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  1. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—August, 2023
     
    I think we both knew it had to happen.  It was just up to him for when.  My prolific commentor, GaryM, finally took the big step to say he wanted to come to the playroom.  From all our banter in the comment section, I knew we liked the same things, so of course I said ‘yes!’ 
    We settled on a day and time in the middle of the last full week of the month.  GaryM arrived on time—and was slightly nervous.   He is around my age, with a slender build and a beard that I couldn’t wait to feel on my ass.  I think he double checked his cleanout after the long car ride and then I took him downstairs…
     
    I lean against the fuck bench.  He is sitting on the bed.  “I think you should get me hard.”  He kneels on the padded exercise mat below the bench.  He makes a sound in the back of his throat that is all about desire.  He does a deep intake of breath, his nose deep it the fabric of the jock pouch.  He is definitely someone who appreciates the work I’ve done on making this jock ripe.  He exhales slowly and begins to lick it.  His tongue is active and determined.  The pouch is pulled back and he licks the head of my erecting cock.  He groans as he gets some precum.  He swallows me to root and back again.
    I don’t have to ask him to include my balls.  He’s read countless times how I love them licked and not sucked.  He leaves them wet and slick, going back to my cock shaft once again.  I let him get his fill—but I am eager to get my tongue into him.
    “Let’s use the bench,” I suggest.  GaryM gets up on it.  I adjust him slightly, so his leaking dick is not mashed on the upper part, but hanging off it.  I get some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his pucker.  It’s a hole that has seen a fair amount of play—and a responsive one.  The moment I lick it, GaryM groans and his hole opens a fraction.  I poke in and begin a seriously long rimjob.  He groans and mutters to himself.  I grease my cock as I continue to lick and suck and spit into him.
    I need to do it.  I want my cock up that ass.  I stand up, the head slapping at his open hole.  I push—and I’m in.  I pause.  GaryM groans—and I slide all the way in.  My pubes grind against him.  I’m deep.  His ass squeezes down on me.  I wait until it releases my dick before I begin to fuck.  GaryM is now moaning.  His eyes find the mirror that sits on the side wall, tilted so he can see me fucking him.  He is fascinated and can’t look away.
    I pull my cock out of his ass.  He begs for it, even as I am already walking towards his mouth.  He cleans me—every inch of my cock and balls.  I go back up him with just the spit he’s left behind on my cock.  He groans, louder this time.  I am repeatedly hitting his prostate.  The next time I pull out, I let him clean me again, but I also spend time tonguing his well fucked hole.  It’s delicious.  I understand now why he wouldn’t let my assflavored cock out of his mouth.
    We switch to the sling.  GaryM loves the new view in the mirror above him.  Again, I eat his ass for longer than usual.  I finally rear up and fuck him.  Slow and purposefully, building to a chain rattling fast tempo with my hips slapping hard into his upturned ass.
    I pause.  I eat his ass.  It’s incredibly juicy now. 
    I fuck him again. 
    This time when I pull out, I bring it around to the top of the sling.  He cranes around and takes as much of my proffered penis as he can in this awkward position.  He groans, feeling supremely slutty.
    I go back and fuck him one more time.
    “I think we need to let me in the sling so you can lick my ass.”
    He’s been waiting.  I get am out—and I get in, pulling the straps of the jock up so they are out of the way of my hole.  He kneels.  He licks my balls first…and then slowly works his way down.  He groans as his tongue hits my much tighter pucker.  He tells me I taste good.  I am sure that the vigorous fucking we’ve done has given my hole a hot sheen of sweat.  I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue and lips go to work on me…
    *
    We do another round of fucking in the sling.  I start slowly again.  His hole has closed up from when he knelt to rim me.  I work it open with my wet cockhead, smearing my juices all over those swollen asslips.  Only then do I enter him.  And fuck.  Hard.  With a drive to get my balls working towards orgasm.  I stop, leaving him panting and wet.
    “It’s time for the rimseat.”  I go under first.  I lick his hole—which the seat stretches open for even deeper access.  GaryM moans and watches the nasty porn in front of him, flexing his ass muscles occasionally.  When he does, his puffy asslips push into my mouth, making me moan.  Everytime he does it.
    Then we switch.  GaryM is in another place now.  Oh, he’s down there, making me feel terrific, but we are both floating—our minds only thinking of the pleasure we are giving each other.  He has no intention of stopping.  I finally have to stand up to rest my legs, as the seat is low for me.  He begs me to sit down again.  And I make him happy.  I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue do anything it wants to me…
    But finally, I know I need to breed or I will just not be able to do it if we go much longer.  We choose the sling—as I want to see his face when I let loose. 
    I rim.
    I fuck.
    I rim.
    His hole is so wet with his ass juices, I only stop licking when I realize I’m going to shoot.  I stand up—and fuck my dick inside of him.  It explodes…blast after blast…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: It Had to Happen: Blogger meets Reader (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 16, 2023
  2. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—August, 2023
     
    After the house party, I waited an entire week to have sex again. 
    Me. 
    I was completely sated from my time in Chicago at the house party.  I was also making sure that everything was normal—and that I hadn’t picked up anything during all that play.
    I was also saving up a big load for Osvaldo.  He hasn’t been mentioned on here for a bit, as he’s been out of commission.  Osvaldo loves big things in his ass and he told me about 8 months ago he was bleeding after getting fucked.  I know he went to the doctor—but he never told me exactly what was happening, whether it was an anal fissure or some hemorrhoids that were bleeding, or what.  It took him half a year to recover—but he announced his first post hiatus anal sex with a series of pictures sent to my phone.  He was ready for me anytime—but with my summer schedule, we had to delay it until August.
    We planned our meet for a CumUnion.  He wanted me and anyone else who wanted a turn inside him.  We agreed on 9pm.  I drove up and learned he was running late.  He told me to go there and have fun—just not to blow my load.
    I got there, checked in and wore the grungy jock and my boots.  I slung the towel over my shoulder and went to see who else was around…
     
    The crowd is sparse.  And talkative.  It is more of a social club tonight than a sex club.   There are likely 15 or so guys here, much more interested in the porn or the hot tub than having sex.  Or maybe it’s early.   
    I walk around and note there is a new fuck bench near the sling—replacing a worn-out couch in the back corner.  I go into the big screen television room and settle in to watch some porn.  I can usually find a man to give me some warm-up head here.  Not tonight.  I stroke.
    I walk and check the time.  He’s now 30 minutes late from his newest guestimate of arrival.  In the course of my rounds, I bump into an acquaintance from the gay campground.  We chat and eye each other, but don’t do anything.  I go back to a smaller porn station near the sling.
    A man comes around the corner.  Tall and around my age.  He sits in the other chair.  He drops his towel.  He has a hard seven incher.  We stroke.  He sucks me.  I return the favor.  Neither of us thinking we will get the other off.  As he stands and wraps the towel around him, the Campground Guy comes in and lies in the sling.
    And I thought he was a top.
    I go over and begin rimming him.  He groans.  “Someone told me you’re good at eating hole—and they aren’t lying.”  He groans again and strokes his dick.
    “You ready for my cock.”
    He nods.  “Always wanted it…”
    I bounce the head on his tight ball sack and add a little more lube to the shaft.  I ease it into him.  He’s tight—but my cock has no entry problems.  His erection goes down as he takes me, but he is concentrating on his ass now anyway.  I hold and our eyes meet.  He nods and I begin fucking. 
    The sling starts creaking.  All the guys in the lounge around the corner crowd in to watch.  They keep their distance.  The looks range from turned on to put out that someone is having more fun than they are.
    I slow down and begin very long strokes—almost pulling out of Campground Guy and then slamming back in.  His breathing is ragged now.  His cock is oozing constantly as I pummel him.
    “Oh, fuck…”
    He doesn’t truly shoot, but cum is just released from his balls.  I bend over and lick some of it up and pull my cock out of him at the same time.
    “Damn, I needed that,” he groans as I help him out.  The crowd immediately disperses…
    *
    Osvaldo’s now an hour late from the new start time.  But I finally see him come in.  He gets ready—but is still running around, not settling down to play.  After 20 minutes of this, I finally tell him to come meet me at the sling when he’s ready.
    I go up, thinking I can get some head to keep me hard until he arrives.  I’m wrong.  But Osvaldo is soon there.  He wants to try the new bench.  I tell him to suck me, to get me super hard.  He does.  Avidly. 
    “Up on the bench.”
    He crawls up and I spread his full butt cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole.  I burrow in.
    We have an observer.  The only man here now that I think is a top.  He strokes an ample cock to our play.  As I stand up, his eyes are glued to my cock entering Osvaldo raw. 
    “You should use his mouth,” I say as I sink into place.  He makes no move to do so, but strokes harder.
    I fuck.  It feels great to be back in this wet hole.
    Another younger man enters.  The stroking top touches his arm and younger guy goes to his knees to suck the top.  I grin and keep plowing Osvaldo.
    Soon, the other top gets the younger man on his feet and bent over.  The bench is just long enough that the two bottoms are now face to face.  The top pushes into the ass of the other younger man.  The Daddies fuck as the two young men hold onto each other, moaning.  I want them to kiss, but it doesn’t happen.
    Osvaldo gestures he wants to get up.  He leads me by the hand to his room on the floor below.  He desperately wants to film the fucking—and can’t in the public space.
    I eat his ass.  He films it.
    I fuck him bent over on the bed.  He films it.  And I take the camera from him for a different angle.
    He sits on my face.  And films it.  And riding my cock as I lie there.
    I suggest I hold the camera and do an underneath shot as I fuck him on all fours.  He loves the idea.  We fuck.
    It is late and I’m tired.  More from all the waiting and doing nothing than from play.  We go back upstairs.  “Remember, what you promised,” he whispers as he climbs in the sling.  I eat his now thoroughly fucked hole.  I stand up and slide in.  As the sling creaks, a few men come in.  One is brave enough to come over and offer a hard cock for Osvaldo’s mouth.
    “Fuck him good,” says one of the onlookers.  “Fill that fucker up.”
    Little does the onlooker know…
    I am close, willing myself to cum.  I do a blast of cum into him.  Osvaldo forgets about the cock in his mouth and milks my dick.
    “Do it, Daddy…” he whispers.
    I concentrate—and begin to piss.  He has never taken my piss, but lately every text has been about my pissing in his ass.  Now I am.  And it’s a bigger load than I thought I had in me.
    I pressure wash his gut.  Osvaldo is groaning and kneading his cock through the fabric covering it.  I finally go dry.  I pull out of him carefully.  He leaks just a few drops that I quickly mop up with my towel.  He has his camera with him and races to the shower.
    The next day I get a video of him expelling the piss from his ass in a high arc…
     
    Osvaldo sent me videos of us and then pictures taken from the videos.  And all included his face—and I can’t publish them here.  I will post a few of him from the last time we met instead.  They are on the main site--use the link address below.
     
    The original post, with pics, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Wants Something New (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 14, 2023
  3. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—June, 2022
    I am a planner when it comes to sex.  I like to know ahead of time when and where—whether I am going to someone’s place or the man/men are coming here.  I am not a good guy for that late night text of:  “I’m horny—u still up?”
    But that statement is not in stone.  A man let me know he would be driving home from the west side of the state (after a slutty weekend in Saugatuck, I assumed) and was wondering if I was available on Sunday morning.  He let me know that he was a friend of the man who you all know as the Fluid Pig. 
    My balls churned a little.  Yes, I could be available.  We set a time the next morning after he got up.  He asked if I was good with a cummy hole—as there was a man who wanted a quick pump and dump a few miles before he got to me.  I assured him I was.  But the pump and dump guy cancelled as Ethan got to his town.  He was at my door ahead of schedule.
    Ethan is mid-40’s, maybe 5’ 10” or so and in good shape.  He is a ginger cub.  He greets me with “I was always told by Fluid Pig (well, he said his name) to look you up if I was ever over this way.”  I show him down to the playroom to strip off.  I go back to my bedroom to shed my clothes.  I walk back in on him naked—and stroking to the porn on the big screen television...
     
    I hang my robe on the door knob.  “Get on your knees and get me fully hard.”  I had not been hard at all until I walked in.  He is hot.  And eager.  I lean against the fuck bench, my cock mounding in a piss stained jock strap.  He is all over me the moment his knees hit the padded floor.  His breath is hot through the porous fabric.  He starts to tongue me through the pouch.  My cock engorges and pushes out the side.  His mouth finds me.  He moans softly as he takes me into his mouth. Then he pulls off me, freeing the rest of my cock from the tangle of fabric.
    “He said you were big—well, fuck…”
    He swallows me down.  Fully.  Choking himself on purpose—so I can feel his throat constrict.   He comes up for air, then works his active tongue into my piss slit.  He murmurs something unintelligible as he licks out my precum.
    “Let me taste your ass.”  I motion for him to get up on the bench.  He does, displaying the mounds of his butt cheeks.  I kneel and dive in.  His hole has not been used before me, but it is gaping slightly from his weekend of fun.  I tongue him.  He begins to pant.  I spit and poke it into him.  And again.
    “Fuck me with that big dick.”
    I spit once more, stand up and push the helmet head in.  He groans—all passion, no pain.  I sink in slowly, inch by inch.
    I barely hold a moment before he commands me to fuck him hard.
    I do.  Hard enough to make the legs of the bench make a clanking sound
    “Let me taste it!”
    No question about ass to mouth here.  I pull out and let him slobber all over my ass flavored cock.  He moans.  I pull out, drool some additional spit down onto my cock and shove it back up his ass.
    “Yes,” he croons.  “The harder the better.”
    I fuck.  He cleans me.  I fuck some more.
    “Fuck…” he groans as I pull out of his ass once more.  “You’ve made me cum twice.”
    I do love giving my men assgasms. 
    I know this is can’t be a long session as he has to get home.  I ask how long he has as we switch to the sling.
    “I have two more stops before home—and they both love a cummy hole.”
    “Then they’ll have one.”
    I take a picture of his fucked ass.
    PIC
    And of me eager to get back in.
    PIC
    I fuck him first this time.  And eat his ass out after. 
    My cock goes back in for another hard drilling. 
    This time I let him crane his head around and clean me up.  He savors his ass juices.
    “Feel free to use those toys if you want,” he tells me.
    I grab the trusty egg headed dildo. 
    PIC toy
    He takes it easily.  I fuck him with it.  I go back to my dick inside him, holding the toy up so he can see what he took.  He grabs his cock and jerks himself.  “Fuck, yes!”  He shoots.  A nice sized load.  “Keep going,” he pants.  “Don’t stop.”
    But I do.  To mop up the load with my hand, cover my cock and pump it into him.  He groans, looking up into the mirror above him as he watches my cum coated cock slide into him.  I fuck him, frothing his cum.  I pull out and lick it all up.  I stand and lean over him.  He opens his mouth and I drool his cum into his mouth.  He is rock hard—still.
    I re-lube up the toy with his own juices.  “Put that back in my mancunt.”  I turn it slightly as it slides in.
    I stand up looking him right in the eye.  “You’re gonna be double fucked.”  I push the toy down.  My cock goes in with it.  Latex on one side of me and flesh on the other.  It’s a great feel.  I pump him hard.
    He groans louder this time—his hole stretching, before he moans out “So full…”
    “You want my seed?”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    I pull out and take the toy out.  I don’t want any of my cum to be wasted on it.  I plow back in.
    “You going to let the other guys know you have my load inside you?”  I start pumping, our eyes locked.
    “Yes, sir.  They love my ass to be used.” 
    I pick up the speed of my fuck.
    “You’re going to get a gut full.”
    “Please,” he pants.  “Give it to me…”
    That does it.  I am over the edge.  I grab the sling frame and hang on.  I shoot a good five or six spurts into him.  He grabs his cock, strokes and manages to shoot again as I stay deep inside him.  I pull out carefully to keep my load in place.  I bend and lick up his jizz—and go to my knees.  I reverse felch—pushing his load into his ass along with mine.
    “That should give them some fun,” I say as I help him out of the sling and back on the road…
     
    The original post is here, along with another 1430, From My Side of the Sling: Loading a Ginger Pig for Others to Enjoy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 18, 2022.
  4. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—August, 2023
     
    (This picks up right after Zane’s cum shot at the end of the last post.)
     
