FelchingPisser

You took the words right out of my mouth! That is the hole I love!!

I'm sure you'd have a good time!

I do love a man who lives to take cum---and I love to use it for my own purposes! Thank you!

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

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…) Zane stands up from the rimseat, 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!” My senses are feeling overloaded. Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it. My tongue can’t get enough of this ruined hole on my face. This guy, whoever he is, gets fucked a lot. My tongue can’t stop exploring him. “You want some cum?” The hole spasms around my tongue as he pushes. I am rewarded with cum dripping into my mouth. “Are you feeding him a load?” I hear Zane ask him as he pauses in his pumping of my cock. Suddenly the guy gets up off my face. At the same moment, Zane stands up, too. The men switch. Zane sits on the seat. I see the other guy, an older, white leather guy with biker-type tats settles onto my cock. Then I see nothing but Zane’s hairy ass. “Push some of the cum in your mouth up my ass.” Honestly, I have swallowed it all, but I am happy to lick deeply, tasting how my cock has gotten his ass juicing. The leather guy on my dick is bouncing as if he were Zane’s age. Suddenly, he pulls off and, just as suddenly, I feel a mouth on my cock. It has to be the same guy—likely slurping up more of the load that was in his ass and is now coating my cock. Zane stands up. “Let’s go upstairs. The three of us.” We go up a floor. The sling is empty, though the bed, at the other end of this small room, has three couples on it, rutting in various positions. Zane gets in the sling first. I eat his hole and fuck him, while the rugged leather guy has his sizable dick in Zane’s mouth. Then the two of us switch. Leather Guy fucks Zane and I get my cock cleaned. I watch the thick dick filling Zane’s hole. I move down and kneel to get a better view. Leather Guy pulls out and fucks my mouth a couple of strokes before continuing to plow Zane. I am just about to get up, when he pulls out and does it again. This time I stand and go to Zane. I lean and kiss him, spitballing the juices that are in my mouth, of me, Leather Guy’s dick and his own ass. Zane gurgles happily and pants. Leather Guy is up next in the sling. I fuck him first with Zane feeding him. We switch. Then Zane and I kneel together and take turns licking the hole we both just fucked. We end up kissing each other a lot in between… “Now it’s your turn.” I get in the sling. Zane eats my hole as I suck on Leather Guy’s dick. Zane passes me his poppers. I take a hit. His tongue now feels incredibly deep in my hole. Leather Guy moves down to replace Zane. He eats me out roughly. Really roughly. He stands. His dick bounces on my exposed balls. It’s all too obvious he wants to fuck me. But he doesn’t—he moves off to the bed. Zane pulls out of my mouth and rims me once more, soothing my hole from the previous oral assault… * My face is buried once again in the ass of the guy who started the evening in neon green underwear. We are fucking on the huge bed in the basement. I have watched him a number of times throughout the night. He is truly versatile—and has fucked as many men as have fucked him. Now his ass is mine for the next ten minutes. I lick and fuck and lick again. When we break, he points to a well-built Black guy on the other side of the bed. He is taking a terrific pounding by one of the hosts. “Have you fucked him yet?” he asks. “Not tonight, but I did in August.” “He has the biggest cock here.” “I remember.” “He gets pounded all night and fucks some lucky guy just as the party is ending and he finally wants to get off.” I smile and nod. I watch the host pull out. The bottom spins and cleans his cock. “Go fuck him,” says neon shorts. “As the guy with the next biggest cock, you two deserve each other.” I slap him playfully on his butt. But I go over. This guy is gym built. His butt is hard and hairy. He looks over his shoulder and grins at me. He remembers me, too. I kneel and stick my tongue in his ass. I lick. Now I fuck him. Hard and long. “Let me roll over.” I pull out and he rolls onto his back. There is that massive cock. At least an inch bigger than me—and pierced at the tip. It’s drooling precum. I lick it up—and shove my tongue in his hole. He groans and calls me a “Dirty fucker.” I fuck him again, looking into his handsome face. I can sense men watching me. And waiting their turn. I pull out. But we reconnect throughout the night… * I see another pair of men I had played with in August. It is the slim and tiny-boned FTM and his cis-gendered partner. A tall man is eating out the front hole of the smaller man while he is cradled in the arms of his partner. I watch and stroke a little. The partner sees me and grins. When the tall guy gets up, I move in. “You’re here!” They are genuinely excited to see me again. We move to the sling. I help the smaller guy in. His partner stands at his head, holding him as I kneel to eat his front hole. I find his T-cock. First with my tongue, then my hand as my tongue explores his wet hole. Between my hand and my tongue, I give him an orgasm before I stand up to fuck. I slide in. He’s super wet. I love looking at his face as he takes all of me. Even the partner’s eyes get big as I glide into him. I feel like I am filling him completely. The look on his face tells me I am giving him just what he wants. “Fuck him hard,” the partner croaks out. I do, making the chains rattle. Other men stop by to watch. One of them gives the small guy a dick to suck as I fuck. But the movement of the sling is too much—and I’m not slowing my thrusting so he can have two at once. I fuck. I go to my knees and lick up all the juices. I stand up, lean across him and dribble them from my mouth to his eager one. I think his partner could shoot just watching us do this. I fuck him once more. This time I tell his partner to eat his front hole so he can taste me… * 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…???” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2023

