it when I reach a really hard driving tempo.  This makes other men gather in the door to watch us. None of them come very close—but I always love an audience.  I fuck him some more, before pulling out and changing places with BB.  Bearded Boy doesn’t taste my handiwork, he just fucks into the wet hole I’ve opened.  I am thrilled that SH wants to taste his ass on my cock.  I watch BB fuck.  He is driving very fast into the hairy ass.  I wonder if he’s going to shoot.
    He suddenly pulls out and takes off.  He has given no outward sign he shot, so I go back and taste the hole he’s just fucked.  I can’t tell, but I think he may have loaded him.  My tongue roots around in him for a long time.  I finally stand up and fuck.  I still can’t tell if I am fucking in load or just a very wet ass.  Either way he feels terrific.
    Another man, around my age and height come over from the crowd.  “Is he taking any dick?”
    I look at Shaved Head.  “Fuck, yes!” he groans.
    The new man unzips and strokes himself to hardness.  He is around the same size as BB.  I pull out and let the older man fuck Shaved Head.  “Damn, you feel good…” the new guy moans.  I slap my wet dick against SH’s cheek.  His attention is all on the cock in his hole right now, so I don’t force the issue.  In moments, the older guy shoots.  He pulls out gingerly.  I kneel and, to his delighted surprise, clean his cock.  Then I dig into Shaved Head’s creamy ass.  I find some stray cum on his puffy ass lips and lick it up. I dig deeper, but can’t find any more semen.
    Again, I fuck him hard.  I am thinking I might shoot.
    “Can I take a little break?”
    I’m surprised, but help him up.  He gets dressed—and actually takes off…
    *
    I am in the main area here.  I see a man in true biker leathers enter.  He makes a beeline for one of the cubicles with a glory hole.  I go up on the slurp ramp and feed him my cock.  He sucks me moaning and grunting.  Suddenly he stops.  I’m sure, from his sounds, he’s shot his own load all over the fresh plywood of the booth.
    *
    I sit in front of a gay screen.  I get head from a regular here.  He suck me until he is close to shooting himself.  He knows to stand up and feed me.
    A new man, around my age, has come in, catches my eye and goes to the medical exam table.  He is stripped naked before I can get there.  “Fuck me raw, man,” he says as he sits on the table.  He does not need my help to get his feet in the front stirrups.  I don’t even eat his hole—I just push in.  “Yeah,” he groans, “fuck me raw, but don’t cum in me.” 
    I fuck him.  But barely.  He enjoys it, but my cock is no longer really hard, knowing that I can’t cum.  I pull out after a brief fuck and go to wash up, assuming I will have to find a hot cocksucker.
    I come out of the restroom—and there is Shaved Head.  “I had to go let out the dog,” he says.  “Did you want to breed me?”
    I tell him about that guy on the medical table, telling me not to shoot in him—after I was already in.  SH head calls it a bait and switch.  The two men seem to be rivals for cock here.
    We go to one of the cabanas.  Again, he strips.  He kneels on the bench.  I go to my knees and taste his hairy ass and the load (loads?) once more.  He groans and does poppers.  I stand up and insert.  My cock glides home on the extra lube of saliva added to the cum and ass jizz.  I fuck him slowly.  Wanting to savor the moment.  I do—for about 30 seconds.  My cock takes over.  I can’t help begin the fuck that will unload my balls.
    My hips slap into his hairy globes.  Slow down, I tell myself.  Savor it.  I force myself to pull out and tongue him once more.  He passes his poppers back to me.  I take a one nostril quick sniff and know I need to breed.  Now.  Not in thirty seconds.  Right now.  I stand up and slip back into his juicy hole.
    “Give my your cum!” he groans.
    I last maybe six or eight more strokes before I blast into him.  A huge load built up over days…
    “Don’t move.   Give me every last drop…”
    I’m not going anywhere…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Every Last Drop (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October, 22, 2023
  13. FelchingPisser

    Fingering His Ass

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2023
     
    A Friday afternoon at the end of the month—and I’m bored. So, it’s off to the bookstore…
     
    I am sitting off to the side in the straight theatre.  The shaved head man (who usually works the room with his partner, both sucking as much cock as possible) approaches.  He is on his own today.  He gives me five minutes of great head—a great warm up for a busy afternoon.  Just as I feel he wants to move on, a man who has to be over 70 approached me.  He’s taken his Viagra.  I have never touched a harder cock.
    “Suck it.  Please,” he whispers.
    I take him in my mouth while the man between my legs stays in place when he sees what’s happening.  Having someone on my dick as I suck is always good.  The super hard cock does not have much staying power.  I am swallowing his load in just a few minutes.  The sucker and the suckee both go out the door together.
    Another man approaches.  He is a little younger.  His cock will not get hard.  And I keep finding lint on my tongue.  I make my excuses and leave.
    In the gay theatre I see Big Balls #1 from a few visits ago.  He is in the cocksucker’s chair and putting it to good use.  A large man with a small dick is receiving head from Big Balls.  I love watching how enthusiastic Big Balls is about cock as he sits there with his shorts and underwear around his ankles.  When he’s aware of me, he pulls his own cock out from under the long T-shirt.  It’s only semi-hard—I kneel to fix that.  My mouth gets him hard—and this seems to make him even more active with the cock in his own mouth.  The guy in Big Ball’s mouth is enjoying the show as much as the blowjob.
    I remember Big Balls likes fingers up his ass.  I spit on my middle finger and begin toying with his pucker.  This causes him to groan and slide forward slightly to give me easier access.  I don’t stop working his wide cock head with my tongue as my finger glides into his ass.  Big Balls groans.  The guy he’s blowing starts to fuck his face.  I work a second finger up him.  He groans again, around the stubby cock pummeling his face.  And now three fingers…Big Balls groans—and makes the guy shoot who’s fucking his face.  The moment the face fucker climaxes, Big Balls shoots in my mouth, too.  Perfect timing.
    The two spent men leave.  I go piss and come back to the gay theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  There is a new man here who I’ve never seen before.    He is tall, maybe 35, and wearing jeans and a plain white Tee.  His skin tone looks even darker next to the very white fabric.  He nods to me, standing by the side wall.  I nod back.
    He takes his dick out the moment I start stroking mine.  He is well hung.
    “You have me beat,” he says softly.  I would have said we had the same amount of cock—until it is in my mouth.  Now I know he’s not as big around as me—as I am not worried about my teeth on him.
    The door opens.  The guy pulls out of me and covers himself up.  A regular comes in and sits.  The guy in the white Tee moves into the back corner.  I leave my chair and kneel before him.  Now I really have a better angle to suck.   And lick his fragrant balls.  The hair is so kinky here—and profuse.  I leave his nuts very wet as I go back to his cock.
    He stops me for a second to unfasten his jeans and pull them down to his knees.  His designer jock follows.  My free left hand instantly cups his butt cheek.  It’s a lovely bubble butt.  Not particularly hairy.  My finger worms its way into his ass crack.  He inhales deeply, the moment I touch his pucker.  And his cock drools a single drop of precum on my tongue.  He groans.  I take it as an affirmative, that he wants my finger up his butt.
    And he does.  He pushes back on it, fucking himself as I hold my hand in place.  His cock is even harder now.  In moments, I am taking another load down my throat.
    I really want to give him my number so we can fuck properly, but he is out of the room, the moment I stand up and his pants are pulled up.
    I go back to the cocksucker’s seat.  The man who came in is a guy I used to fuck bare.  Now he wants a condom if we fuck.  He always strips naked here—and he is sitting there, totally nude but for socks, on the chair. 
    He sucks my cock.
    Then we reverse.  I stay in my chair and he stands, feeding me his semi hard dick.  Inspired by the work of my fingers earlier, I start playing with his ass as I suck.  He takes the middle.
    “More…” he groans.
    I add a second.  He shudders as if he is orgasming, but no ejaculate flows out of him.  But he’s done and thanks me before dressing and taking off…
    *
    I am back on the straight side.  A white guy, with crude jail house tats, is leaning against the wall, eyeing my dick.
    “You fuck?”
    I eagerly say yes.
    He hands me a Magnum before dropping his pants and bending over in front of me, using the back of a bench for support.  I roll the condom on and lube up.  I slide in. 
    The door opens.  A one-time regular, who I haven’t seen in years, comes in.  He watches and strokes his ebony cock to the fuck. 
    I fuck the tatted guy hard.  He is stroking to my fuck rhythm.  I can sense he will get off quickly—and he does—dropping a big load on the linoleum.
    “That was hot,” says the man watching.
    He sits next to me and we chat as no one else is in the room.  He tells me he was here again, for the first time since the pandemic, about a week ago.  A Hispanic guy had rimmed him.  “I’d never thought I like a tongue on my ass.  But it was good.  Do you rim?”
    I smile and tell him I have rimmed a few men…
    He drops his pants.  He bends in the same position as the guy I just fucked.  I rim his butt.  He groans.  “So much better…” he mutters.  I keep going.
    And he doesn’t let me stop.  I stand up and slap my hard cock against his ass.  He spins away from me, making it clear that a fuck isn’t happening.  I stretch my legs and do round two on his ass.  Then round three.
    My tongue is tired and I know my neck will be feeling it tonight.  I finally tell him I need to stop.  I am surprised that my engorged dick is barely even noticed by him.  He pulls up his pants and leaves.
    I stroke.
    No one is around. 
    The door opens.  I recognize the man who enters.  He’s white, likely 45 to 50 and a body that was once ripped now showing signs of neglect.  He loves my cock…
    “Sir, can you throat fuck me?”
    I nod.  I stand up as he kneels.  My cock slaps his face.
    “I’ve been eating ass and stroking,” I tell him.  “Open your mouth.”
    He does and I push into him.  He knows what he’s doing.  I hold still for a long time and let him enjoy feeling my cock in his mouth.
    “You don’t usually get my load, do you?”
    He grunts.
    I begin to face fuck him.  “You always ask for it right after I arrive.”  I pick up the pace.  “Well, not today.”
    He groans around my dick. 
    “I’ve sucked a lot of cock too.”  I fuck his mouth.  “I swallowed three loads.”
    He grunts his approval or shock.  I can’t tell.
    “I fucked a guy and ate another guy’s ass.”  I pull out and slap his cheeks again.  My cock is now coated with his deep throat slime and I leave snail trails on his cheeks.  I push back into his mouth.
    “You want my cum?”
    This grunt is definitely affirmative.  I grab and his ears and fuck without mercy.  I know he can take it.  The harder I fuck, the more he loves it.  I can see that he’s hard and straining through his pants.
    And I’m there.  “Take it,” I bark out.  “Take my cum.”  I shoot at least four volleys of seed down his throat before I’m too sensitive for his mouth.  I pull out and smear the last spurt on his face.
    He thanks me.  Profusely.
    I can’t be sure—but I think I have made him shoot in his pants…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fingering His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 18, 2023
  14. FelchingPisser

    You Just Never Know...

