FelchingPisser

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Indianapolis—December, 2019 I don’t remember how we met online. I do know that we have chatted off and on for almost a dozen years. Now that I was in the Mid-Indiana area, I wanted to see if we could finally meet. Sam was excited I was finally closer. His life was more complicated now as he lived with a straight family member. But in my fourth week there he finally had the house to himself. I asked if he wanted me to bring the sling. He did. He said he’d never been in one. I told him how much room it required and he thought the living room could take it. I found the house, finally, even though some street signs were down. It was small—and the living room was crowded, but we moved some furniture and made it happen. I really looked at him as we lugged a coffee table out of the room. He was my age…a good ten years older than the pics in his profile, but that was no issue. He was tall and thin. He was just beginning to show a gut—which was just more pronounced with his thin build. He had a decent cock—just under seven inches. But I was here for his ass… I sit on the couch. There is just room for him to kneel in front of me with the sling set up. “Let me get that dick nice and hard. And good and wet.” He is very verbal. Each time he does something he comments on it. “Your balls are delicious in that ripe jock. Let me get them wetter.” I let him suck me at his own pace. Only once do I push down on his head when he is struggling to take the last half inch. He gags. And actually has to excuse himself. He runs from the room. Fortunately, we both find it kinda hot. He comes back and sucks me with gusto. “Wanna get in the sling?” “Yeah. I’ve truly never been in one.” He sits and tips back into it expertly. H’mmmm… “And you are good with me going in raw?” “Yeah…” he fingers his hole and nods. “Just don’t cum in me.” I slap my hard cock on his balls. And kneel to eat his hole. The act of rimming him makes his mouth go non-stop. “Eat that hole. Stick your tongue in this mancunt. Eat me out…” On and on…but more hot than not. I stand up and push in. It’s an easier entry than I thought it might be, but it is still a tight hole. This causes another gush of words. “Fuck me. Use me. Fuck!” I speed up to a blistering fuck speed. I pound his hole—and abruptly pull it out. “Wha…??” “Taste your hole on my cock.” I move around the side of the sling and shove my cock in his mouth. He cleans me with abandon. When I move back to his ass, another torrent of words follow me. “Fuck, I taste good. That is hot. I don’t do that very often. You are such a [banned word]…” The last is cut short by my pushing into his ass again. I fuck long slow strokes, moving the sling back and forth with me standing still. “Fuck, that feels so good. I want your cum in me. I know I said I didn’t, but I don’t care. Cum in my hole. Cum in me!” He has begun to jerk his cock. He’s not fully hard anymore, but I am sure he is going to shoot pretty damn fast. “You want my cum in your hole?” I speed up, my hips taking over the driving fuck. “Yes, I want your load. I want your whole load deep inside. I want you. I want your cum…” More and more as he jerks. I have been fucking for maybe ten minutes. Are we truly done? I speed up the fuck even more, making the chains rattle. And something in his constant talk flips a switch in my brain. I am suddenly ready to breed. “I’m gonna load your ass. Want it?” “Yes! Breed me. Breed me deep. Let me feel it!” I give him three more strokes and fire off my load. I grunt it out, holding onto the sling frame. His cock erects. I can just lean down and take him in my mouth, keeping me firmly in his ass, and take his load into my mouth. Sam groans out his orgasm, his words becoming meaningless sounds. And that is it. We are done. Short and sweet. Though his cum was a little bitter… No jump to conclude it this time as it was so short, but feel free to peruse the 1050 other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/

CLAW let's guys in at 18---just not to events where alcohol is served.

