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My Playroom—November, 2023 It was Black Friday. I have a long history of having good luck at the bookstore on Black Friday. Men seem to drop their wives off for shopping and arrive at the bookstore to drop a quick load. But not this year. GaryM was coming to the playroom for a third visit. He had asked to be used a little harder. I had a couple things in mind, but now set plans. He arrived right on time—telling me had had little traffic. After a brief pitstop, he headed downstairs. I have on the jock that I wore to the huge house party. As a fellow scent pig, I’m sure he’ll enjoy it… “Kneel.” I have tossed the mat I usually use for the rimseat on a part of the cool concrete floor that is not covered by the padded equipment mat. GaryM kneels obediently. I grind the jock pouch into his face. He breathes deeply and sighs. “Get it wet. Re-activate all those juices.” His tongue gets even busier. My cock swells. I finally can’t stand it; I need to be in his mouth. I pull the pouch back and my cock springs free. Eagerly, he guides it into his mouth. It feels great. Soon I am throat fucking him. Deep. Making him choke. Telling him to swallow that deep throat slime. I am so ready to fuck and I say so. GaryM gets up on the bench without really being directed to go there. I eat his ass for a long time. I also grab my leather paddle. I begin to warm his butt cheeks with it. The sound of leather on soft flesh fills the room—and makes me attack his pucker once again with my tongue. I cover my cock with coconut oil as I prod him open. I stand up. GaryM has a very strong hole. He pushes out to meet me. Each time I enter him there is a split second that feels like my cock is not going to win. But it always does. I sink into him, wait the briefest of moments and begin to fuck. I am at top speed faster than usual. I love the sound of my hips slapping onto his naked ass cheeks. I pull out and bring the wet cock to his mouth. He gives me ravenous ATM. I remove the wrist restraints from the sling chains. I buckle them in place. I go back and fuck him again. After he cleans my cock a second time, I add the ankle restraints. I don’t fasten him anywhere. Yet. I just want him to think about them. I fuck him once more. He cleans me up before I tell him that we are moving to the sling. He gets up and I surprise him by getting into it myself. “Rim my ass!” He goes to his knees. He starts licking my balls and trails down the perineum to my hole. I let him get into me. I hold my hard cock straight up and begin to piss. It showers the top of his head, his face and begins to sluice down my ass crack. GaryM is there—licking, cleaning, savoring all of my very clear piss. I take a hit of poppers and close my eyes. I just want that tongue licking me for as long as possible. I open them eventually to watch him in the mirror. I have a little more piss, so I let it go. It shoots up in the air, looking like a pervy fountain. He lets out the sexiest moan as he once again licks it off my hairy ass crack, cheeks and balls. We both love to rim and be rimmed. I could have spent longer in the sling enjoying it, but know I will get more later. I get up and flatten the fuck bench so it is now a padded table. I think GM knows what’s coming. I grab the spreader bar and tell him to lie on the table. He does. His legs instinctively go up in the air. I attach the bar between his ankles and push it down so he can hold it. It rolls his ass up. I want it slightly higher, so I push down on the bar, so it is closer to his chest. The angle is now perfect. My cock goes into his well-used ass. I fuck him hard. He is very verbal with this fuck. He loves it. I pause let his legs rest for a moment and then do it again. This time when I’m done, I unclip him from the bar. I move to the top of the table. GM has his head on the pillow attachment. I straddle his head and sit on his face. He likely can’t breathe, but his tongue works its magic on my asshole once again. I get off his face, leaving him panting for air. I discard the bar and grab the hoe-tie attachment. I clip his ankles to it first, then his arms. It is a similar feel, but now I just press on the attachment to roll his ass into place. He seems to love being secured so he can’t move. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The legs on the fuck bench are low in this position. My long legs tire of the bend rather quickly—but it’s still a memorable fuck. Only now do I get GM into the sling. I fuck, his eyes riveted to the mirror above him. I eat his ass again after all this fucking. He is incredibly wet with our juices. I try a butt plug, but it is a shade too thick. I switch to the egg-headed toy that is my stand by. He loves it alone. He loves it even more when I add my cock along with it. I fuck with my cock on top of the toy and under it. On top feels better, so I do it again. I set up the rimseat and mat while he is still in the sling. I hope he’s wondering which side of things he’s going to be on. I help get him out and tell him to lie down. He does, taking a hit of poppers before I close the seat. I sit down and let his tongue work over my ass again as I sit and watch the piss porn on the television. I have to be careful not to leave him there indefinitely. Maybe he wouldn’t mind, but I want to fuck again. I choose the sling. The moment his feet are in the stirrups, I piss his ass crack. I lick it up, my cock raging. I fuck him again. I take a big slug of water. It’s the trigger to release what’s left in my bladder. I eat his hole, stand insert and begin a very slow fuck. I stop as I feel the plumbing in me change. I begin