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bad Sex
    Near Home—September, 2023
     
    September had been a very good month for my sex life.  I had had all sorts of variety at the bookstore, the wet session with GaryM and other varied one on one sessions in my playroom.  On the last day of the month, just a couple of days after the last trip, I hurried back to the bookstore for more…
     
    I park.  A man gets out of the car next to me.  He is young, Black and hot as fuck.  His tall and lanky frame has disappeared into the store before I can get out of the car.  He is nowhere to be seen as I pay my admission.  I go into the straight theatre.  He is the back row talking to a woman.  I sit to the side and look again through the dim light.  No, he’s talking to the Latino who’s lately taken to crossdressing—and he is in full regalia tonight:  Wig, crop trop, cheerleader skirt. He hands the gorgeous guy something.
    The guy unzips.  He pulls out a cock that is Keshawn’s size.  He rolls the condom on it as the Latino bends, lubing his ass with a jar of something.  Then he adds some more.  The gorgeous guy inserts.  Roughly.  Making the Latino yelp.  He fucks into him three times.  And pulls out, taking the now full condom off his deflating dick.
    Three strokes—really. And nary a grunt as he shot.
    Both men leave.  I move to the cocksucker’s seat (which they had stood in front of) and sit.  I stroke, all by myself for a very long time.
    A man around my age comes in.  He stands next to me.  He is mid-height, white, and slightly scruffy looking.  He pulls out a six incher with a pronounced upwards curve.  He strokes as we both watch the video.  And each other.
    “You suck?”
    “Sure.”
    “Would you suck me?”
    “Sure.”
    But he makes no move to give it to me.  He just strokes.
    A little later: “You like dick in your mouth?”
    “Yes.”
    “You wanna suck my cock?”
    “If that’s what you want…”
    And once again he goes back to stroking.
    Still later: “Cocksucker?”
    “Seemingly not tonight, I’m not.”
    He turns and really looks at me.  And shoves his cock in my mouth.  It erupts.  He instantly goes super sensitive and can’t be cleaned up by tongue.  He wraps his cock in at least three tissues before stuffing it into a pair of once white undershorts, zips up and is gone.
    The Latino comes back, all feminine gear gone.  He stands next to me.
    “That was quite a cock you took,” I say.
    “It hurt.  Bad.”
    I guess it was good thing it was the shortest fuck I have ever witnessed. 
    “But it made me horny,” he contines.  He digs his uncut cock out of his fly.  “You want?”
    I shrug and take him.  He is horny.  It’s another all but instant ejaculation.
    “Now I can get home,” he sighs.  And does.
    I stroke.  Wondering why I came back tonight.
    The Spitter arrives.  He sits next to me.  He sucks me for a good 15 minutes.  I am treated to some good head and a veritable lake of spittle between my boots. 
    While I was being sucked, a hot white man, new to me, leans against the wall and watches.  He is totally bald, likely around 50 and in good shape.  He pulls out a generous dick and strokes it.  I nod to him, hoping I can suck it as The Spitter works on me. 
    He comes closer.  As The Spitter gets to his feet, the Bald man takes off.
    I stay and stroke my now very wet dick.
    Bald man returns.  He strokes.  I wonder if he will give in and let me suck it.  We stroke.  He inches over.  And once again he flees, this time as the door opens for a straight regular.
    I stroke.
    Bald man is back.  He is just as close.  He turns away from me and pulls the waistband of his pants down, revealing the top of a beautiful hairy butt. 
    Well, fuck!  I can’t believe my luck.  I stand up—and he is out the door.  I do up my pants and think he’s in the preview booths for he wants privacy.  Nope.  I go into the gay cinema.  Empty.  I head to the restroom as it is at the door to the arcade, in case he went in there.
    I wait.  But he’s gone.
    I sigh.
    I give up and go home…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: You Just Never Know... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 20, 2023
  15. FelchingPisser

    Four On the Floor

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2023
    It took a few days to get horny again after sending GaryM home with the seven loads from the devil’s dick, one fresh load and a ton of piss, all deep in his ass.  But I did.  I went to the bookstore on the next Saturday afternoon, a day on which I don’t go as often.  But I wanted to see if there were fresh faces there on a different day…
     
    I go into the straight theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  In moments, the air is electric with potential sex.  There are two men leaning against the back wall near me.  Suddenly one of them goes way down front—the usual sign of ‘I don’t want sex, I want to stroke in peace.’  But that’s not it at all.  The rather tubby man goes to his knees and begins sucking the only man in the front row of seats.
    I haul out my cock and stroke.  The remaining man on the wall, kneads his crotch as he watches the sex on the screen and in person.
    The door bangs open.  It is the man I think of as The Spitter.  He sucks really well, but he constantly spits out any precum he might have gotten from you and copious amounts of his own spittle.  He pushes into the space on the wall between me and the guy groping himself.
    “Let me suck you,” he whispers.
    I am not ready for the floor around my feet to become a lake of spittle.  I decline, telling him to check back with me later.  He goes off, back to the arcade.
    The guy on the wall is showing no signs he wants anything but to watch.  I stroke a little harder as we hear the cumshot from down in front.  Those men zip up and leave, crossing paths with another regular, the guy who can’t keep the popper bottle away from his nose.  He stands beside me, unzips and offers his semi-hard to me.  I suck the guy—more to let the Groper know I suck cock, than thinking I will get much from the man in my mouth.
    True to form, the bottle is there constantly.  He never gets very hard.  Soon, he moves around to suck me.  Now I could care less if he keeps huffing as he sucks, for he’s really good.  The man on the wall likes having sex happen next to him.  He unzips, his eyes never leaving the mouth on my cock.  He pulls out a nice sized dick.  It’s been made clear I suck, too, but he wants to just jerk to me being serviced.  In moments, he wastes a massive load on the floor.
    He leaves, passing a thick set man who is entering.  He is likely 40+, white and burly.  He’s no beauty—but he immediately pulls out a thick dick with a downward curve and sticks it in my mouth.
    “Suck my dick, cocksucker.”
    His words are loud in the theatre.  It makes the Huffer work faster on me.  The curved cock is a mouthful, but the curve makes it easier to get him down my throat.  He grunts out his pleasure as I pull off him and lick his balls.
    The Spitter comes back in the room.  I pull the Huffer off my dick and push him towards Curved Cock.  He willing gives the new dick his best effort.  The Spitter falls to his knees and sucks me down. 
    Everyone is happy to be just where they are for a long time.  Eventually, the Spitter gets to try Curved Cock and the Huffer goes back on my dick, kneeling in the lake of spittle at my boots.  He takes my full length down my throat.  He groans and his semi hard cock drools out a load into the sea of spittle on the floor.  He leaves, sticking his slimy dick into his shorts with no clean up.
    Curved Cock pulls The Spitter off his dick.  “I want to suck some myself.”
    I can’t believe my good fortune.  He kneels on the wet floor and takes me into his mouth.  He is not an accomplished cock sucker, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. The Spitter, who never feeds, goes out, leaving us alone.
    Now the two of us alternate on each other.  Back and forth.  When his knees get tired, I go back to deep throating that hot curve, kneeling myself on the wet floor.  In moments, Curved Cock stands up, brings my head with him in his meaty hands and begins to fuck my face.  I think he’s going to blow.  But he’s not quite there.
    “I hate to ask it, but could I lick your pits?”
    In a heartbeat, I stand up and strip off the army shirt with the buttoned pockets for lube.  Then the sweatshirt under it.  I raise my arm.  My right pit is especially fragrant, and he licks it like an animal in heat.  He strokes himself all the time he coats my underarm hair with his saliva.
    “You swallow, man?”
    “Of course.”
    “I want to feed you my load.”
    I kneel.  He slaps my cheeks with his leaking cock.  He strokes some more as I lick his balls again.  The smell of this nut sack is intoxicating.  Maybe hotter than his dick in my mouth.
    Without a word he rears back and sticks his cock in my mouth.  He pumps into me half a dozen times before he pulls out. His hand strokes out the load—shooting it directly into my mouth.  It tastes just like his balls smelled…and I shoot between his boots before I clean him up…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Four on the Floor (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 16, 2023
  16. FelchingPisser

    The Pissing of GaryM

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—September, 2023
     
    It was a given that GaryM, after our first hot session, would return to the playroom.  I think both of us were surprised that it happened quite so fast after the first.  But we were both horned and eager to try more.  We chatted a little by email about what direction we would like to take things.  Many fetish ideas were discussed, but I couldn’t get out of my head how I really wanted to wet his hole with piss before a long rim session…
     
