FelchingPisser

Jackson—October, 2023 On the evening of the last post, I went to bed horned. As I was stripping down, I considered starting a new devil’s dick, but, dammit, I wanted to do some live breeding or feeding. The moment I woke up the next morning I knew I was going to have sex—or at least look for it. I went in search of it to the bookstore with the new play area of cubicles, gloryholes and the medical exam table. I timed my arrival for just after lunch. It was a Sunday and I had no idea if that was a typically busy day in this venue or not… I walk in the lounge and make the tour. No sex is happening, but there are likely half a dozen men watching the various screens scattered around the walls. I sit in a corner and pull out my dick. My cock springs to life before I can even manhandle it to attention. “You want that sucked?” I turn towards the man who has approached me. He is rather below average height, white, and bearded. His beard gives him a slight resemblance to Jacob. I nod to him and he kneels, pulling his own cock out to stroke, once he’s down there. He gives me good head, if not exceptional. More suction and deep throating than any interesting tongue action. He slows down and then comes up for air. “I’m a top, but I gotta tell you that is a great cock.” He stands, showing off his own now very hard seven inches. “I’d love to see you fuck with that mother.” I lean forward and suck him for a bit. Using all my tongue tricks. We agree we would both love to a share a bottom. He goes off—and I stroke my very wet cock. “Let me help with that.” A white man around my age, with a shaved head, and an elfin grin goes to his knees without really waiting for a response from me. He’s great. He knows all the tricks to get me dripping. He pulls off me and looks up: “You need to fuck me with this thing.” “Do you like showing off? I bet the exam table’s free.” He grins and leads the way to the back room. Along the way I motion Bearded Boy to follow us. His eyes light up as he sees Shaved Head strip down—he must know him. Shaved Head sits on the table, start naked. I get his ankles on the metal stirrups. He leans back and gets his ass in place. Every hair on that man has decided to grow below his waist. His legs are slightly hairy, but his butt is a jungle. I can’t believe my luck. I kneel and begin eating him out. I hear Bearded Boy stick his dick in Shaved Head’s mouth. Shaved Head’s ass is responding to my tongue. The pucker has opened more and more as I lick and spit. I am getting all the hair around his now slightly gaping hole, very wet. “Fuck him with that big dick,” say Bearded Boy. I force myself to stand up. I slap my cock on SH’s exposed balls. And push into his hole. He stops sucking to concentrate on his ass—welcoming my dick inside him. “That is so hot,” BB grunts out—before thrusting his cock back into SH’s mouth. I pick up speed. The table has a slight rock to it when I reach a really hard driving tempo. This makes other men gather in the door to watch us. None of them come very close—but I always love an audience. I fuck him some more, before pulling out and changing places with BB. Bearded Boy doesn’t taste my handiwork, he just fucks into the wet hole I’ve opened. I am thrilled that SH wants to taste his ass on my cock. I watch BB fuck. He is driving very fast into the hairy ass. I wonder if he’s going to shoot. He suddenly pulls out and takes off. He has given no outward sign he shot, so I go back and taste the hole he’s just fucked. I can’t tell, but I think he may have loaded him. My tongue roots around in him for a long time. I finally stand up and fuck. I still can’t tell if I am fucking in load or just a very wet ass. Either way he feels terrific. Another man, around my age and height come over from the crowd. “Is he taking any dick?” I look at Shaved Head. “Fuck, yes!” he groans. The new man unzips and strokes himself to hardness. He is around the same size as BB. I pull out and let the older man fuck Shaved Head. “Damn, you feel good…” the new guy moans. I slap my wet dick against SH’s cheek. His attention is all on the cock in his hole right now, so I don’t force the issue. In moments, the older guy shoots. He pulls out gingerly. I kneel and, to his delighted surprise, clean his cock. Then I dig into Shaved Head’s creamy ass. I find some stray cum on his puffy ass lips and lick it up. I dig deeper, but can’t find any more semen. Again, I fuck him hard. I am thinking I might shoot. “Can I take a little break?” I’m surprised, but help him up. He gets dressed—and actually takes off… * I am in the main area here. I see a man in true biker leathers enter. He makes a beeline for one of the cubicles with a glory hole. I go up on the slurp ramp and feed him my cock. He sucks me moaning and grunting. Suddenly he stops. I’m sure, from his sounds, he’s shot his own load all over the fresh plywood of the booth. * I sit in front of a gay screen. I get head from a regular here. He suck me until he is close to shooting himself. He knows to stand up and feed me. A new man, around my age, has come in, catches my eye and goes to the medical exam table. He is stripped naked before I can get there. “Fuck me raw, man,” he says as he sits on the table. He does not need my help to get his feet in the front stirrups. I don’t even eat his hole—I just push in. “Yeah,” he groans, “fuck me raw, but don’t cum in me.” I fuck him. But barely. He enjoys it, but my cock is no longer really hard, knowing that I can’t cum. I pull out after a brief fuck and go to wash up, assuming I will have to find a hot cocksucker. I come out of the restroom—and there is Shaved Head. “I had to go let out the dog,” he says. “Did you want to breed me?” I tell him about that guy on the medical table, telling me not to shoot in him—after I was already in. SH head calls it a bait and switch. The two men seem to be rivals for cock here. We go to one of the cabanas. Again, he strips. He kneels on the bench. I go to my knees and taste his hairy ass and the load (loads?) once more. He groans and does poppers. I stand up and insert. My cock glides home on the extra lube of saliva added to the cum and ass jizz. I fuck him slowly. Wanting to savor the moment. I do—for about 30 seconds. My cock takes over. I can’t help begin the fuck that will unload my balls. My hips slap into his hairy globes. Slow down, I tell myself. Savor it. I force myself to pull out and tongue him once more. He passes his poppers back to me. I take a one nostril quick sniff and know I need to breed. Now. Not in thirty seconds. Right now. I stand up and slip back into his juicy hole. “Give my your cum!” he groans. I last maybe six or eight more strokes before I blast into him. A huge load built up over days… “Don’t move. Give me every last drop…” I’m not going anywhere… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Every Last Drop (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 22, 2023

Me, too, actually. Wish I could a little easier--though it is great for long fuck sessions!

Near Home—September, 2023 September had been a very good month for my sex life. I had had all sorts of variety at the bookstore, the wet session with GaryM and other varied one on one sessions in my playroom. On the last day of the month, just a couple of days after the last trip, I hurried back to the bookstore for more… I park. A man gets out of the car next to me. He is young, Black and hot as fuck. His tall and lanky frame has disappeared into the store before I can get out of the car. He is nowhere to be seen as I pay my admission. I go into the straight theatre. He is the back row talking to a woman. I sit to the side and look again through the dim light. No, he’s talking to the Latino who’s lately taken to crossdressing—and he is in full regalia tonight: Wig, crop trop, cheerleader skirt. He hands the gorgeous guy something. The guy unzips. He pulls out a cock that is Keshawn’s size. He rolls the condom on it as the Latino bends, lubing his ass with a jar of something. Then he adds some more. The gorgeous guy inserts. Roughly. Making the Latino yelp. He fucks into him three times. And pulls out, taking the now full condom off his deflating dick. Three strokes—really. And nary a grunt as he shot. Both men leave. I move to the cocksucker’s seat (which they had stood in front of) and sit. I stroke, all by myself for a very long time. A man around my age comes in. He stands next to me. He is mid-height, white, and slightly scruffy looking. He pulls out a six incher with a pronounced upwards curve. He strokes as we both watch the video. And each other. “You suck?” “Sure.” “Would you suck me?” “Sure.” But he makes no move to give it to me. He just strokes. A little later: “You like dick in your mouth?” “Yes.” “You wanna suck my cock?” “If that’s what you want…” And once again he goes back to stroking. Still later: “Cocksucker?” “Seemingly not tonight, I’m not.” He turns and really looks at me. And shoves his cock in my mouth. It erupts. He instantly goes super sensitive and can’t be cleaned up by tongue. He wraps his cock in at least three tissues before stuffing it into a pair of once white undershorts, zips up and is gone. The Latino comes back, all feminine gear gone. He stands next to me. “That was quite a cock you took,” I say. “It hurt. Bad.” I guess it was good thing it was the shortest fuck I have ever witnessed. “But it made me horny,” he contines. He digs his uncut cock out of his fly. “You want?” I shrug and take him. He is horny. It’s another all but instant ejaculation. “Now I can get home,” he sighs. And does. I stroke. Wondering why I came back tonight. The Spitter arrives. He sits next to me. He sucks me for a good 15 minutes. I am treated to some good head and a veritable lake of spittle between my boots. While I was being sucked, a hot white man, new to me, leans against the wall and watches. He is totally bald, likely around 50 and in good shape. He pulls out a generous dick and strokes it. I nod to him, hoping I can suck it as The Spitter works on me. He comes closer. As The Spitter gets to his feet, the Bald man takes off. I stay and stroke my now very wet dick. Bald man returns. He strokes. I wonder if he will give in and let me suck it. We stroke. He inches over. And once again he flees, this time as the door opens for a straight regular. I stroke. Bald man is back. He is just as close. He turns away from me and pulls the waistband of his pants down, revealing the top of a beautiful hairy butt. Well, fuck! I can’t believe my luck. I stand up—and he is out the door. I do up my pants and think he’s in the preview booths for he wants privacy. Nope. I go into the gay cinema. Empty. I head to the restroom as it is at the door to the arcade, in case he went in there. I wait. But he’s gone. I sigh. I give up and go home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: You Just Never Know... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 20, 2023

