FelchingPisser

Mine is just a goatee, but it does the trick. Love to use it as they sit on the rimseat and hump them with my chin. It was fun, with this guy, to reverse the roles.

Near Home—February, 2024 I was wanting something different by Monday. I tried looking online, but I had no luck. I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck. And it held… I am in the straight theatre. Alone for the briefest of moments. I stroke myself hard. The door opens. The bald-headed man comes in. I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked. He wastes no time and kneels before me. His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act. When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves. In moments, his partner comes in. He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job. He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner. He actually makes me moan out loud. When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service. His partner is back in a few minutes. There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade. He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself. I suck him for a moment when he stands up. But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth. I don’t see them again for the rest of the day. Nothing is happening in here now. And the video has changed. One with far too much scene work for its own good. I go next door. One man is here. He is likely in his 70’s. He’s maintained well, thick set but trim. He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself. He smiles as I take out my cock. “That’s a beauty.” “You have a great dick, too…” And he does. Not as long but just as thick. He smiles again. “Think you could help me get off?” I nod. He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. Underwear follows. He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair. His cock is impressive. Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head. I get down in front of him. His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out. I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced. I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. He moans. He sighs. He jerks himself as I lick his balls. But I can’t seem to get his nut. Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum. He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access. I keep worming my finger back to his pucker. I find it and stroke it. More precum. I push into him. He groans and his cock is now a faucet. I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth. Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue. He thanks me for giving him just what he needed. I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room. The straight side, too. I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. I stroke. The porn is good, but a shade young for me. Finally, the door opens. A man I’ve never seen before comes in. He is around my age, maybe just under. He has a great full beard which is snow white. The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp. He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him. His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it. We chat. He is not from around here. Chicago actually. Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting. “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes. “Go for it.” He kneels and takes me in his mouth. Heaven. The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good. Great even. This guy has them beat. Every move he makes causes me to squirm. He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls. He inhales. “Oh, fuck…” He begins to lick and savor them. Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them. “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…” That’s my line! How often have I said that to a guy in these pages?? He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring. I stroke as he does it. “Smear that precum on my beard, too.” I do, loving the feel of that. Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too. My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more. He finally undoes his own pants. He’s hard, with an average cut cock. I go down on him. He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I save my ass for the boyfriend. And I couldn’t take you anyways…” His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently. “I’ll tell you what I really want…” I look at him. “I want to eat your ass.” I smile. I stand up and unbuckle my belt. From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks… I walk to him and turn around bending slightly. It’s awkward for both of us. His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us. “Let me get on a chair.” I kneel, my ass jutting towards him. He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast. He is just as good at this. My cock juices as I stroke. For a moment he stops. “I want you to cum on my chest. So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…” I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue. He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move. His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard. He dives back in, a full face plant. He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans. His tongue is driving me crazy. And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot. “You want my load?” He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole. I stroke a little more. I move and he rears back, letting me turn. I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest… * We talked a little more. He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing. I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..." February 19, 2024

Near Home—February, 2024 This entry contains some straight sex. If that is an issue, skip this post. Saturday afternoons at the bookstore (not that they sell anything that looks like a book or a magazine anymore) had proved to be a lot of fun. So, the first Saturday of February, I took off after lunch, not knowing what I would find… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. A very old white man is standing against the wall near me. He pays me no attention at all—it’s all about the video. The married Hispanic, the one who always wants to be fucked, but never prepares for it (after all, that would be gay!) walks into the room. He eyes the old man. Minutes later, he pulls down his pants, exposing his ass and points it in our direction. We both look at him, but neither of us give him the nod. He pulls them back up. He walks over to the old man and kneels in front of him. I am surprised. I can count on one hand the times I have ever seen this guy take a cock in his mouth. To my surprise, the old man unzips. The Hispanic goes down on the soft cock presented to him, desperate to get it hard enough for his ass. It never happens, though he works on him for a good five minutes. The door opens. A larger white guy in a ball cap enters. The Hispanic is up like a shot. His pants are dropped and his ass presented to the new guy. And he gets fucked—bent over the waste basket. Ball Cap motions me over, but I pass. Eventually the two of them take a break. And he seems to have been clean enough for the under endowed top. They go out the door together. The older man jerks his limp cock a little, but gives up and goes home. I sit alone and stroke, rather contented. A straight couple walk in, trailed by three men. The straight couple is white—he is likely in his 60’s and in decent shape. She is younger, likely early 50’s. She has kept in good shape. The men, all white, are 50 and up. One guy sits across from the couple. One stands at the back with me and another man hovers by the door. The couple watch the movie, sitting side by side. The rest of us watch them. As the woman has a very vocal orgasm on the screen, the woman stands up and removes her dress. She is naked beneath but for panties. Her partner/husband/boyfriend helps her remove these. She sits down. He begins to finger her to orgasm. The men, but for me, begin breathing heavier. The guy next to me pulls out his dick and strokes. She gets off noisily. The man never touches himself, nor does she. He gives her a second orgasm. I wonder idly if they just like to show off or do they play with others. I get the answer a moment later as she stands up and surveys the room. “Who want to fuck me,” she asks, rather husky and low. The man next to me, cock out, moves forward. She whispers something in his ear. I assume it’s about condoms, but I’m wrong. He nods to whatever she said. She bends, leaning on the seat back in front of her. He takes her from behind, her partner watching every thrust. He shoots very fast. “Who’s next?” asks her partner, looking right at me. I shake my head. The oldest man in the room totters forward. I recognize him as a cocksucker that rarely gets any attention here as he shuffles from room to room. She goes to work blowing him. You can see the change in him as she makes him feel like a man again. I go next door before he gets erect. The Hispanic and Ball Cap are in the gay cinema. They are fucking, not even pausing as the door opens and I come in. Again, I am asked to join. I’m not going there. No one else is in the room. I try to watch the movie but it is one of those where they models have to answer dozens of questions before the fuck. I finally give up and go back. At the door to the straight theatre, I find the thickly built Black top who loves to pass around his bottoms. He looks at me, and the door, shaking his head. “She’s taken over…” I go in. More men are standing around. The very old man she was blowing when I left, is buttoning up his pants. I casually wonder if he got off—or even hard. I sit back in my usual spot. A handsome, younger guy comes over. I recognize him from here, but haven’t seen him in a long time. He sits next to me. The guy I saw fuck her is ready to go again. He moves in and once again she leans on the seat back in front of her and takes him from behind. The handsome man next to me, begins to suck my cock. I watch the guy fuck her as I feel the hot mouth giving me excellent head. The guy fucking moans. Loud. He gives her another load. He pulls out and finds he has nothing to clean up with, so I give him a piece of paper towel from my pocket. “You should fuck her,” he whispers in my ear. “She wants it in the ass.” At the same moment, her partner swivels around and looks right at me. I pause. And walk towards them. “Wow,” she says, touching my wet cock. “I’ve never had one that big back there.” Her partner encourages her to try it. The men in the room form a circle to watch us. She nods to her partner and leans against the chair back. I step up, turned on by the idea of her never taking anyone so big in her ass, not to mention two loads to fuck in back there. The head goes in. She pants. And pulls off me. She turns and grabs her partner. Now he can’t see it—but her shaking body tells him I am back inside her. Slowly opening her up. I can feel the loads begin coating my cock. They help her take every inch of me. “Oh, my God, I feel like he’s splitting me in two!” Her partner kisses her—and I begin a very slow fuck. “Fill her up!” pipes up the guy who shot the two loads in her ass. I fuck and churn his cum. It is dripping onto my balls on the back stroke. She groans into her partner’s shoulder. “I am so proud of you,” he whispers. I pick up the pace. Not drastically, but enough for her to feel it. And him—as she rocks into him with my thrusts. “Take his cock…” he whispers. “You know you want it…” “My ass is so full…” This is news to some of the men watching. I notice a number of them are jerking now. I fuck. I can’t say I’m getting close, but I am trying to will myself to shoot. And suddenly it’s all over. She pulls off my dick, whimpering into her partner’s neck. Then she turns and thanks me, adding “That was incredible. I never thought I could take you.” She gets dressed. Just the dress. Leaving the panties off. The partner pulls me to the side. “I couldn’t see it, but you gave her more than she’s ever had. Sorry you didn’t shoot your load. Most guys cum moments after they go inside her.” I smile and shake my head. “I’m not most guys…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: My Cock Likes Hole. Any Hole… February 17, 2024