    GaryM arrives.  The nervousness he felt last time is now under control.  He is eager to get downstairs—and I am fine with that, as I have been tanking up for his arrival.  He strips down and kneels on the hard concrete floor, the eagerness to get to get my cock in his mouth overriding the comfort of the padded floor just a few inches away.  He inhales, his nose pressed against my jock pouch.  I have gotten the very used jock out of its baggie, still smelling mostly of Keshawn.  I hadn’t gotten it in the mail yet, so a wet session with GaryM will be a bonus for my Jockstrap Bud.
    GaryM sighs—and then groans as I tell him that the jock pouch had been pushed up Keshawn’s cummy ass.  He tongues it, making it wet and even more fragrant.  My cock is now poking out the side.  I pull away slightly, and guide the head of my prick into his mouth.  He takes me hungrily, tonguing my dripping piss slit.  He stays there a long time before swallowing down most of shaft.  He chokes slightly and pulls back before taking my entire length on the next try.
    I let him set his own pace with the cocksucking.  He’s really good and I just close my eyes and let him go to town.  I remember my full bladder.  I have to concentrate, but I spurt out a splash of piss.  GaryM’s groan of surprise (and lust) is music to my ears.  He stops the deep throat action and licks my entire shaft to clean it up.
    “Get up on the bench.”  He gets up and assumes the position.  In the mirror to the side of the bench, he watches me kneel and begin to rim his hole.  My tongue loves the fact that this ass lips are already slightly swollen.  I suck on them for a long time before I stand up and piss on them.  GaryM groans and I get back on my knees and clean up his dripping mancunt.  I stand up and rub my cockhead on his hole.  His ass is so ready for the invader.  I push in.  The head pops through his sphincter.  I try to pause, but I feel drawn in.  In seconds, the entire shaft of my cock is inside him.  GaryM begins to squeeze, milking my cock, before I even begin the fuck.
    I start a slow, languid, in and out.  GaryM moans softly.  “Fuck me…”
    I build the tempo up.  Faster than I mean to—I can’t help it.  I am slamming into him.  Over and over, breathing a little hard.  And, abruptly, I pull out and piss all over his ass crack.  The moment the stream lets up, I go to my knees and slurp it up.  Noisily.  I stand and rub my cock up and down the still wet crack.  I take it to his mouth.  He groans again and begins tasting his juices and my piss smeared all over my cock. 
    “Get my balls too, they’re covered.”
    He happily obliges before I go back and fuck him again and again…
    *
    We move to the sling.  But I’m in it, not him.  I really want him to rim me every bit as much as I know he wants to do it.  I keep my legs up on the chains and watch him kneel, loving the hunger in his eyes.  He starts slowly, with light licks on my balls, and then trails down to my hole.  He burrows in—and I uncap the poppers I use only for moments like this.  His tongue suddenly feels like it is everywhere.  I am floating above the sling and letting him do what he seemingly loves best— to bury his tongue in man’s ass.
    I have encouraged him to piss on my crack, but that doesn’t happen this time.  But neither of us care, he drills into me one moment, before going back to the gentlest tonguing of me. 
    “Let me taste my ass on your tongue.”
    He obediently stands up, leans across me and lets me savor my own flavor in a long, sloppy kiss.  He kneels again and burrows into me.  I stop stroking and concentrate on trying to piss.  And I can—spurting up in the air like a fountain before it rains down on my cock and balls and sluices down my hairy ass crack to GaryM’s eager tongue.  He collects it all, swallowing it down.  Does he bring some of my piss to my mouth?  Perhaps.  I am so lost in the moment (and the poppers) I cannot recall…
    *
    Eventually we change places.  I give him a long ‘thank you’ rimming before a lot of fucking.  I try to keep it slow, but my hips take over.  I end up giving him a fast and furious fuck.
    But our minds are on our tongues and the other’s ass.  I pull out the rimseat.  He goes under it first.  I sit and let the seat open my hole a little more for him.  He licks and spits and drills into me, doing all the things I have done to countless men.
    I stand up.  He is surprised, I think.  I hadn’t sat there for very long at all.  I grab the extra mug I have brought down for water.  I piss in it.  I lean into the sling and pour it down my ass crack.  I bring the dripping ass to his mouth.  GaryM pigs out.  He can’t get enough.  His tongue is everywhere, catching every drop of piss he can find.
    We reverse.  He sits on my face.  I can now get even deeper into his well-fucked hole.  His juices make my cock as hard as it’s ever been.  I am constantly jerking and working my precum over my shaft.  GaryM suggests he ride me for a moment.  He gets up and settles down on my cock.  It’s slightly awkward, but the reward of his freshly fucked ass on my tongue is worth it.  I savor all the ass slime dripping out of him.
    We take a break.
    But my cock wants more ass.  We go to the sling.  The moment I get his feet in the stirrups, I slip into his hole.  I fuck him hard.  I fuck him slow.  And, just as I am about to speed up again, I realize that I can piss.  I slow down.  I stop.  My cock head swells…
    “Can you feel it?”
    He can’t for a moment—and then the unmistakable warmth fills his ass channel.
    “Fuck…” he croons.
    I am giving him my entire bladder.  I always try to do just spurts when I’m in the playroom, as keeping some in reserve lets me piss more often in the scene.  But not now.  I just empty myself into him.  All of it.  His ass, hot before, is now even hotter.  I begin fucking, churning my piss deep in his guts.
    “You want to feed it to me?”
    Of course he does.  We go back to the rimseat.  I lie down and he sits on my face.  My tongue pokes into him.  I get the tiniest dribble.  I keep doing it, knowing that the deluge will come with a little more prodding.  But no.  GaryM is not giving it back to me.  But the idea of getting an avalanche of piss in my mouth any moment is making my cock work overtime. 
    I know I need to breed.  I tap him on his thighs and tell him to stand.  We get him into the sling.  I actually rim a little more, as I stroke my cock.  I am so damn close to shooting.  I stand up and slide into his ass.  I can feel the piss he is retaining and fuck into it.
    And I am there.  I fire round after round into his ass.  My cum mixing in with my piss…
    *
    I am told that he got home (2+ hours of driving) without leaking a drop.  He couldn’t wait to masturbate as his cock had not cooperated at my house.  His climax came fast which caused him to unleash all the hidden juices in his ass…
    I am proud to say that he told me he tasted the heady mix of piss, ass jizz and cum…and loved it!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Pissing of GaryM (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 10, 2023
    *********
    And there's more....My next post:  How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick?
     
    Sitting in My Out of State Motel Room—October, 2023
     
    About three hours after I sat down and rather quickly wrote up the last post, I literally dropped the pen I was using at this new work gig.  I realized I had not mentioned one of the highlights of the play with GaryM.  I was more than a little dumbfounded that I could forget it.
    I make a lot of notes after bookstore or group play: types of men, what I did, the usual where, what and who.  I don’t take as many notes after a playroom session.  It is more controlled.  There is usually just one person.  I may make a note of what toys came out or that I have a picture or six on my phone.  With GaryM, I was so sated (and tired in the best possible way!!) after our wet session, I made no notes at all.  After all, I am now recording things that happened just three weeks ago—why would I need any aides in remembering?
    I guess it doesn’t matter why I forgot, but it does, perhaps matter what it was that I forgot.  During the sling fuck, I excused myself and went upstairs to the freezer.  I brought down the devil’s dick I had been working on over the last two weeks. (And mentioned in a couple of posts.)  I slipped the condom with about seven frozen loads out of the shot glass.  GaryM was eager for that very cold nugget of cum to be in his ass—and perhaps slightly apprehensive.   I will let him describe it—from an email of his, wondering why I hadn’t included it:
    “Once again you most definitely caught the essence of our playdate. I hope your readers understand how the addition of piss to the play can really bring out the animal in each of us as it did for me. Another level of intensity.
    But I couldn't believe you neglected to mention the devil's dick. Was there a reason or did it just slip your mind?
    I just know when you shoved that ice cold cum into that furnace I call my hole, it was mind blowing. How quickly it melted and how very different your cock felt as you fucked me in that silky cum. That and the total mind fuck of knowing it was several loads of cum. Then you added your piss and I truly lost my mind in all the sensations. My only regret was that I couldn't feed it all back to you under that rim seat. When that floodgate finally opened later that day and I saw all that cum, piss and ass slime I only wish we could have shared it. You would have loved it.”
     
    And it really was great to fuck in my melting cum.  It’s fantastic to fuck in anyone’s cum you may find in hot hole, but to feel the drip of the melting semen, returning to its viscid state, is mind blowing.  And this one still tasted like cum—no freezer burn!  I shared it off my dick for GaryM to lap up—and of course I sampled some as I rimmed him.
    I added the piss up his ass deliberately to make sure that I would be drinking it as he sat on the rimseat, but his ass was not about to let the heady mixture go.  I actually am rather happy he took it all home and had fun with it when he finally was able to get himself off.
    I apologize to my readers and GaryM—I wish that it had been written up in its proper place.   Maybe I will edit it into the post…or maybe I will leave it as it stands to remind me to take more notes…
     
    The post is here, with pictures:  From My Side of the Sling: How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick? (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 12, 2023
     
  17. FelchingPisser

    Big Balls

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2023
    I did one more trip to the bookstore, a few days after seeing Kieran.  I had gotten rid of the blue balls by jerking for the devil’s dick, but I wanted a really good mouth or ass (or both!) to make me cum.  It suddenly felt that it had been quite some time since that had happened...
     
