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    "You Fuck Me Just Right"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—June, 2023
     
    I came home from Fornication Weekend feeling very sated.  But, of course, in a couple of days, my balls really needed to be emptied.  None of my regulars were available mid-week.  And, frankly, sitting in a cool, dark place stroking to porn sounded rather attractive on this unseasonably hot June day…
     
    The parking lot this afternoon is about half full.  I go in and pay my admission, piss and head into the straight theatre.  I interrupt a blowjob happening at the back.  They pause until I sit down and pull out my cock.  Once they know I’m safe, they go right back to it.
    I look around.  No one else is in here.  I stroke to the movie, throwing one glance back at the guys who are playing.  The man receiving head is unknown to me.  The man giving it is a semi-regular.  I am sure over the years, he must have done the same for me at some point, though I can’t remember playing with him.  He is a good 5 to 10 years older than I am—and is very reserved until he gets a cock in his mouth. He is tall and rather gaunt, but with a full mane of grey hair.  And he must be doing something right, for the guy in his mouth is moaning.
    I stroke.  The movie is only ok.  I am just about to go next door when I feel someone standing behind me.  I turn.  It’s the guy who was getting head.  He is tall, too, and around my age.  I think he wants to try another mouth, but no, he reaches down and pulls me up.
    “You need to have this guy do you,” he hisses.
    I go along—happy to get some head.  The guy in the cocksucker’s chair opens wide—and I am treated to a really fine BJ.  This guy has a velvet mouth.  The two of us take turns in him—letting him do whatever he likes.  The one time I start to fuck his face I can tell instantly that it is not his thing.  I stop and let him go back to his routine.
    The door opens.  A trucker type comes in.  For whatever reason, our cocksucker bolts out of his seat and out the door.  We wait a bit—but he’s gone.  The guy who corralled me now whispers “Let’s go next door.” 
    We do.  There is just one man in here.  Are the owners of all those cars all in the arcade?  The guy gets busy on my dick.  He is not anywhere as good as the previous sucker, rather toothy and hurried.  When his canines connect with me once more—and I suggest I take a turn on him.  He has a respectable six incher which makes for an easy deep throat.  In moments, he holds my ears and unloads.
    He leaves just as quickly as the first guy.
    The other man in the room is sitting as far away from where we were playing as possible.  He makes no eye contact now.  I wait a minute and go next door to see what the trucker is up to.  As I go in, the guy stands up and fires a massive load all over the floor.  Without any attempt at clean up, he just stuffs himself back into his underwear and leaves.
    I stroke.  All alone.  Now in the cocksucker’s seat.
    The movie changes.  It is much better.  All sex and no ‘acting.’ 
    The door opens.  A slightly husky Black man enters.  He looks mid thirties or so.  He comes in—standing just inside the door, letting his eyes adjust.  He sees me and comes to lean against the back wall—though every other seat in the room is available.  This makes me smile—and jerk a little faster.
    He avoids eye contact; seemingly all his attention is on the screen where two Black men are ravishing a petite Caucasian blonde.  He kneads his jeans.  His bulge grows as the guys on the screen move into doing a DP on her.
    His hand opens his fly and disappears inside.  And for the first time he looks down at me.
    “Fuck…” he whispers, looking at my cock.
    “You should take yours out—that looks uncomfortable.”
    He opens the top button and let’s a bigger than average cock spring free.  It has a slight curve to it.  We stroke to the double dicking on the screen.  He moves.  I think for a second, it’s to give me his cock, but it’s not, it’s to sit next to me.  We stroke.  Eventually, I feel his hand knock mine away and heft my dick.
    I start to reach for him but he catches my hand.  I am not prepared for his next sentence.  “I want you to fuck me.”
    I just nod. 
    “But not here—in a booth.”
    We pull our clothes together.  He leads me to the middle booth that is supposed to be used for previewing movies.  He is stripping before I can get the door bolted.  The first thing I see is an intricate and beautiful tattoo on his beautifully pumped-up chest.  I tell him how hot it is, as I open my fly.  I am not ditching my pants with my boots on.
    “Fuck me,” he says, now totally naked.  He bends—holding on to the padded seat.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his furry ass.  He gasps—and then groans as my tongue is all over his tight pucker.  The hairy here is tightly kinked and luxurious.  I happily lick and spit, getting his hole dripping. 
    I stand up, my dick lubed and throbbing.
    “Go slow…”
    My cock head is pushing, gently, into his loosened pucker.  His hole sucks me in—he really wants me.  I only have to push in the last inch.   I stop.  I hear the poppers open. The fumes fill the little space.  I wait a moment and begin fucking.  His hand finds his dick.  He begins beating his meat in tempo with my thrusting.  His hole is wet and hot.  And slippery. 
    He is pushing back now—meeting each thrust of my cock.  Without thinking, my hand slaps his full butt cheek, making more noise than we should here.
    “You fuck me just right,” he pants.  “I can take it.”
    I am plowing into him now with all my might.  His hole is spasming on my cock.
    “I’m gonna shoot…” he groans.
    I stop thrusting—but stay inside.  I squeeze down—making my cock head expand inside his guts.
    That does it—he explodes all over the floor and maybe the seat he’s leaning on.  I pull out.  He stands upright rather shakily.  I embrace him, arms tight around his chest.  We hold that for a long moment, before I hand him a napkin.  He cleans his hand.  But I go to my knees and clean up all the cum on his cock…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Fuck Me Just Right" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 11, 2023
  2. FelchingPisser

    Fornication Weekend: The Last Hurrah

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
    I slept really well after the Fornication main event.  All that sex finally knocked me out so I could stay asleep all the way through the night.  I woke to rain.  Not as hard as the rain on my arrival day, but it was a steady stream coming down.  I showered and then breakfast was delivered to me in my room as many of the guests had left.
    There was not much on the schedule that day.  It started with the ubiquitous pool party.  There was a Best Butt contest (something that Ray and I had joked that, with my rimming prowess, I should help judge!)  There was also a JO party in the sex tent late in the afternoon.  Of course, last year’s JO party had been all about fucking…
    In the end everything was pretty much cancelled.  The rain kept all but the hardiest day pass people away.  The porn guys were packing and leaving per contract.  Two men showed up for the Best Butt contest.  Ray and I awarded it to the man who had been so reluctant to get in my sling in front of the others last night (but eventually did and had a great time.)   
    I went up to pack the sling.  I wasn’t going to carry it to my car in the rain, so I just left it in the sex tent.  But after lunch, things cleared a bit—at least the rain stopped if not blue skies.  I took the first load to my car, side stepping the huge puddles on the way.  As I passed the pool, I was stopped by a good-looking guy in his 40’s who I had fucked the night before.  He wanted more.  An ‘encore’ as he called it.  I agreed that we should fuck up in the playroom the camp had set up.  As I had just had lunch, I asked that we meet a little later.  We agreed on 2:30pm up the hill at the dungeon.
    On the next trip to the car, with the rimseat, a new man stopped me.  He was an Italian daddy, with a very hairy chest.  He’d seen the bulge in my shorts.  Would I fuck him?  Without really thinking I told him to meet me at 2:30pm up at the dungeon.  The moment I walked away I realized I’d just double booked myself.   I sighed—but guessed that with the still cloudy weather, one of them wouldn’t show up.
    As I continued to my car, Dane waved to me from his balcony.  Did I want to play?  I suggested the evening, if he’d still be here.  He agreed, as it would give him time to wake up and recover from his marathon of sex the day before.
    I finished packing up my equipment and even put some stuff from my room into the car right then, in case the rain returned as predicted.  At 2:30, I went up the hill to the dungeon.  A man was sitting on the steps waiting for me.  Just the one…the Italian daddy…
     
    We go in.  There is a web sling, a fuck bench, gloryholes and porn.  I sit on the couch opposite the porn.  I unzip my shorts and get out my swelling cock.  The man strips down to just his sandals.  He is in good shape and hairy.  Everywhere.  I can’t wait to tongue his hairy ass crack.  He kneels in front of me.  He ignores his own dick; he is totally concentrated on mine.  He gives good head, effortlessly taking me deep into his throat.
    I hear the door open, though I can’t see it.  In walks the Daddy from last night.  He is not pissed off in the least there is a man on my cock.  He is excited.  He stirps, too, and brings his hardening cock into the scene. 
    With both hands, I gently pull Hairy Chest off my dick.  “Get him hard.”  Hairy Chest can’t believe his luck.  He now has two dicks for his mouth.  He sucks the newcomer to full hardness—and is then directed to go back to my cock.
    Back and forth.
    First me, then Daddy.  Over and over.
    “Try both of us together in your mouth,” I suggest, standing up.  “Just the heads,”
    He does it.  Our drooling dicks are head to head as his busy tongue caresses both of us.
    “Time to fuck.”  I help Hairy Chest to his feet.  “I want you in the sling.”
    All three of us move there.  I help him in.  I begin rimming his hairy ass as Daddy bends and tongues the man’s nipples.  I lube my cock up.
    “Would you bring the bag that’s on my clothes?”  Hairy Chest asks Daddy, who goes to find it.  He brings back a zippered toilet kit.  Hairy Chest digs through it and hands me a Magnum.  “I bought this for you.”
    I inwardly sigh, but take it and roll it on.  After all the bareback sex this weekend, it feels distinctly odd to have tight latex on my cock.  But I do it.  And slip into his ass.  The moment my cock enters him, Hairy Chest is rock hard.  He strokes himself as Daddy continues to work his nipples.
     I fuck.  Hard.  I can sense this guy has no staying power—he is about to explode.  One more deep thrust, and he does, all over that hairy chest.  I pull out and dispose of the condom.  I swipe my hand over his load and coat my dick with it.  Daddy helps him out and jumps in the sling.  Hairy Chest does that ‘embarrassed, now that I’ve cum’ thing and scurries away.
    “I saw what you did with his load.  Fuck it into me,” groans Daddy.  I kneel, keeping my hands off my cummy cock and lick his butt.  He flowers open easily.  I am guessing he got more dick than mine last night, but I’m too busy eating him out to ask.
    “Fuck me!”
    I stand up and slide in, the safe-sexer’s load making it a wonderfully slippery entry.  I fuck.  He pulls out his poppers and takes a massive hit.  I plow him for a long time, really changing up my speed and angle.  He never touches his cock—it is all about his ass.
    Finally, I slow down.
    “Can I ask you a question?” he says, when his head’s clear.
    “Sure.”
    “You can say no if you aren’t into it, but I really want to eat your ass.  I love top ass on my tongue.”
    “Sure.  That would be a great.”
    We change places.  His mouth and tongue are great.  He even gives me his poppers to enhance the moment.
    Eventually, I volunteer to fuck again.  He will not let me up.  He is enjoying himself too much.  He leaves my hairy ass crack slippery with his spit. 
    Of course, we reverse, eventually.
    “I want your load in me.  I saw you breed Seamus last night, lucky fucker.”
    This makes me fuck him harder.  “You want it?  You’ll get it.”
    I am so hard right now.  After all that sex, my cock is still demanding one more release.
    And I am there.  My body spasms and I grab the chains to not fall on him…
    When I recover, I ask if he wants to get off.
    “I just want to lie here and finger your load in me…”
    I leave him to it…
    *
    I did find Dane that evening.  He begged off from sex.  He had ended up filming a scene with Ray in the afternoon—and his hole had taken a real beating.  Instead, we met at the trailer of the man with the long beard (and very white ass) for drinks around the campfire…
     
    The original post is here, the last of this weekend:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Last Hurrah (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 7, 2023
  3. FelchingPisser
    Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
     