My Playroom—January, 2024 At the top of January, Jaylen sent me a text. (Jaylen is the college aged young man I met first at his apartment and once again when he came to the playroom for his first sling ride.) He requested a meet. I asked if he would like me to come back to his place or if he would he rather be in the playroom? He emphatically chose the playroom. We set a date, but his boss needed him to work. But, being the responsible type, he let me know days in advance. We delayed it a week—and on the last day of January he arrived in my driveway. He sent me text that he arrived, being of that generation who don’t believe in doorbells… He stands in the entrance area, with a slight case of nerves. His fingers keep raking his long hair out of his face. Jaylen is white, late 20’s and carries some extra pounds. I hang up his coat in the closet. He decides to double check his clean out in the bathroom and I take the opportunity to strip down to a jock and boots. I take him downstairs and he strips, tossing his clothes in the chair as I find slightly more bland porn than I often show. I hit ‘play’ and turn around. Jaylen is already on his knees. I grin and slowly take off my robe, showing the thick mound of cock hidden by the jock pouch. I deliberately hang the robe up on the door knob. Jaylen touches himself as he watches. I move so I am just inches from his face. I twist the fabric and my cock springs free. He reaches up and guides me into his mouth. His tongue is all over my dick head. He licks and sucks and moans to himself. Now, he tries to take as much down his throat as he can take. He ends with about two thirds of me imbedded in his throat. He pulls off me, panting. “It didn’t get any smaller…” I offer. He does it again, making himself choke. I slap his cheek with my cock, smearing some deep throat spittle on him. I use my cock head to wipe it up again—and stick it all back into his mouth… I have lowered the mid-section of the fuck bench before he got here, thinking it might be more comfortable for him. He gets up on it, kneeling on what is now a padded table. I eat his ass. “No one does that like you do,” he mumbles. I keep going until he is all but begging me to fuck him. I stand up, hoping I have lubed him enough. It’s a tight hole. My head pops in. He pants as I stay in place. Then I pull out and eat his ass some more. I stand up a second time and he takes my whole cock. I begin the fuck the moment his breathing returns to normal. We both like the sound of my slim hips thwacking into his full ass. I remember that he loved ass to mouth. I pull out and let him taste his ass juices. He licks me clean. I fuck him once more, before we move to the sling. He jumps up and into it like a pro this time. “I love the sling,” he confirms as I get his ankles into the stirrups. I eat his hole once more. And plow it. Jaylen’s eyes are on the mirror. He can’t take his eyes off it. “Would you record me getting fucked?” I dig out his phone for him and let him get it ready. I hold it, so he will be able to see close up what my cock looks like as I fuck into him. I actually pull it out, and bounce it on his ball sack so the camera can see its length, before I work it back into him. I fuck him and switch the recorder off. I hand it to him and fuck him harder, now that I have nothing in my hands and I can hang onto the sling frame. We pause. “Would you mind going back to the bench, but with the middle section up?” he asks. I don’t. I take a sip of tea and crawl under the bench. In a matter of three minutes or less, it is back in its usual position. We change over. I fuck him. He cleans me. I grab the smallest butt plug. He pants heavily, but takes it. Once it snaps in place, he even likes the feel of it. I work it out and insert it once more. We fuck. We fuck some more, back at the sling, his legs on the floor and his chest supported by the leather. He likes this—telling me it makes him feel ‘really used.’ This makes me fuck him even harder. Jaylen gets back into it the normal way. I fuck him again. He loves how easily he is taking my dick now. He asks about the toy with graduated balls getting larger and larger. I pull it out. He takes the first two easily. But I have to work on the third one. He grabs his cock and jerks as I try to get it inside. I work the first two out and begin again. One ball. Two. The third, larger than the first two, pops in… “Fuuuuck!” He is cumming. He shoots a big load all over himself. I lean down and my tongue finds a sweet puddle of cum. He writhes as I slurp it up. Then he gets apologetic. I can still try to fuck him; he thinks he can take it. I tell him I am fine. I will breed him the next time we meet… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Playroom Helps Jaylen Push his Limits February 15, 2024

Near Home—January, 2024 Braydon, the furry cub I’ve been meeting and breeding at the bookstore, sent me a text, hoping to set up a date for the last few days of January. We talked about his coming to the playroom, but we both really liked his being available to other men while we were playing. We agreed to meet at the bookstore, on Tuesday at 1:30pm. I only mention the time as I went a little earlier to see what was happening. And what was happening was Braydon on his knees, sucking a cute college boy… The young man with a ponytail and glasses is standing against the back wall on the straight side. I move past them and sit in the cocksucker’s seat. I take out my dick and stroke to Braydon’s mouth skills. They are making the young man with the ponytail moan. Ponytail looks over at me. I nod. “Fuck his mouth,” I say softly. The guy grabs Braydon’s ears and does just that. The door opens. A man who stood behind me as I bought me ticket comes in. He is around my age and build. He wears a neck brace. He sees the action, moves behind Braydon and unzips. He is soon stroking a nice seven incher. Neck Brace finally sees me and comes over. I suck his cock. This seems to really excite Ponytail. He pumps into Braydon’s mouth faster and more forcefully. Neck Brace hears something in the hall outside the door. He pulls out of my mouth, shoves his cock back in his pants and takes off. Ponytail makes a move, too. He turns from Braydon and offers me his wet cock. He is not long, but quite thick. I suck him for a few moments. He pulls out, panting, and goes to his knees to taste me. Braydon stands up, never taking his eyes off Ponytail with my cock in his mouth. Braydon undoes his belt and fly. His pants crumple around his ankles. He turns and bends, holding on to the back of the bench in front of us. Ponytail stops sucking and looks at Braydon’s butt. I go to my knees and begin rimming him. Ponytail moves around and sticks his thick dick back in Braydon’s mouth. I rear up and my slick cock penetrates Braydon for the fist time today. He groans around the cock in his mouth, making the groan sound that much hotter. I fuck Braydon at a nice warm up speed. “You want to try his ass?” I ask. At that moment, Ponytail shoots in Braydon’s mouth. As the young man pulls out, Braydon turns. He kisses me, snowballing the load onto my tongue. I drool it out into my palm. “This cum needs to go in your ass.” I coat my dick with it and shove it into Braydon. Ponytail has stopped his clean up and just watches us, a look of sheer lust on his face as he sees his cum being fucked into the hairy hole… * I love the feel of the cum in Braydon’s hole, but I slow down the fuck as the young man leaves. Braydon swings around and cleans my dick. He has me sit down so he can really do it properly. He cleans my cock again, slowly and deliberately. He does the same for my balls, which certainly have some of Ponytail’s cream on them. Just like last time, he lifts my balls out of the way and tongues lower, taking in the sweat and scent of the very heart of me. He comes up for air, then does it all again. Eventually, we move to the gay theatre to see if there is anyone there. There isn’t. I have him drop his pants and I fuck him again. Hard and fast. I pull out and move to a chair. I unbuckle my pants and push them down to my ankles. “Taste yourself on my cock.” Braydon in on his knees, licking and swallowing me down. Now he has easier access to get under my balls. He spends a lot of time there. Once again, his tongue almost grazes my asshole, but not quite. He comes up for a breather. “I don’t know why your scent turns me on so. Love it.” “I love that you love it.” He talks a little about doing new things—and being turned on my someone’s smell and taste is new to him. I tell him I love his tongue all over me. We fuck once more. I sit back down and I don’t have to ask him to come lick me. He is all over my cock and my balls. He snakes down my perineum and this time his tongue hits my tight pucker. And stays there. He breathes deep…and begins to rim me for the very first time. I don’t know if he has done this with other men and I don’t care. But if not, he is a natural. He worships my ass. He can’t stop licking me. I encourage him to spit on my hole and lick that up, too. He loves that—and does it again and again, with no prompting. I am stroking with my eyes closed, letting his tongue wander all over me…Suddenly I open them. “I need to fuck you.” In a flash he is kneeling on the chair, his full, hairy ass arched beautifully. I dig in with tongue, returning the favor. I can still just taste the load from Ponytail. I spit it back into his hole. I stand up and slide in. Braydon gasps. My cock is rampant. I fuck him. My hips slapping his upturned ass. And I am there. I blast into him, spurt after spurt. I bend, holding onto his sweaty butt. I stay there for a long time. When I know my dick can stand it, I pull out and let him clean the mixed loads off my drooling cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Explores Me...with His Tongue February 13, 2024

This is the way I greet all the men I know at the pig Chicago piss party: piss on their cocks and clean them up with my tongue. A great way to start the event!

Near Home—January, 2024 It was the last Saturday of the month. This was the end of the week where I had had to re-schedule two meets and be stood up by the third. I usually went to the bookstore on weekday afternoons. But I had tried a Saturday afternoon before, and found it much more varied. I had an early lunch, and took off… The parking lot is jammed. I have to park on the street. Something I have never done in all the years I have been going. I go into the straight theatre. It’s where the guys are. Men I’ve never seen before and some regulars. There is a cocksucker, no longer in the seat, but kneeling on the floor. He is sucking a bald white man, around my age, who sports a long, thin cock. Four men I’ve never seen before have their cocks out and are jerking as the they watch the action. I sit to the side. I haul out my hardening dick. I am pretty sure that at least one of those four men will want more than their hand. I am ready to find out as… “Hey! You’re here!” I turn. It is a light skinned Black man. He is 40-ish and looking very dapper in a two-piece suit. I instantly recall when, several months ago, he took maybe a third of my cock in his ass and thought he had the whole thing. He grabs my wrist and leads me to the back row. I sit on the bench next to where the guy is giving head on the floor. The suit coat comes off and is left on the back of the bench in front of us. He kneels. And begins giving me head. Side by side with the other couple. The audience can now watch two big dicks being serviced. They stroke with abandon. This guy is good with his mouth. I lean back and try not to think how I’d like to go down the row of all those guys jerking, taking each load. My cocksucker is dripping vast amounts of spit all over me (why I wear clothes I don’t care about.) It’s actually kind of hot to feel awash with it all. Once or twice the guy getting blown next to me has caught my eye with that “I hope your sucker is as good as mine” look. My sucker stands up, making me look back at him. He drops his pants. I can’t imagine what his suit pants will look like later after they fall to his ankles and sit on this floor. He turns and leans on the bench in front of us. I slide to the floor and eat his ass. He is freshly showered, but with just enough sweat from the exertion of sucking me, to taste wonderful. I shove as much spit up his hole as I possibly can. It is as tight a hole as any I have ever tongued. “Fuck me with that big cock,” he whispers—but loud enough for the audience to hear. They jerk harder. I stand. I am greased up with a lot of lube on my cock. A LOT of lube. I work the head into his tight pucker. He gasps. A guy, jerking, steps closer. I hold in place. I inch forward. One inch. My guy groans. Another inch. Maybe a third of my full length. And his hand reaches back, grasping my shaft. Tight. We stand like this for a few minutes. I try to move his hand away. He won’t budge. He just groans and pants. I try to inch in a little more. Nothing moves. A man comes over from the wall, offering my guy a dick to suck. I like this idea; it will take his mind off his ass. But he disdainfully pushes the proffered cock away. I sigh. We continue to stand like this for a full five minutes. That is an eternity of no pumping. No fuck motion at all. My cock is going down from a combination of no movement, the death-like grip he has on it and from me now getting pissed. I finally lean across his back and tell him to let go, I need to move. He lets go—but steps forward just as I was going to add an inch into him. I come out of his ass altogether. He swivels around and tells me it felt great and wasn’t I even deeper than last time. “I think it was the same, or maybe a little less.” He looks disappointed for a moment. I excuse myself and go to take a piss. I know none of these men are going to touch my dick knowing it’s been in an ass, even an exceptionally clean one. I go into the gay cinema. The crowd here is nowhere as big as next door. But a young white college student kneels in front of me the moment I take my cock out. He gives me great head for his experience level. He really wants my load. But that is incredibly far away after the death grip. He sucks and licks until he just can’t stand the cold linoleum anymore. I go back next door. All the men have vanished. But for my first guy. He waves to me from the seat we’d used. I sit down and let him suck me some more. “Do you want my ass again?” “Will you let me try to actually fuck you?” “But you were…” “No, I was inside you. Some of me. It’s not the same thing.” We agree to stick with his mouth for now. Once again, I tell him that we should try his ass with him relaxing in my sling, away from everyone else. He nods, but never asks for my number… * The huge crowd is now totally gone. Two guys who want to just jerk are doing just that in the gay theatre. In the straight is a lone white man, who looks vaguely familiar. He has taken one leg of his trousers off and folded them over onto the still clothed leg. He is jerking to the video on the big screen and to porn playing on his phone. I try to make eye contact to see if he wants some help. Nothing. But I am pretty sure I’ve had this guy before. I go over to him and kneel in front of him. He stops jerking. I take his wet cock in my mouth. He keeps the phone positioned just above me—perhaps to block out the image that it’s a guy making his cock feel so good. I suck and slurp. I lick his big balls, making his dick drool as I slowly jerk it. I clean that up. Then, from high above: “You swallow?” I grunt an affirmative. And like clockwork, he let’s go of an enormous load. I have to swallow fast to keep up with it. I clean up every drop. He continues to look at his phone. Never at the man who just gave him what he wanted… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Two Bookstore Oddities: The Death Grip and the Phone Block February 9, 2024