pissing deep in his hole. On and on. I couldn’t stop pissing if I wanted to. I give him every drop in my bladder. Now I begin to churn the piss, fucking him hard. Some is lost to the towel below as it sloshes out of his ass. Some runs down my thighs as I keep fucking into the lake of piss deep in his guts. And it does just what I want—it makes me ready to shoot. I pick up the pace. Not so much liquid come out now on the backstroke. I drive into GM—and suddenly I’m shooting. My balls empty into him. I grab the sling frame to steady myself. I marinate in him for a long time as my breathing returns to normal. I kneel. I lick the piss and cum leaking out of his ass crack. Leaning across him, I drool some into his mouth. He is stroking his raging hard on as I do it. I grab the egg-headed dildo and push it in. I fuck him with it as he jerks. In moments, he shoots. Everywhere. The size of his load is like someone in his 20’s. I begin to lick what I can off his balls as GaryM gasps for breath… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Returns: Wanting It Harder December 7, 2023 Gary M wrote up how he felt during this play session. From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: GaryM Services FP December 9. 2023

Yes, thank you, I am fine. I was working out of state in one of the blocked ones.

Near Home—November, 2023 It’s the day before Thanksgiving. I was in the kitchen, making my contribution for the family dinner. I suddenly put down the Pyrex measuring cup and knew I needed to get off. I’d thought about it occasionally during the morning, but put it out of my mind. Now I knew I needed to lighten my balls and be in a better mood around my cousins on the morrow. I finished up quickly, changed my clothes and got in the car. I had second thoughts halfway there. I knew the day after Thanksgiving had always been good, but before? I had no idea if there would be others like me there. The parking lot was pretty sparse, but I went in… The straight theatre has quite a few men in it. I can’t sit at the back or to the side. I sit on a two-person bench that is the row in front of the cocksucker’s seat. I glance around the room. There is no actual sex happening, but there is that ‘feel’ in the room—like it could happen any moment. The door opens. It is the perennial cocksucker who comes here with his partner. He is white, short and bald. And he knows how to treat a cock in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He is on his knees instantly. He takes me to the root quite effortlessly. A couple of times, actually, before he begins a more traditional sucking. I turn to look at the back wall when I hear a noise. The man in the cocksucker’s chair has noisily opened his water bottle. There are two men standing against the wall kneading their crotches. Obviously, the man in the seat doesn’t suck dick. He ignores them and sips his water. The man on my cock moves to my balls. I moan a little to re-enforce how much I like his wet tongue there. He works harder on them, knowing to lick not suck them into his mouth. His knees soon tire. He braces on my knees to get up. And he goes right out the door. My eyes follow him. I make eye contact with one of the men on the back wall. He nods at me. I nod back. He comes and sits next to me. He is in his 50’s, white and rather striking in appearance. He is also wearing suit pants which seems an odd choice for here. He unzips and pulls out a larger than average dick. His hand reaches for mine. I return the favor. It feels nice and girthy in my fist. Without asking, I just slip to my knees and suck him. He groans the moment my lips touch him. I hear movement, but I’m busy repeating on him what was just done to me. When I look up at him, I see he has the other man from the back wall in his mouth. I’m surprised and rather pleased. But the cock in his mouth is making him lose any kind of cum control he might have had. He is now gushing pre-cum. In moments I swallow his load as his entire body shakes. When I have cleaned him of every last drop, he crams himself back into his suit pants and leaves. The man he is sucking, a wild haired Grizzly Adams-type, looks lost. I simply take his rather small dick into my mouth and get his load, too. I watch the movie. I am sucked once more by the bald man. Now, his partner stands by the door, watching us. My sucker strokes himself this time—but he doesn’t get off. And neither do I. I take a piss and go into the gay theatre. A very old white man is in the cocksucker’s seat—and the only man in the room. I sit to his left, in the corner of the back and side wall. He makes conversation, the moment I pull my dick out. Conversation that is all about my penis size. Soon, he is leaning over and sucking me. He’s good, but the awkward angle is not helping. I stand up to give him better access. I hear the door open. “Well, well…” A hairy cub of a man has entered. He’s white, in his late 30’s and carries his extra weight well. He grins at me—and I now finally find his name. Braydon. We met here. He’s been to the old playroom alone and with others. He is a wonderful cum pig—and I haven’t seen him in forever. (October of 2021, I later find out. That is why I write this blog!) He kneels in front of me. The older man likes the idea of sharing my cock. I fuck Braydon’s mouth. Then the first guy. Back and forth. “You’ve got to fuck me.” Braydon strips to just his socks, tossing his clothes onto a chair. He pulls another chair around and kneels on it. I go to my knees and eat his ass. He groans. The older man whispers encouraging words which end in “Let me see you fuck him!” I stand up and slide in. It’s actually an awkward