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Near Home—September, 2023 A Friday afternoon at the end of the month—and I’m bored. So, it’s off to the bookstore… I am sitting off to the side in the straight theatre. The shaved head man (who usually works the room with his partner, both sucking as much cock as possible) approaches. He is on his own today. He gives me five minutes of great head—a great warm up for a busy afternoon. Just as I feel he wants to move on, a man who has to be over 70 approached me. He’s taken his Viagra. I have never touched a harder cock. “Suck it. Please,” he whispers. I take him in my mouth while the man between my legs stays in place when he sees what’s happening. Having someone on my dick as I suck is always good. The super hard cock does not have much staying power. I am swallowing his load in just a few minutes. The sucker and the suckee both go out the door together. Another man approaches. He is a little younger. His cock will not get hard. And I keep finding lint on my tongue. I make my excuses and leave. In the gay theatre I see Big Balls #1 from a few visits ago. He is in the cocksucker’s chair and putting it to good use. A large man with a small dick is receiving head from Big Balls. I love watching how enthusiastic Big Balls is about cock as he sits there with his shorts and underwear around his ankles. When he’s aware of me, he pulls his own cock out from under the long T-shirt. It’s only semi-hard—I kneel to fix that. My mouth gets him hard—and this seems to make him even more active with the cock in his own mouth. The guy in Big Ball’s mouth is enjoying the show as much as the blowjob. I remember Big Balls likes fingers up his ass. I spit on my middle finger and begin toying with his pucker. This causes him to groan and slide forward slightly to give me easier access. I don’t stop working his wide cock head with my tongue as my finger glides into his ass. Big Balls groans. The guy he’s blowing starts to fuck his face. I work a second finger up him. He groans again, around the stubby cock pummeling his face. And now three fingers…Big Balls groans—and makes the guy shoot who’s fucking his face. The moment the face fucker climaxes, Big Balls shoots in my mouth, too. Perfect timing. The two spent men leave. I go piss and come back to the gay theatre. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. There is a new man here who I’ve never seen before. He is tall, maybe 35, and wearing jeans and a plain white Tee. His skin tone looks even darker next to the very white fabric. He nods to me, standing by the side wall. I nod back. He takes his dick out the moment I start stroking mine. He is well hung. “You have me beat,” he says softly. I would have said we had the same amount of cock—until it is in my mouth. Now I know he’s not as big around as me—as I am not worried about my teeth on him. The door opens. The guy pulls out of me and covers himself up. A regular comes in and sits. The guy in the white Tee moves into the back corner. I leave my chair and kneel before him. Now I really have a better angle to suck. And lick his fragrant balls. The hair is so kinky here—and profuse. I leave his nuts very wet as I go back to his cock. He stops me for a second to unfasten his jeans and pull them down to his knees. His designer jock follows. My free left hand instantly cups his butt cheek. It’s a lovely bubble butt. Not particularly hairy. My finger worms its way into his ass crack. He inhales deeply, the moment I touch his pucker. And his cock drools a single drop of precum on my tongue. He groans. I take it as an affirmative, that he wants my finger up his butt. And he does. He pushes back on it, fucking himself as I hold my hand in place. His cock is even harder now. In moments, I am taking another load down my throat. I really want to give him my number so we can fuck properly, but he is out of the room, the moment I stand up and his pants are pulled up. I go back to the cocksucker’s seat. The man who came in is a guy I used to fuck bare. Now he wants a condom if we fuck. He always strips naked here—and he is sitting there, totally nude but for socks, on the chair. He sucks my cock. Then we reverse. I stay in my chair and he stands, feeding me his semi hard dick. Inspired by the work of my fingers earlier, I start playing with his ass as I suck. He takes the middle. “More…” he groans. I add a second. He shudders as if he is orgasming, but no ejaculate flows out of him. But he’s done and thanks me before dressing and taking off… * I am back on the straight side. A white guy, with crude jail house tats, is leaning against the wall, eyeing my dick. “You fuck?” I eagerly say yes. He hands me a Magnum before dropping his pants and bending over in front of me, using the back of a bench for support. I roll the condom on and lube up. I slide in. The door opens. A one-time regular, who I haven’t seen in years, comes in. He watches and strokes his ebony cock to the fuck. I fuck the tatted guy hard. He is stroking to my fuck rhythm. I can sense he will get off quickly—and he does—dropping a big load on the linoleum. “That was hot,” says the man watching. He sits next to me and we chat as no one else is in the room. He tells me he was here again, for the first time since the pandemic, about a week ago. A Hispanic guy had rimmed him. “I’d never thought I like a tongue on my ass. But it was good. Do you rim?” I smile and tell him I have rimmed a few men… He drops his pants. He bends in the same position as the guy I just fucked. I rim his butt. He groans. “So much better…” he mutters. I keep going. And he doesn’t let me stop. I stand up and slap my hard cock against his ass. He spins away from me, making it clear that a fuck isn’t happening. I stretch my legs and do round two on his ass. Then round three. My tongue is tired and I know my neck will be feeling it tonight. I finally tell him I need to stop. I am surprised that my engorged dick is barely even noticed by him. He pulls up his pants and leaves. I stroke. No one is around. The door opens. I recognize the man who enters. He’s white, likely 45 to 50 and a body that was once ripped now showing signs of neglect. He loves my cock… “Sir, can you throat fuck me?” I nod. I stand up as he kneels. My cock slaps his face. “I’ve been eating ass and stroking,” I tell him. “Open your mouth.” He does and I push into him. He knows what he’s doing. I hold still for a long time and let him enjoy feeling my cock in his mouth. “You don’t usually get my load, do you?” He grunts. I begin to face fuck him. “You always ask for it right after I arrive.” I pick up the pace. “Well, not today.” He groans around my dick. “I’ve sucked a lot of cock too.” I fuck his mouth. “I swallowed three loads.” He grunts his approval or shock. I can’t tell. “I fucked a guy and ate another guy’s ass.” I pull out and slap his cheeks again. My cock is now coated with his deep throat slime and I leave snail trails on his cheeks. I push back into his mouth. “You want my cum?” This grunt is definitely affirmative. I grab and his ears and fuck without mercy. I know he can take it. The harder I fuck, the more he loves it. I can see that he’s hard and straining through his pants. And I’m there. “Take it,” I bark out. “Take my cum.” I shoot at least four volleys of seed down his throat before I’m too sensitive for his mouth. I pull out and smear the last spurt on his face. He thanks me. Profusely. I can’t be sure—but I think I have made him shoot in his pants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fingering His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 18, 2023

Near Home—September, 2023 It took a few days to get horny again after sending GaryM home with the seven loads from the devil’s dick, one fresh load and a ton of piss, all deep in his ass. But I did. I went to the bookstore on the next Saturday afternoon, a day on which I don’t go as often. But I wanted to see if there were fresh faces there on a different day… I go into the straight theatre. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. In moments, the air is electric with potential sex. There are two men leaning against the back wall near me. Suddenly one of them goes way down front—the usual sign of ‘I don’t want sex, I want to stroke in peace.’ But that’s not it at all. The rather tubby man goes to his knees and begins sucking the only man in the front row of seats. I haul out my cock and stroke. The remaining man on the wall, kneads his crotch as he watches the sex on the screen and in person. The door bangs open. It is the man I think of as The Spitter. He sucks really well, but he constantly spits out any precum he might have gotten from you and copious amounts of his own spittle. He pushes into the space on the wall between me and the guy groping himself. “Let me suck you,” he whispers. I am not ready for the floor around my feet to become a lake of spittle. I decline, telling him to check back with me later. He goes off, back to the arcade. The guy on the wall is showing no signs he wants anything but to watch. I stroke a little harder as we hear the cumshot from down in front. Those men zip up and leave, crossing paths with another regular, the guy who can’t keep the popper bottle away from his nose. He stands beside me, unzips and offers his semi-hard to me. I suck the guy—more to let the Groper know I suck cock, than thinking I will get much from the man in my mouth. True to form, the bottle is there constantly. He never gets very hard. Soon, he moves around to suck me. Now I could care less if he keeps huffing as he sucks, for he’s really good. The man on the wall likes having sex happen next to him. He unzips, his eyes never leaving the mouth on my cock. He pulls out a nice sized dick. It’s been made clear I suck, too, but he wants to just jerk to me being serviced. In moments, he wastes a massive load on the floor. He leaves, passing a thick set man who is entering. He is likely 40+, white and burly. He’s no beauty—but he immediately pulls out a thick dick with a downward curve and sticks it in my mouth. “Suck my dick, cocksucker.” His words are loud in the theatre. It makes the Huffer work faster on me. The curved cock is a mouthful, but the curve makes it easier to get him down my throat. He grunts out his pleasure as I pull off him and lick his balls. The Spitter comes back in the room. I pull the Huffer off my dick and push him towards Curved Cock. He willing gives the new dick his best effort. The Spitter falls to his knees and sucks me down. Everyone is happy to be just where they are for a long time. Eventually, the Spitter gets to try Curved Cock and the Huffer goes back on my dick, kneeling in the lake of spittle at my boots. He takes my full length down my throat. He groans and his semi hard cock drools out a load into the sea of spittle on the floor. He leaves, sticking his slimy dick into his shorts with no clean up. Curved Cock pulls The Spitter off his dick. “I want to suck some myself.” I can’t believe my good fortune. He kneels on the wet floor and takes me into his mouth. He is not an accomplished cock sucker, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. The Spitter, who never feeds, goes out, leaving us alone. Now the two of us alternate on each other. Back and forth. When his knees get tired, I go back to deep throating that hot curve, kneeling myself on the wet floor. In moments, Curved Cock stands up, brings my head with him in his meaty hands and begins to fuck my face. I think he’s going to blow. But he’s not quite there. “I hate to ask it, but could I lick your pits?” In a heartbeat, I stand up and strip off the army shirt with the buttoned pockets for lube. Then the sweatshirt under it. I raise my arm. My right pit is especially fragrant, and he licks it like an animal in heat. He strokes himself all the time he coats my underarm hair with his saliva. “You swallow, man?” “Of course.” “I want to feed you my load.” I kneel. He slaps my cheeks with his leaking cock. He strokes some more as I lick his balls again. The smell of this nut sack is intoxicating. Maybe hotter than his dick in my mouth. Without a word he rears back and sticks his cock in my mouth. He pumps into me half a dozen times before he pulls out. His hand strokes out the load—shooting it directly into my mouth. It tastes just like his balls smelled…and I shoot between his boots before I clean him up… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four on the Floor (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 16, 2023