And at 6'3" I almost always find them too low!

Near Home—January, 2024 On Sunday, the third week of January was full of playdates. Three to be precise. By Monday, there was one. I landed a work gig and now had a conflict with Friday. My fisting bud graciously agreed to come to the playroom two weeks later. Another bud had his own work conflict, his boss couldn’t let him have Wednesday off. We agreed to meet the following Wednesday instead. That left my Tuesday meet. Maybe. He was a young man who had stood me up before. After a long silence, he explained what had happened beofre and could I give him another chance. I wasn’t sure I should, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and said ‘Yes.’ He desperately wanted to be pissed on and to finally get fucked by a man of my size. We talked about it, but not too much. It really seemed like he wasn’t doing one of those ‘wank to my answers’ email exchanges. On Tuesday, the time for his text saying he was on the road came. Nothing. Thirty minutes before he was due to arrive, I got on Recon. He was not online. I wrote him a lengthy message saying never again. I waited, not sending it, until his appointed arrival time, and then, ten more minutes. Nothing. No one at the door or a text with an excuse. I hit ‘send’. And I was pissed, mostly with myself that I had let myself in for it a second time. I had gone from a full week of sex partners to none. I got in my car and drove to the bookstore to find someone to put me in a better mood… The parking lot is almost bare, not helping my fuming. I am jovial with the female clerk, who seems to think of me as a personal friend. I sit in the straight theatre. No one here. But the porn is nasty and hard—fitting my mood. The Voyeur comes in. He nods to me and stands along the back wall. We chat. He commiserates, but does not get his cock out. Eventually he goes off to scout the noises we hear through the grating separating the two theatres. The porn heats up. I happily stroke. The door open. A white man, around 40 comes in. He sits in the chair against the wall where he can see the screen—and me. In moments he is kneading his crotch through his pants. Soon, the zipper comes down. His hand snakes inside. He is large framed guy—could easily have played football at school. Still in good shape; you can tell his arms fill the sleeves of his shirt. His face is as handsome as his chest is pumped. He is watching the movie half the time and me the other half. But he doesn’t pull out his dick; he seems quite content to feel himself up through his fly. Suddenly, he stands. “Fuck it,” I hear him say under his breath. He walks to me. “You have a gorgeous cock. Can I suck it?” I really smile for the first time since I drove here in a huff. I nod and spread my legs. He steps over me and kneels. He just looks at my dick for a long moment, then, almost reverently, he holds the base and goes down on me. He’s terrific. Great suction and, damn, his mouth is wet. My pants are soon getting soaked from all the spit he’s producing and I don’t care. He can’t get enough of my precum and the scent of my cock and balls. Now he licks the nuts. Thoroughly. He groans as his tongue digs deeper and connects with my cock ring. He spends forever licking them, cleaning them of sweat and his own spit that got drooled down onto them. He takes my whole cock deep in his throat for the first time. It’s a tight fit. But not painful. Until he does it repeatedly. His teeth scrape the base of my shaft. I wince, but the good is out weighing the bad. I let him have his way with my cock. Finally, as I see him tiring, I tell him it feels great, but I likely won’t cum. He seems relieved. He uses my knees to help him get up off of his. He thanks me and tells me it’s the biggest he’s ever sucked. He leaves. I go piss. And notice there are red abrasion marks where his teeth kept hitting right at the base of my dick. But he didn’t break the skin. I check out the gay theatre. A couple of regulars are there—and the voyeur. But the movie is so bad (first time porn guys talking to the cameraman—forever!—about why they want to be in porn) that I go back to the other side. It’s still the same video—and just as filthy. Now with two guys in the same woman. She can barely open her mouth wide enough… I stroke. A guy comes in. He is maybe 25. A young Latino with his jet-black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He, too is good looking, with black stubble covering his cheeks and chin. He stands against the wall. Not right next to me. He can’t take his eyes off the screen. His hand begins kneading his pants. The Voyeur comes in and stands next to him. He does the same. He takes his cock out first. Then the younger man. His cock is thin, with a lot of foreskin. The three of us stroke. The Voyeur, ever helpful, leans into the Latino and whispers: “That guy is a really good cocksucker.” The Latino looks at me, hesitates for a maybe 10 seconds, before turning and offering me his dick. The moment it is in my mouth, I work the foreskin back with my tongue. He groans. The Voyeur moves around and presses himself against the young man’s back and begins to work his nipples through his T-shirt. The guy doesn’t stand a chance of prolonging his orgasm with the two of us working on him. He begins to moan. He grabs the sides of my head, thinking I might pull away. Suddenly, he is convulsing, spewing his creamy seed into my mouth. Blast after blast. Now it’s my turn to hold on to his balls so he doesn’t pull away. He lets me get every last drop from his shrinking cock. And I begin to feel better about my day… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Voyeur Recommends My Mouth February 7, 2024

This feels like a question from 2009.

