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  1. FelchingPisser
    West Michigan—November, 2022
    Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January.  I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc.  It took us until November to see each other once more.
    I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November…
     
    We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows.  Soon enough we strip down and head to the study.  The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks.  Derrick is naked, too.  We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me.
    Jacob enters a few moments later.  He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass.  He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard.  Soon enough I slip to the floor.  I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear.  His hairy cleft is now in front of me.  I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker.  He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth.
    “Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick.  “He’s missed your dick.”
    I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it.  I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole.  He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him.  I give him a moment to adjust.  When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting.
    And I do.  Slow and long.  Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy.  I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good.  I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass.
    I stop.  Only because I am on my knees.  I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine.   I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick.
    Back and forth.  Back and forth.
    “Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick.  This is faster than usual.  Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling.  Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side.  Jacob hops it the sling.  Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. 
    I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position.  I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out.  I stand and fuck.  Again, slow and almost all the way out.  I lock eyes with Jacob.  We see the lust in each other’s gaze. 
    “Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick.  I glance over at him.  He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered.
    I speed up. 
    I fuck and fuck.
    My hands are now greased.  I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way.
    “I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions.  It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up.  Jacob can take big toys now.  My left had slips into him easily.
    “You want me to add my dick?”  As if I didn’t know the answer.  He nods, panting.  I pull my hand out slightly.  My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move.  I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him.  He groans and touches himself.  Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains.  I pull out.  My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock.  I clean up his precum leakage.
    Now I do the right.  It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand.  I try to add my cock.  It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly.
    I go back to fucking.  As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys.  Nothing is normal size.  I discard the idea of a DP. 
    When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves.  I increase the speed.  This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob.  He takes it.  And loves it.
     And he wants a breather.
    We get him out of the sling.  Derrick gets in.  “Go easy.  You were the last person in me last January.”
    My tongue enters Derrick.  I really work on relaxing his hole.  My cock goes in easily.  I watch his face for any pain.  It’s all pleasure.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  I can see it in his eyes when he wants more.  And more.  I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time.
    I switch to my hands.  It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in.  I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in.  Jacob is standing by our side, watching me.  He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there?  Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand.  I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers.
    I now work on getting my right hand in.  I succeed once I add more lube.  I add my cock head—but not the full shaft.
    I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand.  This time my palms are together.  I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle.  I do a slight stretch out.  A year ago, I could double fist him.  There is no way that is happening today.  I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop.
    Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten.  I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable.
    It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food…
     
    The origianal is here, with links to some pictures:  From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       January 5, 2023
  2. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—November, 2022
    I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore.  Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores.  I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed…
     
    I go into the straight theatre first.  There is not a chair to be had.  I stand against the back wall.  Men are groping themselves, but not stroking.  I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door.  There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair.  A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat.  I recognize him from previous visits.  He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock.  I know I am too old for him.  Others scattered around the room look promising.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness.
    The door opens.  A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors.  He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door.  He begins to shed his puffy down jacket.  But he doesn’t stop there.  His shirt comes off.  There is a tat in the middle of his chest.  Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before.  Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor.  He is now naked, but for socks.  He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening.  As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck.  He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like.  He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone.  I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head.  The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole.
    Suddenly he pulls away.  The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat.  The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue.  I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job.  I can’t get enough.  The man he is sucking is panting.  I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole.  The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy.  My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor.  I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not.  He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face.  He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew.
    The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now.
    “Let me suck your cock.”
    I look around.  It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  I guess his limits have expanded.  I stand up and let him get my dick wet.  He sucks well.  He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock.  His mouth tires before I do.  I sit back down.
    An older gentleman asks to take a turn.  I give him a hand so he can get to his knees.  Fuck! He proves to be really toothy.  All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good.  I finally have to ask for a break.  I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me…
    *
    I check the straight side.  A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.)  I go back to the gay cinema.  The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting.  The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked.  I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth.  I like we are side by side cocksuckers. 
    “You swallow?” asks my guy.
    I grunt out something affirmative.  I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young.  My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load.  This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too.  The suckers are both cum whores.  We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away…
    The room is clearing.  The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves.  I go back to my chair.
    We stroke.
    “I need to get out of here.  You want my load?”
    I nod.  It takes the Bear just moments to shoot.  He thanks me and leaves.
    “That was hot.”
    A guy appears from the shadows.  He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard.  But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams.  He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university.  He is openly stroking a nice seven incher.
    I offer to suck him.
    “Thanks, but no.  I’m just looking.”  He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving.
    I am now alone in the room.  I watch the movie.  Then I do myself up and go next door.  The straight room has thinned, too.  The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking.  I join him.  He seems totally cool with this.
    “This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen.
    A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock.
    “That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers.
    We jerk in silence for a bit.  I look around the room.  One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone.  I shrug and go next door.
    A regular is in the corner behind the door.  We nod to each other.  I stand next to him.  He goes down on me—for a long time.  Starting with balls and working up the shaft.
    The door opens.  The Hipster is back.  He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked.  And stroking himself.  I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him.  The Hipster strokes faster.
    Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out.  I help him up.  His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light.  I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments.  I clean him up.
    “You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants.  He pats my elbow and takes off.
    Hipster and I stroke.
    “Okay.”
    “Okay?”
    “Suck me.  If you want.”
    I go to my knees.  His cock is long and thin.  I take him to the root in the first moment.  “Holy fuck,” he sighs.  I pull back up and tongue the head.  It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!)  My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric.  He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day.  My hand goes up them.  I find fishnet-feeling underwear.  Well, well.  My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck.  I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them.  He loves this and tells me so.  I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again.
    That’s it.  He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place.  As if I’m going anywhere.  He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat.  He wilts against the wall.  I clean him up.  He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive.  But he lets me.  And thanks me.
    I stand up.
    “I would love to see you shoot.”
    I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point.  I lean against the wall and stroke.  His hand tentatively touches my balls.  And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    January 2, 2023
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    A Tale of Three Men

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—November, 2022
    Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home.  I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan.  The weather stopped me.  As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon.  Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess.  The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way home in a storm.
    So, I went home.  I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly heavy.  But Sunday dawned clear and bright.  I looked out the window of the living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel.  The young man my landlord employs to dig us out was just finishing up. 
    By the afternoon, I had decided to go out.  The party had been great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more.  I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about…
     
    There are a few cars in the lot.  I go into the gay cinema first.  I discover a blow job in progress.  I recognize the sucker as a regular.  I don’t know the burly guy who is being serviced.  I excuse myself, as the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.)  I go next door.  Thankfully, the video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room.  I sit in the back row, unbutton and jerk. 
    Through the grate in the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on the chair as he gets sucked.  In a break from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss.
    I jerk.
    Next door, I hear the door open and swing shut with a bang.  I assume he’s blown his load.  I’m wrong—the door here opens and the burly guy comes in.  He nods to me and stands against the back wall.  He looks at my cock—and then at the screen.
    I stroke.  Slowly.  And wait.
    In moments he unzips.  His cock is pulled out.  I glance over.  He is hung—a good 7+ inches.  He doesn’t stroke.  He shakes it at me.  I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a better angle to suck.  I turn slightly—and his hardness slaps me in the face.  I open and swallow him down.
    “Jeez…” he breathes, as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked.  “Your mouth is hot.”
    I grunt something affirmative around his cock.  His dick head drools on my tongue.
    “You have me so close,” he whispers.
    I pull up and work on just the head.  In moments, he grabs my shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth.  When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not needing to do any mop up at all. 
    I have never seen him again.
    *
    I have moved over to the gay side.  The porn is better here.  The guy who was sucking the burly guy lingers for a time.  He makes no effort to suck me—or vice versa.  Finally, he leaves.
    I consider going home. 
    The door opens.  The older man with a long beard walks in.  He is the man who never gets hard but he always shoots a load.  He’s delighted I am there.  He unzips instantly and feeds me his regulation cock.
    True to form, I do all my oral tricks.  He never hardens, but in five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat.  He pats me on the head, zips up and goes home.
    Through the grate in the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door.  I wait a moment, letting the scene on the screen finish in all its creamy glory.  I bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door.  There are two men in the room.  One guy is way down front and I can’t really see him.  I sit in the back row, right behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head.  Though he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking. 
    With me behind him, he begins stroking again.  My dick is wet enough that it makes a sound as I so the same.  He does a half turn to see if he can get a look.  The angle is bad.  He turns back to the screen.
    We stroke.
    Suddenly he stands, he comes around and leans against the wall.  It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head.
    “You suck?”
    I nod and take him into my mouth.  I suck the head.  I deep throat the shaft.  He fucks my face.  He pulls out.  “I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs.
    He sits back down and jerks some more.
    Soon enough, he is back.  We try again.  His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip.  I decide to go for his balls with my tongue and work his shaft with my hand.  This seems to get him close.  He fucks my face again.  He stops, angry at himself. 
    He sits and jerks.  The scene on the screen becomes two guys and a girl doing DP.  He jerks harder.  Actually, I do, too.  As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing his cock to my mouth once again.  I turn to him.  He thrusts into my opening mouth.
    “I really want to blow in you,” he mumbles.
    I work diligently. 
    Suddenly, my hand is knocked away from my cock.  The man from way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head.  This excites the man in my mouth.  I can feel the head of his cock expanding.  
    “Suck that big dick,” the guy against the wall groans out.
    This makes us both pick up speed.  With the added stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself.  And I don’t want to be the first to spew my seed.
    I get my wish.  The guy grabs my head and bucks into my mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy load.  In just moments, while I am still swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs.
    Only later do I realize I never really saw who it was…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Tale of Three Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       December 22, 2022
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    Keshawn Throws a Party

    By FelchingPisser,


    Motel
    Louisville—November, 2022
     
    In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November.  He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there.  He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men.  It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me.  I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana.  I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm…
     
    Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug.  There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television.  We nod to each other.  I recognize him from the last gathering here.  I strip down myself.  In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive.  One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group.  He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party.  We smile at each other as they strip down.  Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me.
    In moments, the seven of us are naked.  The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed.  I am on the bed with the hot versatile.  He is sucking the Top he arrived with.  The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room.  I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt.  He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth.  I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready.
    Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear.  I hear it before I turn around to see it.  The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole.  I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group.  The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. 
    Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill.  He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass.  It feels great as I glide in.  Keshawn is on all fours.  I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn.  The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking.  I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker.
    The next 30 minutes is a blur.  Everyone changes partners every few minutes.  Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking.  I fuck the Latin guy.  He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops.  “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear.  I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn.  I sink to the floor to watch the fuck.  The Latin is on all fours.  Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in.  The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum.  It clings to Keshwan’s cock.  I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips.
    Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing…
    *
    I am lying on the bed.  Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole.   When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move.  It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck.  He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute.
    “Fuck!” he groans.
    Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick.  Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face.  I am almost in overload.  His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here.  My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke.  Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn.  I look over to the other bed.  The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin.  I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load…
    *
    A new arrival has come in.  He’s my age, good looking and versatile.  Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him.  I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass.  His cock is big but not huge.  I watch it fuck into my friend.  I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt.
    Mike pulls out.  “Lick me clean.  I know you want it.”
    I do want it.  I can’t get enough.  He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass.  “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.”  I stay on my knees next to them.  Not that there is any place I’d rather be. 
    Mike pulls out again.  I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack.  He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt.  In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me…
    *
    The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile.  I do more felching and fucking.  Mike is right there to watch.  We kiss.  I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile.
    It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin.
    Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts.   The Latin begs off for a break.  Mike goes back up Keshawn.  “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side.  I am right there—but with my tongue first.  I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke.
    Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass.  He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn.  When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock.
    Now I have three asses to rotate through.  I make them all kneel on the bed:  Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side.  I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. 
    The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses.
    Mike suddenly spasms.  “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum.  I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot.  I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt.  It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. 
    Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Throws a Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)        December 18, 2022
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    Pushing the Stroker's Limits