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

I have run into this, especially in Canada. Less so now, then years ago. It was not an ideal set up and it was due to lack of space. The sling was rented on top of the room price. I remember carrying a huge duffel bag containing the sling to my room--not really sure where it was in the maze of corridors...

I have been around two pornsters who took a second Trimix shot when they thought the first 'didn't work.' They were excruciatingly hard for hours after the Fornication Party.

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

Absolutely.

Northern Indiana—November, 2023 I was headed home. It had not been a long contract, but I was eager to sleep in my own bed and to not fight for space in the communal kitchen during meal times. I was up early on Sunday. Too early, but I packed and got the car loaded with out disturbing the others living in the apartment. I hit the road—and it was foggy. Densely foggy. I was not about to try to drive on the interstates. I took back roads, which were all but empty. As the sun climbed higher, the fog melted away after the first hour. I looked at my position on the map after getting gas. I realized that if I continued straight north, I could get to the bookstore I liked so much in northern Indiana, the same one I visited on the way down. So, I went. I arrived right after noon. The place was hopping… I am in the theatre. I am sitting to the side. Two men are at the back, one sitting and one standing. I pull out my dick. This makes the standing man, who has a very large gut, open his fly too. He takes out his cock. At least his hands go through the motion, but I can’t see his dick. An older man, white and a good ten years older than me, comes in and stands behind the low wall that is behind where I’m sitting. I like his look—once chiseled features, iron grey hair. I get up and stand next to him. He has pulled out his cock. It is identical to mine, but uncut. The same girth, the same length. We both take a moment to heft the other man’s dick. I have to suck him. I go to my knees and he moves quickly into place. He’s taken his Viagra—his dick is cold to the touch and so hard there is little give. But it’s in my mouth and my tongue is working back the foreskin. The moment I do, and my tongue now licks his cockhead, he groans. I do all my tricks. He sighs. His wrinkled hands suddenly find the sides of my head. He holds me in place and he begins to fuck my face. Hard and deep. Another half inch into my throat and the gag reflex would be triggered. But it’s not for long. He is suddenly cumming. It runs out of his cock—it doesn’t shoot. It’s a lot of cum. I swallow it all and he holds me in place to make sure I do. He releases my head and thanks me softly. I lick him clean, but he still digs in his pockets for a napkin he doesn’t have—so I offer him one of mine. He wraps it around his cock and tucks it away. I’m sure it’s so the wife doesn’t find a dollop of semen in his underwear on wash day… He leaves. I rock back on my heels. The fat guy comes over. “You swallow?” He brandishes the tiniest cock I have seen in 2023. But his balls are huge. And he is hard. And I’m on my knees…I take two minutes out of my time there to get him off… The last man in the room looks at me with that “those were my loads” look. I nod to him, button up and go into the booth area. I watch some porn. I hear activity all around the area, but no one comes into the adjacent booth to me. The tokens run out. I move to a different pair of booths. One side is empty, the other has the ‘occupied’ light on. I go in and drop the tokens. Instantly, an ebony cock comes through the glory hole. It is a nice six incher and I am glad it won’t be battering the back of my throat. It has a slight upwards curve that is fun. I work hard, but the guy keeps