fuck. Braydon’s hole is a little low with him kneeling. But we all enjoy it. He groans and poppers up. The older man tells us we are “bad boys fucking raw like that.” I keep pumping, my balls slapping onto the generous, hairy ass. We take a break. I actually need to piss again. I check the straight theatre on the way back. It is now empty—but some DP is happening on the screen. I sit and watch. Braydon soon joins me. I am treated to a really sloppy blowjob as I sit there. He stands up, strips and leans over the back of the bench I had first sat on. I eat his hole. Wet and inviting. Soon, I am happily fucking. It is the perfect height now with him bent over and on his feet. The door opens. A Black man I used to see here all the time comes in. He grins at me and whips out his dick. “Feed it to him.” Braydon loves this. What cum pig doesn’t love two dicks in him at the same time? I fuck. The guy in his mouth stands still and let’s Braydon’s head be bounced onto his cock from my fuck. The door opens. A guy looks at us and sits way down front, as far away from us as he can get. I fuck Braydon. The wet sound of his ass competes with the sex sounds coming from the screen. The door opens again. Another man looks at us and moves away. The three of us decide to take it next door. Braydon dresses and goes first with the other man quickly in tow. I hover a for a moment than go over to the gay side. Braydon is already naked and bent over. He has a new man in his mouth. The Black guy is slapping his cock against the wet and hairy hole. He has lost his hardon on the trek over. I go to my knees to see if I can help. He hardens right up. But, so much so, he shoots his load. I save it in my mouth and just spin around, spitting a huge amount of fresh cum on Braydon’s hole. I work it into his ass with my tongue, reverse felching the entire load I sucked out. Braydon is groaning around the cock in his mouth. He knows what I’m doing; he has had me do this before. I stand up and say the words: “I just tongue fucked a huge cum load into your ass.” This is too much for the guy in Braydon’s mouth. He pulls to the side and watches my throbbing cock slide back into Braydon. His already wet mancunt is now sopping wet with the best lube in the world. I fuck. Hard. I am intent on adding more cum to his sloppy hole. “Listen to it,” Braydon groans. The sound of the squishy fuck is filling the small, dark room. The man who shot the load in my mouth has not lost his hardon completely. He sticks his semi-hard cock in Braydon’s mouth. I pull out, kneel and taste the cummy mess. I lick up what I have pulled out with my flared cock head. And it takes me over the edge. I quickly stand up, and slide back in. I fuck every last drop of jizz that is churning in my balls deep into Braydon’s overflowing hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Braydon with Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 5, 2023

Grand Rapids—November, 2023 I love group sex. I heard that the house party to the north of me, dormant for a few months, was happening again in November. The host was excited I would be back in the state. He expected a bigger turn out. He hoped I might bring the fuck bench and rim seat to help keep them all busy. I packed them into the car and drove into town, arriving just a little early so I could get the equipment set up before the guests arrived. The host, a short, thin man, just under my age, greeted me effusively. As I set up the bench, he told me again he was expecting as many as 20 men. We usually had 10 to 15, so this was indeed good news. We took everything upstairs. I set the bench up behind where his sling, which was hung from the rafters. In the other room was his huge bed. The rimseat just fit under the sloping roof line. He now had big screen porn playing there. I went down to strip off and get my clothes into my gym bag. And the men started arriving… The first two to arrive look familiar, but I don’t really know if I know them. Both are bigger men and strip down quickly. They disappear up the stairs before I finish putting my boots back on. I go up the stairs. The top is lying on his back being orally serviced by the, I soon learn, versatile man. I help out by kneeling and licking the versatile’s ass. He groans. “Eat that hole,” the Thick Top groans out. I re-double my efforts. The host comes in briefly just to look at us. He’s still fully clothed and in doorman mode. He kneads his crotch as he watches us—before heading down to greet the next arrival. I’m ready to fuck. “I have his hole nice and ready for you,” I tell Thick Top. “Go ahead…” I stand up and slide in. There is nothing like the first fuck of the night. Tatted Vers has to stop sucking and concentrate for a moment on my invasion. The moment he relaxes, I begin to fuck and he goes back to sucking cock. We change position slightly. Thick Top turns around and slides under Tatted Vers to suck him as I keep fucking. A new man, comes into the room. He’s a regular, balding and incredibly hairy everywhere else. He is likely 40 something and is all top—until the first dick goes up his ass. And then he usually bottoms the rest of the night. He nods to me in greeting and kneels, sucking on Thick Top’s cock. I continue to fuck, liking how we have all just added into the action as we arrive. When I finally pull out, Hairy Top stops sucking and takes a turn up Tatted Vers. Thick Top goes downstairs, leaving the three of us to fuck. I kneel, watching the hard cock ream the hole I was just fucking. Hairy Top remembers my kinks. He pulls out of the ass for a moment to let me suck him. Then he pushes back in. This makes Tatted Vers look over his shoulder