My Playroom—September, 2023 It was a given that GaryM, after our first hot session, would return to the playroom. I think both of us were surprised that it happened quite so fast after the first. But we were both horned and eager to try more. We chatted a little by email about what direction we would like to take things. Many fetish ideas were discussed, but I couldn’t get out of my head how I really wanted to wet his hole with piss before a long rim session… GaryM arrives. The nervousness he felt last time is now under control. He is eager to get downstairs—and I am fine with that, as I have been tanking up for his arrival. He strips down and kneels on the hard concrete floor, the eagerness to get to get my cock in his mouth overriding the comfort of the padded floor just a few inches away. He inhales, his nose pressed against my jock pouch. I have gotten the very used jock out of its baggie, still smelling mostly of Keshawn. I hadn’t gotten it in the mail yet, so a wet session with GaryM will be a bonus for my Jockstrap Bud. GaryM sighs—and then groans as I tell him that the jock pouch had been pushed up Keshawn’s cummy ass. He tongues it, making it wet and even more fragrant. My cock is now poking out the side. I pull away slightly, and guide the head of my prick into his mouth. He takes me hungrily, tonguing my dripping piss slit. He stays there a long time before swallowing down most of shaft. He chokes slightly and pulls back before taking my entire length on the next try. I let him set his own pace with the cocksucking. He’s really good and I just close my eyes and let him go to town. I remember my full bladder. I have to concentrate, but I spurt out a splash of piss. GaryM’s groan of surprise (and lust) is music to my ears. He stops the deep throat action and licks my entire shaft to clean it up. “Get up on the bench.” He gets up and assumes the position. In the mirror to the side of the bench, he watches me kneel and begin to rim his hole. My tongue loves the fact that this ass lips are already slightly swollen. I suck on them for a long time before I stand up and piss on them. GaryM groans and I get back on my knees and clean up his dripping mancunt. I stand up and rub my cockhead on his hole. His ass is so ready for the invader. I push in. The head pops through his sphincter. I try to pause, but I feel drawn in. In seconds, the entire shaft of my cock is inside him. GaryM begins to squeeze, milking my cock, before I even begin the fuck. I start a slow, languid, in and out. GaryM moans softly. “Fuck me…” I build the tempo up. Faster than I mean to—I can’t help it. I am slamming into him. Over and over, breathing a little hard. And, abruptly, I pull out and piss all over his ass crack. The moment the stream lets up, I go to my knees and slurp it up. Noisily. I stand and rub my cock up and down the still wet crack. I take it to his mouth. He groans again and begins tasting his juices and my piss smeared all over my cock. “Get my balls too, they’re covered.” He happily obliges before I go back and fuck him again and again… * We move to the sling. But I’m in it, not him. I really want him to rim me every bit as much as I know he wants to do it. I keep my legs up on the chains and watch him kneel, loving the hunger in his eyes. He starts slowly, with light licks on my balls, and then trails down to my hole. He burrows in—and I uncap the poppers I use only for moments like this. His tongue suddenly feels like it is everywhere. I am floating above the sling and letting him do what he seemingly loves best— to bury his tongue in man’s ass. I have encouraged him to piss on my crack, but that doesn’t happen this time. But neither of us care, he drills into me one moment, before going back to the gentlest tonguing of me. “Let me taste my ass on your tongue.” He obediently stands up, leans across me and lets me savor my own flavor in a long, sloppy kiss. He kneels again and burrows into me. I stop stroking and concentrate on trying to piss. And I can—spurting up in the air like a fountain before it rains down on my cock and balls and sluices down my hairy ass crack to GaryM’s eager tongue. He collects it all, swallowing it down. Does he bring some of my piss to my mouth? Perhaps. I am so lost in the moment (and the poppers) I cannot recall… * Eventually we change places. I give him a long ‘thank you’ rimming before a lot of fucking. I try to keep it slow, but my hips take over. I end up giving him a fast and furious fuck. But our minds are on our tongues and the other’s ass. I pull out the rimseat. He goes under it first. I sit and let the seat open my hole a little more for him. He licks and spits and drills into me, doing all the things I have done to countless men. I stand up. He is surprised, I think. I hadn’t sat there for very long at all. I grab the extra mug I have brought down for water. I piss in it. I lean into the sling and pour it down my ass crack. I bring the dripping ass to his mouth. GaryM pigs out. He can’t get enough. His tongue is everywhere, catching every drop of piss he can find. We reverse. He sits on my face. I can now get even deeper into his well-fucked hole. His juices make my cock as hard as it’s ever been. I am constantly jerking and working my precum over my shaft. GaryM suggests he ride me for a moment. He gets up and settles down on my cock. It’s slightly awkward, but the reward of his freshly fucked ass on my tongue is worth it. I savor all the ass slime dripping out of him. We take a break. But my cock wants more ass. We go to the sling. The moment I get his feet in the stirrups, I slip into his hole. I fuck him hard. I fuck him slow. And, just as I am about to speed up again, I realize that I can piss. I slow down. I stop. My cock head swells… “Can you feel it?” He can’t for a moment—and then the unmistakable warmth fills his ass channel. “Fuck…” he croons. I am giving him my entire bladder. I always try to do just spurts when I’m in the playroom, as keeping some in reserve lets me piss more often in the scene. But not now. I just empty myself into him. All of it. His ass, hot before, is now even hotter. I begin fucking, churning my piss deep in his guts. “You want to feed it to me?” Of course he does. We go back to the rimseat. I lie down and he sits on my face. My tongue pokes into him. I get the tiniest dribble. I keep doing it, knowing that the deluge will come with a little more prodding. But no. GaryM is not giving it back to me. But the idea of getting an avalanche of piss in my mouth any moment is making my cock work overtime. I know I need to breed. I tap him on his thighs and tell him to stand. We get him into the sling. I actually rim a little more, as I stroke my cock. I am so damn close to shooting. I stand up and slide into his ass. I can feel the piss he is retaining and fuck into it. And I am there. I fire round after round into his ass. My cum mixing in with my piss… * I am told that he got home (2+ hours of driving) without leaking a drop. He couldn’t wait to masturbate as his cock had not cooperated at my house. His climax came fast which caused him to unleash all the hidden juices in his ass… I am proud to say that he told me he tasted the heady mix of piss, ass jizz and cum…and loved it! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Pissing of GaryM (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 10, 2023 ********* And there's more....My next post: How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick? Sitting in My Out of State Motel Room—October, 2023 About three hours after I sat down and rather quickly wrote up the last post, I literally dropped the pen I was using at this new work gig. I realized I had not mentioned one of the highlights of the play with GaryM. I was more than a little dumbfounded that I could forget it. I make a lot of notes after bookstore or group play: types of men, what I did, the usual where, what and who. I don’t take as many notes after a playroom session. It is more controlled. There is usually just one person. I may make a note of what toys came out or that I have a picture or six on my phone. With GaryM, I was so sated (and tired in the best possible way!!) after our wet session, I made no notes at all. After all, I am now recording things that happened just three weeks ago—why would I need any aides in remembering? I guess it doesn’t matter why I forgot, but it does, perhaps matter what it was that I forgot. During the sling fuck, I excused myself and went upstairs to the freezer. I brought down the devil’s dick I had been working on over the last two weeks. (And mentioned in a couple of posts.) I slipped the condom with about seven frozen loads out of the shot glass. GaryM was eager for that very cold nugget of cum to be in his ass—and perhaps slightly apprehensive. I will let him describe it—from an email of his, wondering why I hadn’t included it: “Once again you most definitely caught the essence of our playdate. I hope your readers understand how the addition of piss to the play can really bring out the animal in each of us as it did for me. Another level of intensity. But I couldn't believe you neglected to mention the devil's dick. Was there a reason or did it just slip your mind? I just know when you shoved that ice cold cum into that furnace I call my hole, it was mind blowing. How quickly it melted and how very different your cock felt as you fucked me in that silky cum. That and the total mind fuck of knowing it was several loads of cum. Then you added your piss and I truly lost my mind in all the sensations. My only regret was that I couldn't feed it all back to you under that rim seat. When that floodgate finally opened later that day and I saw all that cum, piss and ass slime I only wish we could have shared it. You would have loved it.” And it really was great to fuck in my melting cum. It’s fantastic to fuck in anyone’s cum you may find in hot hole, but to feel the drip of the melting semen, returning to its viscid state, is mind blowing. And this one still tasted like cum—no freezer burn! I shared it off my dick for GaryM to lap up—and of course I sampled some as I rimmed him. I added the piss up his ass deliberately to make sure that I would be drinking it as he sat on the rimseat, but his ass was not about to let the heady mixture go. I actually am rather happy he took it all home and had fun with it when he finally was able to get himself off. I apologize to my readers and GaryM—I wish that it had been written up in its proper place. Maybe I will edit it into the post…or maybe I will leave it as it stands to remind me to take more notes… The post is here, with pictures: From My Side of the Sling: How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick? (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 12, 2023

I like all three, so I am not a fan of gangbangs where six of us are just standing around waiting until the first person finishes and then the next guy goes until he shoots, and so on. I want all the tops to fuck him a little in constant rotation. That way we can all feel his ass go from tight to loose to gape and from dry to wet to sloppy. In this scenario I will likely be the first or second to open him up and be the last to shoot so I can cum with all those other loads coating my cock (and beard...)