Near Home—January, 2024 The morning after I played with GaryM, I knew I would be headed to my favorite haunt. I had ended that session quite content, but I was hankering for more. What I found proved to be an explosive session… I arrive just before 2pm. There is one older white man in the straight theatre. He is in the cocksucker’s seat, but I am pretty sure he’s not there to give head. He seems enthralled by what I think is very average porn. I sit off to the side. My dick is hard, even with the rather slow ‘point of view’ porn. The door opens. A young, good looking Black man enters. A man who I’ve never seen before. He walks down to me the moment he sees my dick. His hand reaches out and hefts it. “Damn…” he mutters. He goes to the back wall and unzips his pants, taking out a cock that is only a few millimeters smaller. Not wasting time, I get up and go to him. I go to my knees. He grins and pushes his pants down to his knees, turns and presents his lightly haired ass to me. Well, fuck! My face is instantly buried in his ass crack. I find his hole and begin tongue fucking it. He moans and jerks his cock. “Fuck me, Daddy…with that big white dick…” I stand. I lube myself up. His hole is open and ready, even with just a few minutes of me eating him out. “You want it raw?” I ask, though I think I know the answer. “Fuck, yes!” I slide into him. He’s hot and wet. With some great muscle control. He squeezes me often as he jerks. “Fuck me ‘til I shoot,” he mumbles. I pick up my fuck tempo. His hand matches my rhythm. If I slow down, so does the fist stroking that big dick. I build it back up. My hips are now really slapping into that full ass. The guy near us is actually jerking to the raw fuck happening next to him, not the screen. “Oh, yeah!” the young man moans. And in just a few more strokes, he explodes all over the floor. I stay in him for a brief moment, wondering if he’ll let me load him, but he’s done after his orgasm and pulls off me. He doesn’t bother to mop up, he just stuffs his dripping cock and wet ass into his designer underwear. “That was hot,” he whispers in my ear. “Thanks, Daddy.” He takes off. All in the first 17 minutes of my time there… * I go to the gay theatre. A regular, a white cub, is stroking. He has given me a load before and comes right over the moment I sit down. I get a new one, thick and creamy, with very little work. In the back corner are two men, I can only hear, having sex. They move into the room proper now. A white guy in a backwards ball cap, decently built and likely in his early 40’s, has obviously been sucking a younger Black man, who I don’t recognize. He is slightly younger than the man doing him, but older than the man I’ve just fucked. He sits on a chair across from me. They watch me watch them as Ball Cap continues to suck, now between the other man’s spread legs. “Go suck his dick.” Ball Cap looks up at him, then at me—and crawls across the floor. He settles between my spread legs. He sucks quite well. I watch him take me deep into his mouth. Suddenly, I have a black cock in my face. I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. He groans. Now it becomes a fun free-for-all. Every body takes turns on each other. Ball Cap hauls out his dick, as well. There are moments of one man being done while he is doing the third. Moments of two mouths on one cock. All of us get fairly equal attention from the other two. We are all dick hungry pigs. We are back in the first position, me sitting with Ball Cap on my dick and the other man in my mouth when he suddenly starts breathing hard. I get a mouthful of tasty, but watery cum. I vaguely feel like it should be Ball Cap’s, but he doesn’t seem to care. We stop while the guy cleans up before taking off. Ball Cap goes out and into the arcade. I go back into the straight side. I sit in the vacated cocksucker’s seat. There is man off to the side. I suddenly recognize that it is Hipster Goatee from the day after the blizzard. He recognizes me, too. He comes back and sucks my cock for a bit, then stands, presenting his tiny penis. I go to my knees and suck him, but this time I think I know what he needs. I worm a wet finger up under his balls as I suck. He gasps as it touches his asshole. He begins seeping precum as it enters him. In moments he is giving me his load. I am alone for a bit. The door opens. It is a hot Latino I have not seen here since before the pandemic. He has a shaved head, black glasses and a cock as big as mine, but in a lovely shade of light brown. He remembers me. He whips out his cock and I suck and he plays with my dick. I have to really mind my teeth with his guy. He is constantly dripping precum. I am surprised when he pulls out of my mouth and takes a turn on me. I don’t remember him sucking before. I do know that we’ve shared ass in the past. And, seemingly, he remembers, too. “We should go next door and see if someone wants to get fucked.” We do up our pants and go over. We find an older white man there in the cocksucker’s seat. Shaved Latino unzips and pushes his pants down to his knees. He sticks his dripping dick into the guy’s face. He fucks the man’s mouth hard. He means business. He leans over, thrusting his hand down the back of the older man’s pants. Shaved Latino’s bare ass is right in front of me. I go to my knees and lick him. I don’t expect the groan of pleasure from him. But he has his cock in a practiced mouth and his ass in my face. He grinds back on me. My cock is raging. I know I’m not going to fuck him, but just my tongue in an unexpected hole is hot as fuck. Suddenly the older guy worms out from under us. He gets up to leave, forcing us to stop. Shaved Latino is panting. I really want to drop a load. I’m blunt. “Can I eat your butt until I get off?” He looks at me for half a second before saying “Sure.’ He makes himself more comfortable, stepping out of his pants and underwear. We move deeper into the deserted room. He leans against the back of a chair, arching his ass at me. I go to my knees. My tongue traces down his fairly hairy crack. It burrows into his tight pucker. “Damn, you know what you’re doing…” I am so close. I keep licking and spitting and worming my tongue into his ever-loosening hole. He reaches back and grabs the back of my head and pulls me tightly into his ass. I can barely breathe—and it’s the perfect trigger. I erupt between his shoes, shooting the massive, built-up load… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Another Bookstore Bonanza February 5, 2024

I've never bothered to count, but any of those last three figures has to be close...

My Playroom—January, 2024 GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different. I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. And it went on all night. I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up. After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep. It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed. I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired. It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive. I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late… He looks good. I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor. There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use. I step in. I let him inhale the scent. Me and the jock. I grind the pouch into his face. He begins to pant. My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue. I let him get the fabric wet. With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock. GaryM is all over it. He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it. It feels great. I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face. GaryM grunts with each thrust. His cock responds, too. I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him. He goes for the full length of me down his throat. It gets so tight, so deep. It feels great and pinches at the same time. I gasp. He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly. I sigh out loud. After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass. For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker. His groans match my own. “Get up on the bench. I need to do that to you.” He does. I kneel and dig in. My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in. He groans and I hear his poppers open. I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick. Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready. I press against his hole. GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him. I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me. I fuck him. Slow and long. Then fast and hard. I pull out and move to his mouth. GaryM cleans my cock with relish. He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily. I go back and fuck him again. Harder. One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper. I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up. On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy. I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought. It slides into him quite easily now. My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy. This time I am on top of the toy. I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it. GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so. We break. I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat. Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench. But it was too low for sustained fucking with my long legs. This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two. It raises the height of the bench nicely. I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar. He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench. I pull the bar up and his legs come up. He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest. His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. We fuck hard, both of us grunting. I give him my cock to clean. We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face. He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth. “Let’s do it right in the sling.” I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling. My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups. GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls. It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass. I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me. His tongue reaches my pucker. I hit the poppers I save for this moment. We lose track of time. He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men. I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold. I try to piss for him. I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him. But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was. And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me… * We have switched places in the sling. GaryM has brought three toys with him. They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes. After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him. Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one. I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit. The toy is not that slender. I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead. I fuck. I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth. He cleans me—and I fuck him again. I go for the next toy. It is fatter. I grease it up. Gary has to really push against it to open fully. But it goes in. I turn it. Slowly. There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist. GaryM is panting. The toy comes out. My dick goes in. He actually flinches. “I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that. He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf. It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls. He takes the first one with ease. And the second. I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. The balls go in again. One. Two. And the third. It hits the bend deep inside. “That’s it. I think I’m done.” I help him out of the sling and we hug. There is so much more to good sex than just getting off… The original post, with some intriguing comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Brings His Toys February 3, 2024

I don't fist if I can't fuck him, too. I have never found the heavier lubes you use for fisting an issue for my dick. I love to alternate hand, cock, hand, cock, hand AND cock at the same time...(with the right hole!)

My Playroom—January, 2024 Kieran, the married bear who is an excellent cocksucker, had been trying to set a date to meet up. First, the holidays got in the way. On my return, my schedule was unexpectedly busy—and didn’t coincide with the limited days he had when his wife was working. Then the snow kept us apart even longer. Finally, we found a day in the middle of the month. I suggested we meet at the bookstore so we could play with others as well, but Kieran really wanted to meet in the playroom. So, we did. He arrived early and eager. Kieran is naked, but for his thick woolen socks. He is stroking his short, fat cock to the porn playing on the big screen television as he sits on the bed. I have just come into the room from leaving my clothes upstairs in the bedroom. I hang my robe on the door knob. I’m glad I have my boots on as the playroom’s cement floor is cold, though the air is warm from the space heater. Kieran motions me over. With my long legs and how low the bed sits, he is right at eye level with my bulging, slightly discolored jock. I press it into his face, not really sure how he’ll react. He inhales deeply, grunts, and begins licking at my cock through the fabric. Soon, it is pulled to the side so his lips and tongue are on my hot flesh. He is a great cocksucker—and he knows what he’s good at. His tongue works my dripping head. He slowly licks the shaft. He comes back up and his lips oval. The moment he swallows me down is electric. He grunts the sexiest noise as my pubes brush his nose. There is none of that tight pinch I get when I’m deep in many men’s throats. Now it’s just his tongue. Head. Shaft. Balls. Repeat. I just let him go to town. I look over at the porn, but it’s a distraction to what I’m feeling. He deep throats me again—bringing my attention fully back to him. Just as quickly, he returns to my balls. I grab my wet shaft and stroke it. I smear some precum on his cheek. Balls. Shaft. Head. Deep throat. He has been sucking me for the entire first scene of the video. The two cum shots on screen make me realize how long this has gone on. He’s in no hurry to do anything else, so I just let him have his way with my juicy cock… * I finally suggest we move to the fuck bench. He gets in place quickly, his full, hairy ass up in the air. I kneel and dive in. His ass lips are large, without any stimulation from me. I know he has a toy he uses on himself. I silently wonder how often he is using it, out in the barn, away from prying eyes. I lube myself as I rim. I stand up and slide in. He groans. “Damn, a dick is better than plastic.” I begin a slow fuck, speeding up fast, to show him just how better the real thing is. I pull out. “Bring it here.” I obediently move to let him taste his ass juices on my cock. He devours it. I go back and fuck him again. This time my leg is up on the bench, right in front of his left leg. I go deeper. I pull out. Maybe I went too deep. There is no mess, but I don’t want to bury my face in his ass, as I normally would after a fuck. We move to the sling. We fuck. No, he’s fine now. Maybe it was gas. I use the egg headed dildo on him. A mistake. I have opened him up wider and deeper and something is lurking there. In the past, he felt uncomfortable when I suggested a touch up in the bathroom. It is still just the hint of something, so I go back to my dick. He is stroking himself as I fuck. I lean down, dick still in place and my tongue can just reach his piss slit. I lick it up and then drool it down onto my cock. I fuck the saliva and precum into him. I concentrate on that. And find that I could actually get off. “You want my load?” “Fuck, yes!” I fuck him faster. “Here…” I pant, “it is…” And I shoot. Not a mind blowing, worked-for-two-hours-on-it load, but pleasant. And he’s thrilled. * There was only the tiniest bit of mess on my dick as I paper toweled it after. He may have been happy, but it was an incredibly short session for me. This is now the second time he has not been as clean as my long cock needs him to be. It is going to be an interesting text when I talk to him about clean out. A quick rinse, like what he does for his toy, is not what I’m about… Or maybe our sessions need to stay oral… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Mouth Over Ass February 1, 2024