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—November, 2022
    I went to the bookstore nearest to me for some Sunday afternoon fun.  Historically, it has been a good time to find playful men needing to get off before the work week starts…
     
    I lock the car and go in.  The parking lot is sparse, but I am slightly earlier than usual.  I go into the straight side.  A younger man I recognize by sight is in the back row.  He is Black, around 30 and with a large frame that carries his weight well.  I know that he loves to jerk to the movies and other people’s action.  He has acted as voyeur for me before, jerking as he watches me have sex.  We nod to each other.  I walk and sit on one of the chairs to the side in front of him.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness, in equal amounts from the sleazy scene on the screen and the anticipation of what might happen.
    As my eyes become accustomed to the light, I realize we are the only men here.  We both stroke for our mutual enjoyment.  I am in great sightlines for him to see me.  I turn occasionally to see if he is enjoying the show.  He is.  And the movie—a nasty hetro anal only vid.
    The door opens.  It’s a man around my age, but this guy is old school Hollywood handsome.  Tall, dark, grey hair—think Cary Grant at 55.  He sits across the aisle from me.  He is instantly aroused by the video—and perhaps the two of us stroking to it.  Where he sits, he can’t see the guy in the back row, just me and video.  His suit pants soon tent up.  He looks over at me.  I shrug—a go-ahead-and-open-them look.  He unzips.  And pulls out a beautiful seven incher with an angry red head.  I smile and turn back to the screen.
    We all stroke.  My dick is leaking, just thinking about that guy’s dick.  I want him in my mouth.  When he looks at me again, I nod.  He nods back.  I take a swig from my water bottle, recap it and stand up.  I reach for him.
    “Sorry.  I don’t let anyone touch me.”
    Fuck, I’ve read all the signals wrong.  I quickly sit back in my chair.  But the spell has been broken.  Soon enough, I pick up my coat and my water bottle and head next door.  I sit in the back row.  The only man in the room is an average looking guy.  He wastes no time in going down on me.
    The door opens.  I don’t let my sucker get up.  Mr. Hollywood comes in.  He nods to me, sits where he can watch the blow job and pulls his cock out.  My sucker, seeing the new dick, moves to service him.
    “He wants to watch me get sucked,” I tell him, sounding slightly more sharp than I intended.  The sucker obediently goes back down on me.  He works harder on my cock.  Showing off.
    “Get my balls.” 
    He burrows in, as I stroke the wet shaft.  This gives the voyeur a great view.  He beats harder.
    My cocksucker tries hard, but I am nowhere near giving him a load.  He finally gives up and takes off.  I hear him go next door—where he will just be disappointed with yet another stroke- only guy.
    Silence. Then:
    “That’s a beautiful cock,” says the handsome one.
    “As is yours.”
    “Thanks.”
    We stroke—looking at each other, not really at the film.
    “Sorry about before, I don’t let guys play with me here.  Married, you know.”
    I nod.
    We stroke.
    “May I touch yours?”
    This surprises me.  But I nod in agreement.  He comes over and sit on the other half of the bench I’m on.  His right hand reaches over and wraps around my hot flesh.
    “Damn, you’re thick.”  He gives me a few strokes.  “It’s so…heavy.  I mean, it….” He trails off.
    “I know what you mean—it’s a true ‘piece of meat.’”
    He strokes me faster.  His left hand touches my balls, rubbing the wet, hairy orbs.
    “Do you fuck women, too?”
    “Occasionally—but only if there is a hot husband in the equation, as well.”
    “Fuck, I’d love to see that…” he trails off.  And stops touching me.  He moves back to his chair and we both focus on the video and stroke to the hairy and tatted guys on the screen about to breed.
    A long silence.
    “I hate thinking your cum will end up on the floor,” I tell him.  “Would you consider shooting on my face?”
    He stops stroking and looks at me.
    “Totally safe for you and hot for me as I lick your load out of my beard.”
    He says nothing.  And moments later goes next door.
    I sigh.  And go piss.  I consider going home.  But I check the straight room again.
    The two strokers are there.  The Black guy still seated in the back row.  Mr. Hollywood leaning against the back wall.  Both are flogging their cocks like crazy.  I take mine out and sit close to them.  Watching. 
    Both men are close.  I decide what the hell. I get up and kneel in front of Mr. Hollywood.  I am nowhere near close enough to connect with his wet cock, but in good range for a blast of cum.  He actually looks at me and smiles, jerking even harder.
    The guy to the side sees me and stands up.  He aims his dick in my direction and fires off.  The cum splats on the floor, nowhere near me, but it’s a nice thought.  Mr. Hollywood sees this—and it makes him shoot.  I move slightly towards him.  I am rewarded with one blast on my beard.  The rest goes on the floor.  My tongue finds his cum—rather sweet—and that is enough for me to shoot, too, mixing our semen on the floor.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Pushing the Stroker's Limits (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    December 11, 2022
  6. FelchingPisser
    Near home—November, 2022
    When I got home from my disappointing Friday bookstore outing, I thought about going downstairs and taking matters into my own hands while watching some porn on the big screen television in the playroom.  But I didn’t.  Jerking off alone bores me.  I decided to save the load for someone on Saturday night.  I had recently been impressed with the Saturday night crowd at the bookstore closest to me—so I resolved to go there again…
     
    Once again, there are lots of men milling around the two theatres.  There is also, once again, a higher percentage of men of color than I am used to seeing here.  I settle against the side wall in the straight room.  Now, jerking to attract men to come play with me, is jerking I enjoy.  I am soon rewarded with a regular, a greying bear around my age,  He kneels and sucks my cock.  He is good if not great.  Lovely warm up head.
    “Don’t forget my balls.”
    The Bear obediently moves down and begins to lick my swollen nut sack.  When I’ve had enough of that, a simple touch to the back of his head, moves him back up to my wet shaft.  When his knees tire, I thank him as I give him an arm to get him back to his feet.
    “Nice dick.”
    The voice is behind me.  I turn.  A young man, somewhere between 25 and 35 stands there.  He is rather short, dressed in light grey sweats, which contrast starkly with his ebony skin tone.  I smile at him.  He sits in the empty chair next to me.  It takes a few minutes, but soon his hand furtively takes my cock out of my hand and into his.  He strokes it for a few moments and whispers, “Damn.”
    He lets go of it and turns to look at me.  “Did you let a guy around my age suck your cock the other night?”
    “Lots of guys suck this dick, so maybe.”
    “My age.  He would have taken you into one of those booths.”
    I know just who he means, another Black young man who was desperate for my load.  He sucked me with great skill until he warned me that he was going to shoot himself.  I ended taking his load.  “Yeah, I think I know who you mean.”
    “He told me all about you.  Told me to watch for you.”
    “That’s hot.”
    The young man touches my cock again.
    “I want to suck you, too...”
    “Go ahead,” I tell him.
    “I can’t do it here.  Come to the booth.  Like he did.”
    I shrug and do up my fly. 
    We go out together—all eyes on us from the rest of the men in the room.  He opens the door to the middle of three preview booths.  I smile—it’s the same one.
    The guy sits and pulls his sweat pants down.  His Andrew Christian underwear pouch is very full.  He takes out a long, thin dick.  He pulls on himself slightly as I open my fly.  “Let me suck that big white cock.”
    I give it to him.  His mouth envelops me.  He’s good.  Wet.  A busy tongue.  No teeth.  I wonder idly if the two young men play together.  It would be hot to have the three of us in one room…
    My mind is pulled back to the mouth on me.  He’s gone from the shaft to my balls.  As I watch, he slides from the bench to his knees.  He inhales deeply.  He groans and jerks himself harder as his tongue licks each hairy orb.
    He stops.  “Please sit down—but pull those pants off.”
    I open them and the old camouflage pants bunch around the tops of my boots.  I sit and spread my legs.  He grunts his appreciation.  His tongue is now all over my ball sack.  He even lifts them, once they are thoroughly wet, and tongues my perineum.  The more he licks, the faster he strokes.
    “I really want your cum,” he murmurs.
    I help this to happen by stroking my spit covered cock as he goes back to licking my nuts.  His tongue swabs them both once again.  His tongue now replaces my hand on my shaft.  Up it climbs, slowly, but ever higher.  Soon his mouth envelops my cock head. He takes me down his throat—and then bobs up and tongues my piss slit.
    He pulls off.  My hands go to his shoulders and give him an encouraging squeeze.
    “Daddy, likes Black boys?”
    I nod. 
    He jerks himself harder as he leans in to take me into his mouth again.  “Oh, shit.  I’m gonna cum.”  He stands up.  “Take my load…”
    I lean forward.  I am just in time.  I get every drop of his huge, creamy offering.  I hold his balls so he can’t pull out, as my tongue gets every drop out of him.
    “Shit…” he breaths.
    “It’s fine.”
    It makes me smile that he had no more self-control than his friend.  I take it as a compliment.
    He pulls himself together fast. 
    “Maybe next time you’ll get mine,” I tell him.
    He nods.
    “And say hello to your friend.”
    He nods once again and is out the door.  I pull up my pants.  My cock will not go down.  I find the Bear, who started my night, in the dark corner of the gay cinema.  He needs little encouragement to go to his knees and suck me again.
    In moments, he is getting my pent-up load…
     
    I actually went back to the bookstore the next day after a playroom hook-up cancelled.  I would write up “Bookstore Sunday” if I remembered anything about that session…
     
    The original, and over a 1000 othere posts, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday: “He Told Me to Watch for You…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       December 3, 2022
  7. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—November, 2022
    Jake came to see me on a Thursday.  When Friday dawned, I was horned.  Really horned.  I was aware I was erect even before I was aware that I was awake.  I showered and did all those morning things.  The erection may have ebbed, but not the feeling.  I wanted sex; sex that was different than the kind of sex I had had the day before.  It being Friday, it made me think it might be a good afternoon at the bookstore that had just changed its video lounge into more of a playspace.
    The moment that thought hit, my cock told me it was the right answer. I packed a lunch, dressed in clothes I didn’t care about and hit the road, nursing my second mug of tea…
     