Near Home—September, 2023 I did one more trip to the bookstore, a few days after seeing Kieran. I had gotten rid of the blue balls by jerking for the devil’s dick, but I wanted a really good mouth or ass (or both!) to make me cum. It suddenly felt that it had been quite some time since that had happened... I am in the straight theatre. A bigger white guy is in the cocksucker’s seat. On his phone. I sit along the side wall. A couple of men are also in here, but they don’t stay long. I stroke for a bit then look back at the guy just as he puts his phone away. He was a very long, bushy beard and a big bear body. Likely mid-40’s. He undoes his jeans as I watch. A thick, but not long cock emerges. Hard. He strokes it. There is a cum shot in the video. I turn and look at the screen. Moments later I feel the man at my shoulder. “Let me suck that for you,” he whispers. I take my hand away for my wet cock. He moves around and kneels. He has a big mouth—and no gag reflex. He gives me great head. Until he adds his hand. It squeezes my shaft so tightly as his mouth stays on my cockhead with his busy tongue. “You can lose the hand. You don’t need it.” He let’s go. He goes back to working the whole shaft. But when he stops sucking, he grabs my cock again. Vice like. As if I was trying to leave. I actually let out an “Ouch!” He let’s go and stands up. “Knees are bad,” he grunts. He shows me his cock. It is thick, and about five inches long. And his balls are enormous. I lean in and suck his cock for a moment, but then I slip off the chair to my knees to tongue his massive ball sack. He groans and strokes his cock furiously. My left hand strays to his ass crack. Instinctively, I work my index finger up his ass. His moans increase. Obviously, I am doing the right thing. We go back and forth with each other for quite some time. I can never quite cure him from holding onto me with a death grip. After 20 minutes or so, when it is obvious neither of us will be cumming yet, he goes back to his seat. I go to the gay theatre. There is only one man here, unusual for this time on a Sunday. He is a rather average looking, bigger white man in his late 40’s. He opens his fly the moment I sit down. Soon he is crawling across the floor to suck me. Which he does quite well, if not with the expertise of the bearded man with the big balls. When his knees get tired, he stands up. His cock, which he’s been jerking as he sucked me, is average in size. But his balls are every bit as big as the bearded guy. I smile, lean forward and begin licking them. He groans, unused to the pleasure of someone tonguing them as he continues to stroke his cock. “That…feels great…” he pants. I suck him a little, too, but I am all about his balls. They are so big, I could never suck them into my mouth—so I don’t even try. I just lick them and under them and back to the hairy sacks. “I’m going to shoot!” he says in wonder. I take his cock into my mouth just in time. The size of his load matches the size of his testicles. He shoots what feels like gallons of cum down my throat. He lets me clean him up and all but staggers out of the room—the orgasm having left him weak kneed. I go back to the straight side. Big Balls #1 is getting a blown by a man with a long grey beard. I have never bothered to mention the sucker, though he is a regular. His thing is never to suck the same cock twice. (He spends a lot of his time here out in the parking lot, listening to the radio.) He stays on the floor a long time—and finally gets Big Balls #1 off by sticking two fingers up his ass as he sucks… * The Latino, who has suddenly started cross dressing, asks me to condom up and fuck him. He has only male attire on today, no lacy crop top hidden by a flannel shirt or cheerleader skirt under his Wranglers. I latex up and fuck him bent over, his hands grabbing the back of a chair in front of him. The door opens. A Black man, I haven’t seen since the pandemic, comes in. We used to spend hours together when this place was open until 1am, trading off on sucking each other. His once black hair is now a beautiful silver. He nods at me and takes out his long slender cock and feeds it to the Latino. I have never seen the Latino get spit roasted. Actually, I have never seen him suck cock. But he loves the idea today of two dicks in him at the same time. He grabs his own stubby uncut one and jerks it. He can’t last. The scene is too much for him. He shoots a load on the floor. I so wish I was in him raw—I would have shot myself, but I am nowhere close with a condom on. My old suck buddy and I share the cocksucker’s seat. We talk—catching up a little, though we know nothing really about each other except from here. Eventually he sucks me a little, which makes his dick get very hard. We reverse. At first, he’s all about my mouth, but as I keep working, he gets softer and softer. He apologizes and says he has begun having erection issues. We watch the movie. A man arrives. I go back to the floor. The newcomer is sucked by my buddy. Having a dick in his mouth keeps him hard. He deflates as soon as the guy pulls out and leaves. We chat about the video. About my new work life. A man arrives who I recognize from this place. In the past he has campaigned for me to come to his house…but I know it would not be worth the drive. And today he proves it again. He chooses me to suck him. The moment his cock is in my mouth, he huffs poppers. Six seconds later he spews out his cum. Nice load, but not for even 15 minutes in the car to his house… He leaves. Silver Hair wanders off soon after. I go looking in the gay theatre and find no one. It has cleared out very fast this afternoon. I wait. No one. Once again, I go home and stroke one out for the devil’s dick… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Big Balls (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 6, 2023

My Playroom—September, 2023 Kieran sent me a text. He wanted to suck my cock. And get pounded. He is the bearded married man I met at the bookstore—and who has had two sessions in the playroom. Those had given him just what he needed and he wanted more. He had actually been asking to come over once a week since the last time. For a variety of reasons, I couldn’t say yes to all the requests, but I did now, in the middle of September. I knew I was going into a work gig, so this would be a good way to empty those blue balls from the trip to the bookstore I detailed in the last post… I am naked but for my yellow jock and boots. (Yes, this jock is actually dyed yellow, not one that I have turned yellow.) I am watching Kieran get out of his clothes. Now fully naked but for socks, this hairy bear comes over to the bed. He sits and leans into my crotch. He inhales deeply and his fingers pull the fabric away from my hardening dick. He takes my semi hard cock to the root, his full beard brushing against my balls. I harden up in his mouth. To the point it actually hurts. I pull away and stand up, giving him a better angle to use his considerable oral talents. Kieran sits up and once again he takes my fully erect dick to the root. He doesn’t choke—but when he pulls off me there are stings of deep throat spit. His fingers catch them and he twirls them around my shaft before taking me into his mouth again. All the way down—and this time when he pulls off me, he keeps my cockhead in his mouth. His tongue is busy in my piss slit. I can feel my precum ooze onto his tongue. I close my eyes and just let him go to work on my cock and balls. And he does—getting them dripping wet and ready for more. When I finally open my eyes, I see his thick cock head is juicing from what he has been doing to me. I lean down and lick him clean and then spend a few moments sucking his cock. But I want to lick his ass—and I tell him so. Without being told, he goes to the bench. His full, hairy ass is right there for me—I kneel and begin to lick it. He groans. He turns his head slightly so he can watch me in the mirror as I stoke myself and eat him out. “Fuck me with that big dick,” he groans. I ignore him and keep eating his hole. It’s so good to be in an ass after all the cock from the bookstore. I don’t want to rush it—I want to savor the opening of his tight pucker and all the hair becoming matted and wet. I keep going. And going. I stand up. I am now rampant, not just hard. My cockhead pushes against his spit covered hole. He takes a breath and I slide in. “Yes...” he hisses. “Fuck…” I take him at his word. Slow and languid. Getting him used to my length once again. “I really need this,” he grunts out. “So do I.” I pick up the pace. His eyes go to the mirror in front of him. He lifts his head slightly so he can see my thin frame standing behind him, drilling into his ass. He can’t see my cock with this mirror, but he can sure feel it. He is moaning constantly as the thrusts get more and more intense. I stop. Suddenly. I pull out and bring my dick to his mouth. This married man is a pig. He loves ass to mouth. He cleans me thoroughly. And asks for more after the next fuck round. I fuck. I let him clean me. Twice more. Then I fuck him, pull out and lie on the bed. “Clean me up here—between my legs.” He crawls into place. He savors taking my cock, slimy with his ass jizz, deep into his throat. He cleans me of every drop—jerking himself as he does it. “Let’s go to the sling.” He is getting the hang of getting into it now, with much more ease than before. I get his legs in the stirrups—and begin eating his ass again. I hear him moan—and stroke his cock some more. I stand up and begin to fuck. His eyes go to the mirror. Today the sight of me seems to be driving him crazy. He jerks harder as he watches my cock plow into him. I slow the fuck and pull out. I want to taste his juicy ass once more. I rim him. My tongue reaching as deeply into him as I can get. I stand up and slide into the slippery hole. I begin a blistering fuck. His hand on his cock matches my stroke… “Fuck!” And he is shooting. All over his hairy chest. I mop some of his jizz up with my hand and taste it. My fingers find more and slime it onto my prick. I fuck it into him. Telling him just where his cum is going. His eyes are shut tightly. And I can see it on his face before he says it… “I don’t think I can take any more…after I shoot.” I pull out. He becomes all apologetic. I tell him I take it as a compliment. And a part of me does…but it has just made my blue balls ache more. Kieran dresses and leaves, choosing not to shower, taking the smell of our sex home with him. I go to the freezer, find the current devil’s dick, and jerk out a massive load into the condom lined shot glass. At least my load will be put to good use… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Asks for More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 4, 2023

Wow! Have fun. We need pictures!!

You are correct about them losing the space in Chicago. So far, I have heard nothing about them finding a new one. I agree that all men interested should try a Horse Market at least once--as either Mare or Stallion.