Near Home—January, 2024 I was excited. An old friend and fellow fuck bud had told me he would be in Chicago the second weekend of the month and asked if we could meet at the piss party held that Saturday. It seemed a perfect way to reconnect. And get wet together as we caught up. But winter in the Great Lakes area had other plans. It started to snow on Friday. Seven to eight inches for my area. Then freezing rain that night and more snow all day Saturday. I was snowbound. And pissed—not at all in the right way. I was semi-dug out late Sunday by the men my landlord employs for snow removal. I did more shoveling on Monday which, while cold, was a beautiful sunny day, making all the freshly fallen snow sparkle. Somewhere in the middle of clearing the driveway, I wondered if any other snowbound men of this long weekend would try to find release today. I came inside, warmed up and decided to see if anyone else was as pent up as I was. The roads were fine. And the parking lot of the bookstore actually held a handful of cars… I go into the straight theatre. Three men are here. None that I recognize. A white man in his late 30’s, with cropped hair and a hipster goatee is stroking his cock while sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. Next to him sits a young ginger with a full beard and a nose ring. The third man, is white, older than myself and sitting a few rows ahead of the other two. I wonder, as I sit to the side, if the two younger men have been playing. I take out my cock. Instantly Hipster Goatee stands up. He walks towards me, his hand holding his very hard and throbbing three-inch cock. He offers it to me to suck. Still sitting, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue go to work. He sighs. This makes Ginger Beard stand up so he can see what we are doing. Hipster Goatee reaches down and replaces my hand on my dick. He strokes me, lovingly. In moments, he pulls out of my mouth and goes to his knees. He takes me deep, first thing, gagging at about the two thirds of the way down point. He pulls off—obviously loving it. Ginger Beard takes a step closer and begins kneading his crotch. Hipster Goatee knows his way around a cock. He is giving me a terrific blow job. I wordlessly suggest he include my balls—and he does, making my cock drool. His tongue licks up the shaft to capture all the juices. But his knees tire fast. He stands up. “Now that’s a cock,” he says softly, but loud enough for the others to hear. He moves away from me, stuffing his still hard cock into his pants. The door bangs shut after him. Ginger Beard moves to me, unzipping his pants. The old man stands up and joins him. “Will you suck me?” Ginger Beard asks. He’s a handsome young man, nose ring and all. His hand is covering his plumped cock. I go to my knees. He removes his hand and a thickish seven incher is revealed. I hear the old man unzip as I go to work on Ginger Beard. “Holy fuck!” he whispers to no one in particular. His cock is juicing like crazy. He can’t have had sex for some time. I dig into his Y fronts and pull his balls out. He gasps again as I lick them. My tongue is leaving the reddish hair on his sack soaking wet. I hear the old man start stroking. “I need this…” Ginger Beard moans. I pull off him and look up at him. “I love to swallow…” “Oh, shit…” He pushes his cock back into my mouth. My words act as his trigger. He gives me a huge, younger man’s load. He can’t stop shooting. I hold onto his balls to make sure he stays in place, but he doesn’t want to go anywhere. Finally, he begins to soften in my mouth. Only then do I let go and let him pull out. He reaches for a handkerchief—and then realizes there is nothing to clean up. He grins—and steps back. The older man pushes into my mouth. “Suck it,” he rasps. I do. It’s a very average sized dick—and it is plumped, not hard. But it’s leaking pre-cum. He wants to be in charge. He begins to fuck my face—quite a feat with a not fully hard cock. But it must do it for him—for he gives me a load or a lot more precum. I can’t be sure; it just flows out of him without the force of a regular ejaculation. The door opens. A guy sticks his head in and the old man pulls out of my mouth with lightening speed. He spins around so the new guy can’t see his dick. The new guy just closes the door. The old man leaves, playfully slapping my cheek. I stay for a moment on my knees savoring what just happened… * There is a slightly more. I moved to the cocksucker’s seat. Hipster Goatee came back and we traded blow jobs again. But neither of us could get the other off. I was spoiled by those first ten minutes. And no one else was brave (or foolish) enough to come out that afternoon… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: After the Blizzard January 30, 2024

Near Home—January, 2024 I was ready for more by Thursday. I drove to the bookstore after lunch, not sure what or who I’d find… I am alone in the straight theatre. Soon, a timid old white man comes in and sits as far away from me as possible. I watch him watch the video. He seems riveted to the sex on the screen. Or the bouncing big tits. He never touches himself. Even through his pants. After about eight minutes he seems satisfied—and leaves, never to be seen again that afternoon. I stroke. The three men using her in the video are hot. And they don’t seem to mind if their dicks touch. The door opens. A young man enters, tentatively. He is, I guess, just past college age. He is tall, but under six feet. His black skin shines in the reflected light from the screen. His hair is cropped close to his head. He opens his coat and shrugs it off. He is wearing a tight tee with the local college’s name on it. He stands by the door for another moment, then sits in chair by the wall. Now he can really see me. He was aware I was in the room before, but he now can see the dick I’m stroking. He looks at it. At my face. And then at the porn. The men on the screen are a great mixed lot—an older white man, an incredibly built Black man and a wiry Latino. All with big dicks, of course. And all moving from hole to hole with ease. At the woman’s suggestion they try a DP in the same hole. This makes the young man, watching their every move, unzip. He pulls out a nice seven incher. He strokes, watching her take two in the ass while the third is in her mouth. When they reposition, he actually moans as she sucks the cocks right out of her ass. He suddenly looks at me, embarrassed that he was vocal. I grin. So does he… We watch them shift to one in each hole. They fuck—and then the Latino cock, barely missing a stroke, joins the white one, so she has two in her ass once more. My stroking companion looks over at me again—for confirmation of how hot that looks. He is stroking harder. I smile and nod. He is up out of his seat and coming towards me. He stands against the wall and offers me his cock to suck. I don’t hesitate. I take him deep into my mouth. I don’t mind at all that his focus shifts from watching his cock disappear into my mouth and checking out the action on the screen. He is dripping precum. My tongue keeps mopping it up. He stands stock still, letting me do whatever I want with my lips and tongue. It doesn’t take long. “I’m gonna cum…” He tries to pull out of my mouth to spray the floor. I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place. He gasps—and shoots big. The cum is thick and viscid. His focus is totally on me now, watching me swallow every drop of his load. I finally let him go—having made sure I lick up the final drop. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he stuffs his softening dick into his underwear. He heads to the door and is almost hit in the face as it opens. He escapes—and it’s Braydon—my cubby cumdump bud—coming in. “I was going to text you—and then didn’t. But here you are.” I tell him what I just did—and how I would have saved the load in my mouth to reverse felch into his ass if I’d known he was here. The movie ends. We go next door to the gay theatre. I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and Braydon gets between my legs. He sucks my cock. Expertly. I am super hard and dripping myself, with the sex I just had. I tell Braydon I want to fuck. He grabs a chair and turns it so the back is toward the screen. He strips, stowing his clothes under the chair. He kneels, presenting his thick, hairy ass to me. “I wish you had that cum,” he moans, as my tongue drills into his pucker. I make some sort of affirmative sound, muffled by his hairy cheeks. The door opens. It is a guy I’ve know for the 20+ years I’ve been coming here. He nods to me and whips out his ebony cock. He strokes it hard as he watches me eat Braydon’s ass. Finally, I stand up. “He has a mouth, too. Let him suck you.” Braydon groans as he takes the dick into his mouth. I let him get started before I work my cock into his ass. Soon he is being thrust into at both ends. I pull out and lick his hole once more. I stand back up and fuck. The guy in his mouth groans. I can’t tell if he is shooting or not. He pulls out and takes off. “Did he shoot?” I ask as I slow the fuck. “I don’t know. A lot of precum, though.” I move around to his mouth. “Spit it on my dick.” He does and I walk back to his upturned ass and fuck it into him… * We are on the straight side. No one is here. Or in the gay theatre. Braydon is sucking my cock. And my balls. And under my balls. And so well, I unbuckle my pants and let them fall around my ankles, so his tongue can work my balls with ease. He moans and begins traveling down my perineum. I slump in the chair for easier access. He is a millimeter away from my asshole. He stops and works his way back up. He is snuffling my scent constantly. All the dampness from our first fuck. Now licked clean. “I want to plow you.” It seems a pretty safe bet that we aren’t going to get any other men today. He drops his pants and bends over the back of the seat in front of us. I eat out his fucked hole. “Fuck me hard.” I stand up. I enter him. A little roughly in my eagerness to get in. “You have me so close to shooting,” I mumble. “Do it. Fill me up.” I fuck him harder. I really want someone to walk in, unzip and give him a cock in his mouth. But not today. I fuck Braydon with long, deep strokes. My mind flashes back to the two straight cocks in one hole in the earlier video. I would love that with Braydon. Especially with that young man I sucked off… I have a vision of us DP-ing and I am over the edge. I give Braydon as big a load as the one I got in my mouth earlier. I stay in place. Shaking with the aftermath of orgasm. I wait until my heart rate is closer to normal before I pull out and bring my wet cock to his open mouth… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "He Has a Mouth, Too!" January 26, 2024