Indianapolis—December, 2019 After the piss fuck with Alejandro, I let things dry overnight. I packed and got out of town before rush hour. I did a brief trip to Michigan to get my license plate renewed. By the time I was on the road back to my temporary digs, I was horny. Rampant and horny. I couldn’t stop thinking about the wet fuck of the night before. It didn’t take much for me to grab an early lunch and stop at the bathhouse… I am sitting in the steam room. The steam is running full tilt. With the darkness and the clouds of mist, I can see nothing. My body melts into the tile on the bench. I sense, rather than see, a man come around the corner. Moments later he is between my splayed legs and sucking my cock. He’s hungry. He’s good. He makes sexy wet blowjob noises as he takes my entire length down his throat. And holds me there until he chokes. And again. When he comes up for air this time, I blindly find his head with my right hand and push him down to my balls. He licks them, occasionally trying to suck one into his mouth. I inch forward on the bench to give him better access. He takes it. He gets under my balls with his tongue. He is licks my perineum, leaving it wet. The steam shuts off. His tongue keeps inching down. He wants to lick my hole. He keeps going back up to my balls, and then leaves a trail of spittle which I can feel, even with the steam, as he goes slightly lower with each back and forth. The steam is clearing quickly. I can’t really see him for he is below me, with my legs on his shoulders. He is just about to connect with my ass… “Hello, Daddy.” Standing in the thinning swirls of steam is the blond, bearded boy I played with on a previous visit. My cocksucker, would be rimmer, comes up for air with the interruption. He glances at the blond. You can tell they know each other. The man on his knees is my age, just as thin, but has lots more hair on his head. “Suck his cock good,” the Blond tells him. He comes closer to me and stands on the bench. His cock is right in front of my mouth. I suck it as the man below goes back to my cock. I let the blond fuck my face. But I know what he really wants, long before he does it. He turns and grinds his meaty ass into my face. He bends slightly so I can tongue his pucker. He groans loudly, making the sound echo on the tiles. My cock sucker stands up and sucks the Blond. I feel him taking his cock as I eat out the Blond’s hole. “Let me turn…” He steps carefully to the side and then straddles me again. His wet cock goes back into my mouth. He arches his back as the busy tongue of my Cocksucker pokes into the hole I have left just as wet. At one point the Cocksucker goes back to my dick. Just as he stands to eat ass again, the steam starts a new cycle. None of us want to stay. We are all feeling too hot, but no one wanted to be the person to break it up. We dry off in the sauna. Then, after a stop at the water fountain, the three of us troop up the stairs to the public sling. The Blond gets in it. I kneel to tongue his ass. The Cocksucker bends over him to suck his cock and eventually his nipples. I prod into his now very open hole. We have matted the hair all around what was once a pucker and now is a slightly gaping slit. I delight in the ease I can get my tongue deep into his guts. We reverse, the Cocksucker and I. The Blond stays in place. I bend and kiss him before I do anything else. He revels in the taste of his ass on my tongue—moaning deeply in the back of his throat. I love hearing the sounds of the rim job as I lick and chew lightly on his nipples. I do his arm pits. Only then do I suck his cock. The two of us change again. I take a mouthful of his precum with me and stick it up the Blond’s sloppy hole. This time, I don’t go to my knees on the hard floor, I just hunker down, keeping my feet on the floor. The Cocksucker, though, does not suck the Blond. He is on all fours under the sling and sucking me. He makes enough noise for the Blond to know just what is going on: “Suck him good…” he whispers between moans as my tongue fucks him. And suddenly the Cocksucker stops. I am surprised, but keep on slurping on the wet hole in front of me. Then I feel him. He is on his back and worming his way between my legs. I spread them slightly and lift myself up. He positions himself—and now I am sitting on the Cocksucker’s face. Fuck, this is a treat—to be eating a hot ass while a hot tongue is poking into my own. We can’t hold it for long or I’ll suffocate him, but it is incredible. I find my tongue doing to the Blond, whatever the Cocksucker is doing to me. If he goes deep, so do I. Rimimng around the hole—I match it. He is moaning into my ass. I am grunting my pleasure into the Blond, who is now breathing really hard as he jerks himself. The Cocksucker taps my thighs. I get off his face just enough for him to slide out. I go to my knees and never stop rimming the hole. I think the Blond may blow a load very soon. I feel the Cocksucker’s mouth getting me wet. Then he’s gone again…until he’s turned and has backed his ass onto my dick. Fuck! That’s hot. “I had to feel you in me…” he mumbles. The Blond stops jerking. “Are you fucking him?” he asks me. My face leaves his ass long enough to say “He’s fucking himself...” For the cummy conclusion: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/rimming-blond.html

I will help even up the top/bottom ratio....and be very happy to be on clean up duty for bred holes....