Near Home—September, 2023 The next morning, after giving Jaylen just one spurt of jizz, I was horned. It’s lucky I can piss with a hardon, for it was not going down on my first early morning trip to the bathroom. I showered, ate breakfast and published the Folsom hot dog picture on the blog. By noon, I knew that I would be headed to the bookstore—even though a Tuesday afternoon was not a prime time. The parking lot surprises me—it is almost half full. I pay my admission. The cashier no longer needs to ask what I want, she just rings me up for the theatres the moment she sees me. I walk into the straight cinema. A hot looking Black man, around 30 years old and beefy, is being given a blow job by a white man with a shaved head, who looks around 10 years younger than myself. They don’t even pause as the opening of the door interrupts them. There are maybe four other men in the room. Two older men are leaning against the wall and jerking to the blow job. I go sit in my usual seat on the side, when I can’t get the seat on the back wall corner. I haul out my hard dick. Instantly, one of the men from the back wall comes up to me. He stands at my shoulder and leans over, hefting my penis. I am hoping for a good blow job. He stands back up and offers me his tiny dick to suck. “I know you like cum,” he hisses. And he gives it to me, almost the moment my lips touch his cock. He moans and lets me clean his cock. This emboldens the other man standing at the back. He comes to me and offers me an only slightly bigger dick to suck. “Do me like that,” he whispers. I don’t know if he means the man just before him in my mouth or like the oral sex happening on the screen. This guy spends maybe 75 seconds in my mouth before he blows a load in it. This guy is smoker—and his cum reeks of it. As he pulls out of my mouth, (he gets no clean up from me) the Black guy orgasms in the back corner. He holds the shaved head that has given him so much pleasure in place, letting his dick soften in the guy’s mouth. Shaved Head offers him a wet wipe from the packet he’s placed on the cocksucker’s seat. The guy uses it, wiping his cock quickly, before shoving it into his boxer briefs. He leaves. Shaved Head goes too, after a few moments. I move to the cocksucker’s seat. But the other two men in the room have no interest in me. I stroke. The movie proves to be good—a hot man really taking his pleasure on the submissive woman. I stroke until the movie ends. I push my cock into my pants, buttoning up just enough so it won’t spill out, and go next door. Shaved Head is here with another dick in his mouth. It belongs to a regular—a white guy around my age. I watch them—and the movie. I hear a sound behind me. A guy was in the dark corner behind the door. He comes down next to me. He is likely 40-ish, white, and in decent shape. He bends down and gives my cock a few jerks—a little too tight and a little too hard. “Why don’t you suck it?” I suggest. “Suck me first.” His dick has been hidden in his fly. It is a good, uncut six incher. I love the foreskin—and having to really work it back with my tongue. “Fuck, yeah,” he groans. He is juicing now, a lot of precum. I keep swallowing. In another minute he shoots. I swallow his rather sweet load, which is likely even sweeter after the rancid smoker. “Sorry, but I’m done,” he says as I release his thoroughly cleaned cock. He reaches and gives my unsucked cock another tight squeeze, assuming that feels good. He leaves. Shaved Head gets another load down his throat as the door bangs. His guy leaves quickly, too. I look at SH, hoping he will see my blatant need for a good mouth. He nods to me and goes out of the room. I stroke. A long time. A regular from here arrives. He sits across the room from me and pulls out a thicker uncut cock. He’s just pushing 40, Latin and has never, in my presence, done anything but offer his dick to be sucked. I am pretty sure I won’t find any relief from him. We both stroke to the video. Finally, he stands up. “Do me?” I nod. He has a nice cock, and I know his balls are always full. He gives me a load timed to the man on the screen unloading all over some young man’s ass hole. The Latin is too sensitive for me to do any clean up. He thanks me and leaves. I stroke. The movie changes. And it’s horrid: one of those where the director is quizzing the participants before the sex. And the interview is going on forever. I button up and go next door. Shaved head is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. Stroking his own cock. His pants are around his ankles. I move over and offer him my dripping dick. “I really need to get out of here. Can you do me?” I sigh. But what the hell. He has a nice cock—and he has certainly sucked me off in the past. I kneel. He is right on the edge. I spend no more than two minutes using my lips and tongue on him. He gives me a nice load. He lets me clean his cock but still uses his wet wipes. I sit, alone now, in the theatre. If he’d taken any longer to reach orgasm, I might have shot along with him. I think about standing up and coating the linoleum. But it feels like a waste. I wait for 15 minutes. Not a soul is left in the place. I go home, a little blue balled, but feeling more than a little pervy for swallowing five loads… The original post it here: From My Side of the Sling: Trying to Find Relief (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 2, 2023

My Playroom—September, 2023 Jaylen sent me a text at the top of the month. (He was the college age young man I met in July at his apartment. He had never had a cock in his ass as large as mine..) In his text he told me he wanted to take me up on my offer to have sex in the playroom. Jaylen felt comfortable enough, after our first fuck, to be a little more adventurous. We settled on a day where he knew he’d be off from work. On that Monday afternoon, I got the water out and the towels under the equipment. I put fairly generic porn on the television. I didn’t need him put off by piss or fisting or gangbangs. As I hit play, the doorbell rang… He looks good. Nervous perhaps. His hand is constantly adjusting his long hair to keep it out of his face. Jaylen goes into the bathroom to double check his clean out and I use the time to strip. I am guessing he will be more comfortable in the playroom and stripping off with me there. We go down. His eyes get very large when he sees the set up. “Have you ever been in a sling before?” “Never.” He is shedding his clothes fast. His body is very white—no sun exposure at all this summer. His hair is just as long or longer than when we first met. He leaves on a blue jock. I am leaning against the fuck bench. My cock is hardening, thinking about what I want to do to him. “Come over here and suck my cock.” Jaylen obediently kneels on the padded floor in front of me. He swings his hair out of the way and takes me into his mouth. He slowly works down the shaft—but chokes on the last three inches. He pulls off me, takes a deep breath and does it again. I can see his cock getting hard in his jock pouch. Each time he chokes on me, the pouch gets a little wetter with his precum. I stand up, grab the sides of his head and do a shallow face fuck. He moans around my invading prick. I pause—and do it again, just before he has his breathing under control. I pull out. “That is so hot…” he murmurs. I tap his cheek with my wet cockhead. I don’t know if he’s ready for a cock slap. He ovals and I fuck his face again—slightly harder and, right at the end, slightly deeper. He still chokes—but less so. “You sat on me last time, to get me in you. Do you want to do that again? Or can I tease you open with my tongue?” He is all about trying my tongue. I suggest the sling as I think he will be more comfortable there than the bench. The sling is hung high, so my legs don’t need to bend too much and tire them as I fuck. Jaylen is tall enough to get his ass on the edge of the sling, but it’s a slight production to get him into it. I end up attaching a chain to the upper cross piece, giving him something to hold on to as he sits and rolls back onto the leather. I tell him to pull himself down so his ass hangs over the edge. He manages—and it puts his head right where it should be, fully supported. The moment I rest his legs in the stirrups, he breathes easier. I kneel. I pull his generous mounds of ass apart a little more. I lick up and down his crack. He sighs. I zero in on his hole. It takes some work—but soon he has relaxed his hole with the constant lapping of my tongue. I lube my cock up as I drill into him one last time. I stand up. I say something about the first time we met. My cockhead slips into him before he knows it. His eyes widen as he realizes that I actually have several inches already in him. I hold a moment. He relaxes and I glide home—my full pubes grinding against his ass. I fuck him—slowly, with long smooth strokes. I wait for him to tell me to fuck him harder. Eventually he does. I let myself go, rattling the chains on the sling. Jaylen takes it—panting and proud of himself. “I love the sling,” he groans out as I slow the fuck. I grin, pull out and surprise him by eating his juicy hole again. Jaylen has just realized there is a mirror above him. He can’t take his eyes off it—seeing himself be used first by my tongue and then by my dick. “It looks even bigger in the mirror.” I am back up him—fucking him hard. The sounds of his wet ass welcoming my cock fills the small room. I ask if he’d like to stretch his legs. He would. I help him out. I think he thinks I am taking him to the bench, but I turn him and bend him over, chest to the sling. He instinctively reaches up and grabs the D rings that hold the sling in place. He looks super-hot, bent over for cock. I tell him so. I grab his hips and push into his wet hole. He groans and looks up in front of him. There is mirror there too. He can’t see everything—but he can see my expression as I use his ass. “I feel like such a slut. Fuck me!” I eventually pull out. We move to the bench. He gets in place on it, his ass at the perfect height for me. This time I don’t eat him out. I just fuck him. And then I do the pig test—will he suck my cock right out of his hole? I bring it to his face. He doesn’t even hesitate. He takes as much of me as he can into his mouth. Moaning all the while. I go back and fuck him again. “Sling or bed?” I ask. “Sling, please. I love it.” He gets in much easier this time. I treat him to a lengthy rim session. He is groaning. He pulls his cock out of the jock pouch and strokes it to my tonguing. I try the eggheaded dildo. The head is just too big. But it makes him even more eager for my cock. I stand up and fuck. “I am getting close…” he moans. “If I cum…” “Go ahead.” “Are you close?” he pants. “I want you to breed me.” I assure him I am, though I am not as close as I’d like, but I can see his cock is going to explode no matter what I say. I fuck him harder. “Shoot your load, man. I want to put some of your cum inside you.” That does it. His ass spasms and he begins to fire out blast after blast of jizz. The tightening of his ass, actually makes me shoot that first involuntary shot of cum. Leaving me still hard and horny. His chest and stomach are awash with cum. I mop some up and coat my cock with it. “Your cum in your ass,” I bark out. I fuck it into him. Still imbedded in his hole, I am able to lean over and lick up a lot of the sticky mess. His breathing returns to normal, slowly. “Did you get off?” I nod, not totally lying as I shot that first round. I go to my knees and begin to lick out our mixed loads… The original post, with a link to Jaylen's first time, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "It Looks Even Bigger in the Mirror" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 30, 2023