Near Home—January, 2023 It should be no surprise that after all the ass play with Ross, that I wanted something different. I went to the closest (and most reliable) bookstore, wanting some oral action. And I didn’t care which side of it I was on… The straight theatre is busy. There are men standing along the back wall. More are scattered around in the rows of seats. All the single seats against the wall are taken. I sit in the middle, on a two-seat bench. There is no sex happening, but everyone in the room seems to be looking. The door keeps opening and closing and the guys on the back wall are in constant rotation. I open my fly and stroke. I attract interest. I know many of these cocksuckers. At least three of these guys never play with me as I don’t cum in under three minutes—they are all on the hunt for that man. A very large man is looking at me. I think I know him—but I haven’t seen him since the pandemic. He is white, around my age and there is a lot of him. He fills the chair he’s in. He is alternating stroking to the video and to me. One of the regular cocksuckers moves from the back wall and surveys me again. I think he is going to warm me up. The large man is suddenly on his feet, though it takes an effort. He moves towards me, cutting the guy off who is coming from the back. The large man sits next to me—there is just room for both of us on this bench. “I remember this beauty,” he whispers. “Can I suck it again?” I nod. (The man who was going to do me turns and flounces out of the room.) The large guy bends, with an effort. But the effect of his mouth on my cock is electric. His tongue is everything you want in a cocksucker—busy and varied. Great suction. And his mouth is so big, my cock never feels a tooth. The guy is uncomfortable bending this way. After a few minutes he repositions, using the edge of the bench to get to the floor. He is finally at the right angle for deep throat. And he takes me effortlessly. I am in heaven. No teeth, of course, and none of that tightness in the back of the throat. With some guys that tightness can feel good and still hurt at the same time—usually the latter for me. This guy’s mouth is so much bigger it is effortless and wonderful. He’s making a ton of spittle. And using it. Loving it—licking it up, sucking me clean and doing it all again. He sucks happily. I watch him and the anal sex happening up on the screen. Totally content. It can’t last. His knees are paining him. He tries to get up. I stand and help, my wet cock swinging. “Thanks,” he whispers. “I hope to do more later.” He shuffles out of the room. As I’m standing, I decide to go see if things are happening next door. I pass the Voyeur, the hot Black man, who occasionally lets me suck his long, thin dick. I tell him about the velvet mouth on the guy, but the Voyeur only shakes his head at my taste in men. I tell him talent trumps looks almost every time… * Next door, two men are finishing up, mopping at their cocks with napkins. I sit in the corner. They leave and the place is deserted. Then the large man arrives. He sits close to the screen. Two more men filter in and stand along the side wall. The Voyeur arrives and sits in the cocksucker’s chair. Does he know?? We are the only two stroking. The men along the wall are kneading. I nod to the Voyeur. He shrugs in a “I guess, why not?” gesture. I kneel in front of him and suck. He is an easy suck until his last half inch, when he decides he wants to go deep. He feels so tight in that bend of my throat. Exactly why he’d love the large guy’s effortlessness with long cocks. I go to his fragrant balls to recover his battering of my throat. We are both enjoying this—not trying for release. I finally go back to my seat. The large guy stands up, with an effort and comes over. I nod and help him down to between my spread legs. The Voyeur watches with interest at both the expressions on my face and the deftness of this man’s deep throat technique. The Voyeur stands and moves closer for a better view. Suddenly he is in my mouth. I love having a dick in my mouth as I am getting blown. The Voyeur is on the edge. I can feel it. He is producing a ton of pre-cum. And very quickly, it’s followed by five spurts of watery jizz into my mouth and down my throat. I wonder for half a second if it will take me over the edge, too. But it doesn’t. I just lean back and let that big mouth and thick tongue do its magic… * I roam back into the straight theatre. Having swallow one load, always makes me hungry for more. I find only one guy there, a shy white guy, sitting where I started the night, stroking a long, curved cock. He won’t look at me. Not directly. I am just aware of his glances at me. I sit across the aisle from him. Right in easy vision. We stroke. “Do you want some help with that?” He won’t look at me. But he doesn’t say no. I wait. I finally stand up. He strokes to the video, never looking at me. I move to him and sit next to him. He strokes faster. I take that as an affirmative and go to my knees. He takes his hands away and feeds me his cock. He still won’t look at me—even as his load begins to pour out of his piss slit… * I stay in the room and stroke. The large guy comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s seat. I am about to go and feed him my cock when the plump guy who cums in 30 seconds (if he takes his poppers) arrives. He stands right next to the Large Guy—and ignores him. I stand up. 30 Seconds thinks I’m coming for him. He gets his dick out. I stick my dick in Large Guy’s mouth. It feels different with me standing and him sitting. But very good. I would really like to give this guy a load to show him my appreciation and go home. I begin fucking his face. This is doing it for both of us. And, unfortunately, also for 30 Seconds. He begins telling me what to do. “Fuck that face. Make that cocksucker work. You should fuck him…” On and on—as he takes poppers and gropes himself. Now he reaches up and thinks he is helping by trying to find my nipple through my sweatshirt. Two minutes ago, I was close to release. Now, while I’m still enjoying the mouth and throat, I am nowhere near orgasm. I use the big mouth until he asks for break. I go back to the gay side. It’s deserted. All those men have vanished. 30 Seconds comes in. “Want it…?” I go to my knees and shut him up by connecting with his tiny cock. He huffs. And it’s over even faster than usual. He takes off. “You suck, then?” Out of the shadows, from behind the door, is a tall rangy man. He is likely my age, his handsome face lined from age and the sun. He is swinging a nice seven incher. Hard. “Now do for me, what you did for him.” He let’s me do all my tricks, until he finally begins fucking my face. I wish I had the big mouth to help accommodate him at the back of my throat, but he doesn’t care. He groans and grabs my shoulders. He holds me in place as his cock shoots again and again… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Big Mouth January 24, 2024

North of Home—January, 2024 It is likely that I picked up my cold at either of the two visits to the bookstore on Dec 31 or January 1. I felt lousy and had a nose that wouldn’t stop running (unless you counted the evenings in bed where all that mucus slid down my throat instead.) I worried that I would have to cancel my planned meeting with Ross. Sometime after I got back from New Jersey, we had set up a date for January 6. I looked back in the blog and found that we had not seen each other since August of 2022. We are both busy men, but neither of us could believe it had been that long. But better, we both knew it was time to make up for lost time. I agreed to come to his place to the north of me. I let him know how I was feeling at the top of the week—and then sent occasional reports as things improved. I really was back to my usual self by our Saturday, just a little tired from the sleep I lost due to the congestion. I tossed the sling in the car, remembering the mirror for above the frame, and set off… Ross is looking good. But there is no denying we’ve both aged a little since our last meet. He is tall and lanky, with a handsome face. He is younger that I am, but we are in the same decade. There is a shade more gray in his hair, that is now cut shorter than before. I set up the sling in his bedroom, where the bed already has a fuck sheet on it. Ross is making me a pot of tea out in the kitchen. I strip down in his office and find him on his knees, naked, waiting for me. My boots sound loud on the hard wood floor which is protected by my tarp and a sheet. I push my jock pouch into his face. He inhales. Groans. And exhales. Before he begins to lick. His tongue covers the loose weave of the fabric. Getting me wet. Getting me hard. Soon, he is sucking my rampant cock jutting out of the side of the pouch. I can’t help but throat fuck him for a moment. He gags and grins. “Get up on the bed.” Ross stands and leans, chest to mattress, his long legs in a wide stance on the floor. I go to my knees and begin to eat his hole. It is such a responsive one. I can’t stop thinking about working it to make his rose open up and bloom. But not yet. I simply fuck him with my tongue. I stand and fuck him with my cock. He groans out his pleasure. “Get all the way up on the bed.” He does, on all fours. I use my tongue again on his freshly fucked hole. Then my dick. He’s a shade high, so my booted foot swings up and plants itself on the mattress by his head. Ross groans at the sight. At the dominance. This gives me a great angle to fuck, and Ross responds to every thrust by working his talented ass. I pull out. Ross rolls onto his back, spins and hangs his head over the side of the bed. I fuck his face this way until we are both gasping… * Ross is in the sling and ready—with two different brands of poppers. I eat his hole. It is just beginning to gape. I stand up and fuck. I work a finger in alongside my cock. I hold it still and keep my cock pumping. It feels good to both of us. I add another finger. Now three. I love the added stimulation along the shaft of my thrusting dick. I pull out. I brought the stainless-steel drum stick of a toy that GaryM had given me. It goes into him easily. This is new to me. It has no give. It is unforgiving in how it plows into him. Ross is fine with how I’m using it. In and out. I wonder about adding my cock in with it, but I don’t. We break for a moment, leaving Ross in the sling. I drink more of the tea, hydrating. I go to my knees and taste his open hole. He pushes out. His enormous rosebud flirts with opening for me. In thanks for that, I stand up and fuck him. Hard and fast. Ross’ eyes are riveted to the mirror, watching my dick slice into him. I pull out. I add the cock sleeve over my shaft that supersizes the girth of my already thick cock. I grease it liberally before pumping it into Ross. He takes it easily—though I can see his eyes widen as he takes it. Watching it all in the mirror. I go to my knees and tongue his hole. He pushes out. The rosebud is in full flower—and so big I can’t get it all in my mouth… * It’s hands now. Alternating hands. Alternating with my dick. Back and forth. Left. Left and cock. Stroking it inside him. Using the words… “I’m jerking inside you…” Watching Ross’ eyes roll up into his head. I grease up the eggheaded dildo of mine. It’s glides in so easily now, this late in the proceedings. But it’s still a good stretch when my cock goes in with it. And it gives my hands a rest. I fuck him with the toy of above my cock. And below. Left hand. Right. Now, left hand deep in him with a fist. I add three fingers of the Right sliding down my wrist to stretch. Repeat. Then with the Right and fingers from my Left. Back and forth. More tea, though I can hardly hold onto the mug with all the K Lube. I fuck him. His hole has been so filled—and now it’s just my dick ravaging him. I slow the thrusting. I’m just slightly rocking into him now. “Here it comes…” and my cock begins spraying piss deep inside him. I empty my bladder of all the tea I’ve drunk. “And now I’m going to fist it out of you.” I grease up my hands anew. Left. Right. Each pulls out a small splash of piss as it leaves him, dumping it on the towel and tarp below us… * I am beginning to feel a little tired. I don’t have my full stamina back, after all. “Try for a double,” he murmurs. I do. Left first. Slide the right down my wrist and into him. It works. He is stretched with my full hands both inside him, open and palm to palm. Repeat. And again, this time with no poppers. We move to few rounds of punch fisting. The fist going in as a fist. But now his hole is as tired as I am. We call it a night and sit down to the delicious turkey soup that has been simmering on the stove, waiting for us pigs to finish… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Reunion With Ross: "Try for a Double" January 22, 2024