I feel like I am in such distinguished company. As I drift off to sleep tonight, I'll be thinking about that sex party that brings us all together...

With my size dick, spit is not always enough--and if I am their first top of the night....I need it.

And there's that....I leave so much spit behind from rimming that I use next to no lube at all...but the one mentioned above.

I use JO H20 brand

Which is why I use a lube with no taste.

Thank you. I don't know why more men don't!

The dark room I used to frequent was lost when the Chicago Eagle (leather bar) was closed and incorporated into Man's Country bathhouse (also now closed.)

I just did two months in the Indy area. The Works has a crowd in the afternoon and they are all gone by 4pm. And there is a crowd on Cum Union night. If I need to do an evening, I would go to The Club.

Chicago—December, 2019 I made it into Chicago in good time. I thought I would be closer, working in Indiana, but I was wrong. With all the country roads I had to take to get to a highway, it was about the same time into the city as it was from where I live in Michigan. I had booked the same uptown motel that is near the leather bar on the north side (where the piss party is held.) I just had room to set up the sling on one side of the bed and the rimseat on the other. Both got a tarp beneath them and an old sheet on top of that to keep the piss contained. Alejandro had spoken to a man he’d met at the piss party last year. He wanted more piss and cock certainly, but he also wanted the guy to act as cameraman. He wanted our meet recorded. The man agreed, was excited by it even…until 23 hours before we were to meet and he began to have a sore throat. Sigh. Cruising through BBRT once I was set up, I found there was a breeding party going on at the motel. Three tops hosting one cumslut. I went up to their room, hoping one of the tops might be persuaded, what with Alejandro’s hot ass, to film us. But no. They were far too busy doing drugs to care about actual sex. I left quickly. {Pic of his ass} Alejandro arrived from his own hotel—so he could deep clean in privacy. He looked great. Sometimes we’d had some sort of role play to get us into it. Not today. I shed my robe and was in boots and yellow jock (sent to me by a reader.) I got him down to his new white jock, which would soon be stained… I get him on the bed. He rolls over and gets on all fours. My tongue dives into his ass crack, still moist from the shower. He groans and takes the first of many hits of poppers. I spit and tongue and work his tight hole open. I stand and prod him with my wet cock tip. I go right back to my knees and lick up the precum I’ve left behind. I have flavored his hole with the very essence of me. {Pic of his ass} We move to the sling. I piss a little on his hole. He whimpers each time a stream of hot liquid hits him. I lick it up, poking some of it into his ass. He groans out “Fuck me with that thing.” I lube up as I keep licking. I stand—and slowly work about half my length into him. I wait until he nods and fuck him with shallow strokes. It’s not enough lube. He tells me to find his lube injector in his bag. We fill the syringe like tool. Once it’s full, I deep lube his ass. Now he can take me. I slide in and begin fucking. Deep, long strokes. Alejandro loves the taste of his hole. I stop every few minutes and let him clean my dick. I go back to his ass and fuck. Then clean it with my tongue He’s self lubing like crazy now. Back to fucking. Harder, now. I rim his hot, precum-coated hole. I fuck again. “Piss in me.” I slow down the fuck strokes until I am just rocking into his guts. I will myself to piss. Finally it comes. Filling him. More and more. His guts are awash in my piss. I fuck a few strokes. Some splashes out of his ass on the backstroke. I carefully pull out, using my hand to keep his hole closed. I kneel—and let go. My mouth is blasted with my piss from his ass. I swallow it down. I have to swallow fast to keep up with it. He is pushing it out in one huge torrent of pale yellow water. As if finally slows, I save some in my mouth and spit it on him. He groans. I fuck a little in his hole, then pause to take a long drink of water. I come to the side of the sling and begin licking his pits. He has been deodorant free for days. I lick his acrid pits and kiss him. I piss a splash or two on his left pit. I lick it clean. And suddenly his PA-ed cock starts to spurt piss. Gallons of it. I lick some off his chest. I take some directly into my mouth. I let him coat his entire upper body with it. I clean him up a little more with my tongue. Still it is coming. I move his cock for the last stream to go down his ass crack. When it finally stops, I lick it up. Alejandro is floating in the sling, there is so much piss between him and the leather... This is how piss fucking is supposed to go. For pictures and a video (and another piss filling) follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/alejandro-gets-piss-fucked.html