Near Home—September, 2023 By the next Saturday, I was back at the same bookstore. I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. The door keeps opening. Men look in and leave. Or stay a few seconds and leave. Everyone is restless this afternoon. I have learned that I have better luck by staying in one place and letting men find me. I stroke. In just a few minutes, the man who took half my cock up his ass, and swore I was in him to the root, comes in. He is mid 30’s, and always better dressed than most of us here. He stands next to me and pulls his long, thin cock out. It is the color of pale chocolate. He strokes it for a moment, then turns, offering it to me to suck. I take the head in my mouth and let my tongue do all the work. I lick and suck and inch down his cock. I kind of wish he’d fuck my face—but that’s not his style. I finally pull off and stroke his shaft as my tongue nuzzles the kinky hair on his balls. He sighs. And moans. “I’ve shot too many times today,” he tells me, when he finally pulls out of my mouth and puts his cock away. He grins and leaves. A man I haven’t seen here in ages comes in. He is also a very light toned Black man. He sits next to me. I think he’s going to suck my dick. He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. Underwear is shoved down, too. He leans on the back of the seat in front of me, arching his back—which all but thrusts his ass in my face. “Please rim me, just like you used to…” I go to my knees. I can’t believe he’s doing this—in a place where others may walk in. I remember doing this to him back before covid—when this place stayed open after midnight. Even with no traffic in the gay cinema at that hour, he would insist we move to the darkest corner possible. Not today. His hot ass is on display for all to see. I go to work, tongue drilling into him. He moans and tells me how he loves it. I lick and spit. The only down side to this is I know he won’t let me fuck him. The door opens. I expect him to pull away and sit down. Instead, he grinds his butt onto my goatee, moaning louder. Showing off. I pull back and spit twice into his hole before drilling into him again. The new guy, who I can’t really see, pulls out his dick and jerks to the scene. At one point he offers the rimmee his cock, but that’s not what he wants. He wants my tongue—and to let everyone see me use his ass. I need a break. I stand up and slap my cock on his beautifully rounded ass cheek. This makes him stand up—pulling away. “Eat me some more.” I go back down and do just that. I hold onto his hips and work my tongue into his hole as deeply as I can. We do this for at least two scenes in the movie—so a good 40 minutes. Finally, he sits next to me. “You wanna suck me?” I ask. “Not today…” Instead, he starts acting as my pimp. “Come suck this dick.” He’s looking at a young white guy, who is standing next to me, salivating. He kneels. The best I can say is that this guy is eager, but not skilled. I ask him to stop. My pimp refuses one of my regulars (who is older). Next, he chooses a burly Latino who is in his very late 30’s. He has a dazzling smile. I have never seen him here. This guy is great. His mouth is big and he takes me effortlessly. His tongue is thick. I would love to cum for him—but I am just not ready. He pulls off me, reluctantly, and I think surprised that he hasn’t gotten my cum. (I want more from him another time—but I have never seen him again.) My pimp stands up and moves to man who has been watching us. He is a very young Latin guy. His hair is dark and cut asymmetrically. He brings him over, so he is standing next to me. My pimp is on the other side of the young Latin. He is kneading the guy’s crotch as he whispers into his ear. I don’t do anything. Yet. I watch him be unzipped. A short, but fat, uncut cock emerges from his fly. My pimp strokes it. “Can my friend suck it?” The young Latin nods. I go to my knees. He is semi hard at this point. My mouth seems to have little effect on his erection. I am aware that my pimp has his hand on the young Latin’s ass. The young Latin groans. I am pretty sure there is now a finger in his ass. His cock gets a little harder. “You want to get fucked by that big white dick, don’t you?” I hear as I continue trying to coax life into the penis in my mouth. “Yes…” I stop and stand up. The young Latin turns. Between the two of us, my pimp and I work his dress slacks down to his knees. Then his Andrew Christian underwear. I go back to my knees and begin rimming his shaved ass. “He rimmed me before,” I hear my pimp say, in a loud whisper, into the young Latin’s ear. “He loves to eat hole. Let him get you good and wet.” The young Latin groans. He begins to tremble. I don’t think he can believe he is about to get fucked in public. “You are going to need all that saliva for his thick cock. You got your lube, Daddy?” I grunt, trying to sound reassuring, with my face buried in the ass in front of me. I have had enough rimming. I need to fuck. I stand up. “You like it raw?” The young Latin nods. “You can breed me.” I grin and guide my greasy cock into his wet butt. It’s not as tight a fit as I feared. The young man’s hole opens at the first pressure of my wet cockhead. I sink into him. To the hilt. He gasps. My pimp keeps talking in his ear. “Take it. Make him feel good. He deserves to shoot deep in you after the way he’s eaten us out…” He continues with more, along the same lines. The young Latin has skills. He begins meeting my thrusts and squeezing down on me when I am at my deepest. A crowd of men have gathered to watch. Some stroke—likely hoping for a turn up his wet ass. Some want a turn on my dick. It’s a hot scene. The kind you can’t plan, that just sometimes erupt there. “Take his cock…” I buck into him. Hard. I shoot one stream of cum into him. I pull out. “Stay,” I bark. I go to my knees. I lick up the tiny bit of cum I’ve shot. And it is just what I need to trigger my balls to empty. I stand back up and shove my dick, roughly, into him again. He grunts, but not in pain. “Fuck, there it is!” My balls begin to unload. I shudder as the rest of my climax happens. “Breed him, Daddy!” I empty everything I have into him. I slowly pull out. I want the young Latin to clean my cock—but he can’t quite bring himself to do it. Instead, a man my age licks me clean, after muttering “You should have fucked me…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Come Suck This Dick!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 28, 2023

I'll send you a message.

Near Home—September, 2023 You never know what you will stumble on when you go to the bookstore. (That is certainly some of the attraction for me.) It was the first Sunday afternoon of September, and it proved to be a visit where everything fell into place—and I got to indulge in so many of the things I love to do… The parking has a quite a few cars in it. A good sign. I go into the straight theatre and sit along the wall. I unbutton my pants and pull out my hardening cock. There is action beginning behind me as a guy in the cocksucker’s seat gives what sounds like a very wet blow job. Others men, scattered around the room, are stroking either to the porn or the sound of the action happening behind them. There is a noisy climax from the guy being sucked. They both leave. I stand up, dick swaying, and move to the cocksucker’s seat. Almost instantly a younger man is by my side. I recognize him. He is Black, in his mid 30’s and tallish, with a medium build. He pulls out his very small, limp cock and offers it to me. I know from experience I can get him hard. The moment he is in my mouth the door opens. He pulls out of my mouth and shoves himself into his jeans. The guy who entered is white, also in his mid 30’s and beefier. He has a shaved head—and I know I’ve seen him before but I can’t place what we did with each other. Until he sees me, that is, and makes a beeline to my exposed cock. He kneels, unzipping his trousers, and goes to work on my hard dick. The first man feels brave enough to stick his dick back in my mouth. The guy on his knees is great. He sucks my dick like he hasn’t had a cock in his mouth for ages. He remembers my balls and licks them until they are dripping. As he moves back to my dick, I see his. It’s just about the same size as mine. The guy in my mouth gives up—his dick is being stubborn today. He jerks his flaccid cock while watching the man groan and slobber over me. I concentrate and squeeze down, which makes my cock head flare. This makes the man sucking me work harder. And stroke himself faster. Suddenly he rises up and sticks his thick, long cock into my mouth—just as he starts to shoot. I swallow repeatedly. He groans and shakes as the orgasm takes control of him. He let’s me clean him up, likely as I have his balls in my grip. “That was hot to do again,” he whispers as I let go. (And it was a replay of just what we did when we met—only I had to tell him I swallowed that first time.) The Black guy moves away too, incensed that his dick won’t cooperate. A tall white man around my age moves closer. He offers me his semi-hard cock to suck. He groans, but never gets any harder. Also leaning on the wall is a very short Mexican in his 40’s. He strokes, looking only at the screen, totally ignoring us. The tall guy keeps groaning like I am giving him some great head, but his cock never truly stiffens. He finally thanks me and moves off. “You suck?” It’s the Mexican. I nod and he sticks an average sized dick in my mouth with a ton of foreskin. The moment I have worked it all back with my tongue, and I lick his cockhead, he explodes. Repeatedly. It’s a huge amount of semen. I clean him up and he squeezes my shoulder as he pulls out… * We are in the back corner of the gay cinema, behind the door. I am sucking the long thin cock of the Black guy who is sometimes looking and sometimes happier as a voyeur. He is enjoying my mouth. But the door opens and he steps away from me. A gorgeous Black man enters. He is around 30, gym built and has a bubble butt to die for. He moves into the room, around the slight bend, disappearing from our range of vision. “I know him,” whispers Long and Thin. “He’s my trainer.” “Do you ‘know’ him…???” I leave the question dangling. He shakes his head. Grinning. The hot guy finds no one to his liking out there. He moves into our corner. He nods at us—and goes to his knees. He starts with me, grunting his pleasure, as his mouth fills with cock. The Voyeur is not sure how to react, but the hot guy decides for him—he switches from my cock to his. Back and forth. In pig heaven and moaning as he does it. Suddenly he stands up. He is wearing spandex biker shorts. He pulls them down. A third man has come into our space from the room proper, a 50-ish white man, his cock hard. Hot Guy bends to suck him, which thrusts his bare ass right at me. I actually hesitate for a moment. Then I go to my knees and begin rimming. The moment my tongue enters him I know that he does want my cock up here. I get him very wet, pulling his ebony mounds apart. He groans around the dick in his mouth. “Fuck him!” hisses Voyeur. I stand up and slide in. Hot Guy is now being spit roasted. He moans once more—and pulls off the dick in his mouth to concentrate of his ass. And the damned door opens. He can barely move enough to let the guys in. But it’s the perfect men who enter. The thick set Black top who is so good at recruiting men from the arcade for us to fuck comes in first and he is followed by the former football guy (who’s white) I often fuck—and who I lately fucked another guy so he could experience felching. Both of them instantly have their dicks out. I move us around a little so Hot Guy can suck the Recruiter. On his own, he moves his mouth over to include Ex-Footballer, too. The addition of the two men has really made the scene superhot. I really think I could cum. I begin to groan out my orgasm. “Don’t,” says Hot Guy and pulls off me. Does he not take loads? Or does he not want me to cum yet? Hot Guy turns and offers his ass to Recruiter. He fucks him. Then Ex-Footballer fucks him. Hot Guy sucks either my dick or Voyeur’s as they rail him. Hot Guy turns again, offering his ass to Voyeur, who refuses. I move to go again, but Hot Guy moves back to Recruiter. They fuck—and I just know that Recruiter is going to cream him. Hot Guy knows it, too; he pulls his mouth off me and says “No…” But it’s too late. Recruiter is bucking into his ass. Breeding him deep and long. He marinates for a minute—and then pulls out. Ex-Footballer is there…with his face plastered into the wet ass, getting his second felching experience in my presence. He mumbles words we can’t make out, his face planted deeply in the cummy bubble butt. Hot Guy straightens up. He pulls up his spandex shorts and leaves. Recruiter follows him. Ex-Footballer turns to me. “Can you give me your load? I’ve always wanted it in my mouth.” This time I am so close I think I can give him what he wants. He hasn’t left his knees from the felching. He knee-walks over to me. He takes my cock into his mouth, savoring the ass juices of Hot Guy on my dick. Telling me so. This turns me on even more—his moans as he tongues me are getting me closer and closer. “Take it!” He pulls off me slightly so I explode on his tongue and not deep in his throat. He holds my balls—but I’m not going anywhere. He licks up every drop. Only then does he touch himself—and shoots between my boots… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: In the Dark Corner Behind the Door (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 24, 2023