    There are a few cars here at 11:30am.  I am early on purpose.  I want to stroke a little and watch the men arrive.  I pay and go in.  No one seems to be here.  No, there is a man’s head appearing over the partitions that make the row of cubicles.  He must be standing on the ottoman in the last booth.  I can feel his eyes watching me as I sit down in the main area, the one showing straight and gay porn on the same wall.  I open my fly.  I hear him make some sort of noise in the back of his throat.  When I turn, he has disappeared into the cubicle.
    I stroke.  Suddenly he emerges from the curtained doorway.  He is naked except for a pair of shower thongs.  His erection is swaying from side to side as he strides toward me.  He goes to his knees without a word and wrests my erection from my hand and swallows me down.  I think I know him from here, but I can’t quite place him.  I try to get lost in the moment.  His oral technique is good—but just as I am beginning to relax, he knicks me with a tooth or squeezes my shaft in a death grip.  So instead, I’m tense.
    “You need to fuck me,” he keeps repeating, when he comes up for air.
    Finally, he squeezes me once too often.  “Get on your knees of the sofa,” I bark.
    “Why?”  He’s not playacting here.  He really doesn’t know what I want.
    “You said you wanted to be fucked.”
    That does it.  He jumps up, knees on the cushion next to me.  I get up and bend to rim.  Now I know who it is…it is the man who anoints every inch of skin on his body with baby oil.  I can smell it before my face connects.  How could I not before?  I forego ass eating.  I lube up and slide in.  The man grunts and moans.  “Give me your load.  Cum in me.”
    “Earn it,” I snap.
    Instead of inspiring him to work harder, he just takes a hit of poppers and let’s his asscunt go slack.  And then I feel it.  I know, as I pull out, what I’m going to find.  He cleaned for a six incher, not for me,
    I stomp off to the bathroom while he keeps telling me it’s impossible that he’s dirty…
    *
    I watch porn.  There are men milling about.  Not many.  A man my age with a shaved head finds me.  He gives good oral.  He was a witness to the earlier fuck—and assures me he is cleaned out properly.  I fuck him.  And he’s wrong.
    Strike two.
    Once I have cleaned up, I go eat my lunch.  New men are walking around as I come back in from my car.  I sit in the overstuffed chair in the gay room.  Another man is here, on the far end of the couch.  He is very blue collar—in his work clothes, seemingly direct from some sort of job with cars.  I can smell the engine oil on him—a smell I find hot, not in the least off putting.  I take out my cock.  He smiles at me, rather tensely.  But he unzips the slightly oil-stained blue pants.  He takes out a thick piece of meat, coaxing it to full hardness.
    We stroke.  My eyes on him.  His eyes moving back and forth from the porn to my cock.  Minutes pass.  I stand up.  “May I?”  I indicate the seat next to him on the couch. 
    He nods.
    I sit.  And now we stroke side by side.  Soon, my hand is on his cock, his on mine.  We both stroke each other, a little awkwardly.  Without asking, I go to the floor and take him in my mouth.  This finally makes him harden up fully.  He sighs, closes his eyes and his rough hands stroke the stubble on my head. 
    I feel, rather than see, a man sit on the couch.  I glance up.  It is an older Black man.  His gnarled hand reaches over and strokes the guy’s bush and chest.  When I come up for air, the Black guy leans down and take him in his mouth.  I move to the mechanic’s balls, taking them individually into my mouth.
    I pull off him.  The older man lets me have another go at the drooling dick.  But soon, we are sharing it again.  He sucks some, I suck some.  He sucks while I lick balls…
    My knees rebel.  I stand up.  The Mechanic leans forward and takes me in his mouth.  This inspires the older man to really go to town on the Mechanic.  I like what he’s doing to my dick, but it is an awkward position.
    “Hey,” the Mechanic taps the older man on his shoulder, indicating for him to stop.  “What I really want is for you to fuck me,” he says, looking up at me.
    I think back to the two other men with not very well-prepared asses.  I start to stumble through a speech about cleaning out.  The Mechanic cuts me off.  “I know how to do that—and did it.  I just don’t know if I can take someone bigger than my shower nozzle.”
    The Mechanic stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  The underwear follows.  He turns and braces himself on the arm of the sofa.  The older man has unzip and is stroking his own cock now as I lube up.  The ass in front of me is totally smooth on the cheeks—and incredibly hairy in the cleft.  I want to rim him, but the Mechanic reaches back and pulls me by my cock towards his hole.
    “Go slow,” he implores. 
    I work my head in.  The Mechanic starts to pant.  I disappear into him inch by inch.  I am almost all the way in.
    “Oh, fuck, no!”  The Mechanic pulls off me.  “Sorry.  No way.”
    I shake my head and go piss.
    I take one last look around and go home…
     
    This Friday might have been a bust—but if I’d gotten off then, I would have missed the hot man I met on Saturday.  And that’s the next post!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Friday: "Go Slow..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       November 30, 2022
  8. FelchingPisser

    Jake Takes It All

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    My Playroom—November, 2022
    In the first few days of November, I had a date to fuck and fist Jake.  (And likely abuse his balls.)  I hadn’t seen him for a quite some time, February to be precise.  We had tried on a couple of occasions to meet, but our schedules had never meshed.  But we knew we’d see each other again.  After all, he is the man I have played with longer than anyone else in my current stable of men.
    He drove in on a beautiful fall day and we began to play in the early afternoon…
     
    Jake, in his harness, sits on the bed.  I take my thickening cock out of the jock pouch.  He licks the head, savoring the pearl of precum, and then takes my length down his throat.  I harden the rest of the way as I feel his throat constrict around me.  I pull out.  Jake sighs—and does it again.  It’s harder now to get me down his throat.  Poppers come out.  The last inch goes in—but for only a second.  It actually hurts me, it’s so tight.
    “Up on the bench.”
    Jake complies and I kneel behind him.  I pull the cheeks apart and my tongue zeros in on his hole.  He grunts as I connect.  I get his hole as wet as I possibly can.  I am coating my cock with cocoanut oil as I lick his pucker.  I stand up and enter his ass.  Slow and steady.  The sippy cup of poppers is used again.  Jake sighs and tells me to fuck him.  I begin a steady thrust without the usual waiting-in-place time.  I build the strokes quickly—using my entire length on each insertion. 
    It's driving him crazy.  He moans continually.  I put a foot up on the bench in front of his left knee.  I sink into him even deeper.  Again and again. 
    I get the leg down and return to fucking at a more normal depth.  But Jake needs more.  Already.  I grab the egg headed dildo, lube it up and twist it into place.  My cock slides in under the toy—making his hole feel tight again.  I fuck like this for a few minutes.  Then I slip out, leaving the toy in place and add my dick on the of it.  It feels quite different as the underside of my cock rubs the many grooves of the toy.
    I don’t often fist on the bench, but Jake is ready for more.  I find the Crisco under the sling and lube up my hands.  The left slides in easily.  I alternate back and forth.  A twist on the entry and another on the exit.  Left.  Right.  Left.  Right. Right. And left.
    Jake is in his own world.  But as he feels me wind down, he murmurs a “Go for a double.”  I wonder if it’s too soon but say nothing.  I re-grease and slide the left into place.  My right palm glides down the forearm sticking out of his ass and joins the left hand deep in his hole.  Jake moans in absolute pleasure…
    * 
    On to the sling.  I clean up his hole of excess Crisco with a towel and then spend several minutes rewarding it with my tongue and lips.  I love the feel of ass lips in all stages of play.  Jake’s are now engorged and puffy.  I suck them into my mouth as my tongue teases deep inside him.
    I slip on the Ass Grommet, the toy that supersizes my cock’s thickness.  The head pokes out unchanged in girth, but my shaft is encased now in a latex donut.  I watch Jake’s face as he feels the thickness stretch his hole.  He sighs in contentment as I sink in.  I fuck with it on for many minutes.  Then I hold the toy in place inside him and pull my cock out.  It creates a lovely vacuum sound.  I grease my cock a little and push back in through the hole in the toy and fuck him some more.
    I go for a lot more hand work.  Alternating between the slightly smaller left and my active right.  I don’t go for another double.  Yet.  Jake often checks the mirror to watch the insertions, but more often has his eyes closed and is seemingly just reveling in the sensations.
    I use the speculum—cranking open the device with ease.  I fuck with it in place.  Cool metal (for the first moment) on the sides and hot flesh above and below me.  Soon enough the stainless steel is as hot as his ass.
    With the speculum out, I go back to full fisting.  I do a lot of stretching.  Now, with his guidance, I work in a little deeper than I have ever been inside him.   It is a slow, slow crawl into the very depths of his person.  Past the second hole…the bend…
    Once I’ve retreated—it’s back to some alternating hands.  So far, they have been going in flat—fingers first and curling shut into a fist once they are inside him.  I repeat that—working up to a faster rhythm.  Now I go a true punch fist—going in with my fingers curled tightly shut.  Just a couple of times…and then it’s time to relax.
    We lay on the bed.  Jake falls fully asleep for a moment.  The porn on the screen ends.  I don’t want to move to restart it for fear of waking him.  When he wakes, he grabs the red wooden box ball crusher.  I watch as he gets his nuts in place.
    Jake gets back in the sling.  I find the extra chain we used before to suspend the crusher from the top of the sling stand.  We get it all in place, so the box pulls on his nut sack, while the interior of it is squeezing his large, sensitive testicles.  Jake adjusts how much pressure he wants on his nuts, and then adds nipple clamps to himself.  I am not going to tighten things down this time on the box.  I leave his balls alone and play with his hole.  Some cock, the egg headed toy again and, mostly, my hands.
    I start fisting the usual way.  But I am gliding home to a double much more often.  More so than I have ever doubled Jake.  He is now literally in another head space.  All from just poppers and the pleasure I am giving his hole. 
    We are quickly wrapping up play.  His hole is tiring.  I can tell.  I do one more double.  Jake breathes as if giving birth---and suddenly his whole body shudders as his internal orgasm takes over…
    *
    Jake has often written up the play from his perspective.  I have just read his version.  We remember things in a similar way—with some interesting differences.  I will publish his write up tomorrow, 24 hours from when I publish this one.
     
    Here is the link to the original:  From My Side of the Sling: Jake Takes It All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)          November 26, 2022
    Here is the link to Jake's version of events:  From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Jake Gets Another Day in the Dungeon (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     November 27, 2022
  9. 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
  10. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—October, 2022
     
    I had joined Osvaldo at a number of events held at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids.  Between each of them he kept up a lively text conversation—sending me enticing pictures of his ass.  I finally gave in and decided to meet him at the second Cum-Union party of October.  We agreed on a time—and off I went.
    I paid my admission and went to find my locker.  The place seemed busy, but not packed.  I hoped that would mean men would be more playful.  I ditched my clothes, leaving on a moderately stained jock and my combat boots.  I was a half hour early, so I went to make a tour of the upstairs play areas.
    It hasn’t changed.  The sling is hung at a horrible downward angle and too low (except for the shortest top you can imagine.)  There is a dark corner nearby with a couch.  There is a porn viewing area and a sauna.  The gloryhole room is empty.  The medical exam table is on the opposite side, along with another porn screen.
    I sat in the big porn area (with theatre seats) and stroked a little…
     
    “Hello, again…”
    It is a young Latin man, but not Osvaldo.  He reaches for my cock—and grabs me tightly. Too tightly to be comfortable.  I pry his fingers loose.  I recognize him from the last time I was here.  We’d fucked—and it was adequate.  I explain I am waiting for someone.
    “Find me later,” he says as he goes off on the hunt.
    I put my now wilted cock away and go down to the lockers.  And there is Osvaldo, just locking his up.  We hug.  “I am on the waiting list for a room,” he tells me.  But we don’t wait.  We go up to the medical exam table.  I bend him over, so his chest is on the padded table top.  His towel falls away.  He has gained a little weight since our last meet, but it just makes his ass more voluptuous.  I kneel and bury my face into his cheeks for the first of hundreds of times in the next few hours.  He is wet, just from the thought of my cock.  I burrow in.  The sound of my spitting into his hole fills the concrete walled room.
    I need to fuck.  I stand up and slide into him.  He gasps.  He’s been playing with some big toys—he takes me much easier than last time.  I fuck him—long strokes.  And slow.
    “Give it to me hard…” he moans.
    I do.  Now it is the sound of my hips on his ample ass that fill the room.  And draw spectators.  They stroke openly or grope themselves through their towels.  One man, my age, knows what we want.  He comes over and feeds Osvaldo his cock.  It’s only been ten minutes—and already the boy has what he craves—cock in both holes at the same time.
    Eventually, I offer the man Osvaldo’s ass.
    “Thanks, but I’m an oral guy,” he says, pulling out and wrapping his towel around his bigger than average cock.
    We fuck some more there, but no one else joins us.  I pull out and go sit in a chair near the table.  I spread my legs.  “Taste your ass on my dick.”
    He’s right there, kneeling and cleaning my cock.  His tongue works every inch.  He suddenly stops, checking his phone, his constant companion.
    “I’ll be back,” he tells me.  “Fuck someone else for a minute.”  And is gone down the stairs.
    Instantly, the other Latin guy is there.  Did he hear Osvaldo?  He bends over the exam table.  I eat him out and fuck him.  But he’s one of those guys who tells me exactly how I need to do it.  Too deep, too fast, too slow, etc.  I make a mental note to avoid him in the future.
    I slap his ass, pull out and go downstairs.  Osvaldo meets me—he has the room.  It’s a double bed sized mattress on a wooden platform.  He leads me there and firmly shuts the door.  “Just us this time.”
    He tells me to lie down.  He gives me head.  He snaps away with his phone.  This is why he wanted the room.  He is taking pictures of his mouth wrapped around my dick.  Or licking my boots.  Or him sitting on my face, feeding me his wet hole.  Now he gets close-ups of my cock sliding into him as he sits on me.  He bounces hard—blissing out and finally forgetting to film.
    When his legs tire, I lean him chest to bed and eat his now super wet hole.  I fuck—and kill the shot (the video I posted) by putting my knee up on the bed so I can fuck him deeper.  My left hand finds the back of his neck.  I hold him in place as I plow into him…
    *
    I open the door.  A Latino Daddy is right there.  He comes in and fucks for a bit.  When he leaves, I eat the hole he’s just plowed and fuck Osvaldo until the next man arrives.  A young otter clambers up on the bed and feeds Osvaldo as I fuck.  He eventually fucks him, too.  He says nothing, but I find that he has loaded Osvaldo’s ass.  I felch it out.
    Another man enters and fucks.
    Yet another comes in as I’m fucking.  His finger indicates that he wants my ass.  When I say “no” he has no interest in staying.
    Even the bottom next door comes over to fuck Osvaldo.  “It sounded so good through the wall,” he tells us, “I got super hard.”  He has—and uses it on Oswado’s, now super wet, hole.
    We try another round upstairs.  But we get no takers. 
    We go into the glory hole room.  No one.
    We go back to his room, and instantly have two more guys in with us.  Each fucks him.  No loads, but that’s just fine.  I clean his ass up each time before fucking him as hard as I know how..
    *
    It’s late.  I need to go.  The men at the door have slowed.  I am getting tired.  Osvaldo is on his back, legs in the air.  I stand on the floor at the edge of the bed and slip into him, worrying that I have fucked too much to get off.  But no.  I give him three jets of cum.  But it’s that rote emptying of my over-used balls—not the overpowering cum shot I love.
    I say good night.
    The moment I leave, a Latin daddy is back for more.  He shuts the door behind him.  I make one more round of the play area.  A young man I recognize from somewhere is getting fucked on the couch near the sling.  He is also sucking a third man’s cock.  I watch his ass get loaded.  The guy leaves.  The young man does not move.  I go over and sample the load dripping from his hole.  My tongue finds it thick and creamy.  My cock demands to fuck.  I slip into him.  The young man grunts around the cock in his mouth.  I fuck a few swift strokes in the cummy hole. 
    I am there.  The full blown cum shot I needed.  I give him back more cum than I ate from his hole…and tell him so as I pull out.  He just keeps sucking the other man, his dripping ass up in the air for more…
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Gets What He Needs at Cum-Union (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       November 20,2022
  11. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—October, 2022
     