    I encourage the cubby guy to go ahead and sit on the rimseat.  He tells me has never been on one.  He sits—and I convince him very fast that he’s waited too long to try one.  He gets so turned on, he gets up and rides my dick.  I hope for someone else on my face as he does it—but it doesn’t happen.  When his legs start to tire, I thank him and go back to the basement.
    I fuck a few asses.
    Next to me, fucking an ass right next to the ass I’m fucking, is a stunning Italian in his very late 30’s.  His black hairy is thick and curly.  His facial features are sharp and striking, like some great sculptor had carved them out of marble.  We smile at each other as we fuck.
    We pull out of our bottoms at the same time.  He surprises me by bending and cleaning my cock.  I do the same for him.  He pulls me into a dark corner by the back sling.  We kiss, sharing the juices we just licked up off the other’s cock.   Our bodies are mashed together; our cocks are drooling, leaving wet patches on both of us.  I bend to lick them up.  This leads to more kissing—and then cock sucking.  First me doing him (a hot uncut, almost 8 incher) before he does the same to me.  He stands back up and whispers “I so want you to fuck me…”
    I nod, but he continues, “I came here right from work—I’m showered, but not prepared.”
    “Then let me just rim you…”
    He leans against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me.  The mounds of his ass are hard and not as hairy as the rest of him.  But the valley between them is—and I get lost in a black-haired jungle.  I eventually find his hole and burrow in.   He groans and thrusts back on my tongue.  I lick and spit—letting all that hair now cling to his skin.
    We move to the sling so I can do more.  I am there a long time.  A guy comes by and works the Italian’s nipples with his mouth, but gets bored quickly when I don’t stand up to fuck.  I do stand, reluctantly, eventually.  My cock grazes his hole.  He groans and reaches down to heft it in his hands.
    “Next time,” he says as he sits up in the sling.  He slips to the ground and we kiss once more before going to find other men to fuck…
    *
    There are so many men in the house, that it feels like a brand-new group down here in the basement three hours into play.  There are now many more men of color here.  I round the bed—fucking many of them and begin sharing hole with a heavy hung Black top.  We like our connection and treat many guys, white, black and brown, to my longer dick and his thicker one.   Back and forth.  Watching their eyes as we switch out makes my cock throb every time.
    There is a cute young Black guy in the sling.  He has been very busy.  His Latin partner stands by his side, recruiting men to fuck him.  The Black Top and I go over.  A guy finishes up fucking and pulls out.  The Black Top is well known to the Latin partner so he tells him to fuck his boyfriend.  I look over at the petite man in the sling.  I smile.  He’s FTM and is taking that thick black cock in his front hole.
    The Latin hefts my cock and bends, sucking it expertly.  He comes up for air and says “He’ll love this.  You know he’s…”
    I nod.  And tell him that I love what he has to offer.
    The Black Top takes a breather.  I move into place at the sling.
    “Two big ones in a row,” says the small-boned guy.  He is short and thin, with a well shaped beard and a great smile.  I am going to really fill him up.  But I want to eat him out first.  His hole is wet and sloppy from the parade of men inside him.  I lick and spit and pay a lot of attention to his T-cock.  He gasps and convulses.  I don’t let up and he does it again.  Only then do I slip inside him and fuck.  The boyfriend’s eyes go back and forth from his partner’s face to my cock sliding so deeply into him.  I give him a really hard fuck.  I make a mental note that this would be a good man to breed once it’s time to let my seed go…
    Finally, I stop.  I taste his hole one more time and thank the pair of them.  The partner asks to clean my cock so he can taste his boyfriend on my dick.  I let him suck to his heart’s content…
    *
    I find Zane around the food table.  He wants to get fucked again.  We head up to the mostly deserted top floor.
    “I took another load since we fucked,” he tells me.
    I love how he can keep going after he shoots.
    I get him in the sling and eat his ass.  Another man wanders up the stairs and gives Zane a cock to suck as I rim and felch.  I finally stand up and fuck his wet hole.  The guy is now jerking next to us, allowing Zane to really concentrate on me and his ass.
    Suddenly, the guy shoots all over Zane’s chest.  I mop it up and coat my dick with it.  I fuck it into Zane.  We both groan at how slick his ass has become.  I am thinking this will be it—and I am actually close.
    Another guy arrives up the stairs right at that moment.  Zane is needed in the kitchen, he tells us.  I reluctantly pull out and let him go play co-host. 
    I go down a flight.  I figure I will fuck a little more and find him later.  Always good to load one of the hosts, after all.
    There is a group of six on the bed.  They are welcoming to another hard cock.  The big Black Top from the basement is one of them.  Once again, we start trading off on holes.  A third top shoots in a hot Latino. 
    “Eat that load out of him,” the Black Top tells me.  I move towards the loaded ass.  “On the rimseat.”
    We both do as we’re told.  I lie down and the cum filled Latino sits above me.  His ass begins to drip cum into my open mouth.  My tongue darts into his hole.
    “It feels so good,” the guy above me croons.
    “Eat him out good.” I hear from Black Top.
    My hand is batted away from stroking my dick as I eat.  Someone sits on me.  I can’t be sure, but I think it is another heavily tatted Latino.  He rides me expertly.
    And it’s all too much.  The cum sliding into my mouth from a hot ass and another ass squeezing my cock on every stroke causes me to shoot.  Big and deep.  The load I’ve been working on for 4 hours explodes into his guts…
     
    The original is here:   From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 3: "Eat That Load Out of Him!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 10, 2023
  5. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—August, 2023
     
    (This picks up right where we left off.)
     
    I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass.  I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me.  I go off, looking to see what else is happening.  There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom.  They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men.
    I walk downstairs to the basement.  Both slings are busy.  The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters.  The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking.  Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours.  One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom.  I stand and watch.  A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours.  I step up.  He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next.  I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest.  I stand up and insert.  Well, that makes him turn around.  He groans out his pleasure.  I fuck him rather hard and fast.
    The top to my left moves to another willing ass.  I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40.  He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him.
    We switch up again.  It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there.  I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started.  He is fucking a younger blond.  He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse.  The house guest has a nice seven incher.  I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine.
    “Will you fuck me now?”
    I nod.  I have only seen him top all evening.  We wait until one of the slings is free.  I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups.  He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole.  Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone.  I dig in.  He groans.
    “Do you like those loads?” he asks.
    I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt.  He responds by pushing a little.  The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth.  I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock.  I stand up.
    “My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time.  “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.”
    This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster.  My hand mops up some of his precum.  I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick.  The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck.  I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant.  I grin and ask if he wants a turn.  The house guest is all about this.  I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him.  He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk.  The new top gives him a rougher fuck.  When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum.  I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter.
    House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass.  When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up.  He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time…
    *
    I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs.  Zane finds me on the staircase.  He leads me upstairs.  His smaller room is filled.  We find room on the bed in the master bedroom.  He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass.  I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest.  Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss.  Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong.  I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. 
    “I have a load.  Can you feel it?”
    Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great.  When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock.  When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat.
    “Who’s under first?” I ask.
    “Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down.  I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me.  I jerk.  A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock.  I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone.  There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked.
    I stand up.  I want to reverse.  But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat.  I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face.
    We trade places.  Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it.  I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face.  He strokes himself as I rim.  I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock.  I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does.  Or even sucks it.
    I concentrate on Zane’s ass.  He is groaning.  Suddenly he stands up.  “Let me ride you.”
    He moves around and sits on my cock.  I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head.  He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself.  He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach.  He is as surprised as I am.  “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.”  He gets off me, slowly.  Savoring the departing inches in his butt.
    I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole..
     
    (There is one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.)
     
    The original is posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 9, 2023
  6. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—August, 2023
     
    Zane had reached out to me to tell me that, for the first time in a long time, there would be a house party at his big house in Chicago.  He assured me I could come in to town a little early, nap and be ready for an all-night orgy.  I didn’t even need to help with the set up this time as a crew of guys in the group had already gotten covers on the furniture, lube set out, etc. 
    I was excited.  This was the house where all four floors were pressed into service as the group numbered around 90 men.  The basement had two slings hung from the rafters and a large bed between them.  There was also a big couch stuck in the corner.  The main floor was for food and drink and you could park your bag of clothes by the front door.  There was a massage table set up on this floor, too, which proved quite popular.  On the second floor, the master bedroom was open for use.  I did bring my rimseat (as Zane and I wanted some time switching out on it) and it was set up there.  There was also a smaller bedroom, the one I usually stayed in, set up for play, with the bed in the middle of the room.  On the third floor was a sling in a stand and another double bed.
    I arrived in good time.  Zane was at the back gate to greet me.  He introduced me to another house guest, a cute man in his late 30’s who was a friend the roommates.  We set up the rimseat and I napped, all but naked for my jock, in the small bedroom.  I was woken by the exploring tongue of Zane in my damp armpit.  We got each other hard—and then he left to do last minute things.  I showered, dressed in my boots and the now stained jock belonging to one of my readers. 
    Voices and doorbells…it’s time.  I go down the stairs to find a bottle of water…
     
    I find my water and take a swig from the bottle.  About 20 men are here so far; all ages, all types, all drinking and laughing, stripped down to jocks or underwear and an occasional harness.  The food is out—but I want to fuck.  I go back upstairs to see who might follow.
    They are already there.  On the bed I just left is a Chicago fist bud I met years ago.  He is white, tall and lean, maybe 15 years younger than me.  A shorter Latino has him on all fours and is fucking him.
    “You’re here!” pants out my buddy as I free my dick from the jock.  I kneel on the bed and feed him my hardening cock.  The Latino grins and pounds into him harder.
    “You should fuck him now,” says the Latino, pulling out and showing me his short but thick piece of meat.  I move around and go to my knees.  My tongue connects with the first of dozens of asses I will feast on tonight.  My bud is a great self luber—his hole is wet and sweet.  I hear him slobbering over the cock that was just inside him.  I stand up and push in.  Gently.  His hole flowers open to take me easily.  I like seeing the Latino’s eyes widen as he sees all my inches disappear into the ass he opened so well.
    I fuck.  Slow and easy, building a little in pace. 
    I suggest we change holes again.  We do.  My bud ravenously licks me clean as the Latino goes up him again.  “You should know,” whispers my friend, “that he’s not just a top—he has a sweet ass.”  I nod and shut him up by fucking his face.
    We switch again.  This time I clean the Latino’s cock before he let’s my friend suck it.  We both fuck into him in our respective holes.  “Come fuck him again.  I want to eat your ass on the back stroke.”
    He moves around.  He slips into my friend and I kneel behind him.  He fucks easy, so as not to dislocate my jaw.  He pauses slightly on each backstroke to grind against my mouth.  We are all getting just what we want.
    “Please fuck me—right now.”
    I stand up.  The Latino has stopped moving.  I push into his tighter hole, about a third of my length.  I stand stock still.  “Do the work,” I command.  He does—fucking into the ass in front of him and taking me all the way on the backstroke.  My bud groans.  The Latino groans.  I begin to pant.  My bud goes from on his knees to flat on the bed.  We all go with him, still connected.  But now I’m in charge of drilling.  The Latino lies motionless and let’s me pound into him—which drives his dick into the ass under him.
    “Well, hello, Pigs!”
    A young white man, no more than 28, has entered.  He has shaggy, longer hair and a big hard cock.  We move so that I can keep fucking the Latino, but my friend worms out for under us to suck the young man.  I fuck the Latino, now on all fours.  My friend goes from sucking the new guy’s dick to rolling onto his back and taking him up his ass.
    We fuck our respective bottoms side by side, both tops checking each other out.
    “Let’s switch,” he says.  We pull out.  He sees my full length for the first time.  “Damn…” he says as he enters the Latino.  I just nod as I fuck my friend in this new position.
    Another man arrives.  Our partners shift again.  The Latino is sucking the new guy.  Long Hair turns to me.  “Do you think we can DP him?” 
    My bud is more than game.  I lie on my back.  He sits on my raging hardon, facing me.  Long Hair pokes at my cock, I can feel his wet head on my exposed shaft.  He pushes—and joins me, filling the wet ass for just a moment, but my cock plops out as he begins to fuck.
    We try once again, with me nearer the edge of the bed.  Long Hair can now stand between my legs.  Again, he pokes at the hole filled with my cock, now deeper inside my thin bud.  And he goes in.  We all hold our breath.  He’s in so much deeper.  I can feel his cock rub against the underside of my dick.
    Then he begins to move.  Shallow fucking at first.
    Holy fuck!  This is the first DP in forever that actually feels good to me.  I feel this fullness of ass and the rubbing I so often with my egg headed toy—and here it is with real cock.  I just hold still and groan.
    Long Hair is picking up the pace.  He is groaning.  My bud is whimpering in my ear as he is hammered by Long Hair.
    “Fuck!  I’m going to cum.”
    Fuck, I can feel his jizz coat my cock.  He holds in place a long time.
    In all my years, I have never had a man shoot during a DP.  I love it.  When Long Hair finally pulls out, he brings his cock up to my bud to clean.  He does—and then he snowballs some to me.  We swap the jizz for a moment before I let him swallow it. 
    “Sit on my face.”
    I love Long Hair’s expression, as my bud sits down on top of my mouth to feed me the rest of the load, drop by drop…
     
    (And we are only an hour into the party…lots more to come  I will try to post a piece each day.)
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party: "Well, Hello, Pigs!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 8, 2023
     
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  7. FelchingPisser

    Still Looking

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—August, 2023
    After the very mixed bag of sex that I wrote about in the last post, I was still wanting to get off before the big house party.  The very next day, I went to the bookstore with the remodel—hoping to find the release I needed…
     