    (This picks up right where we left off…)
    The porn guys are in the tent.   And suddenly there is sex happening everywhere.  The regular guys are beginning to lose their inhibitions.  Some still only watch—but many, many more are now playing in the slings, at the table or just on their knees.
    While I am helping the guy with the long beard and the very white ass out of the sling, I notice a young, well built Black guy.  He is mid 30’s and shirtless, but wearing shorts. He watches me get another man in the sling—someone rather large, so it takes a moment to get him settled comfortably.  I rim and fuck—and the younger guy is wide eyed, watching every move I make.
    When the guy in the sling calls for a breather, I help him out.  He gives me a huge bear hug and moves off to watch Jordi plow ass.
     I turn to the newcomer.  “Do you want to get in?”
    He shakes his head.  “I don’t think I could.”
    I shrug and he turns and moves off to where Seamus is surrounded by men watching him fuck.
    I fuck another bearish man, who is more than happy to show off to the assembled crowd.
    And guess who’s back and watching…
    The bear thanks me and takes off.  I turn once more to the shy one.  He swallows hard and pushes his shorts down around his ankles.  He is in a jock that contrasts beautifully with his deep skin tone.  I get him into the sling.  His ass is wonderfully round and plump.  I spread his cheeks and begin to rim.  He gasps, unprepared for how good it feels.  I have to make myself stop rimming and fuck—I could stay down there for easily twice as long.  He has his eyes tightly closed, blocking out the crowd.  My dick pushes against his wet hole.  Here he is a total natural, his ass flowers open and takes me to the hilt in one easy move.
    I fuck him for a very long time.   Bearded Hairy Cub comes back to work the man’s nipples as I continue to plow.  Finally, he asks for a break.  As I get him up, he says “I really loved your tongue.  I don’t get that very often.”
    “You have a great ass to lick—maybe you should get on the rimseat.”  I gesture to the set up next to me.  But that is too much.  He grabs his shorts and quickly disappears into the crowd.
    “I’d love to be on the chair,” BHC says.
    “Sure.” 
    As we move to it, the man I started with, who had a load up his butt, comes back.  “Can I join?”
    I tell them I want one on my dick and one on my face.  And to switch if they feel like it.  The once loaded guy sits on my dick the moment I lie down.  He is already riding me enthusiastically as BHC sits down on the seat.  He gasps as my tongue goes so deep into him.  I can hear him jerking his sizeable dick.  I lick and spit and drill into the hairy ass above me.  Suddenly, they both stand up.  The short man sits on my face, his ass dripping.  BHC takes my dick for the first time.
    “Fuck!” he groans.  “That’s a lot of cock…”
    But he takes it.  He is soon riding me as energetically as the other man.  I think that the guy on my face has gotten another load since he was last with me.   Something sweet and salty is certainly seeping out of him and down my throat.  I poke my tongue repeatedly into his puffy ass lips, hoping for more.
    We break.  I fuck BCH for the first time in the sling.  I love watching his face as he takes me—going from apprehensive to full out bliss.  In the next two hours, he comes back for more regularly…
    *
    The way my sling is situated, I can watch the entire room.  I have seen Eden fuck a number of men on the picnic table.  He’s back there now.  A hot Latin looking man puts Eden on his back and fucks him.  I have just gotten a bear out of my sling—and I want the contrast of going from big and hirsute to that small, slim man.  I go over, as he is putting his leather cap back on.
    “Would you like to try out my sling?”
    He would.  He jumps up into it.  Ankles in stirrups and I am on my knees, feasting on his freshly fucked hole.  I hear him groan.  He has a hole that keeps me there for a long time.  I actually stop lubing myself up and don’t touch my dick as I continue to eat him out.
    But suddenly that switch goes off in my head.  I need to fuck.  I need to sink my cock into his ass. I stand.  My engorged dick lies on his cock and balls—it looks massive on his slight, slender body.  I push in, slowly.  Eden flowers open.  I sink into him.  Pause.  And fuck.  Slow and rhythmic.  He is now pushing himself onto me, to meet each stroke.  He moans and babbles a little, lost in lust.  It’s a wonderful fuck…but I also know he needs to get back to the others in the crowd.  I slow down, pull out and bend to clean up his hole of all his leaking ass jizz with my tongue…
    *
    A good-looking man, maybe 20 years younger than I, has been my main meal companion.  In conversation, he let me know he has never been in a sling.  I had told him every gay man owed it to himself to try it out at least once—on either or both sides of it.  And here he is, watching me fuck a big bear.  I finish up, help the bear out and turn to my meal companion.
    “Ready?”
    He is.  He gets in, with more ease than I expect.  He likes the roominess of my wider leather sling.  He likes the support.  How supported his legs feel.  He really likes the feeling of my tongue in his spread ass.  Soon enough my cock is inching its way into him.  His face becomes a mask of pleasure with his eyes open, but I don’t think he is seeing me.  He is lost in the heat of cock and ass.  I fuck him a little harder—and then slow down to a steady, long dicking.  He comes back to reality and grins…totally won over…
    *
    I have a momentary lull.   I go find Seamus.  He is on his knees sucking two great dicks belonging to two full dressed men.  I wait and watch.  When the guys move on, I ask if he wants a fuck.  He does. 
    I have wanted this man back in my sling from the moment we met in the Professor’s bedroom a few years ago.  And here he is, deftly getting his own ankles into the stirrups with no help from me.  I kneel and feast on his well-used butt.  He has been shooting content all day and is now fucking and getting fucked here.  I wish I had his energy, I think, as I tongue his now slightly puffy ass lips.  He strokes his big cock as I lick and spit into him.
    I stand and sink into him.  I can’t stop smiling as we fuck.  He jerks his big dick, but never forgets to milk my cock.  I know this is where I want to drop my load.  But not yet.  There is too much more to do.  I slowly stop and tell him to find me later if he wants to sit on the rimseat.  I know he’s in demand.  He goes off to man the sling across from me…
    *
    I have a second or even third time with many of the men I’ve already fucked.  The man with the long beard and pale ass from the amateur shoot arrives back, now in full leather and carrying a glass of wine.  His ass is just as responsive now as then—and creamier…
    *
    It’s getting late.  The crowd is dwindling.  As I’m helping a man out of the sling, Seamus is at my shoulder.  “Hungry?” he asks.  I am.  We go to the rimseat.  His hole is wide open and soon dripping with my spit and his ass jizz.  I think I hear him happily sucking someone’s cock as I eat out this hole that has had such a workout this weekend. 
    Suddenly he stands up.  He moves to ride me.  Not for long.  Just few more strokes on my cock, and then he’s back on my face, knowing just what gets me off…
    *
    Ray announces that time is dwindling he has drawn the name of the man who will get a bukkake from the porn guys.  Well, the guy is no longer here.  He draws again.  And once more.  We have a winner—the short, hairy guy who was my first fuck.  They get him into a sling of Ray’s and lower the back, so his head is waist high.  The four of them surround his head and stroke and stroke.  It’s not going to happen.  It’s a lot to ask to make men shoot on cue who have been fucking for 2.5 hours straight.  Ray decides all four will fuck him.  Jordi, Ray, Eden, Seamus plow him hard.   And repeat.  Hard and fast.  The recipient is loving this.  I am roped in as his final fuck.  We send him home very happy.
    But I still need to get off.  I grab Seamus.  “Want a load?”
    “Of course.”
    I get him in my sling.   I lick his hole briefly.  I taste the hole we both just fucked on his cock before I slide into Seamus.  I fuck.  For a moment I wonder if I can get off after all this myself, but then, suddenly I am there.    The highlights of the night flash by me. 
    I grab the top of the sling frame.
    I begin to spurt.
    The roar of my orgasm fills the tent…
    *
    I fucked for just over three hours.
    I realized my small bottle of lube, always in the waistband of my jock, was entirely empty.  Now there’s a sign of a Great Night…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Party Continues (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   July 3, 2023
    If you need pictures of the pornsters who were there, that is this post:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Picture Bonus (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 5, 2023
  4. FelchingPisser
    Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
     
    Saturday dawned bright and clear.  Which was good, as it was a busy day.  The pool was packed with day trippers here for the main event that night.  The group of young content creators began filming up by the main party tent—on and around the heavy construction equipment used in the camp renovations.  I kept tabs on their fucking as I made various trips to the tent with various pieces of my sling and rimseat.  Ray had agreed with me—you can never have too many slings at a sex party.
    In the late afternoon, up in the dance club space, Ray held a demo about the right way to fuck.  I felt fairly confident I knew something about that…but there are always tips to pick up, right?  And likely some good eye candy.  I expected Eden or Seamus to be the lucky bottom, but I was wrong.  Ray had picked a young volunteer from the crowd at the pool.  He was likely just 30, tall, and with an innocent looking face.  Ray used a sling and talked a good deal about all the things I now find second nature:  how to support the bottom as he gets into the sling, opening him slowly with tongue and/or fingers, a slow first penetration, using a variety of speeds and different angles on your thrusts during the fuck and direct eye contact.  And then he did it all.  Ray is super thick and the young guy was not ready for just how thick he was for about the first 30 seconds.  But Ray did just what he’d talked about and slowly filled him up him—giving the guy a wonderful ride in front of about 50 men.
    At dinner, I volunteered to help set up the party tent with Ray.  I had assembled my equipment after the demo, but I knew he had very particular ideas where things should be placed.  He had asked the camp folk to hang some plastic dividers, to create some more private areas inside.  Nothing was enclosed, but there was now a back nook in which to play not in full view.  The picnic table went there.  We ended up with six slings as Jordi Massive volunteered his as well.  We put me in the corner opposite the back nook, with my sling at a diagonal so I could watch all the other action.  The rimseat was to my left with its foam mat for comfort. 
    I went to shower and change.  It had been a hot day.  The vacant room next to mine, now had someone in it.  His door was open as I returned from the shower.  He was naked, too, and lying on his bed.  He got up as he saw me pass.  He was mid 30’s and tall with a bushy beard and very hairy.  Everywhere.  A true cub.  He was horned about play at the event.  As I dressed, his cock kept plumping more and more.  I knew he wanted to do something right now…but I really wanted to get to the start of the party on time.  I told him to look for me there.
    I simply wore my now well used jock, getting grungier by the minute for my Canadian friend. And then boots and my wrist band.  No chaps with the heat.  I covered it all with my flight suit to walk up to the tent.  I got there right at 8pm, the start time.  I slipped off the flight suit and started in.  I nodded to Ray’s assistant.  He gave me a dirty grin and told me to have fun…
     
    There is a crowd outside the tent, but there are only a few of us inside.  The porn guys are up at the lodge, due here, anytime.  I hang out at my sling.  Guys mingle, but seem shy.  A short man, likely in his 50’s, with a knowing smile, approaches me.  I have seen him around the pool.  He is one of the few who has lost his clothes and is in just a jock.
    “Could I go for a ride in your sling?”
    “Absolutely.”
    The sound of the chains rattling acts as a signal to the other men in the tent, who clump around us to watch.  I kneel and rim him—he groans.  “I love your tongue,” he croons as he does some poppers.  I work his hole open.  His moans make the men around us start to jerk.  I stand up and slap his jock pouch with my drooling dick.
    “Give it to him,” says someone in the crowd.  “Fuck him good.”
    I slip into his wet hole.  He takes me easily.  I have one hand on the top bars of the sling frame and the other runs over his very furry chest, playing with his nipples.
    “Damn...” he moans and does another hit.  “You fill a guy up.”
    I am starting with my usual long strokes—all the way in and almost all the way out.  A guy to my side kneels to watch my cock split this guy in two.  When he stands up, I realize it is the bearded hairy cub from back at the Annex.  He gives me an appreciative nod while stroking his sizeable dick.  I build into a blistering fuck of the hairy man in front of me.  He groans and his cock slowly erects—peeking out of the side of his jock pouch. His hole is wonderfully silky.
    Finally, I pull out.  A big load of cum, that was deep in his ass, comes with it.  It splats on the floor and it make me dive back into his hole with my tongue, probing for more.  “Clean my hole up,” the guy groans out.  I do.  And then I bring my dick up to his mouth for a cleaning by him.
    Bearded Hairy Cub looks like he wants to fuck.  “Do you want his dick in you?” I ask, gesturing to my new friend. 
    “I want anyone who wants me…”
    BHC steps up and the guy in the sling is treated to another fuck.  At first, I keep my dick in the guy’s mouth, but it’s not a good angle for any of us.  I go to the side and stroke to BHC’s fuck.  When he pulls out, I clean his dick.  He loves this, calling me a dirty [banned word].  He pulls me up and we kiss.  And then he whispers, “I will be in that sling before the end of the night…”
    *
    I am the only full time top here right now.  The porn guys are late.  I rotate for any willing man to hop into the sling.  I do a younger guy, then a man older than me.  I turn to the next man in the ‘line’ that has formed to get fucked by me.  It is the young man Ray fucked at the demo.
    “I liked what you said about rimming,” he tells me.  (I had offered the observation that I didn’t like fingers much for opening a guy and so I used my tongue longer than many men.)  “How it connects you to the guy.” 
    “Let me show you,” I tell him as I get him comfortable in the stirrups.  I kneel and pull his full ass cheeks apart even more.  His ass lips are slightly puffy, making it even more attractive to me.  I dive in.  The thought that Ray’s cock has been here recently, make my cock harden even more.  He is moaning and my new aide, BHC, is working on his nipples with his mouth.
    I stand to fuck, leaving his ass dripping with my saliva.  I glide in easily—though the young man’s eyes widen as I bottom out.
    “Fuck, it’s my day for big dick,” he groans.
    I grin and begin to fuck.  Again, BHC goes to his knees to watch me slip into him.  Slowly at first, and ever increasing in tempo.
    Demo Guy is naked.  His dick hardens a little more with each stroke.  I am obviously hitting the right spots for him.  He grabs his cock and begins jerking it.   BHC stands up.  He goes back to working the nipples.
    I continue to fuck.  Harder now.  Demo Guy stops stroking his hard cock.  It bounces with each stroke I make.
    “Aw, fuck…” he groans.  And, without touching himself, he begins to shoot.  I am literally fucking the cum out of him.  He spurts with each thrust of my cock.  I lean down and lick up his load.
    The tall guy with the long beard and the hot, very white ass from the amateur porn shoot, is watching.  “Put that cum in my ass!”  I wipe up some more of it and smear it on my cock.  I drool some from my mouth onto my dick, as well.  I do this as Demo Guy is helped out of the sling by BHC and the tall guy gets in.  I eat the new ass briefly and stand up.
    “His cum is on my cock,” I tell the tall guy.  I slide into his hole.  He groans.  Loudly.  I can pick up the pace much faster with him.  He’s open and wet—and now slippery with another man’s load.
    “Fuck me hard.”
    I do.  Harder and harder.  Tall Guy howls out his pleasure.
    And it is at that moment the four porn guys enter the tent…and the party really begins…
     