Jake is an excellent fuck in real life, too. I was lucky enough to have him in Chicago just before his first porn for Raw Fuck Club came out. I wrote about it on my blog From My Side of the Sling. Since it's before I started linking all the entries here, here is the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-professor-and-porn-stars.html

And I love to piss fuck. I love to churn the piss---but with a guy who knows how to clean!

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019 Around the top of the month, I had some exciting news. Alejandro, the piss pig from the east coast, had solidified his plans and would be coming to Chicago for a wet session at the top of next week. I was excited. And just thinking about it made me need to blow off some steam. I had the day off, so I decided to try the new bookstore again. I left mid morning. It was a bright, sunny winter day. I stopped in a rest area, just before my exit, for the lunch I’d packed. With the change to central time, it now just noon. My cock shifted in my jock as I drank the last of my hot tea. I wanted to see what kind of lunch time crowd might be there. I arrived ten minutes later. I paid my admission and went through the thick metal door to the two theatres. I found the bathroom in the pitch black hall and pissed. There were four or five men seated in the straight theatre and one standing behind the low wall. The gay side was empty. I went out to sit with the other men. Not one had his cock out, but there was lots of groping of slightly tented trousers. I sat in a lone chair, set my water bottle down and unbuttoned. My cock sprang free. I spit in my hand and began to shamelessly stroke in front of the others… The porn is good. We watch a big dicked man use a very small Latina in every hole she has available. I am very aware of different sets of eyes glancing in my direction and then back at the screen. One man pulls his coat from behind his chair and puts it in his lap. His hand remains under the garment. Another man leaves by the outer door. A third, a good looking and well dressed older man, goes to the restroom. He doesn’t come back—but there has been no sound of the outer door. He has to be on the gay side. I wait another moment—and go into the other room. I can’t see him at first—he’s not sitting down. He is standing in the darkest corner behind the low wall. I lean on the wall and watch the movie. God help me, it’s a movie where the guys have to act. I ignore it and glance over at the man. I can now just see his hand is in front of his crotch. I wait a moment for him to make some sort of sign. Nothing. I pull my cock back out and show it to him. I really want this distinguished grey haired man to bend over and suck me. I move closer to him. “Suck my dick…” he whispers. I go to my knees and take his Viagraed cock into my throat. He has a nice mouthful. His soft fingers find my ears and hold on. It doesn’t take much to get his load down my throat. I clean his dick and he pats my head. He moves away before we are discovered by anyone. And that seems to be the key here with anyone over 40—don’t let your neighbors see you doing anything gay. I sit on the gay side for a bit, but the movie is short on sex and long on set up. I go back and sit in my first chair. Slowly the rest of the room empties—but for the man behind the low wall. Could he be stroking? I move to the other secluded area in this theatre—another low wall on the side of the room. I look right at him. I can see the struggle in his face. He wants to play—but should he? Who is this guy? I move slightly and bump into a chair I couldn’t see. I sit down. I’m lost to his view—but will he see it as an invitation? I wait. I’m turned so I can see the movie—just—over the wall. Suddenly, with his hand covering his crotch, the man appears. He is in decent shape for his 50’s, balding, and a little doughy around the waist. But he kneels between my splayed legs and sucks my cock. I let him. He’s a little toothy around my flared head, but he’s doing okay. He strokes himself as he does it. His knees tire. I stand and help him up. I take a turn on his dick. It’s still soft. His balls are huge—so I lick them, too. “Don’t! I will cum in your mouth!” he hisses—though the theatre is empty. He begins to pant. I take his soft dick back in my mouth and he shoots—never remotely getting hard. Time passes. I am still off to the side, leaning on the wall. Men have come and gone with no interest. I sit down to find my water bottle as I want to move. Suddenly a big man is by my chair. He must have come in when someone was going out for I hadn’t heard the door. He has the biggest, hardest cock I’ve seen today. It’s sticking out of his fly and he is moving towards me. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me onto his dick. Just in time, too. It explodes. Had he been jerking in the other room and didn’t want to waste his load? He thanks me, slurring his words, and leaves—tucking his wet cock back into his suit pants as he stumbles for the exit. I go to the gay side. The movie is new. And better. I stay behind the wall. Two men come in the main door. They both come in here—not the usual routine. One is a big hairy bear in his late 30’s. The other man is around the same age, short, wiry and has the longest, bushiest beard I’ve seen in ages. The Bear comes right to me, glances at Bushy Beard and goes to his knees to suck me. This guy is good. And likely gay. Bushy Beard watches us and feels himself up—but doesn’t unzip. I grab the Bear’s head and fuck his face. I hear him unzip and jerk as he sucks my dick. “Lick my balls,” I whisper. He does, reveling in their smell. Bushy Beard moves to us. He taps the Bear on the shoulder who stands up. I go to my knees and suck the Bear’s thick cock. Bushy Beard unzips. The Bear’s pants fall to his knees, pushed by BB. I can hear BB lube up a finger. He intends to fuck the Bear. He jabs it into the man’s ass. The Bear groans and gives me his load. Do none of these men have any control? I clean him up before the Bear heads to the bathroom. I stand up. “Let me fuck you,” Bushy Beard hisses, grabbing at my ass... Now there's a cliff hanger. Find out: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/back-to-new-bookstore.html