    I arrive right around 11:30 am.  I like the lunch crowd here (and I’ve packed mine into the cooler for later.)  The parking lot has a few scattered cars in it.  Two of them have men sitting in them—waiting to see who goes in.  I walk past them, pay my admission for the lounge and head in.  It feels darker today after the bright, hot sunshine outside.  I do a quick look around.  One man is watching trans porn and another seems to be changing his clothes in the gay area.  I sit down on the big couch where I can see several different screens—each showing a different genre of porn.  I unbutton and stroke myself hard.  It’s easy to do with the anal sex happening on the mammoth television screen affixed to the wall in front of me.
    I feel movement to my side and turn.  The cubby young man has changed from his shorts and tee into a long, flowing, flowered caftan.   He tells me it makes him feel sexy, as he kneels in front of me.  I love his beard on my balls and his mouth is hot and wet.  He gets me dripping, but I don’t think he is thinking I’ll shoot.  We are both just enjoying the moment.  He stops when his knees get tired—and other men start arriving.  Many of the newbies look at my cock, but there are no more takers.
    I roam and settle in the gay room.   One of the new arrivals takes advantage of the more private setting and kneels.  He is around my age and I expect good things from his years of experience.  Not so much, as it turns out.  No teeth, well, almost none, and just rather dull—very little passion as he goes through the motion.  He can’t stay on his knees for long, so I am happy to help him up.
    I move around again.  Lots of men.  I see men going into booths with glory holes and there are actually men on the back ramp for them to suck.  There is one of the three holes open, so I stand between two men who are also being serviced.  The guy doing me is good with his tongue—but he won’t even try to take more than the head into his mouth.  His hand is wrapped around my shaft so I stand and let him work my piss slit and cock head.
    He grows tired quickly.  I guess I should have instantly shot my load.  I pull out the moment his hand releases me.
    I wander.  I head into the trans area.  A guy around my age is getting head from the talkative Black man who is here every time I visit.  I start to back out to give them some privacy, but instead the man getting sucked loudly gives up his load.  I watch as he lets his cocksucker lick him clean of semen.  He smiles at me and says “Next!” as he leaves.
    I unbutton and sit down.  The talkative man crawls over to my cock.  He starts a conversation—but barely gets out two sentences before he starts to devour my dick.  He’s great.  He has done me here many times in the past.  Great suction, easy deep throat, no teeth…everything about a blow job I love.  He only takes a break on my shaft to start nuzzling my balls with his very thick and wet tongue.  He groans at the taste of the morning’s sweat on them.  He licks and moans and does each of them individually, never trying to crowd both of the bloated sacks into his mouth at once.
    He pulls off me, and rests on his haunches.  “That is one mighty fine cock.”  He sighs and takes me down again.  To the root.  Repeatedly.  He knows me well enough to know that I’m not likely to shoot.  And indeed—his legs tire before I do.  I help him up.  He promises to come find me when I’m ready.  And I want just that…
    *
    I wander.  In the straight corner, both chairs are occupied by daddy types.  One is my age, tall and spare with a highly trimmed goatee.  The other, slightly younger, is a barrel chested man.  And both are stroking very respectably sized cocks. 
    The goateed daddy recognizes me from somewhere.  “You suck, right?” he asks, point blank, with no games.
    I nod.  I go to my knees and take his dick in my mouth.
    “Damn, you’re good,” he breathes. 
    I work for maybe three minutes before he gives me his load—sweet and creamy.  He is too sensitive to let me clean him up and he ruins a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs as he stuffs his still oozing cock into them.  I stand up.
    “You aren’t going anywhere, are you?” says the barrel-chested guy who has watched and stroked to the whole thing.  I kneel again.  He is thicker and not as long.  And he’s close.  He liked what he saw—and likes what he’s feeling now even more.  I get another load in under two minutes.   He lets me get every drop…
    *
    A lull.
    I eat out in the car, happy for a break.
    I go back in.  The crowd has thinned.  I look for the great cocksucker, but he, surprisingly, is not there.  I sit and stroke.  I don’t want to just shoot on the floor, but I would like the balls empty to start making fresh jizz for the weekend.
    “May I help you with that?”
    He’s a good ten years older than me, likely in his high 70’s.  Smoking has not been kind to his creased face—but the great bone structure is still there.  He also carries himself, still, with that ‘I have a big cock’ aura.  And he does.  It is sticking out of his pants.  He would have been that unattainable stud at the disco when I came out. 
    He uses my knees as support to get down to the floor.  His mouth is great.  Not as roomy as the talkative guy, but damn good and just what I need.  He is good about working the head, shaft and balls in rotation.  I am sure that I have found my guy.
    But he can’t stay down on his knees.  I help him up—and sit back down.  I bend to take his cock.
    “You don’t have to suck this old thing…”
    “But I’d like to…”
    I swallow him down, the biggest dick of the day.  His incredibly soft hands grab my ears.  He begins pumping into me. 
    “It’s been so long…” he groans.
    He’s there—I can feel it.  And he pulls out of my mouth and shoots on the floor…
    *
    I look around, but I can’t imagine finding what I need with the men who are left. I go home, and just save those full balls for Zane when I get to the house party…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Still Looking (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    September 5, 2023
  8. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2023
    My furry fuck bud (and fellow scent pig) Zane had invited me to Chicago for a massive house party.  I was excited and ready for one.  But it was at the end of the week.  By Tuesday, just thinking about going, was driving me up the wall.  I knew I needed to empty my balls.  I ate an early lunch and went to see what trouble I could find at the bookstore nearest me…
     
    I start, as usual in the straight theatre.  There is a man a little older than me sitting about halfway down.  I sit even with him, along the other side wall. He is looking only at the screen.   Every time the door opens or a chair scrapes, the things that naturally make men turn to look, you can see him fight against it and concentrate harder on the sex happening on the big screen television.  He is masturbating.  His hand is inside his fly.  As I occasionally check him out, I see his dick head emerge from the top of his fist.  Even in this dim light, it looks angry and red.  And thick.
    I try to get his attention, but he will not look in my direction or at my very exposed cock.  I stroke to the better than average porn.  Through the grate in the common wall, I hear the door to the gay cinema opening and closing.  A lot.  No one else is in here, so I button up and go over.
    I can see why the crowd is here.  A man I have never seen before, around 50, white, and very good looking in that old Hollywood way is sitting along the side wall.  He is kneading a nice sized bulge in his pants.  I recognize the six other men in the room.  I may have actually had sex, one way or another, with all of them. 
    I sit in the cocksucker’s chair, which is, surprisingly, open.  I nod to the man who I have fucked countless times.  He is sitting in the corner, stripped and jerking his soft cock to the porn and to the new guy.  A guy standing behind the new guy is a man who has sucked me on numerous occasions.  Oh, and the man seated next to the guy who I usually fuck has been on my dick a lot.   There is a younger guy in front of the new guy, who let’s me blow him when no one is looking.  All these men have their dicks out.  And not one of them is hard.  I am the only hard cock in the place.
    And none of the cocksuckers seem to want to show off their skills in front of the new man.  I would think of it as an audition for him—to turn him on, to get the ball rolling.
    No, they sit and they flog their soft cocks.
    Eventually, out of boredom, the guy I usually fuck stands up and gives me his soft cock to suck.  I work tirelessly to get him to harden.  I grease up a finger and slide up his ass, hoping that will do the trick.  It doesn’t get him hard—but it gets him off.  He is as surprised as I am.
    Ok, first off—with the now incredibly low price of generic erectile dysfunction drugs, I do not understand men not finding one that works for them.  If you are coming to the playroom to get fucked, I don’t care if you are hard or not.  But in a situation like the bookstore, when you are asking for head, you seem to want to be hard.  It must be important to you—so fix it.   I use a generic Viagra for group sex—and it costs me less than a dollar.   I am sure a number of the men there thought that ‘my dick will get hard this time’ and the disappointment must be far worse than taking the bull by the horns and finding one of the many options to help.  And if you aren’t taking it, because poppers are more important to you than your dick, that’s another whole problem…All right, I’m done.
    Also surprisingly, the Man I Usually Fuck, went down on me after he shot.  He licked and sucked.  The man who often sucks me standing behind the new guy, offered me his limp cock to suck.  It never got hard either.  Nor did he shoot.  He actually looked embarrassed by it and left.
    And the new guy never showed his cock to the disappointment of everyone. 
    *
    I go back to the straight side.  The guy is still there.  Jerking like crazy, just showing his cock head above his big hand.  I sit opposite him again and haul out my cock.  He never glances at me.  Not once.  No slight head turn for a quick look.  No nod meaning, ‘I’m interested.’  Nothing.
    I debate what to do.  I’d be happy to suck this guy, but does he want it?  Everything says ‘no’ to me.
    OK—and another thing.  If we are watching straight porn, I can’t be a mind reader.  In the gay theatre, I would have just asked this guy by now.  I don’t really do that over on the straight side.  I never want straight men to feel ‘hounded by the gays’ as I heard one guy express it, years ago.  There are plenty of straight men who do want a willing mouth, and they know how to communicate.  But you have to engage with me, one way or another.  That nod, a look, or heaven help us, say what you want…
    I suddenly stand up.  I am going against my own better instincts.  “Do you want help with that?” 
    He does not look at me.  He looks rigidly at the screen.  His hand quickens on his dick.  I step towards him, my hard cock swaying.  Something about his refusing to answer suggests he does want some help.
    I go for it, wondering if I’ll be screamed at or punched.  I kneel in front of him.  Finally, he does something that says ‘yes’—he takes his hand off his big angry dick.  My mouth covers his cock head as he erupts into my mouth.  It’s a huge load. He leans back in his chair, looking like he’s had a heart attack.  I linger long enough to make sure he hasn’t and take off.
    Never once did he actually look right at me.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Two Rants Disguised as a Trip to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 2. 2023
  9. FelchingPisser

    Stretching Jamie's Hole

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    My Playroom—August, 2023
     
    Jamie, the man who had found my blog and then reached out, calling me ‘The Hemmingway of Filth,’ was finally wanting to come back to the playroom.  He wanted to be used hard.  I knew he desired toys and hand, not just my cock.   We agreed on a date, in the first full week of August…
     
    Jamie is horned.  He is totally naked by the time I get down to the playroom.  There is no oral sex today for me.  He is up on the fuckbench.  Waiting.  He is a man slightly younger than myself, and rather beefy and hairy.  It is a pleasure to go to my knees and begin rimming his hole.  He moans, telling me he can’t wait for my cock inside him.  This makes me rim him even longer—I want him panting for it.  And he is.  Telling me to stick it in him and fuck him hard.
    I stand up and do just that.  I sink all the way into his hot ass in one stroke.  I hold for the shortest time before I begin fucking.  Hard and long.  Making him moan and grunt with each thrust.
    I slow the fuck and finally pull out.
    “Let me taste it!” he groans.  I walk to the front of the bench and feed him my wet cock.  He moans again, loving the taste of his ass on my cock. 
    “Get it good and wet. I’m going back in with no more lube.”
    He groans and spits on my dick.  I move behind him—and slide in.  His spit feels great and his ass is already making lube to protect itself from my hard assault.  I fuck and slap his upturned butt cheeks.
    I pull out.  I taste his hole again before I take my wet cock back to his mouth.  He cleans me up just as hungrily.  I grab the egg headed dildo.  I grease it up and insert it easily in Jamie’s hungry hole.  He knows I am going to add my dick along with it—and I don’t disappoint him.  I am under the toy first, feeling the ribbed shaft on the top of my cock with every stroke.  Now I reverse, I push the toy down and slide into him with the ribs below my cock.  Finally, I stop fuckin and have him clean my cock one more time.
    We move to the sling.  I rim him again.  And fuck him.  I grease up the ass grommet that slips over my erection—supersizing the girth of my dick.  He takes it easily, actually begging for more.
    I pull out, telling him to look up in the mirror above the sling so he can see the toy hugging my erection.  I fuck him again, once more with it on and then without.  I kneel and grab the biggest of the black plugs.  Jamie loves the girth I am slowly working into him.  The toy does just what I want—to stretch him out—ready for my hand.
    I have to wear a glove on my left hand, as I had cut myself in the kitchen a couple of days before.  I really prefer my hands to be bare, but the one is latexed today.  I use my bare hand to slowly crawl into him ever deeper.  My middle finger toys with his second hole.  He tells me again how much he loves this.  I do some regular fist stretching—and then explore his depths again.
    “I need a minute—you’re wearing me out.”
    I help him out of the sling and toss a towel on the bed, so he can lay down.  We watch the porn on the big screen television.  The Dick Wadd men are opening holes with fists, just like I’ve been doing.
    “I think I can take some more—but I’d like to be back on the bench.”
    I nod and he scrambles up and gets in position.  I think about eating his hole—but there is now serious lube up there now.  I settle for a brief fuck, before I settle down and do more fisting.  One hand in—and then the other.
    I use the big pink ‘realistic’ dildo on him.  He likes the weight of it.  And the stretch.  I stretch his willing hole, giving him the whole shaft until the molded balls are pressing against his ass.  Then go back to my hands…first one, then the other.
    “I think I am done,” he pants.  “You destroyed my hole in the best way.”
    “Can you still take my dick?”
    Jamie grins.  “I hope so!  Shoot your load!”
    I stand up.  I slide in.  I have to concentrate, but I am ready to shoot pretty fast.
    “Take it,” I grunt out.  “Take my cum in your ass…”
    Jamie moans—and holds still as I shoot deep inside his plundered hole…
     
    *
    Jamie’s first visit is entitled "Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’"
    The original of this post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Stretching Jamie's Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 31, 2023
  10. FelchingPisser

    Mouth and Ass...and Mouth

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—August, 2023
    The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom.  I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display.  He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding.  (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling:  Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick).  I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week.  I did.  And now, here he was on my doorstep. 
    “I don’t have too long.  I think the wife’s home earlier today.”
    He was eager to get downstairs.  I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom.  I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… 
     
    He looks good—thickly built with that long beard.  I stand up and he takes my place.  He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him.  I can feel his hot breath through the fabric.  He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side.  His hot tongue goes to my balls.  He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect.   He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva.
    Finally, he goes for my cock.  He takes half of it on the first go.  Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard.  He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me.  He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again.
    We spend a long time here.  Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart.  And a great one.  I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium.  Then it’s back to my cock.  He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over.
    “Let me eat your ass.  I want it as wet as my cock is right now.”
    He goes to the bench without my telling him.  He gets in place.  I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there.  I tongue drill his hole.  It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts.  I add lube to the spit covering my cock.  I stand up and slowly slide in.  I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch.  His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes.  I ease the rest of the way in.  He pants—and I begin to fuck.  Long and leisurely strokes.
    “Damn, that feels good,” he groans. 
    I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo.  Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks.  I pull out.  I don’t remember if he does ATM or not.  But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him.  I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices.
    I go back and fuck him one more time.
    I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back.  He jumps in.  Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs.  He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups.  I kneel and rim his well fucked hole.  It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping.  I want to make that happen.
    I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure.  I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork.  I rim—and then fuck him again.
    I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue.  Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him.  I grab the medium sized black butt plug.  I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole.  He is surprised—but loves the stretch.  I beat the on base of the toy.  His hole ass spasms.  I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast…
    *
    We take a break from all the fucking.  Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker.  And such a good one.  We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock.  He is doing repeated deep throating of me.  The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again.  He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. 
    Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again.   He swallows me down.  We’ve found the right angle again.  He takes me down repeatedly.  Often choking himself.  He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up.  Again and again.
    I suddenly feel my balls pull up.  I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass.  But I am so close, I just go with it.  I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening.  He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft.  His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great.  His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit.
    “Fuck!”
    I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth.  Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed.   I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get.
    I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do.  He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins.
    “That was better than at the bookstore!”
    I smile. 
    And he’s in great time to get home before the wife…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Mouth and Ass...and Mouth (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   August 27, 2023
  11. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—July, 2023
    I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week…
     
    I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall.  The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week.  He grins.  He wants more.  He unzips and I go to work.  He is rampant.  I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle.  I do it.  But now his cock is softer.  He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute.  He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. 
    We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse.
    He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can…
    I sit back down and stroke.
    A few men come in, look around and leave.  A very large Black man, new to me, stays.  He sits next to me.  He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight.  His eyes are all over my cock.  And soon his hand is on it, too.  I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week.  I glance over.  This guy is hungry, I can tell.  I look away, then:
    “I want to suck you.”
    I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him.  He grins…
    And pulls out a condom.  He rolls it down my cock.  It is black latex and thick.  He begins the suck.  I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. 
    I close my eyes.
    “Are you close?”
    My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.”
    He sucks some more.
    “I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready.  Spray it all over my beard.”
    I have had enough.  My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started.  I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre.
    A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair.  He is short and rather beefy.  I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall.  We watch the movie.  Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me.  “I know what you need.” 
    Like a good cock sucking, I think.  He reaches and begins to stroke my dick.  It’s a pleasant warm-up. 
    No, that is all he’s going to do.  He jerks my cock.  As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens.  He works harder. 
    Now he is squeezing and it hurts.  I tell him so.  Nicely, I think.  He says nothing but I can tell he is offended.  He goes off to the arcade.
    I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip.
    The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in.  He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me.  His very soft hands feel much better on my cock.  Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft.  He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me.  I help him down.  And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses.
    Over and over.
    And that is it.
    Little licks.
    “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone.
    “I am.”
    He continues.
    “Try putting the head in your mouth.”
    He sighs.  He does it and not too well.  Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth.
    He goes back to what he seemingly does best.  I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough.  I thank him and go back to the straight side.  Fuming.
    The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before.  I should know better.  
    And then that right person walks in.  He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40.  He is tall, and slim.  His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front.  He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly.  His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat.
    Finally, he comes up for air.  Grinning broadly.  He stands up.  A thick, curved cock swings back and forth.  I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us.  His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack.
    “Eat my butt out…”
    I don’t wait for a second invitation.  He’s tight.  My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. 
    “I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” 
    I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole.
    The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked.
    I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole.  He groans and encourages me.  I alternate between finger and tongue.
    Eventually, we try my cock.  It fits perfectly.  “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles.  And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth.
    I fuck.  I love seeing him with two dicks in him.  It makes my cock drip inside.
    I keep up a steady pace.
    “Breed me,” he grunts out.
    It won’t take much more time.  After all the frustration, this is perfect.
    “Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth.  He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him.
    A few more strokes—and I shoot.  All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: From One Extreme to the Other (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 23, 2023
  12. FelchingPisser