    (Part two tomorrow!)
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: Ray's Demo--and the Main Event (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 2, 2023
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    Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
    Friday was bright and cloudless.  I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy.  Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal.  It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second.  Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything.
    I went home and made notes about the day before—and wrote up a blog post.  By noon the guys were doing shoots at the pool again.  This time other content creators joined them.
    The afternoon saw our first panel discussion on content creation.  Two men who did it (including Seamus) and two consumers of the product.  It was intriguing, but it didn’t change my thoughts:  that even as sexually driven as I am, I could never issue content often enough to run a channel.  And all that damn editing…
    Ray’s assistant found me afterwards.  He had a sign-up sheet for volunteers to do a group shoot.  Well, of course I would be happy to do that.  It was scheduled for 6pm—but changed it to 5pm to not conflict with the dinner at the lodge.
    I went down to the pool area early.  I knew we’d have consent forms to fill out—and I remembered to take my ID.  It took a while to get everyone to fill everything out and then a picture of us holding our ID next to our face. 
    It looked like about a dozen of us were there.  Ray was in charge and Seamus was participating.  Jordi was manning a camera as was the husband of another content creator.  There were at least two men who were content creators in the shoot.  MasonxXxDixon plays the angle of a good ol’ country boy getting into trouble and is that redneck you’ve always wanted to fuck.  Also in the mix was a beefy man with a shaved head who performs under the name Dane Hardon.  The remaining 7 or 8 of us were just horn dogs who like to show off.
    Ray asked who were total tops. Two of us raised our hands.  Total bottoms—there were two of those, too.  Everyone else was versatile.  We trooped up to a big white tent—the kind I think of being used for wedding receptions. There were two slings—and a picnic table.  We stripped…I was down to my jock and boots…
     
    “Let me eat your ass.”
    I touch Seamus’ arm.  He bends, holding on to edge of the picnic table.  I pull apart his very white ass cheeks.  Cock sucking is going on all around us as my tongue finds his hole.  He groans as I lick and spit.  I am hard.  I really want to be back inside him.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his cheek.  The camera is right there as I slide into him.
    Seamus murmurs something.  I hold a second, then begin my first fuck.  I know I can’t keep him long.  Looking around the table, now rimmed with men, ass in the air, I know Seamus needs to be topping with that big dick of his—not just bottoming for me. 
    I fuck—hard and fast—and pull out with a friendly slap to his ass.
    My cock is instantly cleaned by one of the campers—a tall man in his 50’s with a long beard.  He grins up at me and turns around, presenting his ass to me, an ass with a great tan line, leaving it very white.  I kneel and eat him out.  He groans and begins begging for my dick.
    The table is the central location.  No one is in the slings—at least yet.  The table has men on all sides of it, getting fucked.  My man reaches over to the man next to him who is getting plowed by Ray.  He kisses him—just as my cock enters his hole.  I love watching them make out as the two thickest cocks in the tent plow them.  Long Beard is a great bottom—he is milking my cock the moment I am in him.  Ray gives me a sign—and we switch bottoms.  I slide into my third man in the first ten minutes.  His hole is hot—but he doesn’t have the skills of either Seamus or Long Beard.  I fuck him hard, aware that the camera is once again right next to me…
    *
    The tops circle the table.  We fuck for a bit and we change to another man.  I have to wait a moment to get into Dane.  Everyone who fucks him, seems to want to stay right there.  Finally, his ass is free.  I sink to my knees and stick my face between his voluptuous butt cheeks.  He is super wet—a great natural luber.  I lick and spit and he gives out the sexiest groans as I do it.  I enter him slower.  He pants at the thickness, but takes me easily.  I bottom out.  His ass incredibly hot—literally.  And wet.  Is he loaded?  I fuck happily in his hole, knowing that everyone who’s topping has been up him.  I like the idea that I’m pushing their precum deeper…
    *
    I have been in everyone who is bottoming.  Ray has been so busy topping everyone, so I haven’t been there.  Or the total top.  Or in Mason.  Mason has topped some, but has mostly presented his redneck ass for use.  And Ray is there right now.  Mason is honestly having a tough time taking his girth.  And suddenly he relaxes—and Ray is all the way in, grinding his pubes into that upturned ass.  A number of us slowed our own fucks to watch the moment.  The cameras have caught it all—the resistance and the victory of cock over tight hole.
    I go back to fucking full force.  I am back up Long Beard.  And he is really working for my load.  This shoot was only supposed to be 20 minutes—and we have easily doubled it.  But that’s still a short time to get me to cum.  I look around—I don’t think anyone has shot.
    Ray pull’s out of Mason.  He calls the end of the shoot.
    Long Beard cleans my cock—and after slipping back into my shorts and shirt, we go up to dinner together…
    *
    I was hoping to get off that night—as I’d found the campground playroom.  But absolutely everyone was so busy playing bingo (hosted by drag queens to fight the new laws in Tennessee) that no one got my load…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 30, 2023
    With the many posts about this weekend, I will try to post one every 24 hours.
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    Fornication Weekend--The Set-Up

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
    Somewhere in the middle of IML, I made the decision to go to my second Fornication Weekend.  Last year, in Georgia, I had had a blast fucking with like-minded men and pornstars; indulging in a long weekend of sex and fellowship.  (If you need a reminder of my time there, hit the Fornication button in the label cloud.)
    Pornster Ray Dalton’s brain child comes in two forms.  The Fornication Party is held in a number of mostly southern and western states and is a four-hour sex party with a group of porn workers who play with the crowd.   I had been to their Chicago offering last IML—and that had convinced me to go to the weekend.  Fornication Weekend has the big sex party, but, over the other days, there are smaller gatherings and seminars.  Last year the focus was on men’s health and wellness.  This year it was all about helping content creators.
    Now, I am not a porn content creator—at least not a video one.  But I did like the idea of being around to lend, um, a helping hand (or other body parts) if content was being created.  The location had shifted to Timberfell Lodge, a great gay campground I had visited years and years before.  I got online and found I could still get a room—my tent and sleeping bag could stay in the basement!  I booked the weekend.
    I split the drive into two days.  It was suggested to arrive on Wednesday.  There was nothing specific happening that day, but I liked the idea of arriving early to scope out the venue and relax from the drive down.
    I got an early start on Tuesday and stopped once I crossed the border into Kentucky.  The next day I wound through the mountains and eventually got to Timberfell.  It was raining.  I finally found the office and got the key to my room in the Annex.  (The true lodge was saved for content creators.)  Now it was pouring down torrents of rain.  I stayed in my car until it finally let up enough for me to unpack.  Intermittent showers kept me in the room most of the day—and the place seemed fairly deserted.  I read and wrote.
    Thursday morning breakfast was brought to me.  Once I finished my eggs and biscuits, I went out to explore the area in the welcome sunshine.  There were trailer sites that were owned by the longtime residents, cottages for rent, another building of rented rooms like mine and spaces for tent camping.  The pool was down by the office.  A bar and dance floor was in another building, up the hill from where I was staying.  There was also a playroom there under the bar (with sling, fuck bench, porn and glory holes) that I didn’t find until Friday.  The main lodge was a hike up the hill on the other side of the pool and I did not go up it until our meals started to be served there the next day.
    By the afternoon I was at the pool.  And the porn guys were busy filming, this time just for our entertainment. 
    POSTER
    The porn guys starting at the top and going clockwise:  Jay Lucas, flexing his muscles, was not present.  (Seamus replaced him.)  Jordi Massive is the man with his arms crossed.  Next around is Ray Dalton, our host.  Eden Daniels was new to me—but fun, as you will see.  And finally, Seamus O’Reilly, a ginger and a sexual dynamo.   
    (Longtime readers will remember an encounter I had with Seamus when the Professor invited both of us to his house.)
    I decided to sit to the side of the action, in the shade of a large umbrella, to watch the guys play.  Ray was not there yet, but Jordi and Seamus took turns fucking Eden in the sling.  Then Seamus took a turn bottoming for Jordi.  Ray arrived and fucked Seamus—as did Eden, now hard and suddenly versatile.  Lawn chairs were called into service so the tops could be ridden. 
    All was filmed by Ray’s assistant.  Mostly from the side, to ensure the spectators were not in the shot.  It will likely appear on Jordi’s and/or Ray’s Twitter and porn sites.
    I found it mildly arousing.  But I was the more jaded of the men there—I’ve been around it so much more.  The group of sunbathers across the pool, absolutely loved it and had never seen anything like it at the campground before.
    I was hoping to connect with another camper for my evening’s entertainment, and while I chatted to a number of them, everyone seemed to disappear as the sun set.  Instead of sex, I had my dinner, roamed around the now dead campground a bit, and went back to read my book.  The sex would have to wait for Friday—and the next installment.
     
    Here is the original post with links to the event:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--The Set-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 28, 2023
    There is also a link on the original post to the first time I fucked pornster Seamus O;Reilly.
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    "Here's Some Ass For You!"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—June, 2023
    It was Sunday.  I was expecting a regular.  He let me know he was having nasty clean out issues and felt he should cancel.  I thanked him for being honest—but was still horned from the things I had hoped to do to / with him.  I knew it would not be as much fun, but I went to the local bookstore to see what trouble I could get into…
     