Indianapolis—August, 2023 Keshawn was hoping for another round in the sling. He had come to me in July so it was only fair I should go to him this time. I packed the sling—making sure to include the overhead mirror. He loves to watch my dick fuck into him. I also packed the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian Friend. I felt it was time, after my constant wearing it for almost a year—and it going to all the major sex events I went to in 2023—that it should have one last hurrah before being sent back to him. I left extra time to get there—and I arrived at his door, at the appointed time… The sling is set up in the space behind the sofa. Keshawn is futzing around, finding appropriate porn (we both love group scenes.) Once that is playing, I ask Keshawn to shoot a few pics of the jock. The owner loves to see me in it—and I will be sending all of the shots to him. PIC711 Keshawn starts for the sling. “Bend over the back of the couch.” It’s right there—and the perfect height. He leans on the back, jutting his hot ass towards me. My tongue finds his hole. My cock, still in the dirty pouch, starts to grow, distorting the shape of it obscenely. I work it out with my right hand as my tongue invades Keshawn’s inviting ass. He groans. His massive cock erects. I work harder to get him really wet. I lube my dick as I spit in his hole. I can’t take anymore—I need to be inside him. I stand up and slide in. His ass always feels hotter than our normal body temperature. I hold in place for a moment—and begin a gentle preliminary fuck. He groans and thrusts back on me—making sure that he’s taking my entire length with every stroke. We move to the sling, but he doesn’t get in it. He bends over once again, chest to the leather. I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole. He is as delicious as always and thoroughly wet from the first fuck. I slurp on his ass juices for a long while before standing up and creating more with a hard pounding. My cock is slick when I finally pull out. Keshawn swings around and cleans me, hungrily, before he gets in the sling the standard way. PIC 729 I kneel once more to taste his ass. I gorge on his ass slime for a moment, jerking myself as I eat him out. I stand up. My cock gently beats his full balls. I leave a sticky trail as I slide my cock from his balls, across his perineum before resting on his now slightly puckered asslips. I push gently and my cockhead pops in. He welcomes me with a squeeze. I give him the rest of my inches—slowly, but steadily. He takes a hit of poppers as I bottom out. I watch his face and as they hit, I begin to fuck him again. I grab the top cross piece of the sling frame. I have built to a hard thrusting that is rocking the sling. Keshawn beats his big meat in time to my thrusts. I finally pull out. I go around to the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my cock again. He cranes around and licks me clean. Now it’s my turn to clean him. I go back to his hole and lick up all the stray juices dribbling out of his ass. I can taste my precum mixing with his natural lube. My cock head drools at the thought. I stand up and fuck him again. Slow and easy. “Fuck me hard,” he pants out. I build my fuck stroke. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. My hips are now slamming into his upturned ass. The room is filled with the sound of moist flesh colliding. I slow down so he can take another hit. As soon as the bottle is capped, I build back up to the hard fucking again. Keshawn takes his hand away from his cock—he is leaking and could easily go over the edge. I slow down the fuck, pull out and bend to lick up his precum. I keep it on my tongue, going to my knees and sticking it into his wet hole. “So hot…” Keshawn groans. I add some more spit and stand back up, my dick instinctively slipping into his used hole. “We don’t want your precum to go waste…” My cock loves the extra wetness. I fuck him slow and easy. I pull out and with my left hand take the jock pouch and push some of it into Keshawn’s ass. I know that the owner of the jock loves the idea of this—and so I do it repeatedly making the fabric wet with all our juices. PIC540 I kneel and lick his hole once more. I hear him take a hit. I rise up and slide in. I intend to fuck him slow and easy, but my cock has a mind of its own. I begin pummeling him. Keshawn’s hand is a blur as he strokes himself. In moments, he is shooting a copious amount of cum out of his big cock. It coats his chest. My left hand mops up some. I coat the jock. I mop up the rest and coat my cock with it. I fuck it into his ass—the place where cum belongs… Here, with picutures taken there, is the original: From My Side of the Sling: A Quickie with Keshawn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 20, 2023

Near Home—August, 2023 After my meeting with GaryM I was sated. All that fucking and rimming had left me totally spent from the strength of my orgasm. So much so, that it was three days before I went off in search for more sex. I didn’t go far, only to the local bookstore. I wanted something as different as possible—just to suck some cock. So how did almost every man in the place know that that’s what I wanted…? I am in the straight theatre, off to the side and sitting against the wall. The cocksucker’s seat is taken—and the guy in it has a man in his mouth. I jerk to the fairly good video and wait to see who might want to play. I feel a movement behind me at my shoulder. I turn slightly. A very handsome white man, in his late 50’s, is standing there, his thick cock out and hard. I have never seen him before. He doesn’t even ask, he just moves his thick slab of meat nearer my mouth. How did he know? I open wide and take him to the root. He groans and begins fucking my face. When he slows down, I hold onto the base of his cock and get my tongue work started. He likes this a lot and murmurs encouragement. The guy across the aisle is so turned on he has taken his cock all the way out of his jeans—and shoots a load on the linoleum. I let go of the man in my mouth, but he doesn’t resume the face fucking. He let’s me do what I want—which is to lick his very hairy balls. They aren’t big, but I love the flavor of a slight sheen of sweat from the hot August afternoon. I go back up to his cock. He is acting like he’s close. I swirl my tongue around his cock head—and he begins to shake. He is having a body wracking orgasm—but he doesn’t shoot any jizz at all. He thanks me and takes off. I have never seen him again. Lots of other men in the room leave for a bit, including the guy in the cocksucker’s seat. I grab my water bottle and relocate. I stroke. The young Latino guy who loves to have me fuck him (with a condom) arrives. He sits in a chair near me. He starts removing his pants and shirt. The last time I had seen him I was surprised that he was wearing lacy pink panties. Today he has a full outfit, a crop top and crotchless panties under a short, short skirt. He leans over the seat directly in front of me and tells me he wants my dick in his ass. I am not feeling it today (for a couple of reasons.) He turns and sticks his rather thick uncut cock in my mouth to get me interested. I suck. I work his cock with my tongue, working back his foreskin. He is amazed—for suddenly he is unloading in my mouth. He can’t believe it. He gets dressed to go find more dick in the arcade. A hot 30-something comes in. He is white and gym built. He is followed by the large Black guy who has whored out young men for everyone’s pleasure. I spend the next 30 minutes, jerking as the two eye each other. Dicks come out. Gym Built is hung big. They stroke. But don’t touch. Forever. And then, GB is on his knees servicing the Black top. They like the attention from the rest of the room as we watch them—until suddenly they don’t and take it to a private booth. I go next door to the gay theatre. I am alone here for a moment, or so I think. But I missed a man in the dark corner behind the door. He emerges once I’ve sat down and pulled out my cock. I have seen him here many times—and played a few. He is Black, with a thick build. His cock is very thin and long. I know I have had it in my mouth at least once, but he is mostly voyeur. Not today. Without a word he sticks his semi hard cock in my mouth. He groans. His dick is so thin I take it easily all the way down. “Fucker…” he whispers. He begins to pump it into me. I must have arrived in the room just as he was getting ready to shoot. He is on a mission to cum down my throat. He grabs my ears and fucks himself into my mouth. My hand comes up and touches his balls, which are almost disappearing into his body, they are pulled up so tightly. That does it. With a loud groan he shoots. He is like a faucet, not spurts, but the tap is just turned on and I get a mouthful of cum. “Swallow it.” As if I ever spit. I swallow. He let’s me clean his cock until there is not a trace of jizz left on it… * I am alone for a bit. But the porn is good. I take a drink from my water bottle. It seems to not wash the last load out of my mouth, but to reactivate the flavor of his jizz. I swallow more. Two men come in. One is a Latino I have never met. He is wearing a tight tee that is showing off incredibly big pecs. The other is a rather dumpy young man I have played with quite often here when I am in the mood I am in this afternoon. The Latino sits in the chair closest to me. The other guys leans against the far wall and watches us. “Some dick you got.” says the Latino. He is no more than 35. He actually pulls off his tee revealing his magnificent chest. He tosses it on the floor, stands up and unzips. His shorts drop to his running shoes. He sits on the chair, naked, but for the shorts around his ankles and his shoes. His cock is hard. And thick. And uncut. He manhandles it a bit. “Help me out?” he asks. I go to my knees. I really have to work on covering my teeth he’s so thick. Me moans—and strokes my cropped hair, telling me he likes my mouth. I work harder. There is a lot foreskin to keep working back, so I can lick his sensitive cockhead. Now he is groaning. I think he’s close. “Let me suck yours.” I stand up. I am happy to get my cock in this hot man. He gives me some really good head. Suddenly, he pulls off me grunting and groaning. He’s shot, I’m sure of it. But he is not splattered with his seed. Nor is the floor. “I saved it for you.” I kneel—and his foreskin is filled, ballooned with his jism. I take him in my mouth and peel back all that skin. The cum runs out on my tongue. I think I might shoot myself as I lick up every drop. He pulls up his shorts the moment I am done, grabs and shirt and leaves. I am still on my knees, in a slight daze. The dumpy looking guy steps up. He’s been jerking to the scene. “Quick, I have a four-day load here for you.” I get him into my mouth, just as he empties into me. He just keeps cumming. Massive. I shoot myself, splattering the floor between his tennis shoes… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Saved It For You!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 18, 2023