    Helping Fulfill a Fantasy

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—July, 2023
    I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks.  Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait…
     
    I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking.  Yet.  The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day.  I stroke.  Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move.
    A very large white man comes through the door.  He stands next to me, leaning against the wall.  He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back.  He asks politely if he can sit next to me.  I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes.  He sits.  We watch the video—well, I do.  He is watching my cock.  Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat.  He takes me to the root effortlessly.  His mouth is velvet.  I groan, surprised and pleased. 
    My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us.  He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly.  The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick.  I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot.
    “Don’t waste it.”
    He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me.  Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth.  I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick.  He zips up and leaves.  My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. 
    But my staying power is tiring the guy.  He comes up for air.  I tell him how great it felt.  He takes off, but says he will come back for another round.
    I stroke.
    The door opens.  A Black man, around my age, comes in.  I have not seen him before.  He has a fair amount of gray in his hair.  He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build.  He has a slight gut.  And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me.
    He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.”
    I shrug.  “Not by much.”
    “Suck me?”
    I don’t answer.  I just let him invade my mouth.  I have to work at this one.  The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing.  I go to my knees.  I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making.  I suck and lick.  I pay particular attention to his balls.  They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all.  I lick and moan a little myself.
    Soon he wants to sit.  He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles.  I go back to my knees.  It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut.  I lick his balls again.  He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too.
    “Oh, fuck...” he moans.  I swallow his cock again and then his load.  It’s huge.  Those balls have been working overtime.  I just keep swallowing as he unloads.  He thanks me and leaves the room.  I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down…
    *
    The very large man is back and on my dick.  He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave.  Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me.  This makes the huge guy work harder.  But I am still nowhere near shooting.
    He leaves—this time for good.
    An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in.  I often fuck him here.  He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex.  I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me.  He sits next to me.
    “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?”
    I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod.
    “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.”
    I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me.
    “I love doing that,” I venture.
    “It looked so hot.  I want to try it.”  He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper.  “I found this cute bottom.  I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?”
    “Felch.”
    “Yes!  And then fuck in your load.”
    “Sure.” 
    “He’s in the arcade.  Meet us in the gay room.”  He bustles out the door.
    I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit.  They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute.  He’s a college kid likely from the local university:   short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.)  He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock.  He strips down to just gym socks.  The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee.  He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair.  I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. 
    “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster.
    I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in.  He grunts—but takes me with no issue.  This young man has talent.  He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow.
    He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum.  I slap his ass and pick up the tempo.
    “Breed him!” whispers the other guy.
    “You want my load?”  I want to hear it from him.  But he only nods.  “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge.
    “Breed my ass, daddy!”
    And that does it.  I shoot deep and hard into his butt.  I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain.  I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom.  He does, loving every minute of it.  I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred.
    “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers.
    “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly.
    He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass.  He whimpers.  I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it.  He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back.  “So hot,” he says as he stands up.
    “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…”
    He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole.  The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan.
    “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters.
    He begins a quick fuck.  The young man is getting off on the scenario, too.  “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out.  “Make me your cumdump.”
    In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man.  He stands stock still, shaking.  The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass.  I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him…
     
    The original is here:  
    Near Home—July, 2023
    I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks.  Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait…
     
    I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking.  Yet.  The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day.  I stroke.  Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move.
    A very large white man comes through the door.  He stands next to me, leaning against the wall.  He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back.  He asks politely if he can sit next to me.  I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes.  He sits.  We watch the video—well, I do.  He is watching my cock.  Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat.  He takes me to the root effortlessly.  His mouth is velvet.  I groan, surprised and pleased. 
    My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us.  He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly.  The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick.  I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot.
    “Don’t waste it.”
    He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me.  Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth.  I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick.  He zips up and leaves.  My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. 
    But my staying power is tiring the guy.  He comes up for air.  I tell him how great it felt.  He takes off, but says he will come back for another round.
    I stroke.
    The door opens.  A Black man, around my age, comes in.  I have not seen him before.  He has a fair amount of gray in his hair.  He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build.  He has a slight gut.  And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me.
    He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.”
    I shrug.  “Not by much.”
    “Suck me?”
    I don’t answer.  I just let him invade my mouth.  I have to work at this one.  The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing.  I go to my knees.  I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making.  I suck and lick.  I pay particular attention to his balls.  They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all.  I lick and moan a little myself.
    Soon he wants to sit.  He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles.  I go back to my knees.  It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut.  I lick his balls again.  He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too.
    “Oh, fuck...” he moans.  I swallow his cock again and then his load.  It’s huge.  Those balls have been working overtime.  I just keep swallowing as he unloads.  He thanks me and leaves the room.  I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down…
    *
    The very large man is back and on my dick.  He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave.  Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me.  This makes the huge guy work harder.  But I am still nowhere near shooting.
    He leaves—this time for good.
    An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in.  I often fuck him here.  He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex.  I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me.  He sits next to me.
    “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?”
    I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod.
    “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.”
    I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me.
    “I love doing that,” I venture.
    “It looked so hot.  I want to try it.”  He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper.  “I found this cute bottom.  I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?”
    “Felch.”
    “Yes!  And then fuck in your load.”
    “Sure.” 
    “He’s in the arcade.  Meet us in the gay room.”  He bustles out the door.
    I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit.  They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute.  He’s a college kid likely from the local university:   short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.)  He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock.  He strips down to just gym socks.  The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee.  He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair.  I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. 
    “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster.
    I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in.  He grunts—but takes me with no issue.  This young man has talent.  He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow.
    He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum.  I slap his ass and pick up the tempo.
    “Breed him!” whispers the other guy.
    “You want my load?”  I want to hear it from him.  But he only nods.  “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge.
    “Breed my ass, daddy!”
    And that does it.  I shoot deep and hard into his butt.  I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain.  I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom.  He does, loving every minute of it.  I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred.
    “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers.
    “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly.
    He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass.  He whimpers.  I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it.  He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back.  “So hot,” he says as he stands up.
    “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…”
    He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole.  The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan.
    “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters.
    He begins a quick fuck.  The young man is getting off on the scenario, too.  “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out.  “Make me your cumdump.”
    In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man.  He stands stock still, shaking.  The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass.  I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Helping Fulfill a Fantasy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 21, 2023
  13. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—July, 2023
    I heard from Jake, a longtime fist bud.  Readers likely remember him from all those pictures of his testicles flattened in his ball crushers which he brings with him.  Jake suddenly had tomorrow off.  I usually like to plan a little more in advance, but I had the time and I told him so.  After all, we had not seen each other for a number of months.
    He arrived a little late—not like him at all.  But it seems like half the roads in Michigan are having some sort of work done on them making traffic crawl at times.  I took him down to the playroom so he could strip.  I went back up to do the same, before clomping down the stairs in my boots…
     
    I want to eat his ass.  And I want to fuck it.  Right now.  I have Jake get on the fuckbench.  I kneel and dig in, my tongue reaming into his hole.  Jake groans and tells me to fuck him hard.  I stand up and slide in.  His hole is always welcoming—and he takes me to the hilt in one long, slow insertion.  I bottom out, pause for a count or two and begin the fuck.
    Hard.  My pelvis is slapping his ass cheeks—the sound filling the small room.
    I pull out and have him clean my dick.  He loves the taste and I push back into his ass and fuck him just as hard or harder.  I decide to stretch his ass.  The speculum comes out.  I grease it up and insert it inch by inch.  Then the slow crank open, the metal medical device opening his ass for me.  I get it wide enough so I can add my dick.  I always love this moment—the metal and the flesh sheathing my rampant cock.  I fuck, a little slower now, enjoying the dual sensation on my dick.
    I crank it shut and remove it.  I move on to the egg headed dildo—my old reliable.  I work it into his now welcoming hole.  The head is big; the shaft is thin.  My dick pushes in with my cock on top of the toy, reveling in the ribbed shaft of the toy on the underside of me. 
    I fuck him like this for quite some time.  Then I reverse; I go under the toy.  This makes for a tighter fit in his hole.  But I fuck him.  Hard and with purpose.
    I want Jake in the sling, but we take a break for a moment on the bed.  He asks if he can deep throat me.  I know he loves it, but it is often not a pain free experience.  I let him go for it and am pleased there are no teeth contact on my head or shaft.  He does it a couple more times—but I want him on his back.
    We move to the sling.  He loves the ankle restraints, not the stirrups so I use those. I eat his hole—and fuck it.  I use the big butt plug on him.  He’s now ready for my hand.  I get the left in easily, with me on my knees.  Now I stand, do it again and add my dick alongside my wrist.  Jake moans.
    I go to the toy shelf once more.  The ass grommet slides over my very hard dick, supersizing the thickness of me.  The bare head of my dick sticks out from the latex.  I fuck him with the grommet in place until we are both breathless.
    I ask if he’d like to use the hogtie.  Of course, he would.  I lower the middle of the fuck bench to make a padded table.  I get him out of the sling and on to the it.  I take a moment and add the wrist restraints on him, too.
    I start with just his ankles attached to the spreader bar.  He pulls the bar toward his head and it rolls his ass back and up so I fuck him at a great angle.  I let him rest for a moment and do it again.  Then I pull the hogtie clip out.  All four restraints are hooked right together, over his chest.  I push down, towards Jake’s nipples and my dick slips into him again.  I pound.  He screws his eyes shut and goes into his ‘I’m restrained’ head space.  I keep up the pressure by pushing the clip down and fuck him for quite some time.
    We go back to the sling.  Jake now wants his hands restrained here, too.  I truss him up.  I rim.  I fuck.  I fist.  I pull out the biggest toy and watch each hump of the shaft disappear inside him.
    We take a break on the bed.  Jake falls asleep for minute—a good restorative nap.  I watch the porn.  (Gluteus Maximus from Dick Wadd.  I like my playroom porn to mirror the kinds of things we are doing, so it’s different for each hook up.)  When he starts awake, we go back to the sling.  I restraint his legs.  Arms.  He asks for a blindfold.  I put it on him and take pictures so he can later see how trussed up he is.
    I fuck.  I use my left hand in him a little.  But I know it’s time to get off.  There is a lot we have not done this session, things that we often do.  But the need to breed is right there.  I fuck him hard, with long, fast strokes.  In no time, I grab the aluminum frame for support and empty my balls into the restrained, blindfolded man who is moaning in front of me.
     
    Once again, Jake has written up his version of events.  The moment I post this, I am about to read it for the first time.  I will be curious to see how similar or how different his account will be.  It will be posted for you 24 hours after I post this piece.
     
    The original post, with pics, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Restraining Jake to Work his Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August  17, 2023
    Jake's take on our meet is here (I won't be reprinting it on this site):  From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Jake in Hog-Tied Heaven (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 18, 2023
  14. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—July, 2023
     
    The bookstore I go to so frequently has many regulars. They seem set in their habits, too.  If you go on, say, a Wednesday afternoon, you can be fairly sure you will know a handful of men from the previous Wednesday.  We are creatures of habit after all.  So, mid-month, I decided to go at a different time and day.  And I found an entirely new collection of men…
     
    I sit by the wall in the straight theatre.  There is a blow job being given from the man in the cocksucker’s seat against the back wall.  Two other men are standing against the wall, stroking and watching it happen.  Across the aisle from me is a very old man.  He looks up at the screen and kneads his trousers.
    I take out my cock and stroke.  The door opens and an Asian man comes in.  He is likely in his mid-thirties and beginning to thicken up around his waist.  He stands at the back for a moment, looking at the blow job still in progress.  He smiles and takes out his cock.  In just a few strokes, he notices me looking at him.  He walks towards me, obviously wanting some head.  He removes his hand.  His cock is not large, but it is pointing straight up at a very sharp angle.  I take it in my hand and try to pull it down so it’s an easier glide into my mouth.  Instead, I have to hunch forward at an odd angle to take him. 
    He groans the moment my mouth sucks him in.  He grabs my ears and begins thrusting.  His cock keeps hitting the roof of my mouth.  I try to squirm around to help him get into my throat, but it’s all over before I can do it.  He floods my mouth with cum.  He holds me in place as I swallow; his cock deflates while still in me.
    He grins—and then adds: “Next time you can fuck me” before he goes out the door. 
    A very young man, one of the watchers on the back wall, comes down to the older gentleman across from me.  He finds the man’s footed cane, gives it to him and helps him stand.  You can tell he must be a caregiver from the practiced way he gets the older man on his feet.  With the cane on one side and the young man on the other, they slowly make their way out the door. 
    I watch the movie.  The cocksucking behind me comes to a noisy conclusion.  I give them mental points for never stopping, even with all the traffic in the room.  I decide to go next door.  I shove myself into my pants and go out.
    The gay theatre is active, too.  It takes me a moment to realize that the old man is sitting next to his young caregiver on the far wall.  The caregiver is sucking a tall, lanky man—who is totally naked.  The old man is fondling the very hard cock of a man who looks like a trucker.  I lean against their wall and watch.  The trucker, realizing the old guy isn’t going to suck him, leaves.  
    I watch the care giver’s hand graze against the naked butt of the guy he’s sucking.  This gets a vocal reaction.  I move around and take my dick out.  I let the old man hold it and occasionally give it a slight squeeze.  The caregiver is not getting his naked man very hard—and I am sure that the naked guy doesn’t want head, but a good fucking.
    “This one,” says the old man.
    The caregiver looks at me and takes me into his mouth instead.  He seems incredibly inexperienced at doing it.  The old man watches my dick go into the caregiver’s mouth.  But just as suddenly he touches the caregiver’s thigh, who stops sucking and quickly helps the old man up and out the door.
    I look at the naked man.  “Now that’s a relationship you don’t see every day…”
    He grunts and says “Fuck me?”
    I stand up, turn him to lean against the side wall and go to my knees.  He groans as my tongue hits his tight pucker.  Now that my tongue is in him and I am spreading his butt cheeks apart with both hands, I realize this guy is a shade older than I first thought.  He’s likely pushing 40 and in great shape.  I eat and lube myself up.  I stand.  He’s too tight.  I go back to my knees and work harder.  I try again.  Not happening.  I kneel and use my fingers this time.  One is great.  Two feels like work for a moment.  And then I know I can get to three—the thickness of my cock.  I do.  The guy is jerking his semi hard and moaning.
    This time I stand up and insert my cock.  He gasps.  I wait. 
    “I’m ready.  Fuck me hard, but don’t cum in me.”
    Now he tells me.
    I fuck with him standing, his two hands planted against the wall.
    I fuck him bent over the back of the chair.
    A man, around my age, with a massive wedding band, comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s chair, his eyes riveted to us.
    I nod to him and keep fucking.  The new guy pulls out his dick.
    “I think you’re gonna make me cum,” groans the tall guy. 
    I fuck harder.
    “Pull out so I can shoot.”
    I pull out, go to my knees and take his cock in my mouth just as he begins to spurt.  He groans and gives me my second sizable load of the afternoon.
    “Do that to me,” says married dad.
    I don’t bother to get up.  I just crawl over to him.  His fat dick shoots the moment he’s in my mouth.   
    Both men leave.  I sit and stroke to the porn, but no one comes in.  I hear the door next door open and the scraping of one of the metal chairs being moved next door.  I do myself up and go investigates.  It’s a middle aged Mexican.  He is in the cocksucker’s chair.  I open my fly and offer him my dick.
    He shakes his head.  “I was hoping you’d do me.”
    I shrug.  He gets up and I take his seat.  His cock is small.  The foreskin seems longer than his dick.  I take him into my mouth and my tongue works all that skin back.
    “I cum easy,” he whispers.
    And he does.  And it is my fourth massive load down my throat.
    I stroke, now alone in the straight theatre.
    The door opens.  A young Black man comes in, likely 30+ rather tall and lean.  He looks at me.  He looks at my dick and motions to the seat next to me.  “Do you mind?”
    I smile and he sits.  He opens his fly.  It is a big nine-inch cock.  And, though very hard, it is curved and pointing down.
    He nods and looks at the screen.  We both stroke.  Minutes pass.  His right hand eventually touches my cock.  I do the same to his with my left.
    I look at him as we stroke.  “Do you want some head?”
    “That would be nice.  Guys don’t suck my dick very often.”
    I get down to suck.  I have to pull his dick up slightly to get it in my mouth.  He grunts and stands up.  Now the angle is perfect.  It’s long but thin.  It snakes down my throat with ease.
    “Holy shit!” he murmurs as my tongue gets busy.
    All too soon he grabs my head. 
    “Here it is….!”  His dick explodes, giving me a fifth massive load of cum…
     