    The moment I walk into the straight video theatre all eyes are on me.  There are half a dozen men here—and they seem restless.  Which I hope will translate to them being horny.  I sit along the side wall and open my fly.  I don’t even have my cock hard before a man my age, in a ball cap and shorts, is on his knees giving me really good head.  He soon comes up for air.  I pull his face into my balls to have him lick them while I lazily jerk my cock.  He moans as he tastes my slightly sweaty sack.
    There is a man standing behind me.  He is jerking.  I can hear the ‘squish’ of his hand sliding over his wet cock.  He moves into my range of vison as I begin to jerk.  I assume he wants his cock sucked.  I turn and offer, with a slight nod of my head.  He takes a giant step backward.  He obviously just wants to watch.  The man between my legs finally come up from my balls, knock my hand away from my dick and swallows me down again.  This is too much for the voyeur.  He wastes a huge load of cum all over the floor.
    The man on my cock finally senses I will not be giving him a load anytime soon.  He stands up, thanks me, and goes out the door.  A major shift of all the men here happens.  Half the room leaves.  I move to the cocksucker’s chair—as I always feel too close to the screen on the side.  The few men who are left in the room are quite content to simply watch the porn.
    I lazily jerk my dick—the porn is quite good, with an Italian looking top who is very Dom and makes the young women he is fucking gape.
    The door opens.  A very young man enters.  He must be college age—as I know the desk clerks check ID—but he doesn’t look it. He leans against the wall a foot away from where I am sitting.  It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, but when they do, he looks over at me and gasps.  Literally, the sound of his intake of breath fills the room.  He eyes widen at the sight of my dick.  Then he smiles and unzips. 
    I watch him dig into his fly, get past some restrictive underwear, before he pulls out a cock that is almost a mirror image of mine.  It is the same length and girth, the same whiteness of shaft, just it’s cockhead is different.  Instead of my big flared head, his tapers down to a much smaller point.  We grin at each other.  He strokes along with me. Finally, he leans down and whispers, “Would you mind sucking me?”
    I just turn and pull him into my mouth.  I really have to oval big not to scrape him with my pronounced canines.  He sighs and seems to love that I spend a lot of time on his piss slit, which is dripping precum constantly.  I also do his balls, stroking his thick shaft lightly while I lick them. 
    I go back to deep throating him.  I can hear his breathing change.  Am I really going to get this young stud’s load?
    Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and grabs at his nuts.  He leans over again and says, “I promised this load to a guy in the arcade with the hottest ass.”  He begins to cram it all back into his pants.  I grin and watch him go out the door…
    *
    I relax, staying put in the back row.
    A regular, a ginger-ish guy in his 40’s who had to have played college football (and is still in good shape) gives me some head. Beefy Linebacker jerks himself relentlessly as he does it.  When his legs tire, I offer to return the favor.
    “I don’t want to blow my load.”  BL goes over to the gay cinema instead.
    I watch the video.
    A man who is a stranger to me comes in.  He stands against the wall—his eyes on my cock and not the movie.  He wrestles with himself a long time before he leans over and hefts my cock (timed to when I stop stroking and take a nonchalant hit from my water bottle.)  He goes to the floor.  He is the least experienced of the cocksuckers tonight, but I like watching his Bermuda shorts tent more and more the longer he sucks me.
    He finally takes a breather—and I never see him again.
    The door opens one more time.  It is the Bearded Black Top who loves to get blown by young guys.  And who does he have with him, but the young man with the similar dick.  BBT stands near me, leaning against the back wall.  He indicates the young man should get on his knees and service him.  The young man throws a slightly worried glance at me, but does what is expected of him.   He pulls down the basketball shorts BBT is wearing and takes the semi hard cock into his mouth.  The top sighs and ruffles the kid’s hair.  I watch BBT harden up and the young man keeps sucking, throwing an occasional glance at me.  Does he really think sucking dick lowers his top credentials? 
    “Suck my friend.”  He pulls the young man off his cock, and gently pushes him in my direction.  The young man crawls between my legs.   I am bigger in both length and girth than the cock he just had in his mouth.  He has to really work not to nick me.  And he seems unhappy at our role reversal.  In a few more moments, he stands up and bolts out the door.   Bearded Black Top goes after him.
    I stroke. 
    Beefy Linebacker returns and asks to sit next to me.  We both stroke together, sort of seeing who will be the first to suck the other.
    Bearded Black Top bursts back into the room.  “Here’s some ass for you to fuck,” he crows.  He leads in a burly younger man with dark hair.  He is easily 6 feet tall, and carries some extra weight.  Beefy Linebacker is agog.
    BBT leads the young man to the chair I started in along the side wall.  He tells him to lose his clothes.  He is soon standing naked among four of us.  BBT bends him over the back of the chair and stick his dick in the bottom’s mouth.  No one seems to want to go first, so I get up and move to the pair.  I kneel and rim the bottom’s ass.
    “Get your dick in him,” BBT commands.
    “You want it bare?” I ask.
    “Fuck him raw, just don’t cum in him,” BBT says before the guy can answer.
    “Is that what you want?” 
    The bottom nods his head, while still sucking the rock hard dick in his mouth.
    I stand up, lube myself and slide in.  The kid grunts around the dick in his mouth.
    “Fuck him with that big white cock,” BBT orders. 
    I fuck until the guy, pulls off the cock in his mouth and asks to go to his knees.  I pull out and let him get situated so he now supported by his arms on the chair’s seat.  Beefy Linebacker has stripped to just socks while I fucked.  He jumps in.  His cock is girthy, if not long.  The bottom groans more loudly now, with no dick in his mouth.  BBT, another older onlooker and I all stroke to the fuck happening at our feet.
    “I want to breed you,” BL groans.  “Let me cum in you.”
    “No way,” grunts BBT.  The young bottom nods his head.
    Beefy Linebacker pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the guy’s ass.  He howls out his orgasm as he does it.  The older guy steps up to the bent over bottom.  I assume it’s to make the kid suck his cock, but I’m too busy kneeling and inserting in the now very wet hole (even if it’s not cummy.)  I begin to plow.   I look up and the older guy covers the bottom’s face with his load.
    It looks super-hot, dripping off him, but it is not in Bearded Black Top’s playbook.  He calls a halt to the proceedings.  He and the bottom move to a corner to clean up a little.   I check my cock and there is another issue anyways…I whisper it to BBT as I head out the door to the bathroom…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Here's Some Ass For You!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 26, 2023
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    Gym Built's Balls

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—June, 2023
    After all the ass of IML and then another hot butt in my playroom, I wanted a session that was more oral—either on me or by me.  So off I went, on the first Friday afternoon of June, to the bookstore closest to me…
     
    It’s crowded.  Both the parking lot and the straight cinema.   I sit by the side wall, but with a good view of the room as well as the screen.  There are about eight men in the room.  Three are openly jerking to the rather nasty European anal porn on the screen.  But no one is playing.  Yet.
    I unbutton my trousers.  My cock comes to attention easily at the DP happening on the screen.  Across from me is a man in his early 50’s.  His head is shaved, his body is lean, and his uncut cock is rampant.  He has so much extra skin on his dick, that his fist brings it up to cover his cock head with every stroke.
    I nod to him.
    He nods to me—and turns back to the video.
    In the back row, a guy is now in the mouth of an older man who is sitting in the cocksucking seat.  The guy getting head cums fast and noisily.  They both leave.  I grab my water bottle and go sit there.  Shaved Head moves, too.  Into the seat by the wall, where I just left.  He watches me stroke to the video.  I nod again.  So does he—and he turns away once more.
    A man, well over 65, gets up from the front row of chairs.  He is as tall as I am and likely ten years older.  He comes back and leans against the wall next to me.  He kneads the fly of his Bermuda shorts.  Soon he unzips.  A long, thin cock emerges.  He jerks it—and turns to me.  I nod.  He steps one step closer.  I reach out and guide his cock to my mouth.  It snakes down my throat easily.  The man grunts out his pleasure.
    Shaved Head is watching, beating his dick furiously.
    The more I suck the man in my mouth, the softer his cock gets.  I wonder what I’m doing wrong.  At that moment he grabs my head and climaxes.  The cum doesn’t shoot out, it is like a faucet, it just runs out of his semi hard cock.  And it doesn’t stop—I get a huge load.
    He pats me on the head as I lick any extra cum and spit off his dick.  He nods to me—and leaves.
    Shaved Head stands and comes to lean on the wall.  I begin to reach toward his dick, but he stops me with a slight turn away.
     “I just want to watch you.” 
    “No problem.”
    A man arrives.  Shaved Head gives him room so he can stand next to me.  The new guy is nothing special.  But he wants his dick sucked.  I give him head as he leans slightly, so he can fondle my cock. 
    “You need to fuck me with this.”
    I ask if he’s cleaned out—and he looks as if I’m speaking some alien tongue.  I decline the offer.  He leaves. 
    Shaved Head steps back next to me.
    “I’d love to see you fuck him with that thing between your legs.”
    I shake my head.  “I like a clean hole.”
    “Oh, fuck!” 
    Shaved Head cums—in giant splats of jizz on the floor.  He pulls out the ubiquitous fast food napkins and cleans himself up.  I button up and go next door.
    There are two men here.  A guy around my age who loves to give me head any time he sees me.  The other is a very hot stranger.  Both men are jerking.  The guy I know is soon on my cock.  He is always enthusiastic, if not highly skilled.  But it feels great and is a good change.
    The stranger is early 40’s and built—a gym regular.  You can see all sorts of muscles thorough his rather tight and white T-shirt.  His shorts, no underwear, are around his ankles. He is beating a very hard cock, moving his gaze back and forth from the screen to us.
    My cocksucker’s knees soon wear out.  He stands and stretches.  Then he kneels in front of Gym Built.  The man graciously removes his hand from his sizable dick and lets my enthusiastic friend give him head.  I watch.  I am curious about Gym Built constantly pulling on his own nut sack as he gets sucked.  Is he delaying his orgasm?
    Again, the cocksucker needs to take a break.  He goes back to his chair.  I want a turn on Gym Built’s cock.  I catch his eye.  He grins and nods.  I go to my knees.  Well, fuck, it’s bigger up close.  My length, though not as thick.  I lean forward and take him in my mouth.  In a few moments, he does the same pull on his nut sack.  He’s not delaying orgasm—he’s into CBT—I can tell he is actually crushing those nuts in his hand.
    I deep throat him a couple of times, and then my mouth moves to his balls.  He grunts—surprised and pleased.  I usually don’t like guys sucking on my nuts, I want them licked.  I do that to him, but I am pretty sure he wants that pull.  I am able to just get both into my mouth.  I suck them.  He moans.  I suck hard, increasing the tension.  He moans louder. 
    Gotcha.
    I do it a couple more times, before my left hand encircles them right at the top of the sack.  I suck his dick again and my hand is pulling the sack down.  He begins breathing hard, muttering out a “Yes…”
    I do it again.  And then some variations.  Just the pull.  Just my mouth.  He is in heaven that some one else is doing what he usually has to do to his own balls.
    I surprise him.  I rise up and use my super hard cock to beat his nut sack.  We both love the sound of my meaty penis thudding onto his wet sack.  I pull them toward me.  And use my cock repeatedly as if was a night stick.  He moans and nods for me to do it again.  So, I do.  Harder.
    He is close.  My free hand clamps around his nuts.  My mouth finds his cock head.  My hand squeezes.
    Gym Built groans, his voice filling the small room.  My hand tightens slightly—and he begins to shoot into my mouth.  I let up on his balls so the cum can really flow.  He shakes in his seat as I take his seed.
    Afterwards, he pulls me close and whispers a heartfelt thank you in my ear.   As he lets me go, I stand up to move out of his way.  He nuts are flushed from the blood flowing to them.  His cock is drooling, so I bend to take the final drip, with a slight heft of his abused balls.  We hug again, once his shorts are pulled up and fastened.  “Nice to meet someone who gets it…” he murmurs—and is gone…
    I sit back down, feeling pleased and almost sated, though I have not shot…
    *
    I sucked two more dicks that night.  One was even a big beer can, but they were all just quick release and gone.  So, four loads swallowed.
    One other man struggled to get me off, but I wore him out, never getting over the edge…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Gym Built's Balls (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 22, 2023
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    My Playroom—May, 2023
    I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML.  (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.)  I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email.
    Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared.  He was back at his parent’s home for a visit.  Could I host him for a day?
    I could.
    He arrived in the early afternoon.  It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs.  I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state.   He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile…
     
    I walk into the playroom.  Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench.  He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build.  But he has trimmed up since he was last here.  He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it.   He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait.  He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat.  I come to full erection inside him.  Choking him.  Making him reluctantly pull off me.  He pants and takes me down again.
    I fuck his face a little.  He relaxes and I go deeper yet.  I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft.  “Clean that up,” I tell him.  He sucks me clean.  Until I pull more out of his throat.  “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.”
    Davis scrambles up.  I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack.  I finger some into his not too tight pucker.  I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass.  I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue.  I hear the poppers open.  He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place.
    I stand up, my lubed cock drooling.  I push into him.  He grunts and takes me quite easily.  He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out.  Over and over.  I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock.
    “Please let me taste…”  He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth.  He groans—and cleans me thoroughly.  I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube.  I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. 
    He complies.  Whimpering.  And cleans my dick once again.
    I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it.  “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.”  Davis kneels on the mat.  He spends long minutes working his tongue over them.  Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down.
    I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. 
    His response is to go a little lower on my perineum.  He grunts, and tells me how good I taste.  And goes a little farther yet.
    “Do you want to rim me?”  This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this.
    He looks up, but stays in position.  “I do—if you like it.”
    I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time.  And he’s good at it.  I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique.
    “I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.”
    I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass…
    *
    We move to the sling.  I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there.  I stand up.  Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack.  I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again.  I fuck.  His eyes riveted to the mirror above.  I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock.  I pick up my phone and snap some pictures.
    PIC 1
    PIC 2
    We break.   He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling.  I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole.  I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants.  When he slows down, we reverse.  I eat his hole some more. 
    I stand up.  “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.”
    Davis nods.
    “While I have some rope, I like this better.”  I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers.  I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling.  The wrap clings to itself securely.  I cover his crotch with the film, too.  I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling.  I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head.   He can’t move.  Nor does he want to.  He begins to pant. 
    Pic 3
    Pic 4
    I have left his ass crack open.  I start by pissing on it.  I splash some up onto his stomach.  Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness.  It pours off him onto the towel below.  I lick up what is on his ass.
    I fit my blindfold over his eyes.  I go back and toy with his hole.  Just my fingertips, teasing him.  Slowly, I change to my dick.  The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips.  Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. 
    Hard and fast.
    Slow and easy.
    More piss, right on his crack.
    And a hard, chain rattling, fuck.
    We break.  I cut him loose. 
    I suggest the rimseat.  I make him go under first.  He has never had anyone sit on his face before.  He acquits himself well. 
    I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there.  He whimpers with each stroke.  I pull out and sit back on his face.  His tongue has found new energy in its attack.
    Of course, we reverse it, too.  I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole.  I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure.  My cock is rampant.
    It’s time to breed.  We both know it.  We go to the sling.  I want to see his face as I shoot.
    I fuck for a bit.  One last piss rinse of his crack.  A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck.
    I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue.  I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age.  I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time.  It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out.  I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it.  I leave the rest of the load for him…
     