Thanks, man. Enjoy!! And keep reading!

Indianapolis—December, 2019 After all the public sex in bathhouse and bookstore, I was ready for a good connected bit of one on one play. Marshall was out of town, so I kept returning to the profile of a man with who I had had quite a bit of conversation. He loved watersports, no LOVED it as he typed it to me. He had a sling he could put up in the basement and there was a drain in the floor. There was a partner, but he’d be away. From his stats, Liam was a little younger than me, tall and well built. The pictures showed a jungle of hair all over his body. That alone got me hard as I thought of drops of piss clinging to it all as I licked it up… We arranged a time. It was an easy drive in. I took the rimseat, something he didn’t have. Liam answered the door naked but for a blue jock. He looked just like his pictures. But he was nervous. He showed me the set up downstairs. The sling was crammed in, between the stairs and the laundry facilities, not ideal but I had just enough room to work around two sides of it. The rimseat stayed packed in its bag upstairs. “Get on your knees,” I said, “I’ve been drinking all the way here.” That’s when it began going downhill. Liam had never done watersports. At all. He had watched a few video clips of piss. He didn’t want it in his mouth, but he thought he’d be ok if I would piss on him or in him. I went back up to get out of clothes as he got in the sling. I made sure I put my boots back on for the basement floor was filthy. I ate his hole. I pissed on it. Licked it up. So far so good. I fucked him. He loved it. But he was dirty. I waited as he cleaned. We fucked again. I thought my cock was suspect as I pulled it out a second time, but he cleaned it, high on constant popper use. “Try pissing in me.” I had a bladder full. I let it go deep in his guts. He loved it. I fucked him full of piss. He loved that. I pulled out to bring my piss covered cock to his mouth—and my piss exploded from his ass. He was spectacularly dirty and now so were my legs. There weren’t enough towels. We trod carefully up the stairs to a wonderful two man shower. I cleaned up first as he tried to mop downstairs. Then he cleaned up. He took me into their shared bedroom and got up on all fours on the bed. I valiantly tried to fuck his newly cleaned ass, but I couldn’t do it. I sped up my thrusts and faked shooting a load in him. And left. I hope he got it cleaned up before the boyfriend got home… ***** I go to the bathhouse. I shower again. I sit in the steam. A bearded blond man, maybe just 40, is there. We eye each other. He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth. He can’t get enough of my cock. I briefly suck his regulation sized one. We leave as the steam kicks into high gear. I follow him into the sauna—and that’s when I see his pale ass, flecked with blond hair. Mounds of flesh needing my tongue. He steps up on the bench to get to the top row of seats, putting his ass right at eye level. I lean forward and my tongue connects. He melts. He kneels on the seat and I dig in. He grunts and groans and encourages me to get his hole sopping wet. I do. I tongue him deeply. He jerks as I tongue fuck him. We break and then do it again in the TV room. And at the sling. Now I’m sure I will get inside him. But no, he’s tells me he’s a top—but loves his ass licked. I sigh, but it doesn’t put me off. I ream him out once more, the chains clanging… **** We meet up again in the dark porn room.... For the rest: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/the-words-he-shouldnt-say-try-pissing-me.html