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Near Home—January, 2024 I woke up on New Year’s Day, after the marathon of sucking at the bookstore the day before, with a raging hardon. I hadn’t shot myself while working so hard to get off the guy who reminded me of Robert Mitchum. The moment I poured boiling water over my tea bag, I knew I was going back. I guessed the place would have low attendance, but it would just take one mouth or ass to do the job… I arrive right after lunch. There are actually a few cars in the lot—but it is certainly sparse. I go in and pay. The straight theatre has one man in it. I sit in the back row. The guy ahead of me keeps trying to watch the movie, but seems to be nodding off—and then, when his head lolls forward in sleep, will sit up with a start and concentrate on the movie again. I stroke a little. Then I hear through the grate in the adjoining wall a chair scrape next door. I do myself up and go over to the gay theatre. In the far corner, seated, is Cute College Kid. His pants are around his ankles and he is jerking himself like crazy. I love the smile on his face as he sees me. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat, right next to him. In moment’s he is on his knees between my splayed legs and giving me some really good head. He stops jerking his own dick to concentrate on me. He makes sure to give equal time to my balls. He leaves both cock and testicles totally wet. As he stands up, I tell him how hot it was to finally eat his ass and fuck him. Cute College Kid nods, and then adds, apologetically, “I didn’t clean out today. I didn’t think anyone would be here…” “Damn,” I think, and lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth. He begins to happily fuck my face. His cock is small enough that it barely starts down my throat. We are both in a very happy place. The door opens. I can’t see who it is at first, as there is a torso in my way. CCK pulls out of my mouth with the new arrival and sits down. It’s a white guy around my age, likely 10 years younger. He is short and spare, rather elfin in his sprightly gait. I recognize him as the man who loves to choke on my dick. Without even a hello he goes to his knees and begins to suck me. This turns CCK on. He jerks watching the guy suck me. CCK stands up. He brings his cock over to me. I lean over and take him in my mouth as the man on the floor chokes on my cock. The sound fills the small room. He comes up for air. I am sure my cock is covered in deep throat slime, but I can’t see it with the dick in my face. The Choker gasps for breath and then goes back down on me. CCK is drooling into my mouth. He finally pulls out, so as not to cum too fast. The Choker chokes on me again and pulls off my incredibly hard cock. This time we all see the pearly string of deep throat spittle on my dick and arcing up to his open mouth. He cleans them up. CCK begins jerking again. “You should feel his mouth…” I tell CCK. The Choker is on him in an instant. Within 15 seconds it’s all over for CCK—he is firing his load down the throat of the Choker. A load I was rather hoping for… CCK cleans up and takes off. “Stand up and fuck my face.” He stands for a moment and drops his pants. He’s wearing no underwear. He wads his trousers under his knees as he kneels again. I grab the back of his head and insert my cock in his ovaled mouth. I fuck, slowly at first, building speed until I am fucking deep into him on every stroke. He chokes—and I know to back off. The strings of spittle connect my cock and his mouth like a slimy suspension bridge. I wrap the strand around my dick and make him clean them off. “Against the wall,” he mutters. Please.” The Choker moves so he is kneeling against the outer wall of the theatre. I know I can pummel his face even harder. So I do. He seems to love the back of his head being fucked into the cinder block. We pause. “You got piss?” I had forgotten for a moment that he may be the only man who has drunk my piss in this space. I step back and guzzle down the contents of my water bottle. I stick my dick into his mouth and go for round two of his head banging into the concrete. He chokes. This time I smear all the spittle on his face. This makes him fist his cock rapidly. We throat fuck against the wall one more time. I leave him breathless I want to sit down. He crawls over to me. After the standing throat fuck, this feels good, but isn’t nearly as rewarding for either of us. I let him do two rounds this way—and even let him take a couple minutes of just watching the video so his breathing can return to normal. “Back against the wall,” I bark. He is there and ready as fast as he can move. I throat fuck him hard. I notice he stops touching himself as I fuck into him. Once more he chokes. The spittle is smeared on his face once more. “Open up!” He does. I go deep into him. My cock begins to spew piss. First a small stream—then a torrent. The Chocker is doing his best to get every drop. And succeeding. He jerks himself in a frenzy as he does swallows my entire load of not very clear piss. The moment I run dry, I begin a hard, head thumping face fuck. The Choker gasps and I keep going. His cock erupts. In two more strokes, I join him, shooting my seed so deep down his throat he can’t even taste it… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Stand Up and Fuck My Face!" January 17, 2024

Near Home—December, 2023 It was New Year’s Eve. And I couldn’t decide what to do. I was planning a Chicago trip for the second weekend of January, so I knew I wasn’t going there. I didn’t want to go as far as Toronto, for either the time in the car or expense. Last year I rang in the New Year fucking at the huge bookstore/bathhouse complex north of me but, still weary from my long layover coming back from New Jersey, I knew I couldn’t spend the length of time there to justify the admission price. I wondered about going to the newly remodeled bookstore in Jackson, but it was Sunday, a day that was usually poorly attended. I looked at the clock and saw that I’d dithered away a good portion of the morning. I suddenly knew I didn’t much care if I went anywhere different. I just wanted to have sex one last time in 2023. I fixed a quick lunch and went to the bookstore nearest me… It’s hopping. There are men everywhere. Men who can’t settle. They move between the two theatres (and likely the arcade) never stopping anywhere—always hoping they will walk in on someone doing something. So, for all the men, there is not much happening. Yet. As a man leaves, I snag the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. In moments I am joined by an acquaintance that I’ve known from my earliest times here. He is a Black man, around my age, middle height and trim. His black hair has moved to a very hot looking grey in the time I’ve known him. He used to be a fixture here, until the pandemic changed it all. He nods to me as he comes in and sits beside me. We both stroke to the porn, trying to be oblivious to the constantly opening and closing of the doors. We don’t play with each other. That will come later. I know him well enough that he wants to stroke for a good hour before he lets another man touch him. With the two of us staying in one place, more men decide to stay in the room—either in a chair or against the back wall. The crowd is a good mix of men I know and strangers. Staying in place leads to cruising and to actual sex. I get a regular daddy on my dick quite easily. This inspires someone I’ve never seen before to unzip and offer me his cock to suck while I am being done. When my sucker sees I have one in my mouth, he works harder. The guy I’m sucking moans—and suddenly pulls out. “I don’t want to cum,” he grunts and stuffs his regulation sized dick back in his jeans. He takes off. Eventually, my cocksucker needs a rest break. He stands up. The door opens and a very good-looking man walks in and leans against the back wall. He is followed by two of the regulars who huddle near the door, watching him. The new guy is likely 45 to 50, Caucasian, and tall. He’s seen the gym, but not for the last couple of years. He looks a little like Robert Mitchum at that age. Without looking around him, he unzips and pulls out a thick, semi-aroused cock. It grows instantly. This guy is a natural show off. The moment all eyes are on him he hardens up to a very thick, seven incher or so. No one approaches him. They wait to see if he will pick someone. Every man in the room is either stroking or kneading his crotch through the fabric of his pants, looking at him—not at the screen. But nothing happens. The guy just slowly jerks. The men leave or find chairs. When no one is actively watching him, he turns to me. “Suck my dick,” he hisses. I try to take him in my mouth, but staying seated is a bad angle. I go to my knees. Now, with a stretch, I can take him. “You like my big cock?” he whispers. But the men are up from the chairs and coming back to watch. This displeases my ersatz Robert Mitchum. Instantly he pulls out of me and covers himself. No longer the show off for actual man on man action. “Come on,” he grunts and leaves. I do myself up and follow him out the door. The preview booths, where he could get his privacy, are all locked today. He grunts and we go to the gay side. We are alone in the back corner for all of 90 seconds before the parade of gawkers arrive. “The arcade,” he huffs at me. I tell him I didn’t buy the ticket for there. He stomps off without me. I go and reclaim my seat. I stroke. The traffic of men in and out is back up, new guys seem to be arriving. I exchange blowjobs with my grey-haired friend. And eventually the faux Rober Mitchum returns. He wants more of my mouth. He still flinches every time the door opens. But the guys gaping and jerking in front of him, now seem to turn him on. I use every trick I know, but I can’t get him off. A good cocksucker, who often does me, is close at hand. I am taking a break and off my knees and sitting in my chair. I encourage the sucker to come do me. It’s the first-time faux RM has focused on my dick. He’s not pleased someone has more length. But he is impressed how the cocksucker handles me. He is even is even happier when I guide the guy off my cock and onto his. I go to the balls and suck them, while the cocksucker takes the shaft. This is like a revelation to RM. Has he never had two mouths on him at the same time before? He is back to being super hard now. We work on him until the older cocksucker can’t take it anymore. I work solo on RM, back on my knees. “That guy has a big dick,” he whispers, pulling me up. “Suck him while I watch.” He leads me over to where a portly white man is sitting and stroking to us having sex. I know the guy, who grins and likes the attention. I suck the new guy while RM strokes. A man arrives, watches us and joins, sucking RM. Then it’s a change-up. The new sucker goes down on the portly guy and I’m back on RM. Fuck, this guy has the same kind of lasting power I do. My jaw is getting tired. The portly guy gets off with the new sucker, and I am led back to my seat. Standing on the back wall is a guy I know from here. With my mouth, he cums in 30 seconds, if he takes his poppers. I suck RM for a moment with 30-Second Man watching and groping himself. Without any words, I move to 30-Second Man. I am rewarded with a huge load from this very vocal man. I wonder if RM will let me back on his dick with a mouthful of cum. He welcomes it. His cock is back to rock hard at the idea. “Suck the scum out of me.” He is breathing hard. “You want my load, too?” I grunt something. “Take it. Take it all from my big dick!” He has taken over an hour—but the load is huge. He howls out his orgasm as I swallow him down… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Suck the Scum Out of Me!" January 15. 2024