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Davis Returns to the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 19, 2023
  10. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—May, 2023
     
    There is another story from the piss party.  One that didn’t make the cut. 
    After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog.  I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event.
    But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle.  Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.)  I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie.
    We nodded to each other.  We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants.  My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked.
    Well, that was not his intention at all.  He loosened his tie after the first hour.  He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed.  I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. 
    Well, damn.
    There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going.  Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux.  He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss.  Which they did.  When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well.  Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks.  All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.)  At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency.  I doubt he got his deposit back…
    I am sorry I missed it.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 17, 2023
  11. FelchingPisser

    IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2023
     
    (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…)
     
    Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees.  He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time.  I add mine to make it three.  He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time.  Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet.  We kiss.  I get a taste of the three mixed loads.
    “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…”
    He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room.  There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby.  I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups.  I go to my knees and eat his wet hole.  I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him.  His hole is now super wet.  I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth.  He groans and swallows, savoring it.  I lean forward.  My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips.  I push.  And I’m in.  To the hilt with the slightest second push.
    I begin to fuck.  The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk.  I increase the speed of my thrusts.  TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch.  A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth.  This makes me fuck him harder still. 
    I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch.  I go to my knees and begin to rim him again.  At first, it’s a trickle.  Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth.  It begins to increase.  I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor.  There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him.  My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads.
    As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again.  The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry.  I fuck—then I slow down.  I hold still.
    “Ready?”
    He nods.  I concentrate.  Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me.  And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. 
    TGWT groans as it fills him.  “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.”
    I feel my cock run dry.  I begin a slow in and out stroke.  Churning the piss.
    TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch.  He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts.  As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke.
    I stop.  I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole.
    “Are you gonna…”
    I am on my knees before he can finish.  My mouth is plastered around his ass lips.  I get a trickle of piss instantly.  He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass.  It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most.  I save the last mouthful.  I get up and lean across him.  He opens his mouth and we kiss…
    *
    I am back behind the screens.  I let any number of men spend some time on my dick.  Some get piss.  Some not. 
    A bearded man finds me.  He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.  “I saw that piss fuck you gave.  Got enough for another?”
    I am sure I do.  We go back to the sling.  This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy.  I love how piss wet his ass crack already is.  I rim him, deep and insistently.  He groans.  His cock is hard and he’s jerking.  As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting.  He calls over a friend.
    “He’s going to piss fuck me.  Get down there if you want it.” 
    His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots.  I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock.  I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him.
    The guy moans.  The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show.  I fuck.  Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants.  But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck.  The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so.
    I stop dead.  I have to piss.  A lot.
    I begin to fill him up.  He moans.  The guy on the floor pants in anticipation.  I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT.  I begin a slow fuck.  The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth.  He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard.
    I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out.  There is piss flying each stroke.
    “Ready?” I grunt out.
    I get an affirmative.  I pull all the way out and step away.  “Push!” I tell the bottom.  He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth…
    *
    The crowd is thinning.  I need to get off.  I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock.  When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?”
    He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss.
    I pull him up.  “I want to breed you.”
    “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself.
    I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole.  He’s been busy these last four hours.  I stand and insert.  I am so ready to get off.
    I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. 
    In moments, I am there.  I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play.
    I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. 
    “Piss?”
    “I want your cum to stay in me…”
    So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 15, 2023
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    IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2023
     
    I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion.  All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep.  Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed.  I began to piss regularly.  A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed.  I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party.
    It was an easy drive and I found free parking.  I’m actually early.  I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs.  In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went.  I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots.  I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter.
    Things are only slightly different with the set-up.  The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance.  There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event.  Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling.  I sit and sip my water…
     
    “You look as hot as ever.”
    I turn to the voice behind me.  It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year.  He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub.  We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head.  Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss.  I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here.  Instead, I go down on him.  He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock.  He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss…
    I wander.
    “Hey!”  Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event.  We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees.  I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties.  He sucks my cock.  He licks my balls.  He licks under them, too.  He asks for piss.  This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth.  He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up.  We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon…
    *
    I let a lot of men go down on me.  I return the favor on many of them. 
    A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar.
    “You love to drink, right?”
    I nod.  He leads me to a corner.  I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips.  He let’s go—and I am flooded.  But I drink every drop.  It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own.  As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel.  I stand up.  My cock is raging.  I find the Tall Guy with Tats.  He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself.
    “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack.  He simply bends, using the ledge for support.  I go to my knees and begin to rim.  I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him.  I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him.  Now.  I push the head into TGWT.  He moans and uncaps his poppers.  I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in.  He groans again.  I begin a very slow in and out. 
    “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles.  “Piss inside me, if you want.”
    “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him.  I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us.  But no one does.  After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again.  Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick.  We kiss. 
    “Fuck me some more.”  He turns and bends again, using the bench for support.  I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock.  Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick.  I am pissing all over his back and ass.  When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack.  It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered.
    I turn him around to kiss him.  We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth.  Back and forth.  I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want.  I plow into him.  This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go.  His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging.  The pissing guy has a huge load.  He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me.
    Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss.  I slap the very wet ass I am plowing.  It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound.  I finally pull out.  TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut.  I go to my knees and push his hand away.  It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole.  I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss…
    *
    It's much later.  I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived.  I feed men.  I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me.
    I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool.  They jockey for position to see who can get the most.  I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally.
    I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe.  They have made the rounds—always together.  As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear.  They are facing each other, kissing.  Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear.  As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack.  When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass.  He can’t.  I catch the eye of the Bear.  I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand.  He nods.
    But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first.  I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock.  I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass.  He groans out his surprise and pleasure.  The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper.  I can hear them kiss.  Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. 
    I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole.  He is in.  He sighs.  Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick.  I am still on my knees watching.  As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls.  The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls.
    In a few minutes, he cums.  I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock.  I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out.  Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load.  But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching.
    “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear.  I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss…
    *
    Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees.  He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time.  I add mine to make it three.  He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time.  Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet.  We kiss.  I get a taste of the three mixed loads.
    “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…”
     
    (To be continued…)
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 14, 2023
  13. FelchingPisser

    IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 2

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2023
     
    (Picking up where we left off…you may want to read the previous post if you haven't.)
     
    …“I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. 
    I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking.
    He pulls out fast.  I go to my knees and taste the load.
    I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man.  I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss.
    We can’t seem to stop passing the bear’s load back and forth to each other.  I finally let him swallow—he is the load collector, after all.
    I fuck him again, but then tell him that I’ll be back, that I don’t want to monopolize his time.
    I move away.  Instantly another man in up the young man’s ass.  I find the white guy, the friend of the man with the great dreadlocks.  We exchange oral sex in a far corner of the room.  He goes down on me first, relishing the leftover load on my dick. 
    Then it’s my turn.  He has a piercing in his thick cock, a stud, not a full-on PA.  My tongue plays with it—and it seems to be a major turn on for him.  His cock can’t stop producing precum.  He pulls me up and we kiss, his tongue demanding the juices I’ve collected…
    *
    I fuck Keshawn back in a sling.  I fuck him until I am breathless.  An older gentleman has been stroking to the fuck.  He asks if he could have a go on my dick.  I tell him I am winded and will get back to him.  He nods, likely not believing me.
    But I seek him out, a few random holes later.  He leans against the table and offers me his ass.  With the crowd around the table, it’s cramped for me to kneel, but I do.  I want to open his hole with my tongue.  He groans all the time I am down there.  I think I hear poppers, but it’s hard to tell with the constant noise of sex and the music track.  But his hole seems to open—and I stand up and insert.  He takes it all, until my pubes are grinding against his ass.  I start easy.  I don’t think he’s had many cocks tonight.  I slap his ass—and he gasps, but in a good way.  He begins meeting each thrust by pushing back on me.  His ass suddenly convulses around my cock.  I think I have just fucked a load out of him.  He asks me to stop—and hurries out of the space…
    *
    I have my eye on a new arrival who is taking a ton of daddy cock.  But I am distracted by spying the guy with the great dreadlocks, taking a drink from his water bottle.  I work my way over to him through the crowd of men fucking.  We chat for a second about how the night is going.  Then—I just come out with it: “Would you let me eat your butt? I wanted to, earlier, but…”
    “Shut up—and stick that tongue in me.”
    He moves two steps to the table and juts this incredibly full bubble butt at me.  I go to my knees and dive in.  He pulls one his cheeks to the side, allowing me in even deeper.
    “Damn you’re good,” he groans. 
    This makes me work twice as hard to pleasure him.  I love eating top hole.  It can be a totally different experience for me, knowing I’m not going to stick my dick in there later.  I work until I have him very open. 
    He pulls me up.  “Kiss me, pig…”
    Our mouths meet and he groans deep in his throat as he tastes himself…
    *
    I meet Keshawn.  He impales himself on me for a few strokes and then introduces me to a Latin looking guy who was on Keshawn’s birthday cruise.  The guy is terrifically hairy—think Alex Tikas, but with even more hair.  The guy grabs my dick, hefts it and leads me to a spot where he can lean against the wall.  I fuck him first.  Then I eat his super hairy hole and fuck him again.  He thanks me and moves on. 
    I find him one more time, later in the evening.  It’s always about his ass.  My dick never goes in his mouth…
    I find the same gorgeous boy in the sling.  He welcomes me back with a killer smile and I begin feasting on the new loads shot into him.  And sharing them with him.  He doesn’t have to ask me to do it this time around.  We both know what we want.
    I felch.  I drool it into his mouth.  We kiss.  We fuck.
    I let another man have a turn and stand to the side to watch the fuck.  The guy doesn’t load him, but he churns the loads that are in him.  The moment he pulls out, I clean his dick.  And share.  I clean up the young man’s hole.  And share.  I fuck—and make him clean me.
    Other men are waiting so I move on—but I know who I will be loading this evening.
    Keshawn finds me.  It’s a slightly longer fuck, this time.  He bends to take another white daddy in his mouth as I plow…
    *
    There is a set end time to Cum-Union, so they can have a regular bar night, as well.  The crowd is thinning after they shoot in someone’s ass or on the floor.  I do clean up on a couple of guy’s butts.  I work my way toward the middle sling and the loaded boy.  Keshawn stops me for a fuck.  I know he wants my load.  I realize, as he pushes himself back on me, that I don’t care who gets it.  Keshawn is groaning.  He suddenly pulls off my cock, pivots, and shoot a massive load all over my cock.
    I grin and we both go to the middle sling.  Two men, partners I would guess, are taking turns on the young man.  Both load him quickly so they can leave.  “I brought you his load on my cock,” I tell the young man, pointing at Keshawn.  I slowly insert my cock in the now dripping hole.  I fuck, churning these last three loads for sure, and who knows how many more.  I finally have to stop and taste the gooey mixture of seed.  My mouth is full, really full of cum from his ass.  I feed it to the young man.  Keshawn jerks his spent dick.  The young man grabs his own hard cock and strokes it as I feed him more and more.  I slip my cock in him again, the moment my mouth is finally empty.  I am so close.  I pump a few strokes.  His hole sloshes, there is so much jizz in him.
    “Let me give you some more…”
    “Fuck yes, daddy.  I want it so bad…”
    That does it.  I fire into him again and again.  I grab the sling frame and hang on.  I stay there for what seems a long time.  I go to my knees one last time and get a mouthful of my own load missed with so many more.  I move to the side of the sling and first, I make him clean my dick.  Then I lean in to kiss him one last time with the mouthful of my own cum.  It just keeps dripping into his mouth.  That is when his load hits my shoulder as he shudders out his orgasm…
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 2 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 9, 2023
  14. FelchingPisser

    IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2023
     
    And here it was Saturday.  I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night.  I was just tired from all that fucking.  I had a very late breakfast.  I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it.  Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. 
    My phone went off.  It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight.  Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon.  He told me he was going in early.  He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space.  (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above.  But it had always been fun.  I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.)
    I ate a light dinner and got ready.  I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band.  I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar.  I was even able to find free parking.  I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use…
     