Indianapolis—December, 2019 My work this year in Indiana was rather stressful. I really let it get to me and developed major knots in my neck. I remembered a gay masseur on the hook up site that lets business folk post ads. I looked him up and we talked price—and I booked 90 minutes on his table. Joe was a man of my age, doing massage whenever he felt like it. I greeted his big dog, once he stop barking, and made friends as I took off my winter jacket. Joe took me upstairs and told me to strip—as did he in his bedroom across the landing. I lay down on my stomach on his heated massage table. I began being slathered in hot coconut oil. He worked my shoulders forever. He was not about to be defeated by the number of knots. And he won. Mostly. Joe took a piss break—and I suddenly felt a tongue on my shoulder. It was the dog. She loved the coconut oil and a new man to lick when her dad was out of the room. She ran out the moment Joe returned and he did the rest of my back, thighs and feet. His touch was strong and just what I needed. I was flipped. Face, chest, arms, legs were all covered in hot oil and kneaded. Of course I got hard as he did my perineum and my balls. He oiled up his hands and jerked me—two handed. It felt great. But I didn’t want to cum. I told him so—that I would tense right back up if I shot. This didn’t turn into a hook up. So why is it here? Because it was incredibly sensual and arousing. And that’s what I document in my life. (And did I just write about my first canine scene??) ***** Here it is 2020. I still enjoy sharing my varied sex life with you all. So where do we go from here? Well, readership has never been higher. I am still one month behind in my sharing. (It used to be 8 to 10 weeks, so that’s great.) I don’t think I ever want to write it up the next day—I want the time to let it percolate in my mind. I will keep trying for more pictures/videos of the sex as it happens. Of course, if I’m playing in any kind of sex venue that can’t happen. Even when the willing man and I are alone, it sometimes seems to break the momentum of the scene to find the camera. Not to mention my hands are often incredibly greasy… This year there will be a huge life change with my ‘real’ job. I guess it is retirement, though I will still be jobbing out for short times throughout the country. This may mean more time to play, more trips to cities farther away and even more things to report. So 2020 looks wildly exciting—and just a little bit scary… I wish every reader a prosperous and happy New Year. 2020? Really? Already?? Well, bring it on. I can’t wait! So there's no jump for this one--but feel free to visit: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/happy-2020.html