Near Home—December, 2023 Part Two: In the Gay Theatre (This picks up where we left off in the last post.) As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face. It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple. He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema. I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre. He is just sitting down, in the corner, to the left of the open cocksucker’s seat. Of course, I sit there. I look around. There is a burly white guy, around 35, in front of the college kid. Two older men are against the opposite wall, sitting and staring at the ass fucking on the screen. Cute College Kid undoes his pants. He is rock hard. It is not a big dick, but a pretty one. I take out my cock, too. The burly guy hears the fabric rustling and the zipper on CCK and throws us a glance. He nods at us and turns back to the video. I look over at CCK. He is jerking. Hard and fast. Looking at me not the video. He smiles. I do the same. He turns to the video, so we watch it for a bit. We happen to glance at each other at the same time. He looks away, then back at me, laughing under his breath. I smile and stand up. He spreads his legs invitingly—he wants my mouth on his drooling cock. I kneel and take his full length deep into my throat. He gasps and touches my chin, silently asking me to get off him for a moment. I do. And go to his balls. They are tight to his body, but hairier than I expect. I lick and suck, until he touches my shoulder, signaling I can suck him again without the fear of instant ejaculation. I stay on his cock head for a long time. Lapping up all his pre-cum. Only then do I take him all the way down into my throat again. He sighs. I come up for air and do it again. Once more he touches me, silently pleading to not make him blow his load. I stand up. My cock swinging. He reaches up, grabs it at the base and guides it into his open mouth. He is all about the tongue—and it feels terrific. He starts to jerk as he sucks me, then takes his hand away from his own cock. Now he is taking two-thirds of my length down his throat. He chokes on it, pulls off me, spits on my cock and does it again. It’s hot as fuck. Suddenly he stops. He indicates he wants to stand. I move back and let him. He proceeds to strip naked, down to athletic socks. He sits again and does the same choking routine, but now he lets the deep throat spittle cascade down his thin, but surprisingly heavily tattooed, chest. He pulls off me again. This time he spreads his legs. He wants more of my mouth. I kneel. I lick up all the precum that has oozed out each time he’s choked on my dick. I suck him for a moment, but quickly move to his balls. I want this to last. With him naked, I can work my tongue under them. I lick there—and start the trek down his quite hairy perineum. He slumps backward giving me better access. I coat all of it with my spit. I am only a millimeter from my tongue being in his ass. I have wanted to rim him from the moment we met months ago. And now…I hesitate. His hand touches my head. Giving me permission to lick his hole. My tongue brushes across it. He gasps. I burrow in. Now he groans. His ass tastes of soap and new sweat. I can’t stop licking and spitting and tongue fucking his hole. I only stop rimming him when he needs to readjust his position on the chair. I realize I’ve been on my knees for a long time and get up and sit in my chair. Our sex has caused the burly guy to unzip and stroke. CCK lets me catch my breath for a moment, then comes over and kneels, naked but for socks, between my legs. He sucks me again. When he comes up for air, he looks at Burly Guy over his shoulder. He crawls across the floor to suck him, his naked butt pointed right me. I get up. I kneel to the side of him and lean over so I can rim him again while he gives the guy head. His hole is responding. And opening. I eat him out for a long time before I ask “Do you want my dick?” My voice sounds loud in the small room. CCK pulls off the beer can of a dick he is sucking. “Yeah, just not all the way in.” I lube up, while going back to rimming him open. “I want to see your cock in him,” Burly Guy grunts out. I move around behind him. My cock slaps the upturned ass. “Fuck him good,” Burly Guy says. “Give him two dicks at once.” My head pops in. His hole welcomes me. I can feel him open it up for my girth. The exact opposite of the guy I’d fucked an hour before. I slide in. When my cock is just over halfway into him, I can feel that I am at the bend, the second hole, on this small framed young man. I poke at it, carefully, then pull back and just fuck him with my most of my dick. He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. When I really pick up the pace, he stops sucking, giving Burly Guy a wet hand job, with his mouth gasping for breath. I slow down. Once again, I explore this second hole with my cock head. “Don’t go deeper.” I grunt and go back to fucking with just most of my dick buried in him. He goes back to sucking. He looks incredibly hot with two large cocks in him at the same time. One of the older men on the other side of the room stands up, huffs and walks out of the room, letting the door slam. CCK pulls off me and stands up. He sits back in his chair, panting. I look over at him. He grins—not upset at all. I lean forward and sample Burly Guy’s cock. It is incredibly thick. I can’t possibly cover my canines and suck him properly. He pats my head and calls me a pig. I go down to his sweaty balls and lick them, while he jerks his cock. It does the trick. He shoots—into a handkerchief. He uses it to mop up as I sit back on my seat. He leaves. So does the other older guy. We are alone. “I have wanted to eat your ass from the day we met.” He smirks at me. “You do that really well.” He looks down and then back up at me. “I only cleaned out for a normal sized guy. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you any deeper.” “Another time,” I tell him. “Will you do me a favor?” He knows I will, but it’s nice to be asked. “Sure.” “I want you to jerk off on my cock, so I can use your cum to shoot.” I nod, but say, “I’m not very close yet.” “Jerk it while you eat me out again…” Perfect. He slumps in the chair. He jerks. I jerk and rim his freshly fucked hole. In moments, I rear up and shoot a massive load all over his cock. He groans as his fist closes over my cum and instantly jerks himself to a load every bit as big… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two Parter: Two -- Cute College Kid Gets Naked January 13, 2024

Near Home—December, 2023 Part One: In the Straight Theatre The trip home from Jersey was technically trouble free, but it had the longest layover I have ever experienced. I got home exhausted in the middle of the afternoon on the Thursday after Christmas. The last thing I wanted was sex. I awoke on Friday feeling totally refreshed—and horned. Seriously hard. I went to the bookstore… I have my hand on the doorknob of the straight theatre when he stops me with “Good to see you. Did you just get here?” He’s a shorter white guy, around my age, though I think of him as older. He always looks very dapper for this grungy place. I tell him yes. “Could I suck your dick before you add any lube?” he whispers. “Not that it’s stopped me before…” We go in. I sit in the back row and he gets to his knees as I unbutton. He takes me into his mouth before I am hard. I love to grow inside someone and don’t get to do it often enough. He moans as my dick reaches its full mass and begins to give me really good head. We both know I’m not going to give him my load. He keeps going until his mouth and his knees get tired. I thank him—and he grins and heads out the door. In moments, I get another round of head from the bald cocksucker who is again here without his partner. This man relies more on thrust down his throat than on tongue action. It’s a nice change. He tires faster than the first man. I stroke alone for a bit. A larger Caucasian man enters and stands next to me. In moments his cock comes out. We both stroke to the anal sex happening up on the large screen television. He turns slightly to me, offering his beer can of a dick. I suck him for just a moment, before he pulls out of my mouth as he bends to taste me. The angle is horrible after all the good head, but he is enthusiastic. “That would feel really good in my ass,” he breathes. “Did you clean out?” I have taken to just point plank asking now, when I’m here. “No.” “Then I’m not going to fuck you. Sorry.” “I mean I didn’t do it here, I did it before I left home.” Well, okay… He pulls his pants down and leans on the back of the chair in front of mine. I go in. He’s a responsive fuck, constantly beating his thick cock to the anal attack. But I have to stop. He’s either lied or things have moved, massively, since his clean out. I wrap my dick in paper towel and go spend seven minutes in the restroom muttering under my breath… * Surprisingly, the cocksucker’s seat is still available. I sit and stroke my now pristine cock. I am soon joined by another middle-aged man. He is tall, with a worked-out chest that stretches his tee shirt. He takes out his cock almost instantly. But it never gets hard, though he strokes it constantly. Ten minutes in, I reach for it to see if I can help. He turns, and my hand connects with his still underwear covered ass. He groans—as if my touch sent an electrical charge through him. I begin massaging his ass crack through the fabric. “I’ve never been fucked,” he moans. “You don’t want to start out with this one,” I tell him. But he insists he does. “I need a big cock to open me once and for all.” I have found his hole, still protected by the fabric. I burrow in. He gasps. I pause to lube up my finger. I pull down his underwear and attack his tight pucker. He takes the first knuckle easily. I work slower on the second. Then my whole finger. I pull out to re-lube. He’s spotless—so I continue. With two fingers. “Give me your dick. Please. I want to say I lost my virginity today.” In for a penny…and all that… I grease up my cock. It’s hard work getting the head into him. But we are both determined. I finally pop in. Raw. He groans. And then pushes back. It may be the slowest I have every entered an ass. But between us, I am soon deep inside him. “Oh my God…” I am now believing him that he’s never been fucked. The look on his face is a glorious mix of pain, pleasure and wonder. Up to now he has been flat against the wall. I turn him, still embedded inside him, so he can bend and hold onto the seats in front of us. He does. He groans again. And once more when I start pumping. I grab his hips and pull two thirds of the way out of him. I drizzle lube on my shaft before I inch it back into him. He gasps. But I can move much easier in his tight canal. “Use me,” he whispers. I begin to pump. I can feel him still flogging his soft cock as I stroke into him. I pick up the tempo. His ass, beginning to loosen up, suddenly clamps down on me. He is pouring cum out of his soft cock. It pools on the floor. I pull out of him. He turns and gives me a terrifically tight hug. He cleans up—and I, surprisingly, don’t really have to—but I go wash to be on the safe side after he thanks me for the fourth or fifth time. As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face. It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple. He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema. I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre… * I didn’t think this would be a two-parter when I started. I had forgotten how much action I go that day. Tomorrow for (the hotter) Part Two! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two-Parter: One -- Losing his Virginity January 12, 2024

Thanks. He's great fun. (Glad to be back re-posting these after my trip.)