    I had met him just a few days ago.  Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place.   (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two).    He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him.  He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass.  He had asked for my number before we were done there.  A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom…
     
    He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom.  He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock.  I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair.  His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock.  He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch.  He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric.  My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue.  It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended.  He lifts an edge and my cock springs free.  He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat.  To the root.  And holding it there.  I push slightly—making him choke. 
    He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes.  “Do that again.”
    So I do.
    He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit.  My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face.  This makes his hard cock ooze.  We do it all again, repeating the same process.
    “Up on the bench,”
    He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass.
    “Anything you want,” he tells me.
    I choose to tongue it first.  Deep and hard.  He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall.  It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing.  Now he can see it as well as feel it.  He moans. 
    I stand up.  “Did you say ‘anything?’”
    “Yes, Sir.
    I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack.  A short, quick blast.  I go to my knees and lick him clean.  I stand up and do it again.  I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock.  This time when I stand, I push into him.  His puffy ass lips part and take me.  One inch.  Two.  I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. 
    “Fuck me!”
    I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck.  I speed up quickly.  I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly.  Just as suddenly I stop.
    “You want to taste your hole?”
    “Yes, Sir.  Love it.”
    I walk around to his mouth.  He gobbles me down, slurping loudly.  “Can you taste any of my piss?”
    He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative.
    I go back and fuck him some more.  When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock.  I let him.  I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep.  Then it’s another round in his butt.
    He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few.  He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile.  I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. 
    Which makes me want to fuck it one more time…
    *
    We’ve moved to the sling.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass.  It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me.  His hole is responsive to every thrust. 
    “Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.”
    This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains.  Finally, I stop to catch my breath.
    “Let me eat your ass.  Please.”
    “Sling or rimseat?” I ask.
    “Both.”
    I help him out and take his place in the sling.  He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt.  He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue.  He’s great.  And obviously loves it.  He’s rock hard.  I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror.
    I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry.  I just lie back and stroke.
    “I want to try the rimseat.”
    I get out and drag it from its corner.  I arrange the mat to lie on.  “Let me give you a break and go under first.”
    I do.  His ass fills every bit of room.  My mouth is plastered to his wet hole.  I can barely get air.  But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine.  I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum.  It’s my turn to groan.  He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me.  I turn myself to the side in order to get some air.  I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again.
    He stands up.  “My turn.”
    We switch.  I sit gingerly on the seat.  His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole.  I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue.
    Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable.  My hole is amazing relaxed and wet.  I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest.  He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there.
    “I need to breed you.  You want my cum up your hole?”
    “Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me.
    I stand up.  I move around and help him to his feet.  “Sling or bench?”
    “Sling,” he decides.  “I can see more.”
    Back to the sling we go.  I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again.  My cock is slick and ready.  I stand up and plow into him.  He grunts at the force of my entry.  I can’t help it.  I am in total rut.  I can think of nothing but my release.
    Two strokes.  Maybe three.  And I explode.  Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock.  I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted…
    *
    (And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub.  He’s coming back next week!)
     
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)          November 15, 2022
     
     
  12. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—October, 2022
    I got the word at the last minute.  The host of the sex party I have written so often about on this site, was looking to start it up again, in a limited fashion.  It was still to be in Grand Rapids, but in someone else’s home.  He asked if I was available to attend—and if I could bring the sling and rimseat.  Naturally, I said ‘yes.’
    It was right in the middle of the month, when the weather was still warm.  I packed the car and took off in the late afternoon. The trees along the highway were still a riot of reds and yellows. I found the new place easily, in a rather expensive looking neighborhood.  The host, short and dark, helped me carry things in.  The owner of the house was a good-looking man around my age.  He had closely cropped hair and was rather tall and thin. He had not attended any of the groups where I had been in attendance.  But he was eager.
    I got things set up just as the rest of the men arrived.  I knew regular attendees Tim and Brad with their big thick cocks.  A blond man, early fifties and thickly built, was a newbie to sex in groups.  A regular fuck bud of the host’s, another man I didn’t know, was to arrive later.  A small group—but a good way to get back at it again…
     
    “You all need to fuck me.”  The Host jumps in the sling.  I go to my knees and begin to suck on Brad’s thickening cock.  Tim goes to the floor to suck mine.  We all watch the Newbie grease up his dick and slide into the Host.  I watch Newbie’s face.  I can tell the moment the Host clamps down on his dick and begins to milk it.  His eyes grow big and he begins to pant.  He starts to fuck him, hard, as the Owner twists his nipples.  The harder the twist—the harder he fucks into the host’s wet hole.
    The three of us regroup.  Tim sucks his partner and I try to take Tim into my mouth without scraping my teeth on his thick dick.  It has always been thick—but he’s been pumping it lately—and it is even thicker and more of a mouthful.
    I notice the Owner is now up the Host.  Newbie stands by and returns the nipple stimulation.  The Owner is fucking with an easy, purposeful stroke.  It makes the man in the sling beg for it: “Fuck me harder,” he moans.  And he does, making the chains rattle.
    The Owner pulls out.  “He’s ready for the bigger dicks.”
    Tim goes first, that fat cock super-sizing his hole. 
    Then I fuck him.
    And finally, Brad.  The other men stand and stroke to our fucking the small man in the sling.
    “You should get in the sling,” Newbie says to the Owner.
    “I thought I was gonna top all afternoon,” he says, but he’s leaning against the sling frame and letting Newbie finger fuck his ass.  I get him into the sling and let Newbie fuck him first.  Then I do.  Others have gone to the bed.  Tim, on all fours, has his partner up his ass.  The Host crawls under him to lick the long dick as it fucks into Tim.  Soon the three of us at the sling, go over and join the men on the bed.  I rim and fuck all three holes available to me, each juicier than the last.
    “Eat my ass like that,” says Newbie.  He has come up behind me as I slide into the Owner’s hot butt, after licking his ass thoroughly.
    I keep fucking, but nod to Newbie.  He moves to cradle me from behind and starts playing with my hole, sure I will let him in.  I keep batting his probing finger away.  The man I’m fucking asks for a break.  I pull out and turn to Newbie. “I’ll rim you either in the sling or on the rimseat.”
    “I’ve never been in a sling…”
    We go over and I get him up and in the stirrups.  I kneel and look at his pale, hairless ass.  I pull apart the cheeks—and my tongue connects with his hole. 
    “Fuck, yes…” he croons.  I lick the crack a lot and then begin fucking him with my tongue.  He jerks his cock.  Faster and faster.  The Host comes over and his mouth replaces the man’s hand.   Newbie groans.   Brad joins us, sticking his long dick in Newbie’s mouth.  It’s too much.  He yelps and begs us to stop or he’ll cum too soon…
    *
    We are 30 minutes into playing.  We are all back on the bed…three tops, going from hole to hole.  The friend of the host arrives.  He strips down.  The six of us are all 55 and up.  The new man is a good 15 years younger.  And very good looking.  He comes, naked and built to the foot of bed.  Every man in the room is all over him.  He just stands there—letting six men fondle, suck and tongue him. 
    He is all top.  He samples all the available asses with his slightly above average endowment.
    While he fucks Tim, I line up behind him so his butt pushes against my tongue on his backstroke.  He groans.  “You have to really eat my ass out.”
    I let him finish his fuck.  He comes right to me, the moment he pulls out of Tim.  I help him into the sling.  I rim.  All the others ring him as he lays there, squirming.   Hands and tongues are everywhere on his body.  Nipples, mouth, cock, ass.  Mr. Hot Looking is groaning, well whenever there isn’t a tongue or dick in his mouth. 
    For a man who doesn’t get fucked, his hole is opening. Opening easily.  My tongue is going deeper and deeper into him.  He pants and twist his balls, pleading for the man on his cock to slow down.
    A phone goes off.  Newbie has to leave.  For what ever reason, other men follow his lead. 
    Suddenly, I am alone with the Owner and the Host.  And they are picking things up.
    I don’t think anyone has gotten off.
    I pack up and drive home, still needing relief…
    *
    (It was a good time—I just needed that last five minutes in somebody…)
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Group of Six (No, Make That Seven) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       November 12, 2022
  13. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—October, 2022
    (This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.)
    I wander back to the trans room.  Blond Boy is on the exam table.  He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups.  “This should make it easier.”
    I go to my knees and begin eating his ass.  I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass.  I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth.  There is movement behind me.  Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in.  They both have their cocks out.  Gym Rat goes to his knees to suck the bear.
    I stand up.  The table is not a great height for me, but my cock finds its way into his furry hole.  I look over my shoulder.  The men have reversed on who is sucking who.
    “Fuck me, man.”
    I plow into him.  Hard.  Flesh on flesh slapping sounds fill the room.  Both men come over and jerk to our fuck.
    “You want a turn?”  I am looking at the Bear, but Gym Rat moves to replace me.  He does a couple strokes, sighs and takes off.  I go back up Blond Boy.  I hammer him hard for Bear’s benefit.  The Bear is now hot and ready.  He taps me on the shoulder and I give way.  His cock finds his hole and sinks in.  He pauses for a moment, obviously luxuriating in the tight wetness.  He begins to pound.  The table rocks.  Blond Boy grunts.  I stroke, sure that the Bear will give me a fresh load to fuck in.  But he stops—winded.  He pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  I clean his wet cock and fuck Blond Boy some more as the Bear watches.
    “Let’s take a break,” says Blond Boy.  The angle of the table is not very comfortable.  I help get him down and go out into the main area.  The Bear follows me.  I find Gym Rat, shorts around his ankles, standing and jerking to the straight porn.  I go to my knees and the Bear plays with Gym Rat’s nipples under his tee, and then raises it to lick them.  Gym Rat pulls out of my mouth with “I need to jerk, to actually shoot.”  His hand strokes himself in a flurry.  He fires three blasts of semen.  First in my beard—and the rest in my mouth.  He thanks us and takes off.
    “I need to suck your cock.”
    The Bear indicates for me to take a seat on the couch.  I do.  He kneels, still jerking his cock and takes me in his mouth.  Fuck!  He has a great tongue.  It is all over every inch of my used cock.  Licking and slurping.  And now my balls.  The Bear leaves them wet and dripping.  He is moving down, licking under them now.  Sensing my ‘go to’ place of where my cock ring cradles my balls.  He huffs the sex sweat I have there—and then licks it all up, groaning in the back of his throat.  His tongue snakes lower yet.
    “You want to rim me?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    I stand up to undo my pants, letting them fall.  I sit and he pushes my knees up with his big hands before burrowing his face into my hairy crack.  Damn, this guy is good.  I just let my mind go blank, letting him eat me out.
    “Flip over.”
    I get up on all fours on the couch.  He can get deeper into me this way—and his tongue is feeling great.  He licks me for a very long time—until his knees give out on the hard concrete.
    “Fuck me?” he asks, standing up.
    “Sure.”
    He replaces me on the couch, on all fours.  It’s my turn to rim.  I try to give him as much pleasure as he just gave me.  He is panting now as I dig deep into his hairy pucker.  “Fuck me with that big raw dick, man.  Please.”
    I stand up and slap my cock on his ass.  I find his now loose pucker with my drooling cock head.  A slight thrust and it disappears.  One more thrust—and half my shaft is inside him, stretching his hole.  “Damn…” he groans.  Now it’s all of me.   I build quickly from a slow rocking fuck to a hard driving dick down.  The Bear takes it all—and asks for more.
    Blond Boy comes out and watches me use the Bear.  He gropes himself.  And then disappears down to the arcade.
    I fuck the Bear until he needs to change position.  He wants it on his back, but that will be impossibly low for me on the couch.  We decide to use the exam table.  I find how I can adjust the height and the angle for his back.  The Bear gets up on it, feet resting on the stirrups.  I eat his wet hole again.  He calls me a pig, as I do it.
    I stand up and fuck.  He starts with jerking his cock in rhythm to my strokes—but soon leaves his dick alone and just focuses on the pleasure I am giving his ass and prostate.  I am so close to shooting—at least twice—but I just keep going.
    Finally, he stops me.  He has to get to some sort of appointment.  We exchange numbers.  We both want more from each other.
    I look around the deserted play area.  Anyone here to get me off?
    Blond Boy appears.  He gets up on the adjusted exam table.  I eat his hole—wondering if he got fucked downstairs.  I stand, enter and blast a load deep into his guts…
     