at us. He like what he sees. “You dirty pigs…” and then “Fuck!” as the cock, with all my spit, re-enters him. I stay right there and we do it all again. I spell Hairy Top. He takes his dick around to Tatted Vers’ mouth. I hear the hungry ATM happening as I eat out the freshly fucked ass. I stand up and push into his wet and hungry hole… * I take a break and go downstairs. A young man I recognize from here is getting fucked on the living room couch by Thick Top. I know I will never stand a chance with the young guy—he will only play with men who have a gut—so Thick Top is his perfect sex partner. I grab a bottle of water and go upstairs again. I convince Tatted Vers to get in the sling. I get him into the stirrups and eat his ass once more. I stand up and fuck. The sling is hung a little low and I need to do knee bends to get into him. The host arrives, now naked but for a jock and harness. He sucks Tatted Vers’ cock as I fuck. The moment I pull out, the Host is on my cock, cleaning me. I let him get me cleaned up then playfully push his face into Tatted Vers’ hole. I hold him there. He squirms—and his tonguing make Tatted Vers pant. I let him go so I can fuck him once more. The guys switch. The Host gets into the sling. Tatted Vers pulls the Host’s head into that awkward angle, so you can suck while lying in a sling. I eat out the Host’s ass and give him the first fuck of the party. He is such a small man, that I always feel like I am stretching his hole way out. He loves it and tells me to fuck him harder. Tatted Vers goes looking for cock. I fuck and fuck. I rim him. “Can you taste the loads I took this afternoon?” I can’t—but I groan at the idea. It makes me fuck him harder on the next round. A man walks in. Late 30’s, shaved head, medium height. Latin. And hung. Think my cock with a foreskin. He grins at us and dives into the Host’s ass the moment I offer it. He fucks him. Hard and fast. I clean his cock, working my tongue under his foreskin. Maybe now I can taste those afternoon loads. Or at least I like to think so. He goes back to fucking the Host. Then it’s my turn. I fuck. Latin Top thinks a moment—then cleans my cock just as I did his. He likes it. We do it to each other all night whenever we share a hole… * The party has topped at seven men. The young man has totally co-opted Thick Top—who plays with no one else the rest of the night. I do see the young man get fucked briefly by another guy with a gut—Tatted Vers. I go back upstairs. Latin Top pulls out of the Host, now on the bed. The Host says he needs to check in with the others downstairs. Latin Top moves to me. He pulls me into an embrace. His hands go around me and he begins to slide his hand down to my ass. His finger finds my hole. “Let me fuck you.” I decline, nicely, I think. He’s surprised. That cock, just like mine, is so often a ticket into other tops. “I like to get fucked occasionally,” he tells me. “But I can’t take you.” I suggest the rimseat as there is no one else upstairs. I go under and eat his hole. He loves this. He jerks his big cock all the time I am reaming him out. We stop when the Host and Hairy Top come upstairs. Hairy Top decides to bottom the moment he sees Latin Top’s cock. I fuck the host. The men are both on their backs side by side on the bed. Holding hands. We plow into our two holes. Latin Top looks over at me. “Switch?” We do. It’s been years since I was up Hairy Top. It’s great to fuck him again—especially after he’s been opened up by another man of size. He grins up at me. I fuck him hard—until Latin Top says to switch back… * It’s late. Tatted Vers is on the bed lying face down. Latin Top is up him. And plowing like he wants to get off. I stand near them. There is no way Tatted Vers can suck my cock, he needs to have every thought on how to service the big cock in his ass. Latin Top slows down his anal assault. I think he’s about to offer me the hole. Instead, he says, “Finger me.” I lube up a finger and slide into him as he fucks. “More.” I give him two. “Just fuck me!” I get up on the bed, between the two sets of legs there. Latin Top stops fucking as I enter him. He moans loudly. I slide into him far easier than I expect. I hold in place. “Fuck yourself,” I tell him. “Into him and back on me.” I stay still letting him do just that. I can feel he’s getting close. He picks up the speed. He is pummeling the bottom and his own ass on the back stroke. Suddenly he shoots, driving into the ass under him. I take the moment for a couple of hard strokes. I gasp. I am shooting inside him. Spurt after spurt. The Host arrives, just in time to clean two cocks and two asses… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A November Group: "You Dirty Pigs..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 2, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 The next day, a Thursday, I was supposed to have a fisting session, but it fell through. I was horned, and as I didn’t really get off with Kieran, I went to the bookstore. Once again, it proved that you just never know… I sit along the wall in the straight theatre. A guy who always masturbates, but wants no one to touch him, is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He is stroking hard, with his dick inside a rubber so he’ll make no mess. I have a pair of men across from me. One I know well. He is a regular, around my age, tall and thin and fairly good looking. We are no more than nodding acquaintances as he has an eye for younger men. The other is tall, (noticing his long legs sticking under the seat in front of him) and around my age, with a sun or smoker’s weathered face. They both look straight ahead at the video. It