pulling back anytime he gets close. I respect that, and when the screen flickers off, I get up and go back to the cinema. I sit. Alone. I stroke. The porn is adequate. The curtains part. A younger Latino comes in. He sees me and comes to sit next to me. He looks familiar. I am pretty sure I have fucked him in this very room. He watches me for a moment. “May I suck you, Daddy?” he whispers. I nod. He gets on his knees in front of me. It’s a handsome face. It looks even better with my dick in his mouth. He gives me good head, but I know his ass is even better. He begins squirming as he sucks me. I slowly realize he is undoing his fly and waistband to his jeans. His hand goes into his underwear and he begins stroking himself as he sucks. He comes up for air. “Daddy, I need that in my ass.” “Sure.” “It’s big. I should sit on it.” “Let me lube it up…” He stands and I grease my cock. He pulls his jeans down around his knees and turns, showing me his hot butt. It’s a lovely shape. There is some hair on his ass cheeks, but a lot in his ass crack. I want to get my tongue in there. But not now. He’s impatient. He wriggles in anticipation. And then lowers himself down on me. I sink in. All the way. On his first try. “Fuuuuuck,” he croons. “So full.” Guys have come in. They watch him bounce on my cock. He slowly becomes aware of the audience—and is not pleased. He pulls off me and pulls up his pants. “Let’s go to a couple’s booth.” I nod, not knowing there were any here. I tuck my rampant dick into my pants and follow him. There is a corridor behind the first wall of booths that hold buckets and mops. Just past them are two more spacious booths—booths without doors. He is already stripping off his pants. He has me sit down and sucks my cock some more. Then he asks me to wait a moment. He steps out of the booth and sends a text. In moments he back on my cock, riding every inch of it. He pulls off. “How do you want me?” I want to stand. I move around so my back is to the screen as he kneels on the bench. I want to rim him, but there is just no room to maneuver. I sink back into his wet, slightly gaping hole. I can fuck at my tempo this way. He is moaning. I’d love someone to come find us so he could have a cock in his mouth. I fuck until I need to catch my breath. I tell him I want to eat his hole before the next fuck—so we go back to the theatre. My friend (and former blogger) Ryan is there. He was the recipient of the text. He confirms the Latino is a regular of his and we have shared him together here. And we do it again. The young man, naked now, clothes in a pile, bends over the chair I started this trip in. I go to my knees and lick his juicy hole. Ryan sticks his cock in his mouth. I lick and savor all the juices I’ve been fucking in. I stand and slide in. I fuck him so hard, that Ryan has to pull out of his mouth. He stands to the side and jerks, watching me. I slow down and pull out. “Clean my dick,” I whisper gruffly as I move to his head. He does. And Ryan goes up his ass. We stay that way, but the young man finally pulls off my cock and says “Switch.” We do. I spend a moment licking him before I fuck. I can feel my balls tightening. I thrust harder into him. And again. Once more, I have that preliminary cum shot—that just gets seed in his hole with no real feeling for me. I go to my knees and felch some it. The Latino doesn’t realize I am licking up my jizz until I spit it back in and tell him. He groans at the sound of my words. Ryan stops jerking and makes him suck his cock again. I slip back into him. Five thrusts. I’m almost there. Another dozen and I am shooting into him. I grab his hips and hold on. He squeezes me expertly, milking me for every drop… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking On the Road Home (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 16, 2023