    The original is here:   From My Side of the Sling: Pointing Up and Pointing Down (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   August 15, 2023
  15. FelchingPisser

    "Unless I Sit on Him"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—July, 2023
     
    It took me a couple of days to get horned again after the piss party on Saturday night.  By the next Tuesday afternoon, I went to the bookstore nearest to me.  There were a few cars in the lot, but not many.  I still enjoy that feeling of anticipation you get as you walk in—wondering who is there and what you will find…
     
    The straight theatre is all but empty.  One man, sitting alone and near the screen, is certainly there for the video, even the one that is showing, which is all talk as they ‘set up the scene.’  I go over to the gay side.  There are two men here, but the video is hot.  A bareback three way is happening on the big screen television with men old enough to actually know what they are doing.  I sit next to the wall by the door.  The cocksucker’s seat is occupied by a guy in his late 30’s.  He seemingly has his eyes shut.  The fly to his pants is open and his flaccid dick hangs to one side.  The other man is stroking a hot seven incher.  He has a long beard (though he is not the man I’ve mentioned with a long beard before.)  This beard is hipster cut, not a mountain man.  He is likely in his late 30’s early 40’s.  He has long legs splayed toward the screen and looks as thin as my build.  He nods to me and turns his attention back to the screen.
    We both stroke.
    The door opens.  A man around my age enters.  He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.  Certainly not a regular here.  He stands behind me.  Looking at me.  I glance back when I hear his zipper open.  The porn has worked on him, too.  His dick is average, but hard.  And it’s suddenly right by my mouth.  I suck him.  He seems to be in a hurry.  He fucks my face instead of letting me doing any of my tongue work.
    He explodes.  I swallow.
    He leans over as he zips up.  “You used to come to my house,” he tells me, naming the next city over.  I vaguely remember, but nod knowingly.  If I did, it has been over 15 years ago, certainly not in the time I have been writing it all down.
    He goes out the door with a bang.  This wakes the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  He looks around him, sees the two hard cocks and his own stands up.  Hipster Beard gets up and feeds the young man his dick.  My attention is now divided between the porn on screen and the porn in front of me.  I hear the sound of a very wet cock sucking and the sighs from Hipster Beard.
    HB pulls out of his mouth and turns to me.  “You should try his mouth, man.”  He steps to the side as I stand up.  The young guy’s eyes widen as he sees me approach.  He sucks me, hungrily, making small noises in the back of this throat.  HB stands to the side, jerking his cock as he watches.
    The guy is sure not sleeping anymore.  He knows just how to suck a big cock.  His teeth are covered; he seems to have no gag reflex as he takes me to the root again and again.
    He pulls off me.  “Sit here, I want a better angle.”
    I love what he’s been doing, but I sit.  The young guy proceeds to strip naked but for socks.  He has a lithe frame.  He kneels between my splayed legs.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  It’s like he’s unhinged his jaw.  It’s my turn to groan.
    I come back to reality as Hipster Beard slaps my cheek with his wet cock.  I turn slightly and begin to suck him.  Hearing this, the young man begins to work even harder on me.  Hipster Beard is moaning as my tongue investigates his dripping piss slit.
    I tug on the young man’s head.  He knows just what I want.  He comes up to lick the balls that dangle out of Hipster Beard’s fly.  Moving as one, we suck and lap on this guy.  We shift so I go to the balls and the young man’s Hoover of a mouth engulfs the seven incher.  I keep thinking one of us is going to get a load of cum any time now—but Hipster Beard seems to have great control.
    “I want to get fucked.”  The young man pulls off the cock in his mouth and stands up.
    “Do you want to open him up?” I ask HB.
    He shakes his head.
    “I don’t think I can take daddy first.  Unless I sit on him.”
    “Do it,” says HB, stroking his cock.
    I grease up.  The young man straddles me and lowers his ass onto my cock.  He works me in slowly, making his own cock ooze as he does it.  He is damn tight.  I wish I had more control.  He slowly bottoms out and holds it there for a long time, panting.  Once he’s ready, he begins to bounce.  It feels terrific.  Hipster Beard moves around to watch from behind.
    “Take all that fat cock, whore.  Fuck yourself on him.”
    I silently wonder if these two know each other, but I don’t ask.  I just sit there and let him keep impaling himself on my engorged cock.  Soon enough, the leg strain from the bounce is too much.  He reluctantly pulls off me and stands to the side.
    I get up.  “Kneel on the chair,” I direct.  He does.  I eat his fucked hole as Hipster Beard’s cock goes back in his mouth.  I rear up and fuck him.  I’m in control of his tight hole now.  He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. 
    I look at Hipster Beard.  He has his eyes closed.  I know he’s close.  I speed up my stroke.  And suddenly I am there.  I shoot.  Hipster Beard groans at the same time.  I don’t know who shot first—but the young man has both of his holes filled with cum…
     
    The original appeared here, with more than 1000 other entries:  From My Side of the Sling: "Unless I Sit on Him" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 11, 2023
  16. FelchingPisser

    Piss Party Trio

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    Chicago—July, 2023
    I had loved my play with the man I christened Tall Guy With Tats at the IML piss party.  As July rolled around, TGWT sent me a text.  We had both missed the June event as it had been shifted from the usual second Saturday of the month.  He now wanted more—Did I? 
    I sure did. 
    We both agreed we’d be at the July group.   I got into the city in good time and even managed to find free parking.  I began to tank up on water as I sat in my car.  Just before 5pm, I went into the bar.  I stripped to the jock I am destroying for my Canadian Friend and the boots I save for piss events.  As I checked my bag, I noted that the sling was up again—but had moved from the front into the back corner where I was used to seeing it.  I bantered a little with the cute coat check otter before I went to refill my water bottle from the huge cooler on the bar…
     
    I keep tanking up, watching the piss porn on the back wall and chatting with men I know or ones I recognize from May.
    “There you are,” says a voice behind me.
    I turn.  It’s Tall Guy With Tats, looking as hot as ever.  He is ten to fifteen years younger than I, and at least an inch taller.  We chat for a moment, but are soon behind one of the screens with him on his knees and my hard cock in his mouth.  A man watches him suck—and thoughtfully pisses on my cock as TGWT continues to take my now wetter cock deep into his throat.  For all my hydrating, I don’t have any of my own piss for him.  Yet.
    We separate and play with others.  A series of men go to their knees.  Most are hoping for piss along with the cocksucking.  Even when my bladder finally fills, I save it for TGWT.  I find him—but he is busy with an incredibly handsome ginger.  I watch him suck the guy until the man next to me, a hot Latino, goes to his knees and begins to do the same to me.  Soon, I have my guy up on the bench and am rimming his ass.  I stand and use the piss I was saving to coat his ass crack.  He groans out his pleasure and I go back to my knees and lick it all up.
    “Fuck me.”
    His hole has opened dramatically from my tongue and his desire to get fucked.  I stand up and sink into him.  I look over and TGWT has turned the ginger around and is rimming his hot ass.  I make a note that I need to be there during the next three hours.  I fuck the Latino.  He begs for some piss up his ass.  I give him a quick squirt and keep on fucking.
    We finally take our fuck to the sling.  As the Latino groans loudly, men surround us.  I urge them to piss on us.  One man, with a long stream, does just that—sending it onto the Latino’s chest and uncut cock.  It drips down onto my dick—making it harder—as I continue to fuck.
    “I want to be next,” whispers TGWT in my ear.  He and the ginger have joined the group around us.  I keep fucking for a bit—and then take a break.  TGWT introduces me to the ginger.  He is ripped, without going overboard and has a bubble butt of an ass that I can’t stop looking at.  We have a quick session of each of us taking turns on our knees, sucking the other two.  Finally, TGWT gets in the wet sling.  I spend a long time rimming his hole.  Ginger Built moves closer.  He sprays down TGWT’s jock.  The pale stream comes cascading down the ass crack and right onto my tongue.  I push some in and swallow the rest.
    “Now fuck him,” says Ginger Built as his stream peters out.  “Fuck him hard.”
    I stand up.  I slap my cock on the sopping wet jock pouch.  I push it into TGWT.  He groans and I begin the fuck.   Another man tries to piss on us, but he can’t quite get it on either me or TGWT.  It’s still hot to be occasionally splashed.
    I fuck.  I pull out and eat his very wet hole.  The man who wears his suit to this event is back.  He joins the group and pushes his way to the front row, by the side of the sling.  He bends down and whispers something to the man in the sling.
    “He wants to fill my ass with piss,” TGWT announces.  I grin and give way.  Mr. Suit, his hard cock hanging out of the fly, sticks it in the hole I have left gaping.  He doesn’t move.  I watch his face go from concentration to surprise to pleasure as he unleashes everything in his bladder.  TGWT is groaning and hitting his poppers.  It feels like forever until Mr. Suit steps back and pulls his cock out of TGWT.  He shakes it, to get that final drop onto the lucky bottom.  He grins at me and gives way.  I go to my knees and rim the hole.  I expect TGWT to push some of that piss into my mouth.  He doesn’t.  I stand up and go back in.  His ass is so hot now from another man’s piss.  I fuck, listening to the slosh with every stroke.  Ginger Built moves closer.  He aims a piss stream on my dick.  I can’t help but fuck even more piss into the gaping hole…
    *
    I am behind the screens.  A young Black otter in a baseball cap is attracting a lot of attention.  He is kneeling on the wet floor.  I watch him suck all the dicks of the men surrounding him.  One man moves away.  I step in.  The Ballcap Otter leaves the dick he’s working on and slobbers down mine.  He takes me to the root, easily.  My cock is covered other men’s piss and two men’s ass juices.  Ballcap Otter savors it—and then spits a huge quantity of deep throat spittle onto my balls—and licks that up, all the while making the sexiest grunts and groans.
    He stands up, giving his knees a break.  “Fuck me?” he asks.
    He bends on the ledge, offering me his hot looking, beautifully sculpted butt.  I kneel and dig in.  There are tight black curls everywhere—on his ass cheeks, his chest and his legs.  I stand up, leaving him wet and open.  I enter and fuck.  He groans and strokes his sizable cock.
    We fuck until he begs me to stop.  “I don’t want to shoot yet.”
    I pull out.  He spins around and cleans my cock of every drop of ass jizz.  I give him a piss chaser, straight down his throat, by way of thanks…
    *
    We are only 30 minutes from end time. 
    I have fucked TGWT one more time in the sling, with Ginger Built hosing us down. 
    We have become a trio, moving around from place to place together.  I tell him, now that we are seated on the ledge, I have to finallh taste his ass.  He looks at me and stands up.  He leans on TGWT for support and arches his delicious looking cheeks towards me.  I kneel and begin to rim.  After a bit I piss his crack and dig in for more.  Ginger Built pulls away, not because he’s done, but to kiss me.  TGWT joins our kiss and our tongues are in and out of each other’s mouths, trading piss and spit.
    “You should let him fuck you,” TGWT tells GB.
    I watch him consider it.  From previous mentions, it has sounded like his ass may be reserved for his boyfriend.  A moment.  Then:
    “Lots of lube, please.”  He bends, again holding on to TGWT.  I eat him out one more time.  I can barely get his tight pucker to relax.  I lube my cock as I tongue him.  I stand.   The head pops into him.  I wait.  I push.  Just a little.  He groans.  I think I’m there.  I push in the next inch.  “Out!  Please.  You’re way too big.”
    I pull out.
    “You should shoot in me,” says TGWT.  And I want to.  He bends, holding onto the ledge we’ve been sitting on.  I eat his used hole and fuck.  Ginger Built stands and showers us with piss one more time.  I’m there—and have a noisy orgasm deep inside Tall Guy With Tats.  When I pull out, Ginger Built cleans my cock and shares it with TGWT.
    TGWT gives us a last hug and goes to dry off and get dressed.
    Ginger Built and I are standing face to face.  “I really wanted it,” he whispers.  I reach around and finger his ass.  His hard cock, pressed against me, oozes.  I finger his hole. 
    “Yes,” he moans.  I pull out for a second to lube my fingers.  He turns so I have easier access.  One finger, now two, go into him.  I whisper into his ear.  How good he tasted.  How tight he felt on my cock. 
    This makes him grind back onto my hand.  I add a third finger.  He is beating his meat like crazy.
    “I think,” I continue into his ear, “you wanted my cum up you.”
    “Yes…” he grunts out. 
    “Does your boyfriend like to fuck in anonymous jizz deep inside you?”
    “FUCK!”
    That has done it.  Ginger Built coats the floor with his cum. 
    I pull out of him carefully.  I go back to holding him as his breathing calms.  Only then do I get to clean up the stray cum left on his cock.  Delicious…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Piss Party Trio (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   August 9 2023
  17. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—July, 2023

    The very next day I was at it again.  Keshawn wanted to meet before I started my work gig.  I had agreed, long before I scheduled the previous two sessions.  He volunteered to drive up to me.  He was eager.  Our session was scheduled for 2pm.  I kept getting progress reports.  He must have flown up I-69, for he was at my house 20 minutes early. 
    Earlier in the day, I had briefly wondered if I had any sperm left in my balls.  The hug I got as he came in set that worry to rest.  He cleaned up as I put fresh towels in the sling and under the fuck bench.  When he was done, down the stairs we went…
     