takes a couple of minutes for me to realize that Weathered Face has his left hand in the other man’s pants. The guy being stroked has his hands resting on the mound of his pants, almost disguising it. I watch the video and stroke. Now the guy who avoids me, reaches his hand out, grabbing the other man by the back of his neck. He tries to pull him down to suck the cock he’s been stroking. The guy resists. He wrests himself free with a shrug and sit hunched over, looking at the floor. I get up and go next door. A former clerk from here is stroking his big cock to the movie. A handsome man, just younger than myself, watches him. Then he watches me as I take my dick out. The three of us continue to watch the video and each other. No one makes a move. I need to piss. I do myself up and do just that. I go back to the straight side. The cocksucker’s seat is available now. I sit. The two men, side by side, are still there. Now right in front of me. Again, I see the hand go to the back of the other man’s neck. This time he pulls him down into his crotch and I hear the sounds of a wet blowjob. I stroke to the video—and the sounds coming live from the pair of them. Suddenly the man sits up, pushing the arm that held him in place roughly away. He stomps out of the room, zipping his pants. The guy who avoids me goes after him. I inwardly sigh at the drama and concentrate on the action up on the screen. The door opens. It’s the handsome man from next door. He’s white, early 50’s with a touch of gray at the temples on his dark, full head of hair. He is wearing grey sweatpants that bulge obscenely and a matching sweatshirt. He stands next to me. He squeezes himself through the fabric. “Jeez, you’re bigger than that guy over there.” “Only just,” I tell him. He reaches down and touches me. His grip is a little too firm. He let’s go, just as I am about to tell him. He pulls the sweatpants waistband down under his balls. He is sporting a thick seven incher himself. I reach over and guide it into my mouth. “Fuuuuuck….” he croons. The door opens. The man who avoids me is back. He sits along the side wall, watching me suck this man’s cock. The new guy is dripping into my mouth like mad. I give him another two minutes before he blows his load. He groans again. I swallow his sweet, slippery cum a little faster than that. But he is in no hurry to pull out of my mouth. He seems to love the clean up with my tongue. Even my pulling him back into my mouth for a moment to get a final drip that would have stained those sweatpants. He gives my shoulder a grip in thanks—and leaves. The guy who avoids me turns to the video. He kneads his bulge. The door opens. A regular, a man who I either fuck or blow, comes in. He whips out his hardening cock and feeds it to me with nothing more by way of a greeting than a shit-eating grin. I have to work harder with him. He doesn’t always get fully hard, but that doesn’t keep his cum from flowing. My audience of one turns to watch me again, still kneading his groin. The guy I’m sucking takes some poppers and he is suddenly filling my mouth with his seed. He shakes and groans and I get every drop. He lets me clean him up. Then thanks me and takes off. Silence. But the guy is still watching me not the video. “That was an interesting time with the guy sitting next to you,” I venture. He tells me it was arranged online. The guy wanted to be forced to have sex in public. Now it makes more sense to me—as it seemed so out of character for the man sitting here. Eyeing me. “He couldn’t really do it,” he continues. “He was fine when we were alone, but that wasn’t the point…” Suddenly he stands up. “It looks like you know how to suck. Those guys came quick.” He walks back to me and unzips. I have always watched this guy pursue younger men. To the point of stalking. I have never fantasized about doing anything with him. He sticks it in my mouth. He has a nice sized dick, bigger than average, but of a size I can show off my cocksucking skills without fear of teeth. His hands are all over the cropped hair on my head. He strokes it. It feels nice. Then he finds my ears. His fingers are now all over them. And in them. I find it distracting to be finger fucked in my left ear as I’m sucking him. But it’s working for him. He is breathing hard in no time. Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He packs it away and leaves the room. I get up and check the other side. No one. I watch a little more of the straight movie. I can’t find the guy I’ve just sucked. He must be in the arcade, where I never go. The place is empty. I don’t get off. Again. But that’s okay—I am headed to a small house party on the weekend… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Men Sitting Side by Side (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 30, 2023

My Playroom—November, 2023 I came home from the house party entirely sated, truly drained dry. I had done so much with so many. It was the middle of the next week before I felt like sex again. I thought something completely different would be a good change of pace. Kieran, the married man who can slip away midweek, was eager to suck my dick. His mouth is so good and that seemed like the change of pace I needed after all the fucking I did in Chicago. He arrived right at 1:00pm. Kieran likes to play early and get home before the wife arrives back at the house. He went right downstairs and stripped off. He’s a bear—with a great hairy chest. The wild beard had been trimmed into submission—but it will still feel good on my balls. I have not bothered to get dressed after my shower this morning. I am naked but for my clean(ish) jock, boots and wristband the