Eastern Illinois—November, 2019 As good as the bathhouses were treating me, I still missed a trip to the bookstore. It is such a different experience for me. And I like porn. And cruising. So I got on a gay porn directory and did some research. There was nothing in the middle of Indiana. But not much farther than my drive to Indy, but in the opposite direction, I found two places that sounded intriguing. I narrowed it down to one simply for my preference to sit in a “theatre” than walk the arcade and see only snippets of a video. So on a full day off I went west into Illinois. I found the place easily. The whole complex is huge. The arcade, from the number of admissions I saw ahead of me, was hopping. I bought the pass for the theatres. I was buzzed in. I loved the layout. Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door. Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore. I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner. There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on. There was a place to stand and watch in both areas. Two, actually, in the straight theatre. And the porn was mostly good. The straight side had maybe five men in it. I stayed there briefly before rounding the corner and going into the gay side. The porn here was bare and good. And two guys were playing with each other behind the low wall at the back… I sit in a chair so I can watch the screen and watch the men. One is a cute white cub, the other a tall, lanky mixed race man. Pretty soon the cub disappears from view. I hear the familiar sounds of a blow job. But I can’t see it. And I don’t want to disturb them. I sit and stroke watching Peto Coast fuck. In just a few minutes, the tall guy stops the Cub with a whispered “I don’t want to get off.” I hear the Cub get back to his feet and the Tall guy motions towards me with a “Go suck that big one.” Obediently, the Cub appears and asks if I want help. I take my hands off my dick and let him suckle me down. His shirt is unbuttoned, showing off a really hairy chest. I find very pronounced nipples and start to twist them. The Tall guy watches us for a moment and then takes off for the arcade. I make the Cub do my balls as well as my shaft. He’s excellent…and sucking makes him very horny. The one time I reached down and touched his cock he batted my hand away. He takes a break to rest his knees. I lean forward and taste his stubby dick. Not for long but to get a nice mouthful of sweet precum. He pulls away, afraid of exploding. He goes back down and does his best to get me off. I tell him I, too, don’t want to drop my load yet. He grins and sucks me for the sheer joy of having a dick in his mouth, not just for the reward. He doesn’t stop when guys from the other room come in and observe us going at it. We break again and he tells me he is going to find his friend, but he’ll be back. I do myself up and go over to the straight side. The crowd has thinned. One lone man, older and grey, is sitting in front of the low wall at the back. He is stroking his half hard dick. He looks up at me. I know those eyes. I nod and get between his legs to suck his cock. Almost instantly he shoots—never getting hard. He leaves. I stroke. Alone in both theatres. I stay in the straight theatre now, for the movie has changed on the gay screen to one where there are long story scenes and the fucking is latexed. I am not alone for long. A big ex footballer type lumbers in. He watches me for a moment and goes to the gay side. I give him a couple of minutes before I go over. He is standing behind the wall, stroking. I move behind him, against the cinder block back wall. He turns. He looks at my hard on and turns back to the screen. I sink to my knees and he turns again. This he likes. He turns fully, presenting me with a fat dick with huge, hairy balls. He takes three steps towards me and begins fucking my face. No artful oral skills in play here. He is just using me. And he cums—his hairy balls, now damp with sweat slapping at my chin. “You’re good,” he mumbles. I only wish I could have showed him what I could really do. I am still kneeling when the outer door opens and a new man arrives. I stay put. He rounds the corner, sees me and unzips. He is very corporate looking, in a business suit and dress shoes. He presents his hooded hardon. I take his entire length. He sighs as I skin him back with my tongue. He takes longer, but it is still no more than five minutes work to get his load. He thanks me profusely, asking if I’m new here. I tell him yes. “I hope to see you around. We can use a guy like you.” I stroke to some intense squirt porn on the straight side. All alone. The Cub returns when I have moved to the gay side with a new movie. We trade blow jobs in the same chair. But when he’s ready to unload he wants to step into the darkness behind the wall. “You really want my load......?” Make the jump read the ending and over 1000 other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/working-new-bookstore.html

I gave instructions on how to make one in a thread here this last summer....

I love having sex in a public, but safe, place (bathhouse, arcade, bb party). I really loved watching my long term partner enjoy another dick. It made our sex life so much better.

So if this is the sling where I fucked you, this almost always happens as there are so few confident, show-off tops, ever, in that building. I was going there a lot during November and December when I was working in Indiana, All of once did I ever see another top take advantage of a man in the sling--and it was during the Black Out event so no one could see him. I joined him and we shared the bottom...but we had three or four other bottoms come in and stroke the guy's cock or chest. Any other time, I have felt like I am the only man to use the men waiting in the sling.

I will just add if I stopped having sex with undetectable men....I'd barely have sex at all...