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

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

Indianapolis—October, 2023 (This picks up right where the last post ended.) …I suck until I get the load. A noisy one. And a big one. Only then do I look down at who is on me. It’s the furry guy. He looks up and grins. He gives my cock a gentle squeeze and says “Come to my room…” He grabs his towel and wraps it around his middle, tenting the fabric with his very hard cock. I sling my towel over my shoulder and follow, my very hard cock waving back and forth with the rhythm of my stride. We pass the showers and go into the ‘gym.’ He has a room right inside the door. It’s small, with a high shelf of a bed and porn on the small television to the side. “I’m Cal, by the way.” I tell him my name. “I really want to suck your dick,” he tells me as he shuts the door. “Where do you want me?” “Just lie back…” He indicates the bed. I hop up and spread my legs. There is just room for him to get in-between them. I adjust the small pillow and lie back, my head tilted against the wall. His mouth connects with my wet cockhead. He swallows me down. I sigh. It’s a great angle for him. He goes back and forth between licking the shaft or tonguing the head or deep throating me. I sigh contentedly as I watch the furry man work my dick. “Lick my balls.” He moves down the shaft with his thick tongue. He licks them individually, leaving them dripping with his spit. He hoovers one into his mouth. I wince slightly, so he doesn’t try to add the other. Instead, he pulls my sack up gently with his left hand so he can lick my perineum. Instinctively he knows to work his tongue between my cock ring and the ball sack without my prompting him. I groan. Loudly for this tiny room. He works harder to please me. His tongue is now moving towards my ass. I would really like to be rimmed by this hot man. He stops, just before he gets to my hole and works his way back up, re-doing my balls and then up the shaft to the head of my cock and swallowing me down. I let him do what he likes. I reach way down and touch his dripping cockhead and get an index finger covered in his precum. I taste it. I let out a moan at how good it tastes. He suddenly moves and straddles my chest. He fucks his cock into my mouth. I can’t move as I pinned by his legs. He fucks my mouth quite hard, for some time—and then rolls off me panting. I want to kiss him. But instead, I say “I really want to eat that hairy ass of yours.” I tell him to kneel on the edge of the bed so I can move to the floor. It’s the perfect height for me to burrow into him. He groans the moment he feels my tongue flick across his tight pucker. My tongue is relentless and soon that pucker is no longer tight, it has opened, looking inviting. He brings it up first, as I take a moment from the rimming to catch my breath. “I want to try your dick, but I’m not sure I can take it.” “I can get into most guys.” I go back to eating his hole, but now lubing up my cock. When I feel that he has relaxed a little more, I stand up. My cockhead pushes into him. He pants. And takes half of me. I pause. I pull out and add more lube. We do it again—but this time I am all in him but the last two inches. “Let me try it on my back.” I pull out and let him flip. I have to do a slight knee bend to get into him this way, but he takes my cock. But just for a moment. “Sorry, it’s too big for me.” I pull out and massage his hole once more with my tongue. I pause and say: “If I can’t fuck it, will you sit on my face?” He loves this idea. I replace him on the bed and lie down. He straddles me and sits on my face. I love the furry cheeks on my cheeks and his hairy hole in my mouth. I eat him out and stroke my dick until his legs tire. We part. With a hug. I get my dick sucked by a very old man in the small porn room. Cal finds me there. He gets hard watching and I tell my cocksucker to suck him, too. Cal sits beside me and the old man goes back and forth between us. We take a break. “I want you to try again,” Cal tells me. “But let’s use the sling so I can relax.” I agree. We go down the hall to the sling room. He hops in, effortlessly, and I get his legs in the stirrups. I go to my knees. The sling spreads him open for me—and my tongue goes deeper. He groans and eggs me on, telling me to tongue fuck him, to get him sloppy and wet for my cock. I am so ready. I stand up and slide in. To the hilt. My balls slap on his hairy butt cheeks. “Fuck,” he groans. “So full. But it feels great like this…” I don’t let him finish. I begin to fuck him. Nice and slow. Now building. And slamming it home. He jerks his cock—though it is not fully hard. “Fuck, yes. Damn, I need this…” he moans. I slow it down and pull out. I eat his juicy hole again. He erects fully with my dick out of him. He jerks. I spit into him one last time. I stand and slide back in. I fuck him. Hard and fast. I slow. “I think I could load you. You want my cum?” “Fuck, yes. Shoot inside me.” “That’s just what I want to do…” He groans. “I want to feel you cum in my ass, Daddy. Give me all you’ve got.” I pump harder yet. I can feel my dickhead swelling. “Feel that…?” He groans out a “Yes…” I slow and build up the fuck once more. “Here it—” and I can’t finish the sentence. I am wracked with the orgasm. I fire round after round up his once tight ass. “Don’t pull out!” I want to say I’m not going anywhere, but I can’t catch my breath. In three or four jerks, Cal splatters his hairy chest with his very white, very creamy cum. I reach down and slide my fingers through it. I bring it up to my mouth and lick them clean. I do it again—and feed some to Cal, too… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Indy Bathhouse: Cal's Furry Ass (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 8, 2023