moment I take off my robe… “Let me get that big cock wet.” He sits on the bed. I move in, my cock swelling under the jock pouch. He breaths deep—and almost immediately gets to the main course by pulling back the fabric. My cock all but slaps him in the face. He grabs it and takes it deep into his mouth. I love how he sucks cock. Great suction. A roving tongue. At total ease with deep throating my full length—and only choking on it when he wants to do it. My balls are being massaged by the beard right now—but soon it is his tongue. He leaves them wet and dripping, going back to licking my piss slit. Suddenly, he pulls off me, holding the base of my cock in his hand. “Fuck me?” I inwardly sigh. I was kind of hoping not to go there, after the failure of his last clean out attempt. Cleaning for his favorite toy and for my dick (and then back to tongue) is a very different thing… He moves to the bench and gets into position. I eat his ass. For a long time. My cock is more eager to fuck than my brain. I grease my dick up as I lick the valley between the two full butt cheeks and then drill into the hole. I stand and work myself in. I make a conscious effort not to do too deep. I fuck him. “So full,” he groans, though only three quarters of my cock is in him. I pull out. He’s clean. I relax and make him do some ATM. Kieran loves this—it makes him feel ‘dirty’ and ‘used’ as he told me after our first session. ‘Like those sluts in porn…’ I bring my cock back to his ass. I glide in easily. And I forget—I give him every inch. I fuck for a bit—and pull out. Things seem fine. I towel down my dick to make sure. I go back to the bed. I really want to get off in his mouth today. I spread my legs and he crawls between them. He spends a long time sucking my cock and licking my balls. Twice I think I am close enough to shoot, but can’t quite get over the hump to do it. At his eager suggestion, we move to the sling. I hang a chain from the cross piece above, giving him something else to hold onto. I kind of like that fact that the sling still feels so foreign to him. He rolls back and I get his ankles into the stirrups. I kneel to rim. It’s not happening. Something smells off. Instead, I use the eggheaded toy on him. He takes it with much panting, his eyes glued to the mirror above. It comes out clean—so my dick goes into him. I fuck, not too deeply. Then it’s the toy again. On a whim, I add my dick with it and he takes it easily. I fuck without it. I use the butt plug. He loves when it’s fully inserted and I pound the heel of my hand on the base. I fuck him again—but I still don’t want my face fully down there. Now I pull out some graduated balls that are not connected with string, but made into a firm latex toy between the every increasingly sized orbs. He takes it. I don’t go deep. “Fuck me with that thing.” I do. In and out. I stand. I add my cock to this toy, too. Something I have never done before. With anyone. I like the feel of the smooth balls under my cock. I fuck him again. I sense his hole is wearing out and I don’t want it to go bad. I try to cum. But my trigger is always eating that fucked hole. Suddenly, I grunt and pound into him. I know my ‘I’m cumming’ moves quite well. Yeah, I fake the orgasm. Looking in the mirror, my face contorts beautifully. I would have believe it, too. Kim has no interest in getting off himself. “I’ll do that once I get home—and I’m not so stretched out. He showers—and takes off… * I am not sure how to progress with Kieran. He had no interest in doing another rinse the first time this happened. This time, there was no actual mess, but it still changed everything about our session. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kieran's Mouth...and Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 28, 203

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

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

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

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” I grunt an affirmative. I pull out of the anonymous guy. My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head. I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking. He eats the hole, hungrily. It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me. I kneel and slurp at his hole. I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum. I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep. A get a few more drips. I want more. I stand up and fuck him. This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke. Zane groans. The other man groans. I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt. I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue… * I stay in the basement. I am treated to ass of every age and every color. There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling. He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts. There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed. He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked. I love watching his dick move with my pumping. I am making it drool. I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck. There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier. This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking. There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair. He is on all fours. He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass. I am the fifth. He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum. I do what he asks. I slam into his hairy ass cheeks. He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed. I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock. Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock. I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it. The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again. “Do me first. I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner. He kneels. I eat his ass for just a moment. I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock. “Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM. “Yes, give me your dick.” I enter him for the first time ever. The extra cum makes me slide in easily. The guy takes my dick like a champ. His tiny partner watches in awe. Soon he kneels next to him. His ass up, mirroring his partner. They kiss. I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM. Both of them groan. I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner. “Give it to us both…” I do. Back and forth. Repeatedly. One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum. I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more. I pull out. Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other… * I find Zane at the sling. He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night. “You know I love top ass,” he grins. I nod. “Oh, I shot my load in ____.” He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. I smile. I know he can still take dick after cumming. He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement. It is not quite so crowded now. Men are getting off and going upstairs for food. The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. I nod. He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room. I go over. “Give me some more of that great dick.” I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again. I can taste cum. He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table. I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him. Though some I drool down onto my dick. I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him. He grunts. He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking. I am fucking him harder now. My hips seem to have a mind of their own. I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers. He hands me the open bottle. I take a hit without thinking about it. I hand it back to him. He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me. Fuck! I begin pummeling his ass. I am sure I am going to blow my load. I can’t stop thrusting. In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole. Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more. Cum is oozing out of him. I lick it up and swallow. I stand up. I am driven to fuck. I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load. Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him. I shake and hold onto the chains. He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso. He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 24, 2023

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

Chicago—November, 2023 Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago. (It always pays to fuck the host!) The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life. (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.) I was excited. I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week. I arrived in the late afternoon. I usually help with the last minute set up, but that task had been done earlier in the day by other attendees. I had brought the rimseat, as it was the one piece of sex equipment the hosts didn’t have in their four floors of beds and slings and massage tables. Zane and I got that set up and I took a nap, to be ready for the evening… I actually sleep. I feel weight on the bed—and now on me. Zane is naked and crawling on top of me. I am just in my jock. He has pulled back the cover and his hairy body is grinding against me. I am fully awake now. My cock strains against the pouch of the new, clean-ish, jock. But Zane doesn’t want my cock. Not now. He pulls my left arm above my head and begins huffing my pit. I use antiperspirant when I am working with others, but I have had a full week since the end of that job. He licks and moans and brings the taste of my slightly ripe pit to my mouth. We kiss, tongues active and deep in each other. He breaks it only to bury his face in the other pit. We kiss again. He slides down and to the floor, kneeling by the bed. Instinctively I spread my legs. I know what he wants. He moves in and just breathes the scent of my balls, now 12 hours from the morning shower. They have had 10 hours encased in my tight 501’s. He groans. He does a few tentative licks and comes up to kiss me again. “This is your wake-up call,” he whispers. “I’m going to go clean up.” I get ready, adding boots and my wrist cuff. I’ve brought my chaps in case the house feels cool, but I opt to go without them. I do add my harness. I have packed a lunch for dinner—so I have the energy to fuck. Zane leaves the shower and gets a little more dressed than I, as he has to be on call to welcome the men and serve drinks. I brush my teeth as the doorbell rings with the first attendees. I walk down and find a bottle of water. Men, fully dressed, are milling around and talking loudly as they sip a cocktail or their bottle of beer. I walk around a little, feeling too undressed, too soon. I go back up the stairs and wait. There are bound to be men who skip the social side and want to fuck. I just need to wait a moment. Two naked pigs arrive to fuck on the king size bed. One is the man who took the DP so early in the party last time. He is so wrapped up in the man he is about to stick his long, thin cock into, he doesn’t even notice me. He pushes the young bottom face down and dives into licking his ass. The are so into each other, I