    *
    I had so much fun, that the next day I made an afternoon trip to the closest bookstore.  Of course, I proved the point that it’s all in who is there.  In the near deserted building, I did find a man who let me suck him.  Just as he was about to cum, he told me I could fuck him if I rubbered up.  I swallowed his load instead.  The only other playful man there was a hot guy with a shaved head.  His limits stopped with hand jobs.
    I went home.
    The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 6, 2022 
  14. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—October, 2022
     
    It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout.  I went on a Wednesday afternoon.  This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend.  But it was a terrific set of encounters…
     
    I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me.  I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy.  No one is viewing the variety of screens at this end of the building.  I go the other way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on.  The trans room at the end of the corridor is empty, too. 
    Fuck. 
    I go back and sit—watching a straight video.  The man in it is good looking, hung and demanding.  My cock stirs and I begin to jack.  I hear a movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles.  I turn.  A naked man appears.  He is a blond, hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s.  His decent sized dick is hard and throbbing.  I have used him here before.  He recognizes, me, too.
    “Let me suck that big dick.”
    He gets on his knees and takes my cock into his mouth.  He’s great.  And it’s an incredibly sloppy blow job.  My balls are collecting puddles of his spit.  I tell him to lick them clean.  He does, willingly, staying there until I nudge his head back to my shaft.
    He finally pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?”
    I nod.  He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms on the back.  I eat his ass for a long time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker.  Finally, I stand and slide into him.  He grunts.  And says “The harder the better.”
    I begin plowing into him.  We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles block our view for the moment.  Then he appears, a man around the same age as the guy I am in.  He is dark haired and built.  His massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt.   I pray he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth. 
    Now he really sees us, too, and realizes what we are doing.  He walks slowly toward us.  His hand gropes the front of his baggy gym shorts.  But then he turns and walks away towards the gay area.
    We fuck a little more, but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym Rat.  I let him go and watch the straight movie.  I give them five minutes.  When I reach the gay room, the television is now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening.  Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left over from someone’s 1990’s living room.  Gym Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth.  His gym shorts are around his ankles.  He wears no undergear of any kind.  Blond Boy, still slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat.  He pulls them apart.  I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a much tighter asshole.
    “Holy fuck,” Gym Rat grunts out.  He has two terrific tongues working on him at the same time.  GR sighs again.  “He tells me you have a big cock.  Fuck me.”
    I re-double my efforts to get him really wet.  I can’t wait to get into him.  I lick and spit a few more times, as I grease my dick up.  I stand.  It’s not a great angle, but I get the head into him, while he’s still being blown.
    “Slow,” he hisses.
    I have already stopped.  He tries to push back on me. 
    “You’re just too big, man.  Sorry.”
    Blond Boy comes off his dick.  “Then fuck me again.”
    He hunkers down in the chair.  Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it, so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth.  I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy.  I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum.  It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us to be comfortable.  I plow him and occasionally slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass.
    My knees on the hard floor give out first.  We all stretch and head our separate ways:  Gym Rat to the basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I go back to the main area.
    The moment I sit down the main door opens.  I don’t turn, I just jerk and wait to see if they come my way.  I smell him before I see him.  The acrid smell of asphalt.  Now I do turn.  It’s one of the construction crew working on the highway.  He is in stained work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me.  He glances at my cock and sits right next to me on the love seat.
    He pulls out his cock.  Bigger than average and uncut.  His rough hands play with himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls.  We stroke silently.  Throwing sidelong glances at each other.
    He breaks the silence.  “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.”
    Without a word, I slip to the floor and take him into my mouth.  His hands caress the cropped hair on my head.  That asphalt smell again.  He is dripping precum like crazy.
    “I really need this.”  I work on his foreskin.  I pull it down with just my lips and tongue.  He groans.  He is getting close, very fast.  To slow him just a little I go to his balls.  They are wonderfully musky from a half day’s work. 
    He groans.  “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.”  I work up and swallow him down.  He erupts the moment he feels my tongue.  It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his whole body is shaking.  I keep him in my mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops.
    I stand up.  The back of his hand touches the underside of my cock.  “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna try sucking one of these…”
    I smile and move so he can stand up, zip up and get back to work…
    *
    I take a moment after he leaves.  Then I wonder back to the trans room.  Blond Boy is on the exam table.  He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups.  “This should make it easier.”
    I go to my knees and begin eating his ass.  I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass.  I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth.  There is movement behind me.  Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in.  They both have their cocks out…
     
    Lots more to cum—Next Time.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 4, 2022
  15. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—October, 2022
     
    Last time, I noted how different cruising, even in the same location, can be every time you go.  It is so dependent on who shows up and who is in a playful mood.  Six days later I went back to the same bookstore.  It wasn’t a bad experience—but just so different from the week before…
     
    It’s Friday night.  There are men around—but no one is staying in one place long enough to get anything started.  In my first few moments in the straight theatre, sitting and stroking in the cock sucker’s seat, the door has opened a dozen times. Men meander in, stay for 30 seconds and then continue their search for some action to watch.  They usually let the door slam shut behind them.  There is one man staying in the room.  He is way down front and has no interest in either my cock or my mouth.
    The video changes—and not for the better.  It is one of those where the director talks to the woman about to have anal sex. Forever.  I try to stuff my cock down my trouser leg and do up my fly to go next door.  I succeed in making a giant tent in my pants.  I try to disguise it by holding my water bottle in front of me as I go next door. 
    There are a few men here watching the gay porn.  I sit—but the door is opened and closed with the 30 second visitors almost as much.  The video here is good.  I have arrived in the middle of a threeway on the screen and two of the other viewers are stroking.  A trucker type, with a full beard, notices me.  His face lights up.  He walks over to me, presenting me with his very average sized cock.
    “Like you did before?” he asks.
    Nothing else is happening, so I lean forward and swallow him down.  He is one of those easy cummers—that group of men where just the idea of someone willing to suck their cock makes them blow.  He gives me a load in mere moments.  He quickly leaves.  One of the two others in the room goes out with him.
     A grey haired, distinguished type, is left sitting in the back corner.  “It looks like you need someone to do that to you.”
    I nod, stand and, with my cock swaying, walk over to him.  He takes me deep into his mouth.  His tongue finds just the right spots.  I sigh, contented.
    The door opens.  My man does not stop.  Always a good sign.  A younger daddy (a real daddy, who would look at home pushing a stroller) comes in.  He leans against the wall fascinated by the real-life porn in front of him.  He actually takes out his cock to stroke as he watches me get serviced.
    I look back at him again.  I give him a hand wave to come join us.  To my surprise, he does.  I soon have a bigger than average cock in my hand.  I just hold his drooling dick as he watches the older guy pull off my cock—to show the new guy just how much he’s taken down his throat.
    “Damn,” the young daddy breathes.
    “Let him suck yours.”
    He shakes his head.  I give his cock a slight tug—and that’s all the encouragement it takes.  He steps forward for the grey-haired man to suck him.  I hold the young daddy’s balls as his shaft is slurped down.
    “God…” he groans.
    “You want to give him your load?” I murmur in his ear.
    He nods.
    It’s going to take no time at all.  He suddenly grabs my shoulders and begins bucking into the cocksucker’s mouth.  I can see each spurt of his cock in how his face spasms each time.  He’s exhausted when he’s done.  I look down at the cocksucker. His mouth is literally overflowing with jizz.  The young daddy leaves without a word.  I offer my cock back to the guy—I’d like to use my cockhead to mop up some of the jizz on his chin.  But he’s had enough.  (I later wonder if he got off in his pants on the scene.)  He heads home.
    I am alone and stroking.
    *
    A bearish Black guy comes in.  He sucks me briefly, before offering me his flaccid dick.  It never gets hard—and he gets embarrassed. He takes off.
    Two men, regulars, arrive.  They sit and I wait for cocks to come out.  But tonight, they are here to chat with each other it seems.  They ask my opinion on other sex venues in Michigan.  I tell them what I know, and my erection finally gives up and gets stuffed back in my jock…
     
    The good news is that the pair gave me a recommendation of a new place to go in Michigan when I have some travel time…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Want to Give Him Your Load?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 2, 2022
     
  16. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—October, 2022
    It never ceases to amaze me how different cruising in the same location can be.  It is, of course, all about who is there that night. On the first day of October, I hit the perfect crowd at the bookstore nearest to my home.
     