    There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour.  We hug.  We chat.  We compare notes on the weekend.  Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go.  I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys.  I take a look at the space.  They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor.  I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion.  The pipes above are now hidden.  The floor has been freshly poured with concrete.  There are two slings along one wall.  Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room.  There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly.
    There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm.  It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50?  70? in another 30 minutes.  Keshawn has his hand on my cock.  He goes to his knees and sucks me.  Others around us are doing the same thing.  I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck.  He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him.  I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him.  Now.  I stand up and slide in.  I love watching his eyes roll back into his head.  No sacks over anyone’s head tonight.  Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick.  I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced.  I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours…
    *
    It is a racially mixed crowd this evening.   It is good to be in a big city.  A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees.  He gives me some expert head.   “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles.  Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me.  I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole.  He whimpers as my tongue reams him out.  Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open.  But I do—and I stand up and push in.
    “Fuck me hard!”
    I build quickly.  I slam into his butt.  The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us.  I fuck him hard—then pull out.  “Clean my dick.”  He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence.  When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass.  I grin at the bear and nod.  He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again.  We turn him once more before we all go on to different men…
    *
    I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.)  The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen.  His cock is large, though not massive.  He has his buddy in the center sling.  I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck.
    “Take a turn.  You’ll love his ass.”
    He pulls out.  I go to my knees and clean his dick.
    “You dirty fucker.  You better lick his hole, too.”
    He doesn’t need to prompt me.  I can’t wait.  But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack.  I lick and spit.  I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass.
    “Now fuck him good.”
    I stand up and slide in.  The top watches me fuck.  And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level.  But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke.  I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation.  I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock.  I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack.  I begin to pump again.  Two strokes.  Five.  Let him clean my dick.  And repeat.
    I fuck and the top stands up.
    “Let me do that with you,” I ask. 
    We change places.  He begins to fuck.  I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls…
    *
    Keshawn finds me.  He bends, leaning against the wall.  He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again.  I let him control how long we fuck.  He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt.
    *
    I find the middle sling has a new occupant.  He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp.  He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock.  He is being fucked by every man in the room.  I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces.  This guy must have a magic hole.  The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him.
    It’s now my turn.  I eat him first.  He is incredibly wet.  Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum.  I stand up.  We lock eyes.
    “Let me taste it,” he pleads.  I bend over and kiss him.  It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss.  My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide.  I finally break the kiss to fuck.  Hard and long.  Slow and sensual.  And then my face gets buried in his butt again.
    “Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again.  I lean and kiss him.  This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack.  I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck.
    Keshawn comes over and watches.  He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow.
    “I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. 
    I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking.
    He pulls out fast.  I go to my knees and taste the load.
    I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man.  I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss…
    (To be continued…)
    The Original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 8, 2023
  15. FelchingPisser

    Back to Reality

    By FelchingPisser,


    History
    My Desk—April, 2023
    I came home totally sated from CLAW and the Horse Market.  I was sorry that I hadn’t been able to stay longer at the leather weekend, but I was in the middle of a short-term contract that was taking up a lot of time.  I made some notes about the event and went back to work.
    But something felt off.   It was 10 days later—and after that wholesale fucking event, I wondered if I had brought something home with me.  On the same day, I got the usual group email from the organizer reminding everyone to get checked for STIs after all the fun.  My county health department isn’t open on the weekend, so I waited until they re-opened on Monday and went in.
    With my house move, I was in a new county, and while I had got my vaccines for Covid, flu and Mpox there, I had not gotten the full battery of STI testing from them.  I have to say, I love the women I have met at county health departments.  They are efficient, great at putting people at ease and have seen it all—literally.  The two women I met on this trip also appreciated that I was coming in at the earliest warning sign, knew what I was talking about and I didn’t gloss over my sex life to make me ‘look better’ in their eyes.  (Unlike my GP who really doesn’t want to talk about my gay sex life at all…)
    This was also a wake-up call to me.  While not playing during all that time with Covid, I had not followed my usual sex screening routine for some time.  It felt good and empowering to be back on track.
    I pissed in a cup.  I was swabbed. I was jabbed in the finger.
    The nurse asked if I was interested in learning more about PrEP.  I told her how I had decided before:  I never bottom, I am cut, my regular partners are on PrEP or are undetectable.  I was pleased that she agreed with my reasoning and that, as long as I continued testing regularly, I was in good shape there.
    Test results were fast.  They did find chlamydia.  I got the prescription and took my pills, glad that I hadn’t played since the event—so I had no one I could contact.  (I just hope all the attendees of HM took the letter from the organizer to heart.)
    This is not the first time I have not had the usual sex driven post—but I think it is a good reminder for anyone having sex out there.  STI’s happen.  Take care of them.  Notify your partner(s) when you can.  It is part of having bareback sex.  Actually, even condomed sex—I got gono from a blow job before the condom went on back in the 1990’s.
    So, there’s the public health announcement for today. 
    I have written about all this before—and perhaps more eloquently in 2017.  I will include a link to The Un-sexy Post:  
    From My Side of the Sling: The Un-sexy Post (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 21, 2017
     
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Back to Reality (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)      May 14, 2023
  16. FelchingPisser

    IML 2023:  The CumDump

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Chicago—May, 2023
     
    I had decided to do three major events at IML this year—and to not stay at the host hotel.  All three events were in the northside gay area of Chicago, so why not stay there, too?  It made sense.  And it was cheaper than anywhere downtown, as the motel I reserved had free parking.  I could always go down to the Congress for the leather market or for late night revels.  I was happy with my choice to get out of the madhouse—and choose when to join the other leather folks.
    It was an easy drive into the city, but not through it.  I-94 stopped dead for miles, right where it goes under downtown, adding 30 minutes to my usual drive time.  Eventually, I checked in and got online.  Well, after they gave me the correct password.
    I had nothing planned on this travel day.  But a young-ish cumdump had set up shop in my motel, before he moved down to the Congress for the rest of the weekend.  I checked in when he was in his last 45 minutes of his time there.  He gave me his room number and I went downstairs…
     
    I knock.  It takes a moment, but a mid-30’s man answers the door.  He is on the phone.  He pauses that conversation and asks if I could come back in five.  I go back up to my room and wait.  I go back down.  He’s still on the phone, but this time he gestures me in.  He then goes into the bathroom to carry on his conversation.  I sit and start to strip.  A young Black man is on one of the two beds, working on his phone.  We nod to each other.  As I get naked, but for the dirty jock and socks, the bathroom door opens.
    “Sorry.  Work.”
    I get a better look at the main event.  He is mid to late 30’s, short, cubby and Latino.  He grins at my bulge and drops his gym shorts to the floor, keeping on a long t-shirt.  He comes to me and cups my mound.  “Nice…” he murmurs, before he goes to his knees.   He unwraps the goods and takes me deep.  Effortlessly.  He does it repeatedly until he gags himself and comes up gasping for air.
    “Get up on the bed.  I want to eat your ass.”
    CumDump scrambles up on all fours.  His ass is wonderfully hairy.  I dig in.  The hair around his puffy hole is wet with leaking jizz.  I lap this up as he groans.
    “You like that, don’t you?” he moans, remembering my screenname.
    I grunt assent.  I can’t get enough of the who-knows-how-many loads after his 6 hours of being here.  I make myself stand up.  “I’m gonna churn those loads,” I tell him as I slide in.  The poppers open and he huffs.  The man on the other bed stops work and watches.
    “Film it…” CumDump tells the guy.   The Black guy find his camera app and asks me if it’s alright.  I nod and tell him even if he gets my face, it’s fine.  I begin to pump and the camera man is everywhere, to the side, under me, in front of me, filming the fuck for his friend. 
    After a few minutes of fucking in all that cum, I pull out and move to CumDump’s mouth.  “Clean me...”  He is on me before I can finish the sentence.  He licks up the combined loads that are sticking to my dick.  When he’s done, I go back and eat his hole.  I have left it frothy.  I ask how many loads.  He’s not quite sure.  Around 20.  And I believe him.  My mouth is planted over his hole.
    “Here, Daddy.”
    He pushes and I get a massive amount of jizz in my mouth.  I savor and swallow it all.  My tongue cleans him up all over again.
    I stand up and fuck him a second time.  Harder.  Camera man moves in closer to zero in on my cock pushing into the wet hole.  CumDump is rhythmically squeezing my dick.  I am feeling very good—very fast.  I finally pull out so he can taste them all once again.  This time I lie down so he can really feast on my wet dick.
    “Lick my balls, too.  They’re covered.”
    He does.  He licks me all over—and comes up to kiss me.  We share a sloppy kiss.
    “Breed me, Daddy.  Please.”
    I am not good at quick pump and dumps, but this guy seems to be the exception to the rule.  I am so close to refilling his ass.  I go back to his ass, pull him up onto all fours and sink to my knees to lick his hole once again. 
    “You want more?”
    He pushes again.  It’s not as much, but still a sizable amount of jizz squirts into my mouth. 
    I groan. 
    I swallow.
    I lick him clean.
    I want to seed this boy.  I slip into his slick chute.  I pump for a few moments.  He reaches back with the bottle of poppers in his hand.  I take a hit, still doing a slow in and out.  The moment the cap is on I begin to drill him in earnest.
    “Fuck me!  Fill me up!”
    “Want me to replace all that cum I ate?”
    He moans out his pleasure at the idea.
    I’m building fast.  A few more strokes and I grab his hips, stop thrusting and let my balls empty into him.  I can’t move for what seems like a long time.  I finally pull out.  He starts to turn, so he can clean my cock, but I hold him in place.  I sink to my knees so I can clean up the mess I’ve made first—giving my cock time to not be ultra-sensitive.  I lap up all my stray jizz that my cock head has pulled out.  Only then do I stand back up and let him clean my drooling dick…
    *
    I told him about the blog as I dressed and he sent me picture for it.  A very hot man knocked on the door as I was re-tying my boots.  Why didn’t he get there 10 minutes earlier…???
     
    The original post, with a picture, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The CumDump (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 3, 2023
  17. FelchingPisser

    Jack Needs to Take a Piss

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—May, 2023
     
    Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom.  He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days.  I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago.  We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door…
     
    “I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door.  “Which way is the john, again?”
    I point down the hall and around to the left. 
    He starts in that direction and stops.  “I should save it.  Let’s go to the playroom.”
    We do.  I re-start the movie to give us some groans and piss splashings to accompany our own.  I go upstairs to strip, leaving Jack to do the same.  When I return in used jock and boots, I find him kneeling, naked, at the end of the fuck bench.
    “Give me your cock!” he whispers.
    I grind the yellowing pouch of the jock into his face.  Jack huffs the fragrance deep into his lungs before his tongue begins wetting the fabric.  He works the entire pouch until it is damp and only then do I take my hardening cock out of it.  He swallows me down, taking me to the root on the first try.  Soon my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle.  I catch the strands each time he surfaces and smear them onto my dick.
    “Can you take a fuck?  Or do you need to get rid of that piss?”
    “Fuck me.”  He scrambles up on the bench.  He knows my routine.  I go to my knees and begin licking his hole.  Jack’s ass opens on the first touch of my tongue.  He is horny—and that’s fine by me.  I spit one last time and push it as deep into him as my tongue will let me.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.
    “Give it to me hard.”
    I glide in.  He grunts as my cock stretches him out.  I let him take a hit of poppers and begin the fuck.  Hard and demanding.  Jack groans loudly.  He looks over to his side at the mirror tilted against the wall so he can see me ravage his hole.  I slap his ass and he tightens down on my cock.  I fuck.  And fuck.
    “Let me taste my ass, man.”
    I obligingly pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me—hungrily. 
    “Let’s go to the sling,” I tell him.  He gets up and is moves towards it.  “I’m getting in it—you need to spray that piss all over my ass—and clean it up.”  I hop in, resting my long legs on the chains.  Jack kneels and begins rimming me.  It’s my turn to groan.  Almost immediately he stands up and begins to hose me down.  Ass crack.  Balls.  The cock I’m jerking.  And back again.  The moment his bladder runs down, he is on his knees slurping up his piss.  He cleans me up—and then concentrates on eating my hole.  You can feel how much he loves doing it.  He can’t stop—and I don’t want him to.  I borrow his poppers for a quick hit.  The moment the cap is back on it, I babble about how good his tongue is making me feel.  I shut my eyes for a moment, but open them to watch him tongue fuck me in the mirror above the sling.  He burrows in, spits and keeps going.  He jerks his cock relentlessly as he pleasures me with his tongue.
    But soon enough, I want to be doing that to his ass.  We switch.  The moment I have his ankles in the stirrups, I kneel and begin licking the hole I fucked with such force.  His ass lips are slightly swollen.  I work them open until his hole is gaping.  Only then do I stand up and piss on his relaxed ass. 
    “Fuck that piss into me.”
    He’s read my mind.  I don’t clean up all the droplets hanging on the hairs of his ass crack with my tongue; I fuck them into his already wet hole.  Jack watches it all in the mirror above him.  My cock pummels him hard.  Over and over.
    I pull it out and move to his head.  He cleans me up—enjoying the mix of piss and ass jizz. 
    “Leave lots of spit on my cock—I don’t want to re-lube…”
    He does—and I fuck it into his hungry hole…
    *
    I need a break.  I have been alternating fucking his hole, usually after a splash of piss, and then letting him savor all those flavors in his mouth.  Now, I want some too.  I get him out of the sling and spread the mat for the rimseat.  I lie down and he sits, spreading his hole open for my tongue.  I instantly get a drip of piss from what is clinging to the hair on the outside of his hole.  I lick that up before burrowing into him.  I have not pissed a full load into him, just a quick spurt, each time before I fucked him.  He is seriously wet now between that piss and his own ass jizz.  I can’t stop eating his hole.
    But he decides for me.  He stands up.  “It’s my turn.”
    We change places.  He eats my much less damp hole.  Suddenly, I stand up.  I move around, lifting his legs to my shoulders and fuck him as he lies there, his face framed with the toilet seat.  He grunts out his pleasure at being used.  I have a mental flash of how hot it would be if a third man was here so he could be rimming him as I fucked.  This thought makes me pre-cum even more inside him.
    I pull out of his ass and sit back down so he can rim me some more…
    *
    We have moved back to Jack being in the sling.  My cock is deep inside him, hammering away. 
    “Cum inside me...” Jack groans.  “I want your load.”
    I am close.  I have really hydrated for this session—and I know I won’t be able to cum with a bladder still full of piss. 
    I keep fucking. 
    Jack keeps jerking his thick cock.
    I pull out and in moments I am pissing a torrent of clear piss all over Jack.  Just as much as I took from him early on.  I cover his ass, his cock (which he stops jerking, he is so turned on) and his chest—then back to his balls and ass crack.  When it’s done, I go to my knees and begin licking his ass crack.  I jerk my cock.  I can’t get enough of either sensation.
    And I’m there.
    I stand up just in time to fuck my load deep into his pissy guts…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jack Needs to Take a Piss (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 1, 2023
  18. FelchingPisser