    I am in the straight theatre.  A bigger white guy is in the cocksucker’s seat.  On his phone.  I sit along the side wall.  A couple of men are also in here, but they don’t stay long.  I stroke for a bit then look back at the guy just as he puts his phone away.  He was a very long, bushy beard and a big bear body.  Likely mid-40’s.  He undoes his jeans as I watch.  A thick, but not long cock emerges.  Hard.  He strokes it.
    There is a cum shot in the video.  I turn and look at the screen.  Moments later I feel the man at my shoulder.  “Let me suck that for you,” he whispers.   I take my hand away for my wet cock.  He moves around and kneels.  He has a big mouth—and no gag reflex.  He gives me great head.  Until he adds his hand.  It squeezes my shaft so tightly as his mouth stays on my cockhead with his busy tongue.
    “You can lose the hand.  You don’t need it.”
    He let’s go.  He goes back to working the whole shaft.  But when he stops sucking, he grabs my cock again.  Vice like.  As if I was trying to leave.  I actually let out an “Ouch!”  He let’s go and stands up.
    “Knees are bad,” he grunts.  He shows me his cock.  It is thick, and about five inches long.  And his balls are enormous.  I lean in and suck his cock for a moment, but then I slip off the chair to my knees to tongue his massive ball sack.  He groans and strokes his cock furiously.  My left hand strays to his ass crack.  Instinctively, I work my index finger up his ass.  His moans increase.  Obviously, I am doing the right thing.
    We go back and forth with each other for quite some time.  I can never quite cure him from holding onto me with a death grip.  After 20 minutes or so, when it is obvious neither of us will be cumming yet, he goes back to his seat.
    I go to the gay theatre.  There is only one man here, unusual for this time on a Sunday.  He is a rather average looking, bigger white man in his late 40’s.  He opens his fly the moment I sit down.  Soon he is crawling across the floor to suck me.  Which he does quite well, if not with the expertise of the bearded man with the big balls.
    When his knees get tired, he stands up.  His cock, which he’s been jerking as he sucked me, is average in size.  But his balls are every bit as big as the bearded guy.  I smile, lean forward and begin licking them.  He groans, unused to the pleasure of someone tonguing them as he continues to stroke his cock.
    “That…feels great…” he pants.
    I suck him a little, too, but I am all about his balls.  They are so big, I could never suck them into my mouth—so I don’t even try.  I just lick them and under them and back to the hairy sacks. 
    “I’m going to shoot!” he says in wonder.  I take his cock into my mouth just in time.  The size of his load matches the size of his testicles.  He shoots what feels like gallons of cum down my throat.  He lets me clean him up and all but staggers out of the room—the orgasm having left him weak kneed.
    I go back to the straight side.  Big Balls #1 is getting a blown by a man with a long grey beard.  I have never bothered to mention the sucker, though he is a regular.  His thing is never to suck the same cock twice.  (He spends a lot of his time here out in the parking lot, listening to the radio.)  He stays on the floor a long time—and finally gets Big Balls #1 off by sticking two fingers up his ass as he sucks…
    *
    The Latino, who has suddenly started cross dressing, asks me to condom up and fuck him.  He has only male attire on today, no lacy crop top hidden by a flannel shirt or cheerleader skirt under his Wranglers.  I latex up and fuck him bent over, his hands grabbing the back of a chair in front of him. 
    The door opens.  A Black man, I haven’t seen since the pandemic, comes in.  We used to spend hours together when this place was open until 1am, trading off on sucking each other.  His once black hair is now a beautiful silver.  He nods at me and takes out his long slender cock and feeds it to the Latino.
    I have never seen the Latino get spit roasted.  Actually, I have never seen him suck cock.  But he loves the idea today of two dicks in him at the same time.  He grabs his own stubby uncut one and jerks it. 
    He can’t last.  The scene is too much for him.  He shoots a load on the floor.  I so wish I was in him raw—I would have shot myself, but I am nowhere close with a condom on. 
    My old suck buddy and I share the cocksucker’s seat.  We talk—catching up a little, though we know nothing really about each other except from here.  Eventually he sucks me a little, which makes his dick get very hard.  We reverse.  At first, he’s all about my mouth, but as I keep working, he gets softer and softer.  He apologizes and says he has begun having erection issues.
    We watch the movie.  A man arrives.  I go back to the floor.  The newcomer is sucked by my buddy.  Having a dick in his mouth keeps him hard.  He deflates as soon as the guy pulls out and leaves.
    We chat about the video.  About my new work life.
    A man arrives who I recognize from this place.  In the past he has campaigned for me to come to his house…but I know it would not be worth the drive.  And today he proves it again.  He chooses me to suck him.  The moment his cock is in my mouth, he huffs poppers.  Six seconds later he spews out his cum.  Nice load, but not for even 15 minutes in the car to his house…
    He leaves. 
    Silver Hair wanders off soon after. 
    I go looking in the gay theatre and find no one.  It has cleared out very fast this afternoon.
    I wait.
    No one.
    Once again, I go home and stroke one out for the devil’s dick…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Big Balls (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 6, 2023
  18. FelchingPisser

    Kieran Asks For More

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—September, 2023
     
    Kieran sent me a text.  He wanted to suck my cock.  And get pounded.  He is the bearded married man I met at the bookstore—and who has had two sessions in the playroom.   Those had given him just what he needed and he wanted more. 
    He had actually been asking to come over once a week since the last time.  For a variety of reasons, I couldn’t say yes to all the requests, but I did now, in the middle of September.  I knew I was going into a work gig, so this would be a good way to empty those blue balls from the trip to the bookstore I detailed in the last post…
     
    I am naked but for my yellow jock and boots.  (Yes, this jock is actually dyed yellow, not one that I have turned yellow.)  I am watching Kieran get out of his clothes.  Now fully naked but for socks, this hairy bear comes over to the bed.  He sits and leans into my crotch.  He inhales deeply and his fingers pull the fabric away from my hardening dick.  He takes my semi hard cock to the root, his full beard brushing against my balls.  I harden up in his mouth.  To the point it actually hurts.  I pull away and stand up, giving him a better angle to use his considerable oral talents.
    Kieran sits up and once again he takes my fully erect dick to the root.  He doesn’t choke—but when he pulls off me there are stings of deep throat spit.  His fingers catch them and he twirls them around my shaft before taking me into his mouth again.  All the way down—and this time when he pulls off me, he keeps my cockhead in his mouth.  His tongue is busy in my piss slit.  I can feel my precum ooze onto his tongue.
    I close my eyes and just let him go to work on my cock and balls.  And he does—getting them dripping wet and ready for more.  When I finally open my eyes, I see his thick cock head is juicing from what he has been doing to me.  I lean down and lick him clean and then spend a few moments sucking his cock.  But I want to lick his ass—and I tell him so.
    Without being told, he goes to the bench.  His full, hairy ass is right there for me—I kneel and begin to lick it.  He groans.  He turns his head slightly so he can watch me in the mirror as I stoke myself and eat him out. 
    “Fuck me with that big dick,” he groans.
    I ignore him and keep eating his hole.  It’s so good to be in an ass after all the cock from the bookstore.  I don’t want to rush it—I want to savor the opening of his tight pucker and all the hair becoming matted and wet.  I keep going.  And going.
    I stand up.  I am now rampant, not just hard.  My cockhead pushes against his spit covered hole.  He takes a breath and I slide in.
    “Yes...” he hisses.  “Fuck…”
    I take him at his word.  Slow and languid.  Getting him used to my length once again.
    “I really need this,” he grunts out.
    “So do I.” 
    I pick up the pace.  His eyes go to the mirror in front of him.  He lifts his head slightly so he can see my thin frame standing behind him, drilling into his ass.  He can’t see my cock with this mirror, but he can sure feel it.  He is moaning constantly as the thrusts get more and more intense. 
    I stop.  Suddenly.  I pull out and bring my dick to his mouth.  This married man is a pig.  He loves ass to mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly. And asks for more after the next fuck round.
    I fuck.  I let him clean me.  Twice more.  Then I fuck him, pull out and lie on the bed.
    “Clean me up here—between my legs.”
    He crawls into place.  He savors taking my cock, slimy with his ass jizz, deep into his throat.  He cleans me of every drop—jerking himself as he does it.
    “Let’s go to the sling.”
    He is getting the hang of getting into it now, with much more ease than before.  I get his legs in the stirrups—and begin eating his ass again.  I hear him moan—and stroke his cock some more.  I stand up and begin to fuck.  His eyes go to the mirror.  Today the sight of me seems to be driving him crazy.  He jerks harder as he watches my cock plow into him.
    I slow the fuck and pull out.  I want to taste his juicy ass once more.  I rim him.  My tongue reaching as deeply into him as I can get.  I stand up and slide into the slippery hole.  I begin a blistering fuck.  His hand on his cock matches my stroke…
    “Fuck!”
    And he is shooting.  All over his hairy chest.  I mop some of his jizz up with my hand and taste it.  My fingers find more and slime it onto my prick.  I fuck it into him.  Telling him just where his cum is going.  His eyes are shut tightly.  And I can see it on his face before he says it…
    “I don’t think I can take any more…after I shoot.”
    I pull out.  He becomes all apologetic.  I tell him I take it as a compliment. 
    And a part of me does…but it has just made my blue balls ache more.
    Kieran dresses and leaves, choosing not to shower, taking the smell of our sex home with him.
    I go to the freezer, find the current devil’s dick, and jerk out a massive load into the condom lined shot glass.
    At least my load will be put to good use…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Asks for More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 4, 2023
  19. FelchingPisser