    I haven’t been here on a weekend night in a long time.  I can barely find room to park.  There is one space left.  I go in, pay and head to the straight theatre.  There are maybe nine men in the room.  And two of us are white.  This is an interesting change.  It is usually the other way around, if it is racially diverse at all.  The porn is with people of color, too.  I sit happily along the side wall.  A bear of a white guy is on his knees sucking the cock of a Black daddy in the back corner.  Some watch and stroke, some watch the screen.  I haul my cock out and am instantly erect.  The sexual current in the room is really high.  Almost instantly a young, thin Black man across from me licks his lips in a suggestive way.  I nod.  Before he can get to me, a built 30-something Black man stands in front of me.
    “Fuck me.” 
    He grabs my cock and all but twists it off.  I let out a yelp.
    “Come on.  In one of the booths and fuck me good.”
    I tell him I just sat down and need a moment.  (I really need to make sure my cock is still working after his death grip.)  He goes off.  My potential cocksucker is on his knees in front of another Black man, getting a mouthful of beer can cock.  I stroke to his bobbing head.  I watch the guy he’s sucking, as his whole body stiffens.  He shoots in the young man’s mouth, who swallows every drop.  The guy gets up fast and leaves.  The young man, who is thin and in jeans and a tight Tee-shirt, looks again at me.  I nod.  He licks a stray strand of cum off his top lip and crawls over to between my legs.  He pauses, before going down on me to unzip.  He pulls out a short, dripping cock.  His fist wraps around himself at the same time his lips wrap around me. 
    He's good.  Velvety. And I like the thought of another man’s load in his mouth.  He knows to go for my balls.  He loves them.  He strokes himself faster.  His other hand lifts them so his tongue can trail along my metal cockring.  He inhales deeply and sighs.
    “Oh, fuck…” he murmurs.  He can’t stop licking me there and inhaling the slightly sweaty musk of my very essence.  He strokes harder—and is suddenly shooting between my boots.  He apologetically kisses my balls again and gets up.  My finger catches a drooling drop of semen from his dick before he puts it away.  I lick my finger clean.  He thanks me and takes off.
    “Is that what you’d rather do?” says the guy who twisted my dick so hard. 
    I shrug.
    “My friend wants to blow you.”  He gestures towards the back wall.  A cute, young Black man is there in a ball cap with the logo from the closest university.  I smile at him and he comes towards me.  He tells me he wants to do it in a booth.  I sigh, but I get up, button up and go with him.
    “Jealous!” hisses his friend at us as we go by.
    We settle in with a closed door.  Not my favorite, but the guy is hot and eager.  He gets down on his knees.  I stand.  He fishes out his cock and strokes.  He also inhales my scent.  He must be aware of how wet the last kid left my balls.  But he begins right there and slowly works up my cock shaft.  I am soon treated to one of the best blow jobs I can remember.  He does everything right—and the love of what he is doing is contagious.  I stand still or face fuck him—whatever he wants—without a word being spoken.
    I love his mouth and tell him so.  But I can’t get off.  Not this early in the evening.  He works hard to make it happen.  I finally tell him he’s doing everything right—it just takes me forever.
    He nods in understanding and says “We were on our way out of here.  Do you want my load, I am so ready to shoot.”
    I go to my knees.  He has a long thin cock that hooks downward slightly.  It fits perfectly down my throat.  And he blasts off in moments.  A huge, thick load.  The moment he can breathe again, there is a soft rap on the door.
    “Come on,” the guy who wanted to get fucked whispers.  “We’re late.”
    We grin at each other and go to clean up—but I have cleaned him so well there is nothing for his fast food napkin to wipe up.
    *
    The crowd is gone from the straight theatre.  No one is in the room.  I go next door.  Two men are here.  The white guy looks as me as I get my dick out.  He does the head nod, to see if I’m interested.  I nod back.  He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs.  He is ten years younger than I, at a guess.  His beard feels terrific on my balls.  I look across at the other man in the chair against the back wall.  He is around my age, Black and brawny with some grey in his hair.  He takes out his dick as he watches me get sucked.  The next thing I know he stands and walks over to us.  He slaps my cheek with his wet cock—as if I wasn’t paying attention to him.  I open and take his pretty standard sized, but very hard, cock into my mouth.
    This is one of my favorite bookstore moments—one guy on my cock and a dick in my mouth at the same time.  It never happens often enough.  Everyone in the room is getting just what they want.  I can feel that I am producing more precum as I suck.
    “Damn, you suck good,” the guy in my mouth groans.  I ruffle the guy’s hair who is doing me to tell him the same thing, my mouth being full.
    “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”
    I keep doing it.  In moments he is blasting into my mouth.  And it’s the release I need, too.  I give every drop of my load to the man with the beard.  He takes me happily.  We both clean the deflating dicks in our respective mouths with pleasure…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 30, 2022
  17. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—September, 2022
     
    My faithful readers will certainly remember the young man I christened College Piss Boy.  He came to the playroom three times taking piss down his throat (and all over his body) but especially on his ass (which I licked up) while giving me excellent head between piss loads.  Each time he had taken my load orally, and bemoaned that he had stopped getting fucked with the pandemic.
    “My hole is just too tight.”
    I had to agree that it seemed to be, though it opened nicely with all the tonguing I did to it.
    In the late summer he wanted to change that.  He asked me about toys to stretch his ass.  I suggested a set of graduated butt plugs—and found some on Fort Troff that he liked.  He ordered them and wrote me an enthusiastic text—and then I heard no more.
    Until the last day of the September.  “Daddy, I want your large mancock in my tight pussy.” 
    We texted back and forth all morning.  He couldn’t get away, with work and class, until the night.  The texting was great foreplay, as he kept saying his hole was still too tight, but he needed my cock in it anyway.  And how he thirsty he was….on and on.  Then, he found out his afternoon class was cancelled. He went home to prepare and a few hours later was at my door…
     
    He is always taller than I remember.  I don’t have to lean down at all to kiss him hello.  Tall and thin and hung.  I send him down to the playroom to strip off as I do the same in my bedroom.  I go down the back stairs.  I have a very wet Dick Wadd gangbang playing on the big screen television.  Piss Boy has dressed in Fem/slutty mode:  a lacy crop top, knee high socks and a short skirt that covers his meaty cock stuffed into a cock cage.
    I toss my robe on the chair and lean against the fuck bench.  Piss Boy goes to his knees and begins licking my cock through the jock.   I manage just the tiniest blast of piss—just enough to let him taste it.  He groans and redoubles his efforts.  My cock grows. 
    “Take it out and suck me properly.” 
    He does, taking me to the root the moment the fabric is bunched to the side.  Expertly.  He drags up a load of deep throat spittle as he pulls off me.  I catch the gooey mess and coat my balls with it.  He is right there—licking it up and groaning in the back of his throat.  I nudge him back to my cock.  He tongues just the flared head.  Then it’s down my full length.  I hold his head in place for a mental count of three before I release.  He pulls off sputtering—and happy.  There’s more spittle—which I smear around my cockshaft.
    “I love your cock, Daddy.  It is made for my mouth.”
    I pull him to his feet and look deep in his eyes.  “You still want me to fuck you?”
    His answer is to kneel on the fuck bench.  The skirt bunches around his waist.  “Eat my ass, Daddy.  Make it yours, just like my throat.”  I kneel and eat his ass for a long time.  It is so smooth—so different from most of the men I play with—it is a huge turn on.  I try to piss on his crack, but for the moment the well is dry.  I tongue him some more, stand up and rub my cock down his crack. 
    He shivers. “Go slow.  I know I haven’t stretched enough.”
    I go back to a kneel and work my tongue in.  His hole is flowering open nicely.  I lube up as I eat him out again.  When I stand back up, I let my cockhead rest on his hole.  I lean in slightly and the head begins to disappear.  He gasps and I begin talking to him, telling him I have wanted this from the first time we met.  Distracted, his ass unclenches and lets me in, in a slow single motion.  My hips are grinding against his smooth bubble butt before he realizes it. 
    And then he does: “Oh, fuck!!  I’m so full.”
    I hold.  And then I begin our first fuck.  Slow and gentle.  He is dripping precum through the cage.  I give him a shallow fuck for the first few minutes.  Now I am building fast.  And he can take it.  He even eggs me on: “Ruin my boycunt…harder!”  So I put a foot up on the bench and give him every inch of my cock on every stroke.  “Fuck me!” he croons.
    I pull out.  He knows I am bringing my dick to his mouth.  He eagerly licks me clean, savoring the taste of his ass.  Now I can give him some piss.  He swallows two quick spurts.  A third piss spurt goes on his opened hole.  I lick him clean before I fuck him again.
    More fucking.
    More piss.
    More ATM.  He devours my fuck cock every time I bring it to him.
    We break, lying on the bed.  I am on my back with my legs spread wide.  He is between them—sucking the cock that has just given his ass so much pleasure.  Cock.  Balls.  Back and forth.
    “Swing around and let me eat your ass as you suck me this way around.”
    It’s a great fit.  My cock fills his throat and his now fucked hole is right in my face.  We happily use our tongues, lips and mouths on each other, until we both want to fuck again. 
    We move to the sling.  It’s an easy entry at this point.  His hole is mine for the night.  I plow him until I’m breathless.  I catch my breath by lying in the sling and letting him lick my balls.  I am able to give him some piss, too.  It shoots up and rains down on my hairy balls.  With a moan, he slurps it up until they are piss free.
    I set up the rimseat by the edge of the bed, but get him back in the sling first.  I fuck him.  Harder now.
    “Do you want some piss in your ass?”
    “Yes, Daddy…Please…” he pants.
    I let fly.  I can’t tell how full I am filling him.  I fuck, churning it for a moment.  We both love the sloshing sounds in his gut.
    “Rimseat.”
    I get under and he sits down.  My piss dribbles out of his ass and into my mouth.  He is moaning and his caged cock is dripping onto my chest.
    “This feels so dirty,” he murmurs.  “So right…”
    I expect a gush of piss, but I don’t get it.  I just give him a great rimming as I jerk myself.  Suddenly, he springs off me, His mouth is on my cock.  I grunt and can’t believe I’m about to shoot.  But I do.  Over and over.  Piss Boy takes every drop of my cum as I squirm, trapped in place...
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 26, 2022
  18. FelchingPisser

    "Swallow My Cum, Stud"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—September, 2022
     
    I wanted a change.  It was Saturday, so I decided to pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those viewing areas of different types of porn.  When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot.  It was still before noon, I figured.  And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of men anyway.  I parked and went in.
     
    There is a new price for the lounge.  I have brought in exact change—so I need to go back to the car for more.  I sigh—but go back, pay and go in.  Well, well.  They have actually been working on the place.  The lounge, many years ago, was a strip club.  There have always been remnants of that era:  the stage, tables, the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area  had once been their dressing room. 
    The various nooks created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn, are gone.  So is the stage.  Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in the back walls.  Steps and a platform run behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the booth.  A covered slurp ramp, if you will.  More makeshift cubicles are opposite the booths.  They are made of cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy.  The televisions are mounted around the end of the room that used to be the Trans area.  Some are high on the walls, others are on tables.  The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are looking at.  There are chairs and couches to sit and view them all.
    I continue my tour in the other direction.  I pass the unused glassed walled shower where strippers once showed off.  It’s a storage space now.  I pass the men’s bathroom, no change there.  The women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new sofas and chair and better porn.  At the end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space.  It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam table.  Are folks really going to get naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups?  I can only hope that this crowd is brave enough.
    I sit in the new gay area and stroke.  I am soon joined by a man I vaguely recognize.  I figure out where I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground this year. He hauls out his cock, too.  We chat about the new playspace here.  He is not impressed.
    Eventually we trade blow jobs.  He has a nice cock and an adequate mouth.  It’s all pleasant friction, not explosive in the least.  He’s making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade.
    I hear movement in the corridor.  The swish of nylon rubbing together.  I look over at the open door and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble by.  She nods to me and goes to the new Trans room.  I stroke a little more, zip up and see who else has arrived.  It is sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side screens.  I go up the steps and try to feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the booths.  Two are too low for my long legs, but the third feels comfortable.  I make a mental note for another day.
    I go down the hall and find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room.  Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair.  I stick my dick in her face.  Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep throat saliva.  I begin to face fuck.  Demandingly.  She grunts out her pleasure.  In moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth.  He spits the cum on the floor.
    They both take off. 
    I stroke, back in the gay area.
    Lunch in my car.
    I go back in.  More men have arrived, but not many.  A silver haired daddy is standing and stroking to the side-by-side screens.  He had a thick, veiny dick.  I sit near him, hauling out my dick and begin stroking.  First, he looks at me and then away.  Then I do the same.  Finally, he moves another step towards me.  “Do you suck cock?”
    I smile at him and go to my knees.  It’s a pleasure to suck this beauty.  He makes appreciative grunts and holds onto my shoulders.  Suddenly his grip tightens.  He blasts a load straight into my throat.  Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble.  I clean him up.  “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he murmurs.  “If I ever feel brave enough.”
    I smile at him again.  And lick up the drop of cum that has just appeared in his ample piss slit…
    *
    A man in his 40’s is watching straight bondage porn on a small screen.  He notices me looking at him.  He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps behind the glory hole booths.  I can’t believe it.  I step into the booth.  His cock is there, long and hooded with foreskin.  I sit on the little hassock provided and suck his dick.  He groans and seems really into it.  My tongue gets under his hood and he moans.  I think I have an easy load.
    But suddenly the main door opens.  No one entering can possibly see him, but he freaks out.  He pulls away, zips up and all but runs out of the lounge…
    *
    In the gay room I find a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock.  It’s his semi parked out back.  He has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself.  He nods his head at me and spreads his legs, inviting me to get to work.  I kneel and suck.  He is a great precummer.  And a moaner.  Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how good it fells.
    He groans again and looks down at my cock, twice the size of his.  He is fascinated.  He reaches down and touches me.  “Let me suck that thing.” 
    I stand up.  He takes me tentatively in his mouth.  He figures out how to cover his teeth.  I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping even more precum.  He groans—and I know he’s going to blow.  I am torn to keep my dick in his mouth or to take his load. 
    He decides for me.  He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow my cum, stud.”  I go to my knees and am able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow My Cum, Stud" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 23, 2022
  19. FelchingPisser