    Finishing the Job

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—May, 2023
    I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting.  Here is the first.  It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago…
     
    It’s a Saturday afternoon.  The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus.  I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot.  I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre.  It takes me a moment to see there are several men here and I can sit in the back row—in the infamous cocksucker’s seat.  I sit—and unbutton.
    I hear jerking in front of me.  It must be the older man with a very large bald patch.  His shoulders are shaking to the rhythm of his self-abuse.   Scattered around the room, three other men are kneading shorts or pants.  One looks at me—and not at the screen.  He is new to me, a big ex-footballer in build, Caucasian and wearing a ball cap.  He stands up and comes nearer.  He stands next to me.  Now I can see, in his face, that he’s older than I first thought.  Late 40’s or early 50’s.  He continues to grope himself as he watches me stroke. 
    Finally, he leans down, close to my ear.  “Let me suck that thing.  Sir,” he adds as an afterthought.   
    I simply spread my legs.
    He goes to the floor and takes me deep, the very first moment.  He is a very experienced cocksucker.  I sigh and knead his shoulder as he goes to work.  Everything is right.   No teeth, great suction and a sloppy wet mouth with incredibly versatile tongue action.  At the five minute mark I tell him how good he is.  He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going.
    The guy down front stands up and shoots all over the floor.  This makes the man on his knees start a repeated deep throat on me.  He is sure I am going to fire off at any minute.  There is a moment that I think I actually might.  But as soon as I think it—the tide of potential cum recedes.
    Did he feel my cock head swell and then go back down?  He gets up, acting like he’s wasted his time.  I tell him again how good it was and that it takes me forever to get off anymore.  He grunts.  I suggest he check back later.  He goes out—letting the door slam.
    I sigh.  The room empties out.
    I do up my fly and go next door.  A burly Black man, who I see here all the time, is actually getting head.  He usually just strokes.  The man doing him is another regular.  I leave them to it, as they seem to have no interest in me joining.
    I go back to the other theatre.  There is a new man, jerking.  He is all about the video.  The one time I catch his eye, I do the nod to his hard cock—does he want help?  He shakes his head and never glances at me or my dick again.
    I wait for the good cock sucker to come back—but I never see him again.  The large Black man comes in.  He stands against the back wall and jerks—obviously and man with the beard did not get his load.  We make eye contact.  He shows off his cock, but seems to not want me to do anything with it.  He eyes mine—but just as bate fuel.
    A very old man comes in.  He sits on the bench in front of me.  He pulls out his cock.  I can’t see it, but I can tell.  He jerks—looking only at the threeway on the screen.
    The door opens again.  I pray it is my cocksucker—but no.  It is a man with a long hipster beard.  The hair on his head is cropped close.  He must be in his late 30’s.  He would look totally at home behind the counter in a trendy coffee shop.  Except he is kneading his crotch.  He watches me—and then the Black man against the wall next to me.  Back and forth—with an occasional break to watching the screen.
    Finally, he unzips.  This makes the man against the wall jerk faster.  I actually slow down.  The three of us nod to each other—but neither man moves to me.  I start to get up—and the bearded boy instantly turns back to the screen.
    We stroke.  And stroke.  We are now watching each other, not the movie.  I assume the two younger men are going to go for it.  I wait for one to go out the door and into the gay theatre so they can be in faux-privacy in the darkest corner behind the door.  And guess, what?  Bearded Boy shoves his regulation sized cock back in his pants and goes out.  The man on the wall does the same. 
    I stroke.  I hear the gay theatre door open through the adjoining wall. 
    I wait. 
    I do myself up and go over. 
    The Black man is nowhere to be seen.  Bearded Boy is stroking more openly to the anal sex on the screen here.  He nods to me again.  And at that moment, the man I think of as the Cock Kisser moves into my line of vision and to his knees to ‘suck’ Bearded Boy.  The guy is a horrible sucker—I know from years of him thinking his ‘kisses’ are going to get me off, with just my cock head in his mouth. 
    I go back to the straight theatre and stand to the side so I can watch the guy who was in front of me jerk.  Finally, I sit back behind him.
    I hear the door open and close next door.  I go back.  Bearded Boy is still there, his pants done up.  We nod again.
    “He get you off?”
    Bearded Boy shakes his head.
    “Let me do it right.”
    I go to my knees and he unzips.
    He sighs the moment my lips and tongue envelop him.
    I suck.
    I tongue his balls, eliciting another groan.
    “You swallow?”
    I grunt a ‘yes’ and he gives me the size load most young men shoot…
    He thanks me profusely—finding his tongue after his orgasm.  I have my left hand around his nuts, holding him in place so I can clean his cock.  He thanks me again as I finally release him.
    He leaves.  I do one more check.  Now both theatres are empty—and looking out the front door, I see the only cars in the lot are the clerks and mine…
    So much for dropping that load…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Finishing the Job (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 30, 2023
  19. FelchingPisser

    Rock Begs for All the Loads

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—May, 2023
     
    {If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.}
     
    Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned.  He was still eager and was hitting the road soon.  I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself.  The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him.  The cum filled condoms were nestled in a dish with ice, still in the freezer.  I was ready.
    He arrived right on time.  I left him in the playroom to strip down and went back up to my room to add the jock (slowly going from pristine to well-used) and boots.  As I opened the door, he was naked and kneeling at the base of the sling…
     
    I take a moment just to look at him.  He is mid-twenties, tall, slightly thick—a true cub.   His legs are hairy, his chest is hairy, as is his face—and most importantly for me—his ass.  I toss my robe on top of his clothes which are piled on the chair behind the door.  The television has some good Dick Wadd piss porn playing. My cock, just looking at him, is plumping in my jock.  I walk over to him.  I can feel his hot breath on the pouch.  He inhales, enjoying the aroma.  His tongue snakes out and he begins to lick the textured fabric.  My cock swells.  I have to free it.  Instantly, Rock takes me into his mouth.  He suckles my flared cock head, his tongue working into my large piss slit.  He groans—making my cock throb.  I let him set his own pace as he begins to suck in earnest.  He continually takes me three quarters of the way down and around every fifth time, sucks me to the root.  After a few more partial deep throats, he gags as he bottoms out with me.  He pulls off me for just a moment, recovers and, just as enthusiastically, sucks me down to the root again.
    “Up on the bench.  I need to taste your hole.”
    He gets settled.  I retrieve his poppers from the pocket of his shorts on the chair and hand them to him.  He takes a hit as I kneel.  I bury my face in that full, hairy cleft.  He reaches back and pull his left cheek open so I can go even deeper with my invading tongue.  I spit and push it as deep as I can, all while lubing my cock with coconut oil.
    I stand.  My cock slaps his hole with a wet splat.  I push in.  Slowly.  Rock moans out “Fuck me good, Daddy.”  I try to push in slowly, but his ass wants me all the way in.  I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his flesh.  He sighs in satisfaction.  I hold for a moment and then begin to fuck.  He groans again—and poppers up.  I do a well-controlled fuck, pull out and taste his hole again.  I go back up him—and this time build to a rapid and hard pace.  I pull out and instantly bring my wet cock to his handsome face. 
    “Love ATM,” he groans, his eyes shining as he proceeds to clean my cock.
    I go back to his ass.  I piss his crack and lick it up—making sure it is pale enough for play.  It is—and delicious.  I shoot a little more on his hole, tongue it off him and fuck him again.  After he cleans me a second time, I move to the bed.  I sit—and tell him to come lick my balls.  He kneels on the rimseat mat and does just that.  I encourage him to work down my perineum and dig his tongue between my balls and the cock ring.  He is a very good boy and does just what he’s told.  His tongue is great—wide and thick.  You can tell he is doing it because he loves it—not because he feels he should.  I reward him by telling him to go get in the sling.
    Rock has his ankles in the stirrups before I get over there.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I stand and send a shower of piss all over his hard cock and balls and then up to his chest, where it clings to his chest hair.  I begin to lick it up, leaning across him, savoring the smell and taste of my piss mingling with his sweat.  I let my cock slide into him and I begin sucking/licking his piss-soaked nipples.  I bring some up to his mouth and we kiss.  Deeply.  Tongues exploring.
    Eventually, I break the kiss, straighten up and begin to fuck him properly.  His hole is now super wet from so many things:  oil, pre-cum, his ass sline, piss.  It makes for a wonderful lube.  He approves when I bring it up for his mouth to taste it.
    “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you,” I tell him as he cleans my cock, for the first time here in the sling.
    I fuck him again.
    He cleans me.
    I almost go to my knees again, but realize I want more.   “I want you on the rimseat.”  I lie down under it and close the seat down.  Before he sits, I tell him he can choose to ride my cock anytime he wants to, to just do it as my mouth will be plastered on his hole.  He sits.  And his pucker is spread by the seat.  I am suddenly able to get my tongue so much deeper into him.  I rim and snort and sigh and lick some more.
    He does, after a bit, stand and rides my cock.  Not for long.  Just enough to get his ass juices pumping again.  He slides off my dick and settles back down on the seat.  “Eat me, Daddy.”
    I can hear him open his poppers as I lick him out.  He groans and tells me how good it feels.  I lick up all the new juices his ass has just churned out, trying to lube itself in protection.  Suddenly, I know it’s time.  I tap the underside of his thighs—the signal to stand up.
    He does and helps me get up, too.  I tell him to hop back in the sling as I go up to the freezer.  I come back—a tray full of frozen spunk.
    “I have some loads for you I collected at the bookstore.  You want them up your ass?”
    “Yes, Sir.  Please.”
    I take the smallest one.  It is the load I got in my mouth after fucking Kyle.  And a load of mine mixed with it—which I shot when I got home.  I tell him about the chunky man I sucked for it as I cut the knot on the condom, turn it inside out and slide the nugget of frozen cum into him.
    Then the next.  The young guy, the older white man and the Black guy—their combined jizz making a big lump of frozen cum.
    Snip, peel and push into his warm hole.
    Now the third condom is held up.  The man from India, the hung guy, traces of two others and the man who shot his load on my palm.
    “They’re in your hole.  Melting.  Guys you don’t know at all…”
    He is beating his cock like crazy.  “Fuck them deeper.  Please!”
    My cock pushes into the now cool hole.  The lumps are melting fast.  I can feel them coat my dick and his ass walls.   I begin to pump slowly.  The sound of the cum churning is filling the small playroom.  With a groan, Rock keeps beating his ample cock—and it goes off.  All over his hairy belly. 
    I scoop it up and smear it on my cock.  I fuck his load into his ass, too.
    “Can I keep fucking?” I ask, hoping he is not one of those guys who shut down after they unload.
    “Fuck, yes,” he groans.  “Fuck those loads deep into me.
    I fuck for a long time before I bring my cummy cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off.  We kiss, the remnants of the eight, no, nine mixed loads still on his tongue.  I go back to his hole, lick up the escaping cum and then churn what’s left in him.  It’s a lot.  It still makes wonderfully squishy sounds as we rut.
    I could keep going forever, it feels so good.  But we need to bring this scene to an end.  “I am going to piss in your ass.  You will sit on my face and feed me the mix of piss and the remaining jizz.  Yes?”
    “Fuck yes!”
    I get him out of the sling and have him lean on the bench.
    I slide in.  I am not sure how full my bladder is after all the other pissing.  I have some, I know—but I just keep going.  I can’t stop pissing.  When I finally do, he squeezes his hole shut while I get under the seat.  He sits.  My tongues pokes into him.  I get a trickle.  I do it again.  The floodgates open.  I am deluged with the mix of piss and cum.  I can’t swallow fast enough.  Some splashes out of my mouth.  But I get most of the delicious mix.  I know myself well enough not to touch my dick while I swallow and revel at all those loads in my mouth once again.
    Once there is nothing left in him, I order Rock back in the sling.
    “I want to see your face as I breed you.”
    Once there I slide into the hole that has given me so much pleasure today.  I am on the edge.  Instantly.  A few strokes and I am giving him a fresh load to take home with him.  I spurt again and again, deep into Rock’s very essence…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Rock Begs for All the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    May 26, 2023  
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    More and More

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—May, 2023
     
    (You may want to read the previous post if you haven't.)
     