    IML 2023: Toy Play & The Horse Market

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2023
    I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump.  Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night.  I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares.
    But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town.  He was fine with me not wanting to use my dick.  He’d bring toys and I had my hands.   He arrived before the motel filled up the rest of the way for the weekend.  He brought with him three beautiful Square Peg copper-colored toys, lube and some pads to protect the bed and carpet.
    We started with him on all fours.  I used all three of the superbly crafted toys on him before I switched to my hands.
    Then we took a break.  He flipped to his back and we did it all again.  An almost two-hour session.
    Somehow with my dick out of play, I don’t think this meet needs a play by play.  But it was a great way for me to have some action during the day—and still keep my cock wanting all that ass that night.  And it’s always good to see Evan…
     
    Chicago—May, 2023
    After Evan left, I cleaned up, ate an early dinner and went to the venue for check in at 6pm.  It is an art gallery located between Boystown downtown and the gay bars on the north side.  It is always odd to stand around with the other tops waiting to go in.  But this time, being in a city I know well, I knew three of them from other events in Chicago.  I also saw a man I recognized from the Horse Market in Cleveland in April.  There was one more man I knew, Eric, who had been in the two porn videos I shot here during IML’s past.
    We were finally ushered in and stripped down in the room. 
    PIC
    (Just today HMSF published the newsletter about this event and used this picture.  I hope he is fine with me showing off the space, too, saving a lot of words.)
    It was more compact than the space in Cleveland, but that’s not a bad thing.  It would make the mares kneel closer together on the tables.  I was sure we’d be slipping into one from another, that much easier.  I stripped down and added my chaps and harness.  (It is a leather weekend, after all!) and checked my bag of clothes.  I got my picture taken with my assigned number on a wrist band held next to the bulge in my jock.
    And we waited.  Finally, we were led out of the room so the mares could be let in.  We waited in a stairwell—men feeling themselves up to make sure that their cock was starting to pump blood.  We were let in…
     
    It is a breathtaking sight to see so many naked or jocked (and hooded!) men offering their asses to you.  I would guess there are 30 or so mares presenting themselves to us.  All but one has a red hood—meaning they want it bareback.  It looks like there are a few more stallions; some are waiting their turn to get into a man.  I find a lovely round and hairy white butt in the air.  I kneel and rim him.  He groans, joining the moans and groans of all the other mares—and a good number of stallions, too.  I finally feel like I have opened his tight ass enough to get in.  I tell him this is a big one to start—and inch into him.  He yelps—but relaxes with some poppers.  I fuck him slow—then hard.  He thanks me and I move on.
    An ebony ass next.  Dark skin and jet black hair in the crack.  I spread his full cheeks apart. His ass lips are already puffy.  I have seen three guys use him already.  I rim him.  He babbles a running stream of ‘fucks!’  His ass is juicy—a natural luber—and I stay on my knees a long time.  Finally, I fuck him.  “Now that’s a cock,” he groans.  He squeezes down on me.  I sigh.  I fuck him for a long time—and return countless times to him in the next few hours…
    *
    It's hot and airless in here now.  I rather wish I had not worn my leather. 
    I have fucked big bears in slings.  And one on the bench.
    I railed two otters who were kissing each other and moaning into the other’s mouth—as another top and I traded off on them.  Back and forth we went in their holes. 
    There have been a few very subby men who barely whimper—and just take it.
    I now have three favorites…The Black man I mentioned early on, and two men in slings.  One is a bear.  He seems to be a load magnet.  Men are always fucking him and seem to lose control and give him their seed.  He encourages me to always churn the cum and push it deeper into him.  I do.   Again and again as the night wears on.
    The other is a young furry man in the opposite sling.  He is young and lithe with a nice chest and a hole that will not let go of any cock in it.  I stand by his head, my cock, covered in cum from his ass, is in his mouth as he takes a younger top.  The top explodes inside.  I move around to felch.  He begs me to snowball it to him.  I do, drop by drop.  He is so turned on, his cock erects inside his blue jock.  I fuck him again—and promise I will be back.
    *
    It is late.  I go to the sling with the bear.  I have decided I want to load him.  He has not had as many as the young guy, so I want to help even things out for him.  But he gone.  The sling is empty.
    I go to the young man.  He is being pounded by first one then another of two guys that I have seen work in tandem all evening.  The first guy, on round two, loses it.  He cums.  The other guy drives into the slippery mess.  I stand to the side—waiting and stroking.  They leave.  I go to my knees and begin to felch.
    “You’re here—perfect timing,” the otter groans.  “Feed them to me?”
    I make myself stand up.  I lean across him and kiss him with the mouthful of jizz.  No dripping into his open mouth this time.  Our tongues collide, pushing the creamy mess back and forth in our mouths.  He groans.  I feel his hard cock press against my own.  I go back and eat a little more.  We repeat the kiss.  We are both damned hungry for each other.
    I need to breed.  I slip into him.  I have swallowed and shared a lot of cum—but he is still creamy inside.  I love the wet sloshing sound I make as I fuck.
    And I’m there.  I shoot a replacement load for what we’ve eaten out of him.  I bend to kiss him again.  We hold like that for a long time.  My dick will not go down.
    “Let me clean it,” he murmurs.
    I go down and felch my own load for a moment.  I share it with the otter.  He swallows hungrily. And only then do I let him clean my cock. 
    “You are still really hard.  Fuck me.”
    I do.
    And I actually can give him a second load!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Toy Play (and an Update) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 5, 2023
    And Here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 6, 2023
  20. FelchingPisser

    Trying to Find Relief

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2023
     
    The next morning, after giving Jaylen just one spurt of jizz, I was horned.  It’s lucky I can piss with a hardon, for it was not going down on my first early morning trip to the bathroom.  I showered, ate breakfast and published the Folsom hot dog picture on the blog.  By noon, I knew that I would be headed to the bookstore—even though a Tuesday afternoon was not a prime time.
     
    The parking lot surprises me—it is almost half full.  I pay my admission.  The cashier no longer needs to ask what I want, she just rings me up for the theatres the moment she sees me.  I walk into the straight cinema.   A hot looking Black man, around 30 years old and beefy, is being given a blow job by a white man with a shaved head, who looks around 10 years younger than myself.  They don’t even pause as the opening of the door interrupts them.
    There are maybe four other men in the room.  Two older men are leaning against the wall and jerking to the blow job.  I go sit in my usual seat on the side, when I can’t get the seat on the back wall corner.  I haul out my hard dick.
    Instantly, one of the men from the back wall comes up to me.  He stands at my shoulder and leans over, hefting my penis.  I am hoping for a good blow job.  He stands back up and offers me his tiny dick to suck.
    “I know you like cum,” he hisses.
    And he gives it to me, almost the moment my lips touch his cock.  He moans and lets me clean his cock.  This emboldens the other man standing at the back.  He comes to me and offers me an only slightly bigger dick to suck.  “Do me like that,” he whispers.  I don’t know if he means the man just before him in my mouth or like the oral sex happening on the screen.  This guy spends maybe 75 seconds in my mouth before he blows a load in it.  This guy is smoker—and his cum reeks of it.
    As he pulls out of my mouth, (he gets no clean up from me) the Black guy orgasms in the back corner.  He holds the shaved head that has given him so much pleasure in place, letting his dick soften in the guy’s mouth.  Shaved Head offers him a wet wipe from the packet he’s placed on the cocksucker’s seat.  The guy uses it, wiping his cock quickly, before shoving it into his boxer briefs.  He leaves.  Shaved Head goes too, after a few moments.
    I move to the cocksucker’s seat.  But the other two men in the room have no interest in me.  I stroke.  The movie proves to be good—a hot man really taking his pleasure on the submissive woman.  I stroke until the movie ends.  I push my cock into my pants, buttoning up just enough so it won’t spill out, and go next door.
    Shaved Head is here with another dick in his mouth.  It belongs to a regular—a white guy around my age.  I watch them—and the movie.
    I hear a sound behind me.  A guy was in the dark corner behind the door.  He comes down next to me.  He is likely 40-ish, white, and in decent shape.  He bends down and gives my cock a few jerks—a little too tight and a little too hard.
    “Why don’t you suck it?” I suggest.
    “Suck me first.” 
    His dick has been hidden in his fly.  It is a good, uncut six incher.  I love the foreskin—and having to really work it back with my tongue. 
    “Fuck, yeah,” he groans.  He is juicing now, a lot of precum.  I keep swallowing.  In another minute he shoots.  I swallow his rather sweet load, which is likely even sweeter after the rancid smoker.
    “Sorry, but I’m done,” he says as I release his thoroughly cleaned cock.  He reaches and gives my unsucked cock another tight squeeze, assuming that feels good.  He leaves.
    Shaved Head gets another load down his throat as the door bangs.  His guy leaves quickly, too.  I look at SH, hoping he will see my blatant need for a good mouth.  He nods to me and goes out of the room.
    I stroke.  A long time.
    A regular from here arrives.  He sits across the room from me and pulls out a thicker uncut cock.  He’s just pushing 40, Latin and has never, in my presence, done anything but offer his dick to be sucked.  I am pretty sure I won’t find any relief from him.  We both stroke to the video.  Finally, he stands up.
    “Do me?”
    I nod.  He has a nice cock, and I know his balls are always full.  He gives me a load timed to the man on the screen unloading all over some young man’s ass hole.  The Latin is too sensitive for me to do any clean up.  He thanks me and leaves.
    I stroke.
    The movie changes.  And it’s horrid:  one of those where the director is quizzing the participants before the sex.  And the interview is going on forever.  I button up and go next door.
    Shaved head is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  Stroking his own cock.  His pants are around his ankles.  I move over and offer him my dripping dick.
    “I really need to get out of here.  Can you do me?”
    I sigh.  But what the hell.  He has a nice cock—and he has certainly sucked me off in the past.  I kneel.  He is right on the edge.  I spend no more than two minutes using my lips and tongue on him.  He gives me a nice load.  He lets me clean his cock but still uses his wet wipes.
    I sit, alone now, in the theatre.  If he’d taken any longer to reach orgasm, I might have shot along with him.  I think about standing up and coating the linoleum.  But it feels like a waste. 
    I wait for 15 minutes.  Not a soul is left in the place.  I go home, a little blue balled, but feeling more than a little pervy for swallowing five loads…
     