    Keshawn kneels, naked, in front of the fuck bench.  My cock swells in the jock, just looking at him.  He mouths the fabric for a minute, but is impatient to get to the meat.  He pulls the pouch aside and takes me down his throat.  His tongue works over time as I come back up—only to be swallowed again and again.
    His cock is raging from giving me head.  “I take pictures of your ass all the time.  I know that readers would love to see your dick again.”  I snap the two pictures.
    PIC
    PIC
    He scrambles up on the bench.  I kneel.  I can’t wait to bury my face in his ass.  I pull the cheeks apart and my tongue finds his wet-from-the-shower pucker.  He groans and the poppers open.  I begin rimming him in earnest.  We have no time limit, but we are both just hot for each other.  I want inside him—Now.  I spit and poke it into his hole.  Again and again.  I lube up with the coconut oil as I lick his hole and occasionally, his whole crack. 
    I stand up.  My engorged head pushes against him.  His hole opens and takes me--almost half my cock on the first thrust.  I bottom out inside him with the next stroke.  More poppers for him—and I begin a slow fuck.  Keshawn groans and pushes back—meeting each thrust of my cock. 
    I abruptly pull out and take my wet dick to his mouth.  He turns and hungrily takes me in—reveling in the taste of his ass on my cock.  I go back.  I fuck him again.  Harder.  And once again have him clean my dick. 
    When I go back this time, I need to taste his freshly fucked ass.  I love his juices every bit as much as he does.  I spend a long time there, tonguing him as deeply as I know how, before I stand up and fuck him one more time.
    We move to the sling.  He poppers up and I sink into him, camera in hand.
    PIC
    He feels wonderful.  And different on his back than on all fours.  I watch, fascinated, as my cock plunges in and out of his hot butt.  Keshawn has his eyes on the mirror above him.  He is watching me fuck, too.  And beating that oversized, uncut beauty.   I bend down and get some of his precum in my mouth.  I pull out, kneel, and spit it into his hole.  I force it deep with my tongue—and then my cock.  I fuck a little more, but then I want nothing more than to eat his hole again.
    I rim him.  Long and deep.  I hear him stroking above me.  And moaning out the pleasure he feels.  I spread his ass cheeks with my hands.  I can’t get deep enough into him.  He really groans now.  My cock is rock hard from the effort.  I stand up and slide in once again.
    I fuck.  I am fucking too fast.  I will myself to slow down.  I take a deep breath and begin a more sustainable stroke.    I go from my entire length to just half my dick for a series of thrusts, surprising him when I finally use my full length again.  I build once more to a chain rattling fuck.
    I kneel and taste his ass one more time. 
    I use the black butt plug on him—to give him something even girthier in his hole.  More poppers from him—as I slip it in and pound on the base of the toy.  Soon I go back to my cock.  I have calmed down now.  It’s a lazy fuck—a slow in and out.  I all put pull out of him on every stroke.
    I slowly build in tempo.  Keshawn is jerking like crazy.  I am sure he will be shooting soon.  I stop, eat his hole some more and stand up and slide in.  I fuck him hard.
    “Agh!...”
    I look down.  Keshawn is covering his abs and his chest with a large load.  I scoop some jizz up and coat my cock with it.
    “Can I keep fucking?”
    He nods—though I know that that willingness will wear off soon.
    I fuck him—hard and fast.  Amazingly, I shoot.  One volley of semen into him.  I groan—and pull out.  I sink to my knees and bury my face in his hole, tasting the mix of loads inside his butt.  That does it.  I stand up and just make it back into him before my balls empty, deep into that perfect ass…
     
    The original is here, with pics he encouraged me to take:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Makes Me Shoot Once Again...and Again... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 2, 2023
  18. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—July, 2023
    I had a lot of sex in early July.  It reminded me of what I was like a couple of decades ago.  The very next day, after my breeding the young man in his apartment, I got a text from the bearded guy who had gotten me off in the bookstore.  We had exchanged numbers as we left that day.  (If you want a refresher, he appears in “Do You Think I Can Take It?”)
    Kieran was eager.  He loved oral sex, but he really wanted to feel me go up his ass after he had sat next to me, jerking to the anal sex I’d had with another man right in front of him.  He was married, I knew, and had very specific days he could meet.  He came to the playroom right after lunch, so he could have as much time as possible with me…
     
    I am already in boots and jock, covered by my robe, as I answer the door.  We go right downstairs.  Kieran is impressed with the playroom.  “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he says as he starts to strip.  I toss my robe on the door knob and sit on the bed.  “Damn, there are mirrors everywhere,” he continues as he removes his boxers.  His cock is hard and ready.  Kieran is likely 5 to 10 years younger than myself.  He is built thick and stocky.  The hair on his head is cropped short, but his beard is luxurious and long. 
    He comes over to the bed.  I spread my legs, giving him room to lie between them.  (I remember him telling me at the bookstore his knees are bad.)  His mouth envelops my cock.  He takes me to the root, almost immediately.  His beard brushes my balls.  It’s almost like having two men on me at the same time.  My cock begins drooling out precum.  Kieran noisily laps it up, savoring the taste.
    “Lick my balls.” 
    He grunts an affirmative—but stays on my cock for a few more moments.  Then that constantly moving tongue snakes it’s way down my shaft and begins to wet each hairy orb.  He licks them.  He carefully takes one a time into his mouth.  This makes me moan.  And this causes his tongue to work even harder.  I really want to lick his ass—and I tell him so.
    “Where do you want me?”
    “I think the bench will be easiest,” I suggest.  He has never been on a fuck bench.  It takes a moment for me to help him get his legs in the right position to get his ass lower.  He relaxes the moment I’m done.  The position suddenly feels right—and his ass is at it’s most vulnerable.  I kneel and dig in.  This is new for us.  My tongue and the idea that he is on a piece of furniture that is designed for sex is making him really excited.  His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down to the mat and towel under the bench.  A steady stream of precum is dripping from it.  I catch some with my fingers and smear it on his hole—only to lick it up.
    Kieran moans.  “You are making me feel so good.  Like I’m in some damn porn flick.”
    I grin—but he can’t possibly tell as my face is still plastered in his ass crack.  It is not a virgin hole—but certainly not one that gets a lot of use.  I work diligently to get it relaxed and slightly open.  Finally, I stand up.
    “Give me your cock.”
    The head pops in.  I stop.  He pants.  I could wish he was a poppers guy—they would be useful right now.  I pull out, lick his some more and go back in.  I now have half my dick in him.  I pause again.  He pants.  I inch in a little more.  And a little more.  I pull out again, re-lube and push into him.  He has all of me now, but for the last inch.  I begin a slow fuck, and Kieran begins to groan.  Loudly.
    “Sorry, can anybody hear me?”
    I assure him the woman in the other half of my duplex is slightly deaf and never goes into her basement.  His moans fill the room as I fuck him for the first time.  I plow in and out for a good five minutes, but never get that last inch into him.
    I pull out and bring him my cock to suck.  He has that moment of hesitation, but the latent pig in him wins. He tastes me tentatively.  And then ravenously.  “I taste really good,” he says in wonder, after I pull out of his mouth.
    “You do.  Why do you think I spend so much time down there?”
    I move back to his ass.
    “Would you take a picture of your cock in me?”
    I grab the camera.  I snap one for him.  And my readers.
    I fuck again.
    He cleans me up.
    And I suggest we should get him off his knees, though he tells me the padded bench caused no pain at all.
    We move to the sling.  This is new, too.  I have the sling high, so he has to jump slightly to get onto it.  We manage and he relaxes.  Totally.  I rim his now open hole.  I stand up—and sink every inch of my engorged dick into him.  He groans as I tell him he finally has all of me.  His eyes go back and forth from being tightly closed—and concentrating on my cock reaming into him—to wide open and watching it split him in two in the mirror above him.
    I take a rest break and use the smallest butt plug on his now open hole.  He relaxes even more.  When I go back to me—I can finally fuck him hard and fast—with him begging for it.
    We break on the bed.  “I want to taste my ass on your cock again.”  He greedily devours me.  I love the expression on his face as he does something he never thought of doing before—and getting so much pleasure out of it.
    To change things up, I suck his still hard cock for a moment.  But he is too excited for me to do much—and doesn’t want to cum.  Yet.
    We go back to the sling.  “I want to see your face when I shoot in you,” I tell him.  He agrees.
    I rim him for a bit.  This gets me very close.  I can hear him jerking his cock.  I stand up and slide in.
    “I want you to breed me,” he pants.  “Not many men have…”
    I increase the tempo of my thrusts. 
    “Do it,” he groans, egging me on.
    “Take it,” I grunt out.  “Take my load…”
    And it’s there, firing deep inside of him.  His hand stops for a second to concentrate on me and his ass.  But then he is jerking again—desperate to get off with me still inside him.  As if I was going anywhere until he shoots all over himself…
     
    The original, with a pic, is here:   From My Side of the Sling: "Like I'm In Some Damn Porn Flick..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 1, 2023
  19. FelchingPisser

    "You Want Me in You? Raw?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    West Michigan—July, 2023
     
    It was the 4th of July.  I still had almost two weeks before I began a rather short work contract.  I wanted my balls to be as empty as possible, so I could concentrate on the project at hand.  I did my morning check of the few hook-up sites I still use occasionally.  On the most vanilla site was a picture of a beautiful young ass.  I clicked the profile.  He was fairly local—and not in some Balkan country looking for a ‘pen pal.’ 
    And he was online at the moment.  We chatted.  He loved the sound of the playroom but he had to be on call today for his job—meaning he had to stay at home.  Would I consider coming to him?  He thought that if we met later in the day, there would be little chance he would be needed at work.
    Now, it has been ages since I went to an unknown man’s house for sex.  Men want the playroom or I visit long time fuck buds or I want to meet them at a venue where sex happens.  But for whatever reason I agreed.  Later that day, I checked in with him--about an hour before I was due there.  He replied his work phone had been silent.  He gave me the address and I left home.
    It felt very odd.  I had a flash back to 20 years ago, when I did this regularly.  I never really liked not knowing where I was going—or exactly what I would find when I got there.  I found his street easily.  But there was no house number that matched.  Then I realized it was an apartment complex, set way back from the road.  There were many buildings, each with its own number—and I finally found his.  I looked at his text, he had not sent an apartment number.  I went up the steps to see if his first name, for of course I didn’t know a surname, was on a mailbox.  The lobby door was locked.
    I sent him a text, telling him where I was.  He answered he’d be right there.  Then I got a “where are you?” text.  He had gone to another entrance.  I said I’d stay where I was—and he found me a few minutes later.
    Jaylen likely goes to the local university or is just out of it.   He is white and just under six feet tall, which helps him carry some extra pounds.  His hair is long.  Really long.  He seems to like the idea of giving his ass to a daddy.  His face lights up when he sees me.
    It has been even longer since I have been in someone’s first apartment.  It is furnished with just what you can afford at that age.  I can’t tell if there is a roommate, but I think so, as there seems to be another bed room—and too many towels for one person in the bathroom.  His bed is ready for play, the spread turned down and lots of extra pillows for potential support…
     
    “Do you like getting head,” he asks, his eyes not on me but on the bed.
    “Sure.”  I start to strip.
    So does he.
    Once naked, he asks me to sit on the bed.  He tosses a pillow to the floor and kneels on it.  After the drive and the confusion of where to go, my cock is still soft.  His tongue soon makes me forget all that, and I’m soon ready to go.
    “Let me eat your ass.  That will make me really hard…”
    He clambers up and gets on all fours.  I pull apart his ample ass cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole.  He groans—and my cock begins to drool.  I lick and spit.  Jaylen is tight. 
    Finally, I pull back from his now wet hole and say “You want me in you?  Raw?”  I want the words spoken.
    “Yes,” he groans.  “I’m on PrEP.”
    “Good boy.”  I lick his slightly open hole.  “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
    Jaylen rolls away from me.  “I have a request…”
    “Sure…”
    “Can I sit on you?  I think I need to.  To open myself.   It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked.”
    I lie down.  Jaylen lubes my dick with a thick lubricant.  Facing me, he positions his legs by my hips and slowly sinks down on the head of my cock.  He takes it—and stops.  He pulls off me and does it again.  I think a little more goes in—I can’t quite tell.  And again.  This time he has half of me in his super tight hole.  He doesn’t pull off, he just waits for a moment, before taking all my inches.  He grinds himself down on my pubes.
    Jaylen is panting.  “Feels so good…” he murmurs.  He squeezes his ass around my cock.  Damn, this guy is tight.  He begins a slow up and down movement.  I love the look on his face:  his eyes closed in concentration and look of bliss each time he takes the full length.
    He increases the speed of his bounce.  I begin thrusting up to meet him.  He groans and I tell him I like how me takes my dick.  Finally, his legs tire.  He pulls off me and rolls onto the bed.
    “On your knees; ass by the edge of the bed.”
    Me moves into place, a pillow under him.  I surprise him by tasting his ass again.  “Nobody does that…” he murmurs.  I am ready to really plow him.  I stand up and slide in.  I pump, slow and steady at first, building fast.  I see his hand going to his own cock.  He jerks as I fuck.  I feel his ass tighten down again.  This time I think it’s involuntary.  I think he’s going to shoot.
    “Stop!  Please…”
    I do.
    “If I cum I’ll have to stop.”
    “Do you want to shoot?”
    “I…I don’t know if my ass can take much more.”
    I am not surprised.  But he has taken a good ass stretching.
    He flips over onto his back.  The pillow is now under his ass to get him to the right height with my long legs.  His cock is now very hard and an angry red.  I am not very close to shooting.  I eat his well fucked hole once more.  That helps.  I slip inside him.  He locks eyes with me and begins to stroke.  In moments I see his dick swell.  His ass tightens down.
    And, surprise, that tightness does it for me.  I shoot into his butt with a vocal roar.  He splatters his chest with his own load, as I marinate in all my cum…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Want Me in You? Raw?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 30, 2023
  20. FelchingPisser

    Cock and Fist in D & J

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    West Michigan—July, 2023
    When we met in November last year, Derrick and Jacob and I all agreed we needed to get back to a schedule of seeing each other more often.  Pre-pandemic, we were seeing each other almost once a month.  But changes in their health, lots of travel and my odd schedule prevented it from happening.  I was really pleased when we set up a time at the top of July when everyone was available and eager.
    We sat in the living room of their beautiful house, sipping tea and catching up.  Soon enough, we moved to the study.  A collage of hot men doing dirty things to each other was playing on the television.  “I put in more ass shots,” Derrick stated “when I remembered who was coming.”
    The jock I am grunging up for a reader was now at a point where it was too strong for Jacob to enjoy—so today I was naked but for combat boots.  I sat on the couch.  Jacob disappeared.  Derrick sat next to me…
     