My Playroom—August, 2023 I think we both knew it had to happen. It was just up to him for when. My prolific commentor, GaryM, finally took the big step to say he wanted to come to the playroom. From all our banter in the comment section, I knew we liked the same things, so of course I said ‘yes!’ We settled on a day and time in the middle of the last full week of the month. GaryM arrived on time—and was slightly nervous. He is around my age, with a slender build and a beard that I couldn’t wait to feel on my ass. I think he double checked his cleanout after the long car ride and then I took him downstairs… I lean against the fuck bench. He is sitting on the bed. “I think you should get me hard.” He kneels on the padded exercise mat below the bench. He makes a sound in the back of his throat that is all about desire. He does a deep intake of breath, his nose deep it the fabric of the jock pouch. He is definitely someone who appreciates the work I’ve done on making this jock ripe. He exhales slowly and begins to lick it. His tongue is active and determined. The pouch is pulled back and he licks the head of my erecting cock. He groans as he gets some precum. He swallows me to root and back again. I don’t have to ask him to include my balls. He’s read countless times how I love them licked and not sucked. He leaves them wet and slick, going back to my cock shaft once again. I let him get his fill—but I am eager to get my tongue into him. “Let’s use the bench,” I suggest. GaryM gets up on it. I adjust him slightly, so his leaking dick is not mashed on the upper part, but hanging off it. I get some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his pucker. It’s a hole that has seen a fair amount of play—and a responsive one. The moment I lick it, GaryM groans and his hole opens a fraction. I poke in and begin a seriously long rimjob. He groans and mutters to himself. I grease my cock as I continue to lick and suck and spit into him. I need to do it. I want my cock up that ass. I stand up, the head slapping at his open hole. I push—and I’m in. I pause. GaryM groans—and I slide all the way in. My pubes grind against him. I’m deep. His ass squeezes down on me. I wait until it releases my dick before I begin to fuck. GaryM is now moaning. His eyes find the mirror that sits on the side wall, tilted so he can see me fucking him. He is fascinated and can’t look away. I pull my cock out of his ass. He begs for it, even as I am already walking towards his mouth. He cleans me—every inch of my cock and balls. I go back up him with just the spit he’s left behind on my cock. He groans, louder this time. I am repeatedly hitting his prostate. The next time I pull out, I let him clean me again, but I also spend time tonguing his well fucked hole. It’s delicious. I understand now why he wouldn’t let my assflavored cock out of his mouth. We switch to the sling. GaryM loves the new view in the mirror above him. Again, I eat his ass for longer than usual. I finally rear up and fuck him. Slow and purposefully, building to a chain rattling fast tempo with my hips slapping hard into his upturned ass. I pause. I eat his ass. It’s incredibly juicy now. I fuck him again. This time when I pull out, I bring it around to the top of the sling. He cranes around and takes as much of my proffered penis as he can in this awkward position. He groans, feeling supremely slutty. I go back and fuck him one more time. “I think we need to let me in the sling so you can lick my ass.” He’s been waiting. I get am out—and I get in, pulling the straps of the jock up so they are out of the way of my hole. He kneels. He licks my balls first…and then slowly works his way down. He groans as his tongue hits my much tighter pucker. He tells me I taste good. I am sure that the vigorous fucking we’ve done has given my hole a hot sheen of sweat. I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue and lips go to work on me… * We do another round of fucking in the sling. I start slowly again. His hole has closed up from when he knelt to rim me. I work it open with my wet cockhead, smearing my juices all over those swollen asslips. Only then do I enter him. And fuck. Hard. With a drive to get my balls working towards orgasm. I stop, leaving him panting and wet. “It’s time for the rimseat.” I go under first. I lick his hole—which the seat stretches open for even deeper access. GaryM moans and watches the nasty porn in front of him, flexing his ass muscles occasionally. When he does, his puffy asslips push into my mouth, making me moan. Everytime he does it. Then we switch. GaryM is in another place now. Oh, he’s down there, making me feel terrific, but we are both floating—our minds only thinking of the pleasure we are giving each other. He has no intention of stopping. I finally have to stand up to rest my legs, as the seat is low for me. He begs me to sit down again. And I make him happy. I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue do anything it wants to me… But finally, I know I need to breed or I will just not be able to do it if we go much longer. We choose the sling—as I want to see his face when I let loose. I rim. I fuck. I rim. His hole is so wet with his ass juices, I only stop licking when I realize I’m going to shoot. I stand up—and fuck my dick inside of him. It explodes…blast after blast… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: It Had to Happen: Blogger meets Reader (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 16, 2023

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I have taken money a few times. A man I used to fist, really got off on making the experience transactional. He told me, after our first session, he wanted to pay me for my time and my expertise. I refused. He left in a huff. When I tried to arrange a second meeting, he told me he would only come back if he could pay me. That was when I learned it was his fetish. Paying me after I worked his ass was how he 'got off.' I decided to indulge him. He paid well--and I used all the money I earned to buy things for the playroom, including the bigger toys he was soon taking.

I was the same. I couldn't bend forward to suck, but head over heels, I could. I sucked myself from around 14 until I finally lost my virginity at age 20. I'm cut--and so was every man I met for the longest time. afterwards.

Grand Rapids—August, 2023 After the house party, I waited an entire week to have sex again. Me. I was completely sated from my time in Chicago at the house party. I was also making sure that everything was normal—and that I hadn’t picked up anything during all that play. I was also saving up a big load for Osvaldo. He hasn’t been mentioned on here for a bit, as he’s been out of commission. Osvaldo loves big things in his ass and he told me about 8 months ago he was bleeding after getting fucked. I know he went to the doctor—but he never told me exactly what was happening, whether it was an anal fissure or some hemorrhoids that were bleeding, or what. It took him half a year to recover—but he announced his first post hiatus anal sex with a series of pictures sent to my phone. He was ready for me anytime—but with my summer schedule, we had to delay it until August. We planned our meet for a CumUnion. He wanted me and anyone else who wanted a turn inside him. We agreed on 9pm. I drove up and learned he was running late. He told me to go there and have fun—just not to blow my load. I got there, checked in and wore the grungy jock and my boots. I slung the towel over my shoulder and went to see who else was around… The crowd is sparse. And talkative. It is more of a social club tonight than a sex club. There are likely 15 or so guys here, much more interested in the porn or the hot tub than having sex. Or maybe it’s early. I walk around and note there is a new fuck bench near the sling—replacing a worn-out couch in the back corner. I go into the big screen television room and settle in to watch some porn. I can usually find a man to give me some warm-up head here. Not tonight. I stroke. I walk and check the time. He’s now 30 minutes late from his newest guestimate of arrival. In the course of my rounds, I bump into an acquaintance from the gay campground. We chat and eye each other, but don’t do anything. I go back to a smaller porn station near the sling. A man comes around the corner. Tall and around my age. He sits in the other chair. He drops his towel. He has a hard seven incher. We stroke. He sucks me. I return the favor. Neither of us thinking we will get the other off. As he stands and wraps the towel around him, the Campground Guy comes in and lies in the sling. And I thought he was a top. I go over and begin rimming him. He groans. “Someone told me you’re good at eating hole—and they aren’t lying.” He groans again and strokes his dick. “You ready for my cock.” He nods. “Always wanted it…” I bounce the head on his tight ball sack and add a little more lube to the shaft. I ease it into him. He’s tight—but my cock has no entry problems. His erection goes down as he takes me, but he is concentrating on his ass now anyway. I hold and our eyes meet. He nods and I begin fucking. The sling starts creaking. All the guys in the lounge around the corner crowd in to watch. They keep their distance. The looks range from turned on to put out that someone is having more fun than they are. I slow down and begin very long strokes—almost pulling out of Campground Guy and then slamming back in. His breathing is ragged now. His cock is oozing constantly as I pummel him. “Oh, fuck…” He doesn’t truly shoot, but cum is just released from his balls. I bend over and lick some of it up and pull my cock out of him at the same time. “Damn, I needed that,” he groans as I help him out. The crowd immediately disperses… * Osvaldo’s now an hour late from the new start time. But I finally see him come in. He gets ready—but is still running around, not settling down to play. After 20 minutes of this, I finally tell him to come meet me at the sling when he’s ready. I go up, thinking I can get some head to keep me hard until he arrives. I’m wrong. But Osvaldo is soon there. He wants to try the new bench. I tell him to suck me, to get me super hard. He does. Avidly. “Up on the bench.” He crawls up and I spread his full butt cheeks. My tongue finds his hole. I burrow in. We have an observer. The only man here now that I think is a top. He strokes an ample cock to our play. As I stand up, his eyes are glued to my cock entering Osvaldo raw. “You should use his mouth,” I say as I sink into place. He makes no move to do so, but strokes harder. I fuck. It feels great to be back in this wet hole. Another younger man enters. The stroking top touches his arm and younger guy goes to his knees to suck the top. I grin and keep plowing Osvaldo. Soon, the other top gets the younger man on his feet and bent over. The bench is just long enough that the two bottoms are now face to face. The top pushes into the ass of the other younger man. The Daddies fuck as the two young men hold onto each other, moaning. I want them to kiss, but it doesn’t happen. Osvaldo gestures he wants to get up. He leads me by the hand to his room on the floor below. He desperately wants to film the fucking—and can’t in the public space. I eat his ass. He films it. I fuck him bent over on the bed. He films it. And I take the camera from him for a different angle. He sits on my face. And films it. And riding my cock as I lie there. I suggest I hold the camera and do an underneath shot as I fuck him on all fours. He loves the idea. We fuck. It is late and I’m tired. More from all the waiting and doing nothing than from play. We go back upstairs. “Remember, what you promised,” he whispers as he climbs in the sling. I eat his now thoroughly fucked hole. I stand up and slide in. As the sling creaks, a few men come in. One is brave enough to come over and offer a hard cock for Osvaldo’s mouth. “Fuck him good,” says one of the onlookers. “Fill that fucker up.” Little does the onlooker know… I am close, willing myself to cum. I do a blast of cum into him. Osvaldo forgets about the cock in his mouth and milks my dick. “Do it, Daddy…” he whispers. I concentrate—and begin to piss. He has never taken my piss, but lately every text has been about my pissing in his ass. Now I am. And it’s a bigger load than I thought I had in me. I pressure wash his gut. Osvaldo is groaning and kneading his cock through the fabric covering it. I finally go dry. I pull out of him carefully. He leaks just a few drops that I quickly mop up with my towel. He has his camera with him and races to the shower. The next day I get a video of him expelling the piss from his ass in a high arc… Osvaldo sent me videos of us and then pictures taken from the videos. And all included his face—and I can’t publish them here. I will post a few of him from the last time we met instead. They are on the main site--use the link address below. The original post, with pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Wants Something New (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 14, 2023