Indianapolis—October, 2023 It was another day off, as the number of days in October dwindled and Halloween approached. I had the whole day, so I made my first trip to one of the two bathhouses that keep Indy pigs busy. I chose the one that has a slightly older clientele. The last time I worked in this area, I seemed to be there every day off I had and always had a broad choice of men. I packed a lunch to eat after my early afternoon time there… I have a locker. I hate sitting in a room and waiting. And if we meet to play, this way I can encourage the play to be public. I have the clean jock on, my boots laced up and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder. I check the sauna and the not very warm steam room. There are lots of cars in the lot, but only one lone man in the sauna. I go up two flights of stairs. On the third floor is the sling room, another room with a hard wooden fuck bench and two porn viewing areas. I find the men watching porn. I skip the small room where no one is even stroking. I go to the larger room. Yup, more guys are here. The seating is a built-in bench on the three walls with the screen on the fourth. I like this space—the owners have padded the floor for older knees. A blowjob is happening to my left. I stroke to the men and the Treasure Island Media movie on the screen. Soon an older man, decently fit, with sparse grey hair, slides over to me. “May I?” I nod. He kneels carefully and takes me into his mouth. He’s good. My dick is soon very wet. He pulls off me. “Do you fuck?” “Sure.” “I need this dick in me. Please.” “Here?” “Do you have a room?” “Nope. How about the sling?” His face goes blank. Then, “I’ve never been in one.” “Then it’s time…” I get up and lead the way. The sling here is actually hung at a good height and the stirrups are adjustable. So many public slings try for a one size fits all approach. He lies back in it. It takes a little time to get him to move down far enough so that his ass hangs over the edge. But once he does that, and his ankles are up in the stirrups, he breathes easy and relaxes. “It’s actually comfortable.” I grin and go to my knees. I eat his ass. He groans, which makes me work harder. I grease up as I do it. Soon I stand and get inside him easily. “That’s some dick,” he pants. We suddenly have an audience. Another man around his age comes in and works his nipples and his semi-hard cock. He loses interest after a bit and wanders off. I keep fucking. A younger man appears. Likely 40-ish, he is very hairy in the best possible way. Chest. Beard. Legs. And as he drops his towel, his crotch. He strokes a nice sized dick. I smile and nod. He runs a hand over the man’s chest. “You should suck that dick of his as I fuck you,” I volunteer. The hairy guy moves closer. The man in the sling quickly figures out how to crane his neck around so he can get his mouth on it. “It’s his first time in the sling,” I tell the newcomer. “And here he is with two dicks in him at the same time.” My words do what they were meant to, make the older man groan and redouble his efforts on the newcomer. As he gags on the dick in his mouth, his ass spasms, squeezing me, too. I fuck him. Harder now. His cock flops happily with my thrusts. The guy pulls out of his mouth. He comes around and touches my ass. “It looks like he wants to fuck you. You want a different dick in your ass?” “I…I…” he babbles, lost in the idea of starring in his own porn fantasy. “You want a turn?” I ask the newcomer. He nods. I slip out and he goes in. “Yes!” exhales the fuckee. “That is so hot,” I tell him, leaning close so I am whispering into his ear. “Never been in a sling and here you are with two men using your ass…” He groans, eyes closed. They flicker open and look at me still leaning towards him and then to the bearded hunk fucking him. “You want to be a pig and lick my cock after it’s been in your ass?” The moment I say it, I wish I hadn’t. He’s going to freak out. But he doesn’t. “Yes,” he whispers. “Give it to me.” “Here you go.” He cleans me up. Ravenously. Living the porn he’s watched all his life. The hairy man pulls out with a grunt of satisfaction. I go back into the older man’s ass. “Here you go. Do me, too.” Says the hairy man, offering his ass jizz covered cock to the fuckee. He gets cleaned. I fuck. It is way too early for me to cum, though I would love to load this guy. But he finally puts a stop to the rutting. “My ass needs a break.” The furry guy smiles at me and takes off. I get the guy out of the sling. I like the way he holds onto me, tight and for a long time. Far better than just a thank you… * I am sitting in the sauna. I have a dick in my mouth and a mouth on me. It’s dark enough that I know only that the man I’m sucking is tall and younger than I, with a good-sized cock. He sits on the higher bench, so it’s an easy turn by me to replace his hand with my mouth. I have no idea who is sucking me, as he started when my head was buried in the other guy’s crotch. I suck until I get the load. A noisy one. And a big one. Only then do I look down at who is on me. It’s the furry guy. He looks up and grins. He gives my cock a gentle squeeze and says “Come to my room…” (The furry guy tells me his name—and we can’t get enough of each other—next time!) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Indy Bathhouse: His First Sling (part one) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2023

You not only can get a buzz, but it can also be very dangerous. Alcohol is absorbed very fast this way. Always cut beer or anything alcoholic going up your ass with water. I was always told 3 or 4 parts water to 1 part beer or wine.

He is a great fuck. Thanks!

The look on a guy's face as I eat out my load, come up for air and make to snowball it to him tells me so much about the man in my sling. Their reaction really does decide who returns to the playroom for another round.

I do both--and I never know which until the moment happens. Sometimes I know I don't want it too deep, if I'm looking for a snack after the fuck...

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

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

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

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

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

Yup--and nothing gets me there faster than a cum loaded ass!