    The original post it here:  From My Side of the Sling: Trying to Find Relief (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 2, 2023
  21. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—September, 2023
     
    Jaylen sent me a text at the top of the month.  (He was the college age young man I met in July at his apartment.  He had never had a cock in his ass as large as mine..)
    In his text he told me he wanted to take me up on my offer to have sex in the playroom.  Jaylen felt comfortable enough, after our first fuck, to be a little more adventurous.  We settled on a day where he knew he’d be off from work. 
    On that Monday afternoon, I got the water out and the towels under the equipment.  I put fairly generic porn on the television.  I didn’t need him put off by piss or fisting or gangbangs.  As I hit play, the doorbell rang…
     
    He looks good.  Nervous perhaps.  His hand is constantly adjusting his long hair to keep it out of his face.  Jaylen goes into the bathroom to double check his clean out and I use the time to strip.  I am guessing he will be more comfortable in the playroom and stripping off with me there.
    We go down.  His eyes get very large when he sees the set up.
    “Have you ever been in a sling before?”
    “Never.”
    He is shedding his clothes fast.  His body is very white—no sun exposure at all this summer.  His hair is just as long or longer than when we first met.  He leaves on a blue jock.  I am leaning against the fuck bench.  My cock is hardening, thinking about what I want to do to him.
    “Come over here and suck my cock.”
    Jaylen obediently kneels on the padded floor in front of me.  He swings his hair out of the way and takes me into his mouth.  He slowly works down the shaft—but chokes on the last three inches.  He pulls off me, takes a deep breath and does it again.  I can see his cock getting hard in his jock pouch.  Each time he chokes on me, the pouch gets a little wetter with his precum.
    I stand up, grab the sides of his head and do a shallow face fuck.  He moans around my invading prick.  I pause—and do it again, just before he has his breathing under control.
    I pull out.
    “That is so hot…” he murmurs.
    I tap his cheek with my wet cockhead.  I don’t know if he’s ready for a cock slap.  He ovals and I fuck his face again—slightly harder and, right at the end, slightly deeper.  He still chokes—but less so.
    “You sat on me last time, to get me in you.  Do you want to do that again?  Or can I tease you open with my tongue?”
    He is all about trying my tongue.  I suggest the sling as I think he will be more comfortable there than the bench.  The sling is hung high, so my legs don’t need to bend too much and tire them as I fuck.  Jaylen is tall enough to get his ass on the edge of the sling, but it’s a slight production to get him into it.  I end up attaching a chain to the upper cross piece, giving him something to hold on to as he sits and rolls back onto the leather.  I tell him to pull himself down so his ass hangs over the edge.  He manages—and it puts his head right where it should be, fully supported.  The moment I rest his legs in the stirrups, he breathes easier.
    I kneel.  I pull his generous mounds of ass apart a little more.  I lick up and down his crack.  He sighs.  I zero in on his hole.  It takes some work—but soon he has relaxed his hole with the constant lapping of my tongue.  I lube my cock up as I drill into him one last time.
    I stand up.  I say something about the first time we met.  My cockhead slips into him before he knows it.  His eyes widen as he realizes that I actually have several inches already in him.  I hold a moment.  He relaxes and I glide home—my full pubes grinding against his ass.
    I fuck him—slowly, with long smooth strokes.  I wait for him to tell me to fuck him harder.  Eventually he does.  I let myself go, rattling the chains on the sling.  Jaylen takes it—panting and proud of himself.
    “I love the sling,” he groans out as I slow the fuck.
    I grin, pull out and surprise him by eating his juicy hole again.  Jaylen has just realized there is a mirror above him.  He can’t take his eyes off it—seeing himself be used first by my tongue and then by my dick.  “It looks even bigger in the mirror.”
    I am back up him—fucking him hard.  The sounds of his wet ass welcoming my cock fills the small room.
    I ask if he’d like to stretch his legs.  He would.  I help him out.  I think he thinks I am taking him to the bench, but I turn him and bend him over, chest to the sling.  He instinctively reaches up and grabs the D rings that hold the sling in place.  He looks super-hot, bent over for cock.  I tell him so.  I grab his hips and push into his wet hole.  He groans and looks up in front of him.  There is mirror there too.  He can’t see everything—but he can see my expression as I use his ass.  “I feel like such a slut.  Fuck me!”
    I eventually pull out.  We move to the bench.  He gets in place on it, his ass at the perfect height for me.  This time I don’t eat him out.  I just fuck him.  And then I do the pig test—will he suck my cock right out of his hole?  I bring it to his face.  He doesn’t even hesitate.  He takes as much of me as he can into his mouth.  Moaning all the while.
    I go back and fuck him again.
    “Sling or bed?” I ask.
    “Sling, please.  I love it.”
    He gets in much easier this time.  I treat him to a lengthy rim session.  He is groaning.  He pulls his cock out of the jock pouch and strokes it to my tonguing. 
    I try the eggheaded dildo.  The head is just too big.  But it makes him even more eager for my cock.  I stand up and fuck.
    “I am getting close…” he moans.  “If I cum…”
    “Go ahead.”
    “Are you close?” he pants.  “I want you to breed me.”
    I assure him I am, though I am not as close as I’d like, but I can see his cock is going to explode no matter what I say.  I fuck him harder.  “Shoot your load, man.  I want to put some of your cum inside you.”
    That does it.  His ass spasms and he begins to fire out blast after blast of jizz.  The tightening of his ass, actually makes me shoot that first involuntary shot of cum.  Leaving me still hard and horny.  His chest and stomach are awash with cum.  I mop some up and coat my cock with it.
    “Your cum in your ass,” I bark out.  I fuck it into him. Still imbedded in his hole, I am able to lean over and lick up a lot of the sticky mess.
    His breathing returns to normal, slowly.
    “Did you get off?”
    I nod, not totally lying as I shot that first round.  I go to my knees and begin to lick out our mixed loads…
     
    The original post, with a link to Jaylen's first time, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "It Looks Even Bigger in the Mirror" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 30, 2023
  22. FelchingPisser

    "Come Suck This Dick!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2023
     
    By the next Saturday, I was back at the same bookstore.
     
    I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  The door keeps opening.  Men look in and leave.  Or stay a few seconds and leave.  Everyone is restless this afternoon.  I have learned that I have better luck by staying in one place and letting men find me.
    I stroke. 
    In just a few minutes, the man who took half my cock up his ass, and swore I was in him to the root, comes in.  He is mid 30’s, and always better dressed than most of us here.  He stands next to me and pulls his long, thin cock out.  It is the color of pale chocolate.  He strokes it for a moment, then turns, offering it to me to suck.  I take the head in my mouth and let my tongue do all the work.  I lick and suck and inch down his cock.  I kind of wish he’d fuck my face—but that’s not his style.  I finally pull off and stroke his shaft as my tongue nuzzles the kinky hair on his balls.  He sighs.  And moans. 
    “I’ve shot too many times today,” he tells me, when he finally pulls out of my mouth and puts his cock away.  He grins and leaves.
    A man I haven’t seen here in ages comes in.  He is also a very light toned Black man.  He sits next to me.  I think he’s going to suck my dick.  He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  Underwear is shoved down, too.  He leans on the back of the seat in front of me, arching his back—which all but thrusts his ass in my face.
    “Please rim me, just like you used to…”
    I go to my knees.  I can’t believe he’s doing this—in a place where others may walk in.  I remember doing this to him back before covid—when this place stayed open after midnight.  Even with no traffic in the gay cinema at that hour, he would insist we move to the darkest corner possible.
    Not today.  His hot ass is on display for all to see.  I go to work, tongue drilling into him.  He moans and tells me how he loves it.  I lick and spit.  The only down side to this is I know he won’t let me fuck him.
    The door opens.  I expect him to pull away and sit down.  Instead, he grinds his butt onto my goatee, moaning louder.  Showing off. 
    I pull back and spit twice into his hole before drilling into him again.  The new guy, who I can’t really see, pulls out his dick and jerks to the scene.  At one point he offers the rimmee his cock, but that’s not what he wants.  He wants my tongue—and to let everyone see me use his ass.
    I need a break.  I stand up and slap my cock on his beautifully rounded ass cheek.  This makes him stand up—pulling away.
    “Eat me some more.”
    I go back down and do just that.  I hold onto his hips and work my tongue into his hole as deeply as I can.  We do this for at least two scenes in the movie—so a good 40 minutes.  Finally, he sits next to me.
    “You wanna suck me?”  I ask.
    “Not today…”
    Instead, he starts acting as my pimp.  “Come suck this dick.”  He’s looking at a young white guy, who is standing next to me, salivating.  He kneels.  The best I can say is that this guy is eager, but not skilled.  I ask him to stop.
    My pimp refuses one of my regulars (who is older).    Next, he chooses a burly Latino who is in his very late 30’s.  He has a dazzling smile. I have never seen him here.  This guy is great.  His mouth is big and he takes me effortlessly.  His tongue is thick.  I would love to cum for him—but I am just not ready.  He pulls off me, reluctantly, and I think surprised that he hasn’t gotten my cum.  (I want more from him another time—but I have never seen him again.)
    My pimp stands up and moves to man who has been watching us.  He is a very young Latin guy.  His hair is dark and cut asymmetrically.  He brings him over, so he is standing next to me.  My pimp is on the other side of the young Latin.  He is kneading the guy’s crotch as he whispers into his ear.  I don’t do anything.  Yet. 
    I watch him be unzipped.  A short, but fat, uncut cock emerges from his fly.  My pimp strokes it.  “Can my friend suck it?”
    The young Latin nods.  I go to my knees.  He is semi hard at this point.  My mouth seems to have little effect on his erection. I am aware that my pimp has his hand on the young Latin’s ass.  The young Latin groans.  I am pretty sure there is now a finger in his ass.  His cock gets a little harder.
    “You want to get fucked by that big white dick, don’t you?” I hear as I continue trying to coax life into the penis in my mouth.
    “Yes…”
    I stop and stand up.  The young Latin turns.  Between the two of us, my pimp and I work his dress slacks down to his knees.  Then his Andrew Christian underwear.  I go back to my knees and begin rimming his shaved ass.
    “He rimmed me before,” I hear my pimp say, in a loud whisper, into the young Latin’s ear.  “He loves to eat hole.  Let him get you good and wet.”
    The young Latin groans.  He begins to tremble.  I don’t think he can believe he is about to get fucked in public.
    “You are going to need all that saliva for his thick cock.  You got your lube, Daddy?”
    I grunt, trying to sound reassuring, with my face buried in the ass in front of me.
    I have had enough rimming.  I need to fuck.  I stand up.  “You like it raw?”
    The young Latin nods.  “You can breed me.”
    I grin and guide my greasy cock into his wet butt.  It’s not as tight a fit as I feared.  The young man’s hole opens at the first pressure of my wet cockhead.  I sink into him.  To the hilt.
    He gasps.  My pimp keeps talking in his ear.  “Take it.  Make him feel good.  He deserves to shoot deep in you after the way he’s eaten us out…”  He continues with more, along the same lines. 
    The young Latin has skills.  He begins meeting my thrusts and squeezing down on me when I am at my deepest.  A crowd of men have gathered to watch.  Some stroke—likely hoping for a turn up his wet ass.  Some want a turn on my dick.  It’s a hot scene.  The kind you can’t plan, that just sometimes erupt there.
    “Take his cock…”
    I buck into him.  Hard.  I shoot one stream of cum into him. 
    I pull out.  “Stay,” I bark.
    I go to my knees.  I lick up the tiny bit of cum I’ve shot.  And it is just what I need to trigger my balls to empty.  I stand back up and shove my dick, roughly, into him again.  He grunts, but not in pain.
    “Fuck, there it is!”  My balls begin to unload.  I shudder as the rest of my climax happens.
    “Breed him, Daddy!”
    I empty everything I have into him.  I slowly pull out.  I want the young Latin to clean my cock—but he can’t quite bring himself to do it.  Instead, a man my age licks me clean, after muttering “You should have fucked me…”
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Come Suck This Dick!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 28, 2023
  23. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2023
     