don’t add in. Instead, I go down two flights to the basement. This is what I need. Eight men, naked but for jocks or a harness or both are fucking on the large bed in the middle of the room. One of the two slings is busy, too. Other men are on the huge couch in the corner, some making out and some sucking cock. The age range here is from 28 to 78. I feel young looking at one of the daddy tops ramming his large cock into a hot 30-something. I walk to the bed. One man, white and 40-ish, is being drilled by a stud around his age. He motions me over and takes my hardening cock into his mouth. This makes his top fuck him harder. He drives the man forward—making him swallow more of my dick. “You want a turn?” asks the Top. I nod. He pulls out and the bottom spins around. I sink to my knees and rim his wet hole. The Top is now being treated to a clean up by the bottom. I stand up and have my first of countless fucks that night. I plow him hard, making him bounce farther down on the cock in his mouth, just as the Top had done for me. The couple next to me disengage. The bottom stays on the bed, watching my cock pummel the man. He squirms under the bottom and begins licking the underside of my cock as I fuck. Occasionally, I pull out and give him the opportunity to clean me thoroughly before I continue the fuck. Soon it’s the licker’s turn to get fucked. He does so as he sucks a Black bear. I fuck, my hips slapping his full ass—and soon suggest he turn around for the other man. He does. He cleans me and also sucks on the dick of a new arrival. I work my way around the bed. Fucking four different asses—all welcoming and wanting more later. It’s a dog pile of naked men—all races, all ages. I stop and step away, finding my water bottle and taking a deep draw on it. I am standing between the bed and the empty sling. A very handsome white guy, maybe 35 is sucking the dick of a bearded daddy, just younger than myself. The daddy touches my arm and tugs me towards them. My wet dick is presented to the man on his knees. “Suck that big dick,” says the daddy. The young man is more than happy to—and he’s good. He holds the dick heads of the two of us together and goes back and forth, mouthing the sides of our cocks. Now me, now the Daddy. We turn slightly so he can try to take both of us into his mouth at the same time. The Daddy moves off after a bit. I am left with the handsome guy. He stands up. He is as tall as I am and just as lean. His hard seven incher is sticking out of neon green underwear. I go down to my knees and suck his thinner cock to the base. He moans. I give him head for a few minutes. My hands are on his slim ass, still covered by the underwear. I work it down so I can knead his bare ass cheeks. He moans again, liking that his underwear is now around his ankles. I turn him, my hands on his hips, so I can taste his ass. Now he groans. He leans against a beam supporting the floor above and grinds his ass into my tongue and beard. I can’t get enough of his hot ass on my face. He straightens, turns and pulls me up into a kiss. As we finally break it, he murmurs “I was going to top for the first half of the night, but I want his dick.” My finger finds his saliva-soaked pucker. I work just the tip into him. “Be really slow with that thing.” He turns and braces himself against the post. “Would you relax more in the sling?” He would and does. He gets in expertly, slipping his ankles into the stirrups before I can help. I kneel again and rim him one more time. His cheeks are hairless. There is just a slight dusting of blond hair in his crack. It only becomes visible when I soak it. I stand up and work my cock head into him. He huffs poppers and I sink into him easily. I stay still and lock eyes with him. He holds my gaze. As the poppers hit, he nods and I begin a slow fuck. He smiles, his eyes focused on who knows what above us. “Pound me.” I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make the chains rattle. I slow down and pull out. “Let me suck it,” he groans. I give him my cock to clean. I move back between his legs. I rim his now dripping hole. He was either loaded before he came to the party or he’s a great self luber. I feast on his hole. Zane arrives, now naked but for a jock. I let him take a turn rimming the guy, too. We kneel side by side and feast on this guy’s juices, occasionally kissing each other. I go back and fuck him. Zane moves around and feeds the guy in the sling his dick as I do it. I pull out once more and rim the Neon Underwear. Zane crawls under the sling so he can lick my cock. This time when I stand up to fuck, Zane moves behind me. I can feel his breath on my ass. I fuck slowly, so he can lick at my ass crack. He stops as he feels me pick up the tempo of the fuck. The guy in the sling has been jerking his cock. He stops now and asks for a break. “Or I’ll shoot way too soon,” he grins. I help him out. Zane grabs my arm. “Let’s go use the rimseat.” We go up two flights. There is a dogpile of fucking men on the big bed. We ignore them. “Who goes under first?” he asks. “I will.” And I do. I lie down. Zane shuts the seat and sits his very furry butt on my face. It’s an amazing contrast after the smooth one. I eat happily, licking the man I know I will soon be fucking. Zane stands up, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there. I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me. I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision. “Now eat my hole!” (Lots more to come!) I will publish a new part each day. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 20, 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is a great fuck. Thanks!