    We watch the pictures change on the screen.  Both of us stiffen up.  Just as I decide I should go down on him, he leans over and takes my cock in his mouth.  He grunts out a sound of satisfaction.  He works his tongue all over the head of my dick.  I turn slightly, so that he will be at a better angle to go deeper.  He takes the hint and swallows me to the root.  Over and over.
    Jacob appears.  He’s gone from clothed to wearing a singlet made from some sort of stretchy fabric.  He stands in front of us and adds a hood which covers all his head but for his mouth.  He carefully kneels, and finds Derrick’s hard cock, while Derrick continues on my dripping dick.
    Soon, Derrick sits up and guides Jacob’s mouth over to my cock.  He is hungry.  He has never been able to consistently deep throat me like Derrick, but today he is really trying to make that happen.  The sound of his occasional choking on my cock fills the tiny room.
    Jacob is on all fours as he gives us head.  The fabric of the singlet clings to every curve of his hot ass.  I move his mouth back to Derrick and get up.  I kneel behind Jacob.  I am thinking I’d find a zipper to let me into him, but it’s all one piece.  I content myself with worming a wet finger into the leg opening and, with my other hand, stroking his crack through the fabric.
    “Let’s get this off you; he wants your ass.” 
    Derrick helps him get the garment off his shoulders.  I pull it, so it piles at his knees.  I guide his still hooded head back to Derrick’s cock.  Then I bend and begin licking his hairy ass.  Jacob moans around the cock in his mouth.  He begins working harder on Derrick’s dick as I move to tongue drilling into his hole.  I lube myself up with my free hand.  I am so ready to sink into his hot hairy butt after all this time.  My cockhead teases his now slightly open hole.  He pushes back—and my drooling dick goes inside him.
    “Damn, I forget how big…” he groans, as he pulls off Derrick for a moment, panting.
    I slide all the way in.  I give him a moment to adjust.  I know he’s ready when he starts deep throating Derrick.  I begin a slow, long stroke letting him feel every inch.  Soon, I just can’t help myself.  I begin stronger and harder fuck strokes.  Jacob takes it.  Wanting it.  Loving how he feels trapped between the two cocks filling his holes.
    I stop and pull out.  I bury my face in his freshly fucked hole.  This makes my cock even harder.  I enter him again.  I fuck, willing myself to go slow.  I listen to the wet sound of the fuck, the slobbering sound of Jacob on Derrick’s dick and the groans and murmurings the three of us are making.  It’s a hot sex symphony of sounds—and only feeds our desire for each other.
    “Let’s go to the sling,” Derrick suggests.
    We troop downstairs to their playroom, filled with more toys and gear than I can count.
    Derrick adjusts the sling to my height—and then gets into it.  Derrick relaxes as I eat his ass.  Jacob stands to the side, his armpit covering Derrick’s nose and mouth.  I hear him licking Jacob out as I do the same to his asshole.  Soon enough, I stand up and enter him for the first time today.  He takes me with ease—and Jacob urges me to fuck him harder.  I do. 
    I pause to eat his ass again.  I fuck him again as I lube my left hand.  I add a finger alongside my cock.  I keep fucking.  Now it’s two fingers and my dick.  I pull out and add a third finger.  Soon my whole fist glides into him.  Derrick groans—he hasn’t had one for quite some time. He tells me it feels great. 
    I go back to my cock.
    Then my fist.
    Then my cock and several fingers.
    “You should do that to Jacob.”
    The guys switch.  Derrick sits at my right and watches every move I make.  I eat Jacob’s hole again.  I love how hairy his ass crack is—a delightful contrast to his partner’s.  I spit and lick and get his hole relaxed.
    I fuck him.  Hard. 
    I begin adding fingers.  Soon it is my cock and four of them.  I pull my dick out and regrease my left hand.  This time just the fist enters him.  He gasps and then groans as I move it just slightly.  I fist him slowly with just my left hand for quite some time.  All the way out.  All the way in with a slight twisting motion. 
    This time, once my hand is inside, I slide my cockhead down my wrist and add it inside his ass.  Deep inside, my fingers part and I can fuck him between my index and third finger.  Derrick finds the poppers and soon Jacob is moaning for more.  I do it all again with my slightly larger right hand.  I add my cock with it once the fist is in place.  The mind fuck of it all is maybe even more powerful than the act itself.  Both deep inside the stretched, wet hole…
    I step back.  I gesture to Derrick to take over and he fists the hole he knows so well.  His much bigger hands are inside Jacob quickly.  I love to watch partners have sex.  I stroke my cock with one hand and run the other over Jacob’s furry chest.
    “Let’s change,” pants Jacob.
    Derrick gets in the sling once more.  I’m up first.  I eat his used hole.  I fuck him.  I fist him.  He cautions me not to go for a double as we used to do.  I hadn’t thought I would—as I could tell his hole has not been used as much as in the past.
    I give Jacob a turn and go to work Derrick’s nipples.  Jacob is totally turned on by showing off his fisting technique.  He worms his smaller left hand deep into Derrick.  He jerks himself with his right.  Suddenly, he moans and shoots a big load all over his partner’s balls and his own wrist, sticking out of Derrick’s ass.
    He pulls out.  I do some clean up with my tongue and fist the rest of the cum deep into Derrick…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Cock and Fist in D & J (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 28, 2023
  21. FelchingPisser

    Five Men

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—June, 2023
     
    On the last day of June, I went to the bookstore nearest my home.  I wasn’t expecting much more than some head as I watched porn. 
    You just never know…
     
    I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat, stroking.  There are plenty of men here.  But they just seem to be walking back and forth between the two theatres, never settling in one or the other to do anything. 
    The door opens and a thinnish white guy, likely in his late 40’s, enters.  He stands next to me.  His Hawaiian shirt is loud, but he has quite a mound in his Bermuda shorts.  In moments, he has unzipped and is stroking to the video right along with me.  His dick is short, but fat.  He offers it to me to suck with no comment.  He is in my mouth for about ten seconds before he is reaching for my wet cock.  He hefts it, feeling just how meaty it is.  In a flash, he is on his knees and giving me pretty good head.
    The door opens.  I expect the guy on his knees to jump up.  He doesn’t, he continues to suck.  A rather large white guy, closer to my age, comes in.  He stands next to me, watching the guy on his knees intently.
    My sucker must feel his gaze, for he stops and looks up at him.  “You need to try this dick,” he tells him.  The two change places.  I am happy, as the bigger guy is actually the better sucker—and as soon as Hawaiian Shirt stands up, he sticks his cock back into my mouth. 
    We go on like this for quite some time, but then my new sucker stops and looks up at me.  “I want you to fuck me.”  
    “Sure.”
    He moves out of the way so I can stand up.  He drops his pants and leans against the back wall, arching his ass out.  I rim him briefly, pulling the large ass cheeks apart.  He groans.  “Fuck me, man.” 
    I stand up.  Hawaiian Shirt watches me closely as I insert my dick in this other guy’s ass. “Fuck him good,” he whispers in my ear.  I begin to pump this wet, and very warm hole.
    “Damn, you’re big,” the Big Guy mutters into the cement block wall.  I pick up the speed.  I can’t tell if he’s jerking his dick or not.  I slow…and then speed up again as Hawaiian Shirt tells me to “Fuck that ass.”
    Finally, Big Guy asks for a break.  He mutters something complimentary to me, as he bends to suck Hawaiian Shirt’s cock.  I go piss and wash up a little.
    When I return, Big Guy is in the cocksucker’s seat and is having his small cock sucked by Hawaiian Shirt.  I sit along the side wall, bemused.  Soon enough HS comes over to me.  He sucks me for quite some time and stands up with a determined look in his eye.  “I want to try your cock in my ass.”  Before I really have anytime to react, he spins around, drops his shorts (no underwear, in sight) and sits on me.  He has lubed his hole—for I actually go in, every inch of me.  He grabs the arms of my chair so he can bounce on my dick.  He is groaning and putting on a show that attracts Big Guy and another man who’s just walked in.  The two spectators go from watching us, to BG giving the new man head.
    The new guy is a regular.  I can’t place him until he unbuttons his shirt and I see the tattoo on the center of his chest.  Years ago, we would jack here together until he was ready to cum—and I would fuck it out of him.  He catches my eye as I watch BG service his impressively sized dick. 
    Hawaiian Shirt gets off my dick with a sigh.  “I want more of that,” he murmurs.  Tat On His Chest tells BG he’s done and walks down to me.  I stand up—I don’t need another man riding me.  TOHC bends in front of me.  I find his hole and he shoves himself back on me.  I don’t do any of the work, he repeatedly fucks himself onto my cock about five times.
    And he explodes.  Hands free.  All over the floor.  The other two men gasp and all but applaud.  TOHC pulls off me—and I really need to go clean up this time…
    *
    I am alone in the straight theatre.   The door opens and the Middle Eastern looking man, who took me to booth the last time we met, is back.  He wants my dick—but away from other eyes.  I try to tell him no one is here, but he convinces me to follow him to a booth.
    He strips.  I go to my knees and devour his hairy ass crack.  Both cheeks are covered in dark fur, but his ass crack is a jungle of it.  My tongue forces its way through it all to find his hole.  The moment I connect with it, he bends, giving me easier access.  I lick and spit and come up for air gasping.
    “Fuck me!”
    “Raw?”
    “No condom—fuck me!”
    I grease up my dick.  I work it slowly into him.  He is beating his curved dick as I do it.
    I bottom out and stay still.  His ass is not relaxing.  I begin the tiniest in and out stroke.  He groans—a good groan, low and throaty.
    I fuck a little faster.
    “Stop!”
    I do. 
    He bends forward and pulls off me.  Has he shot?  Maybe, I can’t tell.  I just know I want more of his ass—but he’s done.  He squirms around and sits down.  He shakes his head at me, so I leave.
    Hawaiian Shirt is happy to ride me once again.
    And once again after a break.  This time he gets off while doing it.
    I am alone on the straight side.  I consider going next door as I hear movement over there. 
    But the door opens.  A young Black man enters.  He is short and lithe.  His hairy is incredibly shiny and in long curls that bounce as he walks.  He watches me for a moment, then comes toward me. 
    He leans down to my ear.  “A friend told me about you.  That you always wear those old Army pants.  He told me you suck good and lick ass.  I want you to open my ass with your tongue…”
    My mind is working over-time.  I can’t believe my luck—and I can’t stop wondering who his friend might be.  He leads me to a booth.   He strips, I get my cock out.  He doesn’t do anything to my dick—it’s all about his ass—and that’s fine with me.  He’s slim, but he has a bubble butt.  He gets on all fours on the bench and lets me eat him out. 
    I dig into his tight sphincter.  He is fairly hairy, but after the Middle Eastern man, the amount of hair feels light.  He tastes terrific and my tongue can’t stay off (or out) of him.  A couple of times, I stand to stretch my legs, so I slap my rock-hard cock against his cheeks, but there is no mention of fucking.
    He stands up to stretch.  He turns.  His cock is extremely hard.  He is almost nine inches, with a slight curve.  But it is the thinnest cock I’ve seen in a long time.  He lets me deep throat him.  I can easily take his length to the root as he’s so much thinner—and I can still breathe.
    But soon it is back to his ass.  I deliberately have some of his precum on my tongue and I burrow it into him.  It helps me go a little deeper.  He moans.  And jerks.  Before he didn’t touch himself.  Now he can’t stop jerking his dick as my mouth explores his hot, wet ass.
    “You need to stop.  I don’t want to cum or my boyfriend will be mad.”
    What?  I’m not sure—but I stop.
    “I want to take a cock like yours deep inside me.  But I’m not ready.”
    And he’s right.  His hole, after all my work, is still super tight.  I suggest he look into a set of graduated butt plugs to help.
    “Do you need to get off, Daddy?”
    My cock is dripping and the head is an angry red.  I admit I was hoping to shoot with him, one way or another.
    “Jerk off on me.  Cum on my chest.”
    He kneels.  He is so short on his knees, that I tower above him.  I stroke.  My cock tells me this might just work.  He reaches out with the hand not stroking his own cock and touches my balls.  His finger goes behind them and traces the lines of my metal cock ring.
    I am actually close.  I close my eyes and concentrate on what I’ve done with his ass…and I’m there.  I fire off five or six jets of cum onto his chest.  They hang there—entwined in the tight curls of his chest hair.
    I offer him a napkin to clean up.  He wants to wear it home to show the boyfriend that we met.  (So, I’ve played with his BF?!?)  He starts to get dressed as I open the door to the booth, giving one last look to the hot, hot as disappearing into his designer underwear…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Five Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 23, 2023
  22. FelchingPisser

    Hot, Then Not

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bad Sex
    Jackson—June, 2023
     
    Sex is not always perfect.  I report when it goes bad, too.
     
    It was the Wednesday at the end of the month.  The middle of the week had, in the past, proved a fun day at the bookstore—the one that had gone through a recent renovation to its playspace.  There always seemed to be lots of men around the various viewing stations, secluded cubicles or glory hole booths.  If I was lucky, I’d find a guy to show off his ass on the medical exam table.
    As I arrived, just before noon, the parking lot showed a promising number of vehicles…
     
    I go into the darkened area.  There are quite a few men standing around.  And not one of them is doing anything.  But that’s fine—I can usually fix that.  I sit on the couch in front of two different screens showing two different genres of porn.  I pull out my cock.  I see Dirk Caber’s ass being fucked on the big screen.  I think back to when I got to fuck him at my first Fornication event in Chicago.  I am instantly hard and dripping—knowing just how that ass up on the big screen television feels on my cock.  And how it tastes!
    In moments, a man appears at my side.  He is my age, with rather long dark blond hair.  The guy is medium height and he’s maintained his body well over the decades.  He only has eyes for my wet cock.
    “Sir, may I suck it?”
    I nod.  I like his attitude.
    He kneels and gives me a very good blow job.  Other men gather to watch the live sex.  My sucker pulls off me with a satisfied sigh.  He nods to me and leaves.  An older man, who watched the whole thing from just behind me, is right there.
    “My turn?”  he asks.
    I nod.  He kneels a little more slowly.  A bald man, in a neighboring chair, leans forward and watches intently.  This new cocksucker is just as adept.   And he remembers my balls.  I help him up, when he realizes I won’t be shooting anytime soon.  He makes a beeline to the bald guy.  “You have to suck that dick,” he whispers, but loud enough for me to hear it.
    The bald guy seems unsure.  His partner insists. 
    I watch the movie.  Dirk is now on his back, taking a different cock.
    The bald guy arrives.  “My partner says I should try sucking you.”
    “Please.”  (I love men who want to share with their partners!)
    He gets on his knees.  He is perhaps not as proficient as the first two men, but he is still good.  Each time he takes me to the root, the bulge in his shorts gets bigger.  He stops when his knees tell him to—and rushes off to find his partner to compare notes.
    The blond guy is back.  “Would you fuck my face this time?’
    “Sure.”
    We move behind the couch.  He kneels, with a wall from one of the glory hole rooms behind him.  I start easy, a slow stroke and only two thirds of my cock. 
    “Give it to me,” he mumbles with his mouth full. 
    I do.  Harder and harder.  He grunts his approval each time I speed up or go deeper.  He chokes.  And he reacts as if I’ve given him the best gift possible. 
    We take a mini-break, and we do it again.  Hard and fast.  This time his head hits the wall on the last two strokes.  His face glows—and again—he thanks me.
    We take a break.  In ten minutes or so, I do it all again with him.  He chokes.  I pull those long strands of deep throat spittle out of him.  I wrap them around my cock and make him take me again.  I look down.  His cock head is peeking out from the hem of his Bermuda shorts, angry and red and drooling.
    I fuck his face some more.  I would love to make him shoot from my repeated deep assault of his mouth. 
    I fuck and fuck.
    He gags.  And wants a break. 
    I go off and play with a fourth man…
    *
    “Will you fuck me?”
    It’s the face fuck guy. 
    “Sure.  Can be use the exam table?”
    “Naw, I hate guys watching me get fucked.”  He leads me into the middle cabana booth.
    “Everybody saw me fuck your mouth.  What’s the difference?”
    “It’s my ass.  I don’t want ‘em to see.”
    He strips and lies on the bench provided.  This makes him far too low for me to get into him.  I go to my knees.  The floor here is rough concrete.  I know my knees won’t take it.
    “Can we try you on all fours?”
    “So, you can fuck me like a dog?”
    Well, yes, actually.
    He gets up and bends over, standing and holding the back of the bench.  He’s the perfect height.  The moment I move behind him he kneels on the bench, lowering his ass a good few inches.  I lube up.  I go to my haunches to rim him.  Whoa.  There is no way I am putting my face there.
    “Open me with your fingers.  I hate rimming.”
    I tell him I can tell he’s not ready for a fuck.  I make myself sound apologetic.
    “Bull shit. I cleaned out.”
    “Well, things must have shifted…”
    “You just don’t want to fuck me.  Lose your hard on?”
    “I will if I fuck in a dirty ass.”  I feel like I want to plunge my finger in there and show him.  But I don’t.  I just stuff my now wilting erection into my pants.  I leave the cubicle.
    “Loser…” he mutters—but loud enough for me to hear it…
    Why do guys argue about their clean out?  Even the best cleaning can fail after time. 
    I mutter to myself as I go to the washroom and rinse the extra lube off my cock.
    I am in no mood to stay now.  I head home…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hot, Then Not (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   July 21, 2023
  23. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—June, 2023
     