    You never know what you will stumble on when you go to the bookstore.  (That is certainly some of the attraction for me.) It was the first Sunday afternoon of September, and it proved to be a visit where everything fell into place—and I got to indulge in so many of the things I love to do…
     
    The parking has a quite a few cars in it.  A good sign.  I go into the straight theatre and sit along the wall.  I unbutton my pants and pull out my hardening cock.  There is action beginning behind me as a guy in the cocksucker’s seat gives what sounds like a very wet blow job.  Others men, scattered around the room, are stroking either to the porn or the sound of the action happening behind them.
    There is a noisy climax from the guy being sucked.  They both leave.  I stand up, dick swaying, and move to the cocksucker’s seat.  Almost instantly a younger man is by my side.  I recognize him.  He is Black, in his mid 30’s and tallish, with a medium build.  He pulls out his very small, limp cock and offers it to me.  I know from experience I can get him hard.
    The moment he is in my mouth the door opens.  He pulls out of my mouth and shoves himself into his jeans.  The guy who entered is white, also in his mid 30’s and beefier.  He has a shaved head—and I know I’ve seen him before but I can’t place what we did with each other.  Until he sees me, that is, and makes a beeline to my exposed cock.  He kneels, unzipping his trousers, and goes to work on my hard dick.  The first man feels brave enough to stick his dick back in my mouth.
    The guy on his knees is great.  He sucks my dick like he hasn’t had a cock in his mouth for ages.  He remembers my balls and licks them until they are dripping.  As he moves back to my dick, I see his.  It’s just about the same size as mine.  The guy in my mouth gives up—his dick is being stubborn today.  He jerks his flaccid cock while watching the man groan and slobber over me. 
    I concentrate and squeeze down, which makes my cock head flare.  This makes the man sucking me work harder.  And stroke himself faster.  Suddenly he rises up and sticks his thick, long cock into my mouth—just as he starts to shoot.  I swallow repeatedly.  He groans and shakes as the orgasm takes control of him.  He let’s me clean him up, likely as I have his balls in my grip.
    “That was hot to do again,” he whispers as I let go.
    (And it was a replay of just what we did when we met—only I had to tell him I swallowed that first time.)
    The Black guy moves away too, incensed that his dick won’t cooperate.
    A tall white man around my age moves closer.  He offers me his semi-hard cock to suck.  He groans, but never gets any harder.  Also leaning on the wall is a very short Mexican in his 40’s.  He strokes, looking only at the screen, totally ignoring us.  The tall guy keeps groaning like I am giving him some great head, but his cock never truly stiffens.  He finally thanks me and moves off.
    “You suck?”  It’s the Mexican.
    I nod and he sticks an average sized dick in my mouth with a ton of foreskin.  The moment I have worked it all back with my tongue, and I lick his cockhead, he explodes.  Repeatedly.  It’s a huge amount of semen.  I clean him up and he squeezes my shoulder as he pulls out…
    *
    We are in the back corner of the gay cinema, behind the door.  I am sucking the long thin cock of the Black guy who is sometimes looking and sometimes happier as a voyeur.  He is enjoying my mouth.  But the door opens and he steps away from me.  A gorgeous Black man enters.  He is around 30, gym built and has a bubble butt to die for.  He moves into the room, around the slight bend, disappearing from our range of vision.
    “I know him,” whispers Long and Thin.  “He’s my trainer.”
    “Do you ‘know’ him…???”  I leave the question dangling.
    He shakes his head.  Grinning.
    The hot guy finds no one to his liking out there.  He moves into our corner.  He nods at us—and goes to his knees.  He starts with me, grunting his pleasure, as his mouth fills with cock.  The Voyeur is not sure how to react, but the hot guy decides for him—he switches from my cock to his.  Back and forth.  In pig heaven and moaning as he does it.
    Suddenly he stands up.  He is wearing spandex biker shorts.  He pulls them down.  A third man has come into our space from the room proper, a 50-ish white man, his cock hard.  Hot Guy bends to suck him, which thrusts his bare ass right at me.
    I actually hesitate for a moment.  Then I go to my knees and begin rimming.  The moment my tongue enters him I know that he does want my cock up here.  I get him very wet, pulling his ebony mounds apart.  He groans around the dick in his mouth.
    “Fuck him!” hisses Voyeur.
    I stand up and slide in.  Hot Guy is now being spit roasted.  He moans once more—and pulls off the dick in his mouth to concentrate of his ass.
    And the damned door opens. He can barely move enough to let the guys in.  But it’s the perfect men who enter.  The thick set Black top who is so good at recruiting men from the arcade for us to fuck comes in first and he is followed by the former football guy (who’s white) I often fuck—and who I lately fucked another guy so he could experience felching.  Both of them instantly have their dicks out.  I move us around a little so Hot Guy can suck the Recruiter.  On his own, he moves his mouth over to include Ex-Footballer, too.   
    The addition of the two men has really made the scene superhot.  I really think I could cum.  I begin to groan out my orgasm.
    “Don’t,” says Hot Guy and pulls off me.  Does he not take loads?  Or does he not want me to cum yet?
    Hot Guy turns and offers his ass to Recruiter.  He fucks him.  Then Ex-Footballer fucks him.  Hot Guy sucks either my dick or Voyeur’s as they rail him. 
    Hot Guy turns again, offering his ass to Voyeur, who refuses.  I move to go again, but Hot Guy moves back to Recruiter.  They fuck—and I just know that Recruiter is going to cream him.  Hot Guy knows it, too; he pulls his mouth off me and says “No…”
    But it’s too late.  Recruiter is bucking into his ass.  Breeding him deep and long.  He marinates for a minute—and then pulls out.  Ex-Footballer is there…with his face plastered into the wet ass, getting his second felching experience in my presence.  He mumbles words we can’t make out, his face planted deeply in the cummy bubble butt.
    Hot Guy straightens up.  He pulls up his spandex shorts and leaves.  Recruiter follows him.
    Ex-Footballer turns to me.  “Can you give me your load?  I’ve always wanted it in my mouth.”
    This time I am so close I think I can give him what he wants.  He hasn’t left his knees from the felching.  He knee-walks over to me.  He takes my cock into his mouth, savoring the ass juices of Hot Guy on my dick.  Telling me so.  This turns me on even more—his moans as he tongues me are getting me closer and closer.
    “Take it!”
    He pulls off me slightly so I explode on his tongue and not deep in his throat.  He holds my balls—but I’m not going anywhere. He licks up every drop.  Only then does he touch himself—and shoots between my boots…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: In the Dark Corner Behind the Door (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 24, 2023
  24. FelchingPisser

    A Quickie with Keshawn

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—August, 2023
     
    Keshawn was hoping for another round in the sling.  He had come to me in July so it was only fair I should go to him this time.  I packed the sling—making sure to include the overhead mirror.  He loves to watch my dick fuck into him. 
    I also packed the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian Friend.  I felt it was time, after my constant wearing it for almost a year—and it going to all the major sex events I went to in 2023—that it should have one last hurrah before being sent back to him.
    I left extra time to get there—and I arrived at his door, at the appointed time…
     