    "You Swallow, Man?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2022
     
    A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more.  I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore.  I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month…
     
    I open the door of the straight theatre.  Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees.  I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need.  There are more men here, but they aren’t in action.  Yet.  I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking.  In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen.  I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in.
    I sit and open my fly.  As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster.  The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip.  He has a nice thin seven incher.  He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head.  From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet.  The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges.  He sees me and makes right for me.  His cock is out and swinging.  He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch.  It doesn’t take long.  He erupts again, never getting hard.
    I look at Seven Incher.  He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him.  He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat.  He has an awesome foreskin.  My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth.  He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves.  The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy.  He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick.
    I stroke alone.
    A cute, blond cub comes in.  He looks familiar.  “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks.
    I do.  And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before.  He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone.  I zip up and follow.
    “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks.  Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass.
    I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave.  I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. 
    He gives me some excellent head. 
    “Remember my balls,” I sigh.
    He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire.
    I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack.  Fuck!  He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play.
    “You gonna fuck me this time?”
    “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack.  I come up for air.  “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy.
    “Every inch.”
    I get his hole wetter yet.  He leans forward, braced on the seat.  I stand up and slide in.  He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices.  He takes my full length on the first try.  He groans and hits his poppers.  With the cap back on, I begin to pump him.  His hand reaches for his cock.  I fuck into him faster.
    A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth.  He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags.
    I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot.  He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight.
    *
    A lull.
    I watch the gay video and stroke.
    A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in.  He is gym built underneath his work clothes.  Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out.  He’s thick—plumped, but not hard.
    “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks.
    “I can be…”
    He gets up and brings me his cock.  His pants drop to his ankles.  His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls.  His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin.  As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole.  It brushes across it.  His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches.  Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock.  I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down.
    He sighs, “So good.  Suck me just like that.”
    My finger grazes his asshole again.  His cock spews out a wad of precum.  My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again.
    The man grabs my ears and fucks my face.  He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in.  He is reaching the point of no return.
    “You swallow, man?”
    I grunt an affirmative.  My finger finds his pucker.  It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him.
    “Shit, yes!  Take my load, man.  Take it!”
    I have to swallow fast.  It’s huge.  And doesn’t stop.  Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue.  He lets me clean him off.  Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go.  I get every drop off him before I release my hold.  He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes.
    “That was hot.”  It’s the guy who came in.  He is around my age, tall and thin.  He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job.  “It looks like you need to get off.”
    I nod.  He hands me his poppers.  I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them.  He takes a hit himself.  But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth.  He fucks my face.
    “Here it comes.  Argh!” 
    He shoots.  He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth.  The poppers do their work on me.  I erupt.  Spurt after spurt..
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October, 17, 2022
  20. FelchingPisser

    Inspired By the Porn

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2022
    I has a work project near Indy, and I didn’t have any sex for the two full weeks.  There was simply no time.  The day I got home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load.  I checked to see how my area of Michigan was faring with the new Mpox health emergency.  There were no cases in my county.  Not foolproof, but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination mature.  I went to my usual bookstore—where men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities. 
    The parking lot was not crowded, but…
     
    I check the straight cinema, as I always do, first.  No one.  Of interest.  I go into the gay theatre.   A cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company.  He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted.
    I unbutton and pull out my stiffening cock.  The Cub takes note.  He gropes himself harder.  Another man, just under my age, comes in.  He nods to the two of us and sits across from me.  I am at an angle against the side wall so that both men can see me easily.  The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger than average cock.  We stroke and grope.  Watching the movie.  Watching each other.
    A wonderfully messy (and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen.  It is lapped up by the top.  We all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth of the eager man he’s just fucked.  This makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock.  The next scene on screen is a threeway.  The Cub stands up and looks at me.  I spread my legs.  Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels to the side.  I think this will be an awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong.  He is an expert cock sucker.  He takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on purpose and comes up for air before doing it again.
    Now he’s moved to my balls with no urging from me.  I sigh.  This guy is good.  He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious.  His tongue action is making me squirm.  I would love to give him my load.  But I’m not there yet.
    Back to my cock head he goes.  His tongue roots around in my piss slit.  He moans each time he gets a drop of precum.  His mouth now covers the whole helmet.  Down he goes, choking himself on my shaft.  Over and over.
    Finally, he stands up, apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor.  I turn to him and his drooling cock is right at my eye level.  I take it in my mouth.
    “Oh, no!  I’ll…”
    He starts spurting before he can even finish the sentence.  I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he zips up and leaves. 
    “That was super hot.”
    It’s the third man, with the above average dick.  He stands up and comes over to me.  I wait to see it he wants to give or get or both.  He starts with his dick in my mouth.  From super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast.  But the guy has jerked himself way too much.  He fires off his load in no time at all. 
    He sighs contentedly and lets me get every drop.  He too zips up and leaves.
    I watch the movie, glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone.
    I hear the door.  I make no move to cover my cock.  A man, a little older than I, a regular, comes in.  His head is shaved and he is in decent shape for older men around here.  His face lights up when he sees me.
    “You’ve sucked me before,” he chortles.
    I nod.  He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still sit on the chair.  Work as I might, he never gets hard.  But he is sighing as if I am doing everything right.  I hear the door.  It is a man who I often see him with—a friend or boyfriend.  I don’t care which, for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth.
    “Take it.  Take my cum…”
    And his flaccid cock spasms in my mouth and gives me a huge load.  Between the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock sucker.  He chokes on my load, but manages to swallows every drop…
     
    The original, and over 1000 other entries, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Inspired By the Porn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 14, 2022
  21. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—September, 2022
     
    I got a message from the scent pig I usually play with in Chicago.  He was visiting relatives out of state and wondered if I would be home at the top of the month.  “I want to visit my other Daddy, too.”   I agreed he should come to Michigan.
    He arrived, tired of driving (but excited) and jumped in the shower.  Zane is a very hairy otter.  He must be approaching 30 now. (Half my age…I really could be his daddy…)  He’s bearded and as handsome as ever.  I undressed while he was in the bathroom and slipped on the most stained jock in my collection.  I added boots, of course.  We went downstairs, with Zane still slightly damp…
     
    “Oh, fuck…” he mumbles.
    We are standing in front of the fuck bench and we are 69ing on each other’s pits.  My left arm is up for his mouth and he does the same for me.  He may have showered, but the excitement of sex is making him just begin to sweat in the warm-on-purpose room.  His tongue is busy in my pit and, without saying anything, we go for a kiss at the same moment.  Tongues swab mouths and are sucked.  We reverse our arms.  Pits are cleaned and we shared the slightly acrid taste of each other in another kiss.
    “Lie down.”  I point to the bed.  “On your back.”  His legs go instinctively up in the air.  I kneel and let my tongue play up and down his hairy crack before I go for the hole.  I burrow in and Zane moans. 
    “Eat me, daddy.”
    This makes me work harder.  Soon I take the taste of his hole up to his mouth.  It’s a longer kiss.  More intense.  We are both painfully erect. 
    Zane moves to the fuck bench.  I spend a little more time eating his hole.  I love how much deeper I can get here on the bench with a more natural spread of his ass. 
    “Fuck me…”
    I stand up, my cock drooling.  I smear the precum on his saliva filled hole.  My cockhead disappears.  He pushes back and takes half of my shaft.  He gasps—and I slowly go in the rest of the way. 
    “So full…”
    I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  He catches me looking into the mirror in front of us.  Our eyes meet and he grins.  It’s the same grin I saw years ago, right after he cleaned my cock after a very busy CumUnion party.  That grin makes me pick up the speed of the fuck.  I plow him hard and fast. 
    “Let me taste it, Daddy.”
    I pull out of his ass and bring my cock around to him.  He devours it.  I fuck his mouth a little before fucking his ass a second time…
    *
    I am in the sling.  Zane is licking my ass and jerking his cock.  At one point, he stands up and slides his shaft up and down my ridiculously wet crack. 
    “Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again.
    He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just goes back to eating my hole.
    Soon, we switch.  I eat his fucked-out ass just as hungrily.  And I fuck him again.  Hard and fast.  His eyes glued to the mirror above us.
    I get him up and fasten the wrist restraints to him.  Right and then left.  I let the back of the sling down and snap his wrists together and then up to the middle of the sling frame.  He knows to arch his back and present me with his hairy butt.  “Your ass, Daddy.  To fuck all you want.”  I slip the blindfold on him, too.
    I eat his ass in this position.  I move around and briefly suck his raging cock, which is poking out from the side of his jock.  I go back and spit one last time on his hole.  I stand and push into him.  A little rough.  “Your hole…” he whimpers.
    I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  The sling frame creaks.  I fuck him until I am on the verge of orgasm.  But I want more of him—so I stop.
    I pull out and slap his upturned ass with my cock.  I slip back in and again fuck him until I’m on the brink. 
     
    PIC
     
    I stop myself and we move to the rimseat.  I go under first.  I want to taste my handiwork on his ass.  He is incredibly juicy now.  He moans as he lets me feast on his puffy, abused hole.
    “I want yours now.”
    We switch.  He goes under the seat and I sit down.  He eats me out, moaning in the back of this throat.  Suddenly his hand comes up, handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  His tongue slices into me.  I babble about how good it feels.  Time stands still for those 30 seconds or so that seem like long, delicious minutes.
    Zane re-surfaces.  We are both ready for the breeding. 
    “Where do you want to be?” I ask, looking at the various options.
    “Sling,” he chooses.  “I want to be able to watch you in the mirror.”
    I lick his hole briefly.
    I slide in.
    I fuck.
    Hard.
    Zane jerks along with me.
    With a roar, I shoot.  Big.  It’s been days since I’ve gotten off.  That’s his cue—he explodes.  Huge globs of white jizz all over his fur.  
    I lick some of it up.  And feed him some from my tongue.
    Only then do I offer my dripping cock to his begging mouth…
     
    The original, with a pic of him fastened to the sling frame, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig comes to Michigan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com):  October 9, 2022
  22. FelchingPisser

    From Trio to Quartet

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    North of Home—August, 2022
    I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight.  The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy.  We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn.  This time, they wanted just me.  I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week.
    Tim greeted me at the door.  We hugged.  He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad.  (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.)  We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat.  They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks.  I got down to a cleanish jock and boots….
     
    Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees.  He starts sucking tall, thin Brad.  Brad’s cock instantly swells in size.  I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest.  Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit.  His mouth engulfs me as I groan.  Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick.
    Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock.  I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft.  When Tim stands, I move to his dick.  Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever.
    “Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim.  He does as he’s told, on all fours, his thick ass waiting for us.  I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad.  Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned.  He fucks Tim hard.  I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out.  I stand up and take a turn fucking.  Just as hard.  I love the sound of our flesh slapping together.  Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out.  I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim.  We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy.
    Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.”  This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds.  In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it.
    “Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.”
    Brad gets under the rimseat.  I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time.  Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock.  I groan out encouragement.  In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open.  At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick.  Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass.  Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum.
    We reposition.  I go under the seat.  I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me.  Eventually they reverse.  I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine.  He is groaning.
    There is a pounding on the front door.  “Ignore it.  They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim.  It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing.  And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs.  He’s remembered the key code to their front door.  The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. 
    “I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces.
    Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare.  I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues.  The couple had been getting updates from his mother.  The news is not inducive to a great fuck.
    When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs.  All three of us rotate on his ass.  First on the bed, then in the sling
    *
    Tim pulls me aside.  “I want you to piss on me.”  Another first.  We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch.  I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack.  The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips.  I lick it up.  The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him.  He wants both.  He gets on his knees.  A splash goes into his mouth.  The rest cascades over his chest and cock.  He strokes himself furiously as I cover him.
    The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one.  He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs.  About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm.  Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass.  I go over.  Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock.  He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass.  There is a lot of cum in there.  I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him.  But Hot Tats is done.  He goes down to shower.  Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. 
    This leaves Brad and I alone.  And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here.   The rimming.  The piss….”
    I nod.
    “And now I really want you to fuck me.”
    I am slightly surprised.  And, on the other hand, not at all.  In groups he has been all top.  Always.  He has let my tongue invade him a few times.  And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it.
    He gets up on the bed, on his back.  I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out.  The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him.  I stand up and my head slips in.  He hits the poppers.  I inch into him.  He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck.
    “You’d relax more in the sling.”
    He agrees.  We move over to it.  I eat him out again.  I stand and get my cock head into him.  I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery.  Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him.  He looks up in the mirror above him and pants.  I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time.
    Eventually, Brad asks for a time out.  At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home.  He is up and stripped again in moments. 
    Brad lies on the bed.  “Breed my boy while I watch.”
    Tim is all smiles at this.  We choose the fuck bench.  I eat his ass as he strokes himself.  I am so ready to explode.  I fuck him.  And the feeling immediately ebbs.  I eat his hole again.  Once again, I’m on the edge.  I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes.  I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time.  I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time.  I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: From Trio to Quartet (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 6, 2022
  23. FelchingPisser

    At Least the Porn Was Good

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—August, 2022
    It was a Sunday afternoon.  I thought I had a fuck bud coming over.  He cancelled.  But I was still horned.  I went to the bookstore nearest me.  I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news.  I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing…
     
    The straight side is all but empty.  And the movie is adequate at best.  I go around to the gay theater.  As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner.  I murmur a “sorry” and sit down.  The movie is good here.  One of the SkynMen orgies.  I stroke.
    I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex.  They are just talking.  In hushed tones, but ones that really carry.  I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…”  On and on.
    Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other.
    I am alone.  With good porn and a hard cock.
    I stroke.
    The door opens.  A man in a surgical mask enters.  He is a guy I often see here with his partner.  He is alone today.  He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. 
    Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head.  I am fine with it.  His mouth is pleasant if not exciting.
    His knees tire fast and he disappears.
    The good porn ends explosively.  Not so much for me.  The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it.  I button up and check in next door.  The porn here is better now.  There is one other man watching, way down front.  I sit in the back and stroke more.
    *
    I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces.  I decide to investigate.  A threesome is in progress.  A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two.  He is new to me.  In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here.  In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place.  The top’s pants are around his ankles.  He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican.
    I pull out my dick.  The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am.
    Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth.  I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock.  I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him.
    It is all over in minutes.  The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass.
    In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor.  He is out of it.  High on something.  He doesn’t even notice I’m there.  Which makes my escape that much easier…
     
    Did this even need to be written?  Maybe not, but just keeping it real… 
     
    The orginal, with comments, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: At Least the Porn was Good (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 29, 2022
  24. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—August, 2022
    The sling was still in the duffel bag from going to Ross’ house.  The moment that I heard Dave was on the road to my place, I went downstairs and set it up.  Naked.  (And taking this picture, which I rather like.) 
    PIC
    I put the towels under the equipment.  All while tanking up for a wet session.
    Dave had cancelled the other week with some sort of home emergency.  I had already been to the bookstore to harvest some extra cum.  A condom, with the lone load I could tease out of a dick on that trip, was still in the freezer.  Next to it was a second frozen load I had recently whacked out to some new porn.  I wanted both of them up Dave—and knew he’d want them, too.  For regular lube, I melted the coconut oil and got it downstairs.  All while thinking what I might do to Dave’s ass…
     
    Dave is downstairs.  I strip up in my bedroom and go down in my jock and boots.  He kneels as I walk in the room, right at the foot of the fuck bench. 
    “You want this cock?”
    It’s rhetorical.  He is already mouthing the jock pouch, grunting and murmuring about how it smells of sex and piss.  My dick is soon down his throat.  He takes me to the root, choking, to get some deep throat spittle on my cock.  When my dick is wet and slippery, I tell him to get on the bench.  He moves in place.  I find the coconut oil and then kneel behind his full ass.  My tongue finds his hole and drills into him.  It flowers open at my touch.  I smear some of his spittle on it and poke it into place with my tongue.  I grease my dick as I eat him out, spitting more and more of our combined spit into him.
    I stand.  I slide in.  Relentlessly.  Until I bottom out.  Dave pants.  But he takes it.  He even gives me a “Fuck, yeah!” as he feels my tangle of pubes grind against his hole.  I begin a languid fuck stroke.  Slow and easy.  I drool some more spit down onto my engorged cock.  I watch it disappear into Dave’s hungry ass. 
    I pull out.  “Clean me,” I tell him as I move to his mouth.  I love the bench for going from one hole to the other.  He cleans me ravenously, catching sight of himself in the mirror.  For just a millisecond he pauses to really see his mouth stretched wide cleaning the cock straight from his ass.  He grunts and goes back to giving me expert oral service.
    I move around and go up his hole—now with just his spittle as lube.  There is little difference as his ass is making lube to help with the intruder.  Suddenly my left leg goes up in front of his left knee.  I continue the fuck.
    “Damn, that’s deeper,” he groans.
    And it is.  Wonderfully so.  I work it slowly until his second hole opens for my flaring cock head.  Now I pick up speed until he is moaning in time with my thrusts…
    *
    I adjust the stirrups on the sling chain to give him a more comfortable angle for his legs.  I kneel and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole.   Eventually I stand and fuck him some more.  I give him the chance to taste his ass on my dick, though it is not as easy here as on the bench.  But he wants it—and contorts his body around to clean me of his ass jizz.
    I fuck him some more.  I piss on his ass crack—letting some pool inside him.   I fuck it deeper.  And then kneel to eat it out.  I go back in and fuck him.  Then I pause, staying deep inside of him.  “Feel like eating my ass?”
    He does.  We change places.  He sits on the fisting chair and devours my hole.  I do a hit of poppers and let him feast away.  When my head clears, I think hard and splash some piss up in the air.  It lands on my balls and runs down my ass crack.  He licks me clean reveling in the additional flavor.
    “I have some extra loads for you.”
    This stops him mid-lick.  He helps me out and I go find them in the freezer.  He’s already back in the sling and stirrups, all on his own, before I’m back with the two condoms.  “This one is from the bookstore…” I turn the condom inside out right next to his hole and push the frozen hunk of sperm into him. 
    Dave groans.
    “This one is all me.”  I do the same with my bigger load.  My finger follows into his abused ass and pokes them both deeper.  I replace my index finger with my dick.  I feel them already beginning to melt.   I fuck him hard.  I pull out and let him taste the cum on my dick.  He licks up every drop he can find on my cock.
    I go back and kneel to felch a little.  I can’t get much.  But just enough to make my dick even harder.  I fuck Dave hard enough to make the sling frame move in rhythm with me.
    “I want to eat your ass again,” he tells me.  I am fine with that—but suggest the rimseat for variety.  He goes under and I sit on it. His tongue invades—deeper than he’s ever been in me. I give a sharp intake of breath—and then relax. 
    “Take a hit,” he mumbles.  I reach for the poppers.  They do the job—and I begin babbling about how it feels and how deep I am going to breed him.  When I come down from the mists, I know I am actually ready to breed.  I give him a few more minutes of butt licking, before I stand and order him to the bench.
    Once Dave is in place, it’s my turn for a quick lick of his leaking hole.  The frozen cum leaking from him is turning me on even more.  I stand up and fuck him hard.  Almost instantly, I shoot a mini-load, without the full on every-nerve-vibrating feel.  I pull out and lick up the leakage, which is now a steady drip.  I am still hard.  My cock very red.  I rear up and plunge in.  This time I explode with every fiber of my being.  I empty my balls fully into his spasming hole…
     
    The original, along with that picture from the intro, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 2, 2022
  25. FelchingPisser

    So Full

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    North of Me—August, 2022
     
    The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often.  But it never seems to happen.  We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard.  The good news is that the wait is always worth it. 
    In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud…
     
    I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube.  He also has a container of J-Lube.  I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand.  I go into his study to get out of my clothes.  I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots.
    Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees.  I stand in front of him. 
    He inhales.  “Thank you for wearing a used jock.”  He begins to nuzzle the pouch.  My cock escapes to the side.  It’s in his mouth, instantly.  My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth.  He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again.
    “I want to fuck your face.”
    Ross moves up onto the bed.  His head hangs over, his mouth wide.  I slip inside.  I begin a slow pump of his mouth.  He moans as I bottom out deep inside him.  I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes.  I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time.
    “Again!”  Ross mumbles.
    And I repeat the rape of his mouth.  Again and again.
    “Now give me your ass.”
    Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back.  I surprise myself and forego rimming him.  I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole.  He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust.
    When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole.  I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other…
    *
    Ross is in the sling now.  I am eating his ass properly.  He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in.  I want to use him so much more before that happens.
    I stand up and fuck.  Then I add the eggheaded toy.  I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock.  Ross moans, “So full…”  I begin the DP fuck.  Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo.  It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross.  He grunts out how hot it feels.
    Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under.  When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us.
    I take a long swig of water.  I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today.  So I just fuck some more.  Long strokes.  All the way out and all the way in.  Every time.
    The speculum is up next.  A slow crank open.  Lots of finger-on-prostate action.  And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device.  Ross shivers in pleasure.  His mancunt is held wide open.  My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate.  He moans.  Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass.  But I am still not hydrated enough.  I sigh—and fuck.  And eventually crank it shut.
    I grab the ass grommet.  I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil.  I slip it over the shaft of my cock.  It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut.  It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock.  I toss him the poppers for the first time.  Ross takes a hit and I press in.  He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on.  His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy.  I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft.  Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out.  It creates a vacuum sound as I do it.  I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him.  It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt.  I fuck this way a long time.
    Only now do I grease up my hands.  He takes my left with ease.  My right with a little more concentration.  But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily.  Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock.  It slips between my fingers.  I stroke myself deep in his ass.
    I pull out and get my right inside him.  I add my cock.  The angle’s not as good.  I go back to my left.  I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft.  The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way...
    “Do you want me to try a double?”
    Ross nods.
    I go for two hands at the same time.  I get both in, my hands palm to palm.  He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place.  We do this three or four times.  And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud.
    We break.  His hole needs a rest.  We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp.
    But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees.  I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone.  I am within inches of my elbow.
    We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner….
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: So Full (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 27, 2022

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