    A Sunday afternoon at the bookstore towards the end of June…
     
    It’s a bright afternoon.  And hot.  I can’t wait to get out of my hot car and into the cool building. I lock up, pay my admission and go sit in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video room.  My sex life in the last few weeks has been mostly fucking, so I am certainly ready to suck some dick.  There is only one man in here.  He is way off to the side.  He is watching the sex on the screen quite avidly—but does not pay any attention to the fact that there is now someone else in the room.
    I stroke.  The video is fairly hot.  I like to see all three holes in play if I’m watching straight sex.  It’s happening here.  And sometimes with two men filling two at the same time.
    The door opens.  A man around my age comes in.  He’s a regular—and loves to suck me.  I let him have his way with my cock.  He’s good—but I have never even been close to orgasm with his mouth on me.  I think of him as a great warm-up sucker.
    And he proves me right.  He sucks my dick and licks my balls (when I remind him) until his knees give out.
    I stroke.  The other man in the room leaves, having shot discreetly into a piece of paper towel he produced from inside his underwear.
    A thickly built, white man enters.  He is my age, too.  He sports a long dark blond beard with closely cropped hair on top. He has a rather weathered face that makes me think he works outside.  He chooses to sit right next to me on my two-seater.  He kneads his jeans with a big hand.  His thick fingers squeeze his covered erection as the action on the screen heats up.
    A light skinned Black man enters.  I haven’t seen him in ages.  (He is not the man who, in recent posts, I talk having the same size/shape cock as mine, in just a darker hue.  It has been so long since I’ve seen this guy, he may not even have a blog entry.)  He is, perhaps, just turning 50 and is in great shape.  He pulls me up and gives me a hug.
    “It’s been forever…”
    I agree with him.
    “I finally got fucked by a guy with a thin cock…”
    I remember that when we first met, he wanted my cock but knew he couldn’t take me as he was an anal virgin.  He would rub my shaft up and down his ass crack, each time we happened to meet.
    “Do you think I can take it?”
    “One way to find out.  Get me good and wet.”
    He goes to his knees.  I had forgotten how good his mouth skills are.   He sucks and licks and leaves copious amounts of his spit all over my head and shaft.
    “Eat me out—like you used to…”  He drops his shorts around his ankles.
    I suddenly remember the old set up here, back when there were actual folding theatre seats in what became the gay cinema.  He would bend over down front, leaning on the seats and I would lick his hole and ass crack.  And then my cock would be sliding up and down between his furry cheeks.
    He bends and I begin lick his butt.  I have no idea, now, if it is looser than it was.  It still feels like a very tight pucker.  I lick and spit and lube my dick—for I am going to need way more than spit to get inside him.
    The man with the full beard opens his fly and strokes to the sex happening next to him. 
    “Lick me some more…Please.”
    I keep drilling with my tongue.  He is stroking his rather, short but thick dick.  Finally, I stand up.  For a minute or two I slide up and down his crack, like the old days.  But now my cock head targets his pucker.  I push.  It slowly seems to open. 
    He groans.  “Go slow.”
    I can’t go any slower—or I won’t be entering him at all.  I back up and try again.  It feels like half my cock head is in him.  He groans like I am full embedded in his ass.  I rock into him and back.  I am not going any deeper.  I re-lube.  This time, I get maybe another quarter inch into him.
    “I feel so full,” he groans beneath me. 
    And suddenly, it’s all over.  He spurts onto the floor under him.  He cleans up, proud that he ‘took’ me.  I don’t say anything.  He leaves—very happy.
    “That was hot,” says my seat mate.  His hand reaches out and strokes my cock. 
    I tell him how little got into the guy.
    The door opens.  The man who sucked me earlier returns.  This time he sucks the man with the beard, while I am slowly jacked by those hands with the thick fingers.   As usual, in about 7 minutes, the sucker’s knees tire.  He excuses himself.
    “I’ve wanted to do this for the last hour…”  The man with the beard leans over and takes me deep into his mouth.  His beard feels fabulous on my balls.  He has one of those tongues that never stops moving.  Usually, side by side sucks can be a rotten angle for my cock, but not with him.  He is making me feel very good.
    He groans with all my dick deep inside his throat.  He comes up for air and begins to deep throat me each time.
    I surprise myself with the words: “You want my load?”
    He grunts out an affirmative—and I give it to him.  Five big blasts and he swallows it all…
    I am panting.  He comes up for air.
    “Would you fuck me sometime?” he asks.
    “If you clean my dick up…”
    He smirks and licks me clean.
    Phone numbers are exchanged and I go home sated…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Think I Can Take It?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   July 19, 2023
  24. FelchingPisser

    Pissing and Rimming Brent

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—June, 2023
     
    I received an email in my felchingpisser account.  The sender said he’d met me at a Cum-Union quite some time ago.  He told me that I ate the three or four loads he’d taken out of his ass and fucked him with what little cum was still in his hole.  He’d been thinking about me a lot lately—and he wanted to meet.
    I have to say, the incident had all the hallmarks of me, but I couldn’t picture the man.  We quickly switched to text.  He sent me a face shot.  I remembered him immediately.  He is half my age, and a great pig.  He is slender, tall, with tufts of hair on his chest and a furry ass.  We had not played again.  Now he wanted to get wet with me in the playroom. 
    We sent a bunch of texts with ideas for play and our limits.  Sometimes I don’t like to answer the text ‘What are you going to do to me?’—the guy is just jerking to the words and doesn’t really want to do more.  I was sure that was not Brent.  We talked about scenarios that turned us on.  Everything we brought up, we both liked.
    I even agreed to meet with him a little earlier than I usually play.  He was so excited, he arrived earlier yet.  But I was ready for him…
     
    I open the door to the playroom.  I am wearing just boots and the jock I am grunging up for a reader.  There, on his knees, is this hot young man.  He is wearing the white jock I requested, so we can watch it change color.  He has tall athletic socks on and nothing else.  He is kneeling in front of the sling, his hands behind his back.  Eager.  And expectant.
    I mash the pouch of my pungent and stained jock into his face.  He groans and begins to lick it.  I will myself to piss—but I can’t quite get there, even as hydrated as I am.  Instead, my cock erects and he gives me some great head.  I grab his ears and face fuck him for a bit. 
    I can’t wait to eat his ass after so long.  I tell him to get up on the bench.  His hot hairy butt juts out at the perfect height for me to dive in.  My tongue pokes into his tight hole.  But it loosens instantly.  I spit and lick it up—again and again.
    “Take some poppers,” I tell him.  I’ve seen the bottle in his hand.
    He does.  I stand up and let them hit him, slapping my hard cock on his right cheek.  I poke at his much looser hole, but I don’t go in—I shower it with piss.  It sluices down his hairy crack and onto the towel under the bench.  It’s not a big gush of liquid, just enough to flavor his hole.  I go to my knees and lick it up.  He groans.  I hear him take another hit as I eat him out again.  When he gets the cap back on, I stand up and enter him for the first of countless times today.  His hole is hot and ready.  I sink all the way into him as he groans.  Brent pushes back, taking the last inch I was saving for later.
    Damn, he’s hungry.  I begin the fuck, long and slow.  I build fast.  Really slamming it into his receptive ass.  He groans and eggs me on, telling me how good I’m making him feel.  I slow down—and pull out.
    “Let me taste my ass.”
    I bring it to his face.  He licks and swallows me down, groaning at the juices on my cock.  It gets me even harder, so I pull out and fuck him again…
    *
    He’s in the sling.  I am eating Brent’s wet, and much looser hole.  I stand up.   My dick spurts piss all over his jock pouch.  I send a splash onto his chest—almost to his gaping mouth.  I dig his semi-hard out of the sopping wet pouch and wet it directly.  I bend and suck the piss off his cock.  He mops up his chest with his fingers and tastes me that way.
    We fuck.  Repeatedly.  Brent cleaning my cock after each round.
    “Daddy, I want to lick your hole like you promised.”
    We change places.  I lie on the damp sling.  Brent goes to his knees and eats my hole out.  I close my eyes and revel in the all the sensations.  I hear him stand.  A gallon of piss is squirting out of him.  It is a young man’s flow—long and forever and copious.  It covers my ass, my jock and up to my chest.  It’s my turn to mop some up and taste it.  Brent goes to his knees, rimming me madly, trying to catch every delicious drop as it clings to the hair of my ass…
    *
    We fuck some more with him in the sling.  As he cleans my dick, I strap the leather restraints on his wrists.  I buckle them on his ankles as well.  As he lays there, I flatten the bench to become a padded table.  I get him out of the sling and onto the table before I grab the hogtie clip.  I clip his arms and legs to the four sides, causing them to bunch his limbs together.  I push down on it and it rolls his ass up to a good angle to fuck him while he’s helpless. 
    I fuck him hard. 
    He cleans my dick and we do it again.
    *
    I’ve pulled out the rimseat.  “Do you want to sit on it or be under it?” I ask.
    “Under,” he says quickly, as he lays down on the mat.  I sit and let him go to work.  I use his poppers and relax and his active tongue licks every inch of my crack and hole.
    I stand when my legs need to stretch, but he begs me to sit down again.  I do, taking another hit.
    Eventually, we reverse.  I have him lean into the sling and shoot some piss on his hairy butt hole before he sits on my face.  I love how it keeps dripping—as I can’t possibly lick it up fast enough…
    *
    “I want you to breed me,” he says as he helps me up from the mat.
    We have been playing for a very long time—and I am more than ready, after rimming him so deeply.
    We both are very damp—all over.  And it feels great on this hot day.  I choose the sling.  “I want to see your face as I load you.” 
    He gets in.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I can’t get enough.  I pull the cheeks apart and go as deep as on the rim seat.  I hear him do poppers.  I lube up as I eat. 
    I stand and slide in.  He locks eyes with me.  “Fuck my wet ass.  Hard!”
    I do as I’m told.  I am so close.  He passes me his poppers.  I take a hit.  I feel my cock swell even more as I screw the cap on.  I begin slamming into his wet ass.  The room is filled with the sound of our wet bodies colliding.
    “Do it.  Fill me up…” he groans out.
    I thrust a few more times.  I really want to tongue him again, but I don’t stop.  I am so damn close.
    “Breed me…please…”
    I look at him.  I can see that lust for load in his eyes. 
    And I shoot.  Over and over.  I fuck it deep.  And it feels like there’s a lot of jizz.  I bend down and hold on to him, my cock still deep in his guts.  His arms wrap around me.
    Eventually, I move.  I slip to my knees and lick out some of my load.  I feed it to his eager mouth, in a sloppy kiss…
     
    The original, with a hot pic of Brent, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Pissing and Rimming Brent (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 15, 2023
  25. FelchingPisser

    Pride Week Orgy

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Grand Rapids—June, 2023
     
    In early June, I got the email I had been hoping to receive.  The house party, the one I have written about so often, was back on schedule.  The host asked if I could bring the three main pieces from my playroom—as he was expecting a crowd.  It was Pride weekend, so a number of guys got too busy, but I was very happy with the nine of us who showed up.
     
    I head upstairs.  There are two rooms here—one with a bed and my fuck bench—and the other with the host’s sling hanging from the rafters and two rimseats (another rim pig had brought his, too!!)    Six of us are in the bedroom.  I walk over to Hot Tats, a man I usually see in Lansing playing with the couple I know there.  I bend him over and begin eating his ass.  To our left is a very big and hairy Daddy Bear.  He is feasting on the ass of the youngest man here, an early 30’s, short guy—who is still in that first flush of twinkish cuteness.  A former dancer, with the plump ass to prove it, is bent over to my right.  His hole is being fingered by a girthy top I have played with many times (and fucked).  He is eyeing the youngest hungrily, even as he lubes the Dancer’s butt.   In the other room, which we can see across the landing, the Rimmer is feasting on Randy—the guy who once had a Twitter feed of himself riding massive toys.  He’s back in the area—and hot for our cocks.
    I can’t stop eating out Hot Tats.  He is moaning deep in the back of his throat.  The twink is talking dirty—all about how all the daddies are going to fuck him tonight.  The Dancer is panting.  The intermingled sounds are all music to my dick—making it drip copiously.   Daddy Bear stands up and sticks his short, but fat cock into the twink.  “Fuck me raw, Daddy,” the kid moans.
    I stand up, too.  I guide my dick into the familiar ass of Hot Tats.  The moment I am all the way in, he squeezes down on me.  When he releases, I know I’m good to start the fuck.  I begin, moving slowly, at a nice warm up speed.  The Girthy Top begins to fuck Dancer.  We are all noisy fucks, both verbally and with all the sounds of wet lube, willing asses and pistoning cocks.
    Daddy Bear is the first to pull out of the twink’s butt.  The kid swivels and cleans his cock.  This makes Girthy Top stop fucking and move over to get up the young one next.  I keep fucking Hot Tats, who is now kissing the Dancer.  Daddy Bear, cleaned up, moves over to try out Dancer’s ass.  Girthy Top has an incredible smile on his face as he fucks the young man.  He is right where he wants to be, the old chicken hawk.
    Finally, I pull out of Hot Tats.  He cleans me, loving the taste of his ass juices on my meat.  Girthy Cock indicates I need to try out the twink.   I go over and eat his hole.  He groans and pounds on the mattress.  I slide in.  I am easily the biggest dick he’s had tonight.  And will have.  He is taking my slow easy fuck, but I don’t think he’s enjoying it.
    “I should tell you, I really prefer older daddies,” he grunts out.  Well, I am just as old as the other two, possibly older.  “I love their size.”  Now I get it.  He loves the girth on those two, but it’s not of their cocks he’s talking, but of that big, hairy belly grinding into him.  Thin, whippet me, pulls out and I let Daddy Bear back into him. 
    Daddy’s Boy ends up playing with just those two tops (who are thrilled) all night.
    I am more than happy to eat the juicy hole of Dancer, before fucking him as hard as I know how…
    *
    I am standing between Randy’s spread legs.  He’s still in the sling.  Everyone but Dancer and Daddy’s Boy has been in him.    I have waited for this moment.  I want his hole really used.  And it is—his ass is wet and slightly puffy.  I kneel.  Only now does my tongue get re-acquainted with his hole.  He groans.  I am so deep inside him.  I spit and slobber into him.
    I stand and slide in.  It’s worth the wait.  I fuck him slow and easy.  He squeezes me any time I slow way down.  I speed it up. I am soon plowing into him, my hips slapping onto his wet, upturned ass.  I slow.  And stop.  And eat him out again.
    I fuck him again. 
    I stand to the side so Rimmer can fuck him, too. 
    Rimmer quickly goes to his knees to watch me fuck him once more.  I do three strokes into Randy and pull out so Rimmer can clean my cock.  We do this for a long time—not one of us wants to stop.  Rimmer spits on my shaft and guides it back into Randy.  I fuck—and this time when I pull out, I push Rimmer’s face into the wet fuck hole.  He moans and begins eating Randy out.  I kneel beside him.  Soon we are taking turns, each eating Randy and then kissing each other—a wet tongue cleaning of each other’s mouth.
    Rimmer can’t stop jerking as we share all the juices in his ass.  He finally stands up, fucks him briefly and coats Randy’s guts with cum.  He lets me clean his cock and lick the jizz out of Randy.  I share some with him—but he’s spent, so the rest of the load in my mouth goes to Randy.
    I fuck him for a long time in the freshly lubed hole.
    “Let’s take it to the rimseat.”
    I settle down on the mat after I get Randy out of the sling.  He sits on my face.  I can go so much deeper into him now.  He rides my tongue, groaning and huffing poppers.
    He rides my dick, too, to churn what load is left in his ass.  He cleans my dick and then settles back onto my face…where my tongue catches the dripping cum…
    *
    It’s late.
    The host, small in stature and as pervy as the rest of us, comes upstairs to tell us the food is set out.  Others troop down to get it.  I eat out our host.
    “Fuck me as hard as you did Randy.”
    We are on the bed and he is on all fours.  I stand up.
    “If I fuck you right now, I’ll cum.”
    “Do it.”
    And I do.  I slip into his tight hole.  Our size difference is striking.  I fuck hard.  Thinking more about my needs than his—which is just how he likes it.
    “Breed me!”
    I am so close. 
    I pull out and eat his hole once more.  That does it. 
    I am now on the brink.
    I slip into him and fuck.
    Hard.
    Slapping his ass.
    “Fuck!”
    And I spew into him the load that has been building for three hours…
     
    The original, with a picture of Randy's hot ass, is here:   From My Side of the Sling: Pride Week Orgy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   July 13, 2023

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