    The sling is set up in the space behind the sofa.  Keshawn is futzing around, finding appropriate porn (we both love group scenes.)  Once that is playing, I ask Keshawn to shoot a few pics of the jock.  The owner loves to see me in it—and I will be sending all of the shots to him.
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    Keshawn starts for the sling. 
    “Bend over the back of the couch.”
    It’s right there—and the perfect height.  He leans on the back, jutting his hot ass towards me.  My tongue finds his hole.  My cock, still in the dirty pouch, starts to grow, distorting the shape of it obscenely.  I work it out with my right hand as my tongue invades Keshawn’s inviting ass.
    He groans.  His massive cock erects.
    I work harder to get him really wet.  I lube my dick as I spit in his hole.  I can’t take anymore—I need to be inside him.  I stand up and slide in.  His ass always feels hotter than our normal body temperature.  I hold in place for a moment—and begin a gentle preliminary fuck.  He groans and thrusts back on me—making sure that he’s taking my entire length with every stroke.
    We move to the sling, but he doesn’t get in it.  He bends over once again, chest to the leather.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  He is as delicious as always and thoroughly wet from the first fuck.  I slurp on his ass juices for a long while before standing up and creating more with a hard pounding.  My cock is slick when I finally pull out.  Keshawn swings around and cleans me, hungrily, before he gets in the sling the standard way.
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    I kneel once more to taste his ass.  I gorge on his ass slime for a moment, jerking myself as I eat him out.  I stand up.  My cock gently beats his full balls.  I leave a sticky trail as I slide my cock from his balls, across his perineum before resting on his now slightly puckered asslips.  I push gently and my cockhead pops in.  He welcomes me with a squeeze.  I give him the rest of my inches—slowly, but steadily.
    He takes a hit of poppers as I bottom out.  I watch his face and as they hit, I begin to fuck him again.  I grab the top cross piece of the sling frame.  I have built to a hard thrusting that is rocking the sling.  Keshawn beats his big meat in time to my thrusts.
    I finally pull out.  I go around to the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my cock again.  He cranes around and licks me clean.  Now it’s my turn to clean him.  I go back to his hole and lick up all the stray juices dribbling out of his ass.  I can taste my precum mixing with his natural lube.  My cock head drools at the thought.
    I stand up and fuck him again.  Slow and easy.
    “Fuck me hard,” he pants out.
    I build my fuck stroke.  Faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  My hips are now slamming into his upturned ass.  The room is filled with the sound of moist flesh colliding. 
    I slow down so he can take another hit.  As soon as the bottle is capped, I build back up to the hard fucking again.  Keshawn takes his hand away from his cock—he is leaking and could easily go over the edge.  I slow down the fuck, pull out and bend to lick up his precum.  I keep it on my tongue, going to my knees and sticking it into his wet hole.
    “So hot…” Keshawn groans.
    I add some more spit and stand back up, my dick instinctively slipping into his used hole.
    “We don’t want your precum to go waste…”
    My cock loves the extra wetness.  I fuck him slow and easy.
    I pull out and with my left hand take the jock pouch and push some of it into Keshawn’s ass.  I know that the owner of the jock loves the idea of this—and so I do it repeatedly making the fabric wet with all our juices.
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    I kneel and lick his hole once more.  I hear him take a hit.  I rise up and slide in.  I intend to fuck him slow and easy, but my cock has a mind of its own.  I begin pummeling him.
    Keshawn’s hand is a blur as he strokes himself.  In moments, he is shooting a copious amount of cum out of his big cock.  It coats his chest.  My left hand mops up some.  I coat the jock.  I mop up the rest and coat my cock with it.  I fuck it into his ass—the place where cum belongs…
     
    Here, with picutures taken there, is the original:  From My Side of the Sling: A Quickie with Keshawn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 20, 2023
  25. FelchingPisser

    "I Saved It For You!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—August, 2023
     
    After my meeting with GaryM I was sated.  All that fucking and rimming had left me totally spent from the strength of my orgasm. So much so, that it was three days before I went off in search for more sex.  I didn’t go far, only to the local bookstore.  I wanted something as different as possible—just to suck some cock.   
    So how did almost every man in the place know that that’s what I wanted…?
     
    I am in the straight theatre, off to the side and sitting against the wall.  The cocksucker’s seat is taken—and the guy in it has a man in his mouth.  I jerk to the fairly good video and wait to see who might want to play. 
    I feel a movement behind me at my shoulder.  I turn slightly.  A very handsome white man, in his late 50’s, is standing there, his thick cock out and hard.  I have never seen him before.   He doesn’t even ask, he just moves his thick slab of meat nearer my mouth.  How did he know?  I open wide and take him to the root.  He groans and begins fucking my face.  When he slows down, I hold onto the base of his cock and get my tongue work started.  He likes this a lot and murmurs encouragement.  The guy across the aisle is so turned on he has taken his cock all the way out of his jeans—and shoots a load on the linoleum.
    I let go of the man in my mouth, but he doesn’t resume the face fucking.  He let’s me do what I want—which is to lick his very hairy balls.  They aren’t big, but I love the flavor of a slight sheen of sweat from the hot August afternoon.  I go back up to his cock.  He is acting like he’s close.  I swirl my tongue around his cock head—and he begins to shake.  He is having a body wracking orgasm—but he doesn’t shoot any jizz at all.
    He thanks me and takes off.  I have never seen him again.
    Lots of other men in the room leave for a bit, including the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  I grab my water bottle and relocate. 
    I stroke. 
    The young Latino guy who loves to have me fuck him (with a condom) arrives.  He sits in a chair near me.  He starts removing his pants and shirt.  The last time I had seen him I was surprised that he was wearing lacy pink panties.  Today he has a full outfit, a crop top and crotchless panties under a short, short skirt.  He leans over the seat directly in front of me and tells me he wants my dick in his ass.  I am not feeling it today (for a couple of reasons.)  He turns and sticks his rather thick uncut cock in my mouth to get me interested. 
    I suck.  I work his cock with my tongue, working back his foreskin.  He is amazed—for suddenly he is unloading in my mouth.  He can’t believe it.  He gets dressed to go find more dick in the arcade.
    A hot 30-something comes in.  He is white and gym built.  He is followed by the large Black guy who has whored out young men for everyone’s pleasure.  I spend the next 30 minutes, jerking as the two eye each other.  Dicks come out.  Gym Built is hung big.  They stroke.  But don’t touch.  Forever.  And then, GB is on his knees servicing the Black top.  They like the attention from the rest of the room as we watch them—until suddenly they don’t and take it to a private booth.
    I go next door to the gay theatre.
    I am alone here for a moment, or so I think.   But I missed a man in the dark corner behind the door.  He emerges once I’ve sat down and pulled out my cock.  I have seen him here many times—and played a few.  He is Black, with a thick build.  His cock is very thin and long.  I know I have had it in my mouth at least once, but he is mostly voyeur.  Not today.  Without a word he sticks his semi hard cock in my mouth.  He groans.  His dick is so thin I take it easily all the way down.
    “Fucker…” he whispers.
    He begins to pump it into me.  I must have arrived in the room just as he was getting ready to shoot.  He is on a mission to cum down my throat.  He grabs my ears and fucks himself into my mouth.  My hand comes up and touches his balls, which are almost disappearing into his body, they are pulled up so tightly.  That does it.  With a loud groan he shoots.  He is like a faucet, not spurts, but the tap is just turned on and I get a mouthful of cum.  
    “Swallow it.”
    As if I ever spit.  I swallow.  He let’s me clean his cock until there is not a trace of jizz left on it…
    *
    I am alone for a bit.  But the porn is good.  I take a drink from my water bottle. It seems to not wash the last load out of my mouth, but to reactivate the flavor of his jizz.  I swallow more.  Two men come in.  One is a Latino I have never met.  He is wearing a tight tee that is showing off incredibly big pecs.  The other is a rather dumpy young man I have played with quite often here when I am in the mood I am in this afternoon.
    The Latino sits in the chair closest to me.  The other guys leans against the far wall and watches us.
    “Some dick you got.” says the Latino.  He is no more than 35.  He actually pulls off his tee revealing his magnificent chest.  He tosses it on the floor, stands up and unzips.  His shorts drop to his running shoes.  He sits on the chair, naked, but for the shorts around his ankles and his shoes.  His cock is hard.  And thick.  And uncut.  He manhandles it a bit. 
    “Help me out?” he asks.
    I go to my knees.  I really have to work on covering my teeth he’s so thick.  Me moans—and strokes my cropped hair, telling me he likes my mouth.  I work harder.  There is a lot foreskin to keep working back, so I can lick his sensitive cockhead.  Now he is groaning.  I think he’s close.
    “Let me suck yours.”
    I stand up.  I am happy to get my cock in this hot man.  He gives me some really good head.  Suddenly, he pulls off me grunting and groaning.  He’s shot, I’m sure of it.  But he is not splattered with his seed.  Nor is the floor.
    “I saved it for you.”
    I kneel—and his foreskin is filled, ballooned with his jism.  I take him in my mouth and peel back all that skin.  The cum runs out on my tongue.  I think I might shoot myself as I lick up every drop.
    He pulls up his shorts the moment I am done, grabs and shirt and leaves.  I am still on my knees, in a slight daze. 
    The dumpy looking guy steps up.  He’s been jerking to the scene.  “Quick, I have a four-day load here for you.”
    I get him into my mouth, just as he empties into me.  He just keeps cumming.  Massive.
    I shoot myself, splattering the floor between his tennis shoes…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "I Saved It For You!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 18, 2023

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