    Rock was due in the playroom on Sunday.  I had cum collected for him on Thursday afternoon.  I spent Friday in a state of feeling that I could erect with the least possible hint of something sexual—or maybe even with a stiff breeze.  Saturday dawned and I awoke with a massive erection.  I thought about wanking (and saving the load for Rock) but by lunch time, I knew I needed to go back to the bookstore.  I wanted that hot, young ass of his overflowing…
     
    I am in the same chair along the side wall of the straight theatre—and the same scene, with different men starts me off.  A young white daddy is jerking to the left of me.  He has brought a massive bottle of lube with him.  He sees my dick and instantly comes over to suck me.  A young man from India, who I had noticed along the back wall as I came in, is suddenly in front of me.  He is on his early thirties, with very black hair—everywhere. He stands in to the side of the man on his knees and offers me his dick to suck.  It is a runner up for the smallest dick I have ever had in my mouth—but his balls are huge.  And he gives me a big, sweet load in no time at all.  I have a new condom with me and spit load into it. This makes the Dad on my dick uncomfortable enough that he stops sucking me.
    But there is another white guy, at the back who, as I stand to leave, deliberately stands up and unzips—his eyes locked on me.  He is tall and thin, and he pulls a cock out which is almost as big as mine.  His stance is wide—all but daring me to cum suck him.  I go to the back.  I kneel and instantly he begins to fuck my face.
    “Take it, cocksucker,” he grunts softly.
    It doesn’t take much more for a second big load to be shot in my mouth.  I have to fight to pull back enough to keep the load from not going straight down my throat.  He finally registers that I want to taste it—and stops thrusting as he spurts.  He isn’t as sweet, but there is even more cum.  I clean him up and wait for him to leave before I add his load to the condom.
    “You like dick?”
    I turn, still on my knees.  A younger, late 30-ish, Mexican is standing near me.  He is nicely built and his crotch is tented.  He unzips and I quickly get the condom into my shirt pocket.  I suck him for a long time.  He fucks my face a little, too.  He is a copious pre-cummer but he can never quite get over the edge.  When he moves on, I add his juices to the condom.
    I am now alone in the straight theatre.  I jerk.  I go over to the gay side.  No one is there.  Everyone seems to be in the arcade—a place I never go, as I hate the cramped booths.  I walk back and watch the straight film—as it is a squirt video and I can still taste Kyle’s, if I think hard enough…
    *
    Maybe ten minutes have passed.  Two men have come in.  They sit away from me and from each other.  They are gropers, not strokers.  A young man in a mask now enters.  I think I know him, but it’s hard to tell.  He is mixed race and looks to be just reaching his 30’s.  He is tall and willowy, and if it is the guy who I think it is, has a long, slender dick.  He hangs out by the door; looking at the screen, looking at the other guys, looking at me.  In rotation.
    Soon he unzips and pulls out his snake of a dick.  It’s him.  He strokes now—to the screen, to the other guys, to me.  A lot to me.  I wave him over, but he shakes his head before looking pointedly at the two men in the other seats.
    I stroke, turned more in his direction. 
    One of the guys down front leaves.  The young guy moves to the back wall, closer to me.  I, wordlessly offer to suck him.  He shakes his head.
    We stroke.
    The other man leaves.  The moment the door is closed, his mask is tucked under his chin and he is on my cock.  He is sucking me like he hasn’t had a dick for months.  And, not really knowing him, maybe that’s true.  He pulls off me, sighs and buries his face in my ball sack.  He inhales, sighs again and begins to lick.
    The door groans open.  I am prepared for my man to stop and try to look innocent.  I am pleased he’s beyond that now.   The middle-aged white guy comes in and parks himself next to us, leaning against the wall.  He opens his fly and strokes standard sized prick as he watches us.  My sucker goes back to my cock.  He spends a long time on it.  He even shows off for the onlooker.  I volunteer to suck the guy watching, but he thanks me and says he just jerks.
    The young guy pulls up and off my dripping dick.  Even his young knees find the floor hard.  He sits next to me.  We reverse.  I go to the floor and suck him.  His fingers play idly with my ears and make patterns in my closely cropped hair. 
    The man on the wall is jerking faster now.
    I take a break and sit down on the bench, back where I started and next to my playmate.
    “I’m gonna shoot.”  The guy on the wall is jerking like mad.
    I put out my hand to catch his sperm, deliberately far enough away so it doesn’t look like I am trying to touch him.  He gives me four or five nice spurts into my cupped palm.  Once he’s spent, I lick it up and spit his jizz into the condom.  Surprisingly, my seat mate grabs my shiny hand and licks it totally clean.
    The guy leaves.  I tell the masked guy about the condom and my plan for tomorrow.  He is visibly excited by it, and says he wants to help.  But try as we might, neither of us can get the other off with the small time he has left to play.
    I go home with another very full condom.  I can’t wait to see the look on Rock’s face as the frozen loads go into him tomorrow…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: More and More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 24, 2023
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    Hunting for Cum for Rock

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—May, 2023
    Sometime after CLAW I heard from Rock, the young man I’d met on the fisting site, but our play been all about cock, cum and piss.  He now wanted more of all that.  Was I available?  We set the date, both of us excited to see each other again.
    Rock’s arrival was in a week’s time.   I remembered him telling me he was open to other men using him as I directed.  I knew that wasn’t going to be easy to arrange, but I thought I might do the next best thing.  I got into my bookstore clothes and set out to harvest some cum for Rock’s hole…
     
    It’s a busy Thursday afternoon.  I sit against the wall, a little closer to the screen than I’d prefer.  I am right across the aisle from a daddy who is stroking.  He nods to me and I to him.  In moments, he gets up and makes himself at home between my boots.  His skills are a good warm-up.  I feel movement at my shoulder.  I turn slightly and there’s a hard cock on a man in his 70’s.  I suck it for him.  This makes the man giving me head do a better job—he seems to love that we are causing a scene for the other men watching.
    The man in my mouth keeps wilting.  The guy strokes himself back to hardness and lets me suck some more.  Until it happens for a third time.  Now he just strokes and watches my dick being serviced.  The Dad on my cock is jerking himself like mad. He looks up at me—with eyes that are pleading for my load.  I have been here maybe six minutes—he obviously doesn’t know me. 
    He stands up.  I lean in and taste his cock.  But he’s not about that.  He goes back to his seat and strokes out a load all over the floor.  What a waste…
    The two men both leave together.  Did they know each other?  Were they partners?
    I watch the video.
    I feel movement again to my side.  This man is young, early 30’s, jet black hair.  He looks at my dick and nods.  I nod, too, spreading my knees apart. He leans down.  “Not here,” he hisses in my ear.  “Booth.”  He turns and leaves.  I do up my pants, cramming my erection under the button fly, and follow.  He’s waiting at the doors of the unoccupied preview booths.  We go into the middle one.  He tells me his name and asks mine.  I tell him as I really get a good look at him.  He’s hot.  Perhaps Arab, perhaps a mix of races, but his skin is a rich cinnamon color.  His black hair is shaved on one side of his head and long enough to curl on the other side.  He has an entire sleeve of tats on his left arm.
    And he’s on his knees—unbuttoning my fly.
    My hard cock falls out of my pants and slaps him in the face.  “Big…” he mumbles and takes me into his mouth.  He’s terrific.  I’d thought the first guy was fine, but this blow job is what they are supposed to be.  Wet and varied.  Great suction.  Lapping balls.  Inhaling my scent.  And it’s making him cock crazy, so he has to beat his own as he works on me.  He moans often as he sucks.  The vibration around my shaft feels great as he does it.  I am afraid he’s going to get off before I’m even close.
    I change things up.  I hold his head and fuck his face very slowly.  This makes him pant. I begin to increase the speed of the thrust.  He groans.  Is he cumming?  I slow down, pull out and slap my wet cock on his handsome face.
    “Hot,” he growls.  “You wanna cum?”
    I tell him I can’t quite yet.  We agree to look for each other later, but I never see him again…
    *
    The crowd has thinned.  I have had no other action.  And barely a man in my mouth.
    I hear a man behind me unzip.  I am just about to make eye contact with him as the door opens.  A very young man enters.  White, very short, but nicely athletic.  He looks familiar but I can’t place him.  He sits across from me and unzips instantly.  It’s not a big dick—but one that fits his body type.
    We stroke.  And it hits me.  Of course, the young man is the guy who was jerking off on the tits of the woman in that bi-sexual scene I was involved in here.  I had felt his ass up to make him cum.
    He gets up and comes to sit next to me.
    “Hey,” he whispers, “I remember that gorgeous dick.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Can I suck it?”
    I nod.  He goes to the floor and crawls between my legs.  His mouth is so much smaller than the guy in the booth.  But he makes it work.  He comes up for air quickly, standing up to kiss me.  I taste my leaking cock on his tongue and then lean down to take his cock into my mouth.  He groans out his pleasure, then pulls out and sits on the bench next to me.  I go to the floor and suck him some more.
    “I shoot fast, if you aren’t careful.”
    I nod and go for his balls, giving his cock time to desensitize.  But the man behind us has stood up.  It’s the slim, always well-dressed man around my age.  He steps forward and offers his long and thin cock to the seated young man.  I go back to his dick.  He’s now in the same position I was in earlier, one in and one on, but with men who have more skills.  In moments the young man shoots a massive load in my mouth.  He gasps, unable to continue sucking.  He thanks us and leaves quickly.  I turn away and drool all his cum into a condom.
    “That was hot,” says my acquaintance. “Finish me off?”
    I go to my knees again and in very little time I have a second load for the condom.
    He pats me on the shoulder and heads out the door.
    No one else is around.  I start for my car.  A larger Black man is just getting out of his car.  He sees me and smiles and nods.  I know him.  He loves my mouth.  I turn and follow him back into the straight theatre.  I sit at the back—he sits in the chair I started the evening in—but he has moved it so he is facing the side wall, not the screen.  I nod the question.
    His answer is to unzip.  It’s not a huge cock—but long.  The tip has a slight curve to it.
    “I haven’t cum in a week,” he whispers.
    It takes me no time at all to make him spew that large load into my mouth.
    He watches me spit his cum into a condom with other jizz.
    “For a friend’s ass,” I tell him.
    “You are a naughty, naughty man,” he whispers as he checks his cock—but I have cleaned him so thoroughly, he just puts it away without wiping it down and leaves me tying a knot in the condom…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hunting Cum for Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   May 22, 2023
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    Kyle Needs It Long and Hard

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—May, 2023
    I got a text from Kyle, the Transman I have occasionally played with at the newly redesigned bookstore.  He was horny.  His texts, usually very succinct, were all about cock and cum and getting railed.  We talked about a date at my playroom, but it was obvious that more men would be better than just me.  As it is about halfway for both of us, we set a lunch time meet at the bookstore...
     
    I get there first.  I don’t see his car in the lot.  But there is no waiting for the other guy with us—we both love to do some warm up play with others first.  I go in.  The lounge is busy.  I take the tour.  One of the glory hole booths is closed off and two of the curtained cabanas.  I see some head being given in the more private room near the restroom.  I go back to the main cluster of screens, open my fly and stroke myself hard.  I have two men circling me almost immediately.  A daddy, significantly older than myself, moves in from behind the couch I am sitting on.  He reaches across and grabs my cock.  His grip is like a vice and his hand is anything but smooth.  He sticks a tongue in my ear.  I squirm, but not in pleasure.  He is hurting me, and I tell him to ease up on his grip.  Instead of doing that—he huffs off to find someone else.
    I let the other man suck me.  He does so, enthusiastically.  So much so he gets himself off.
    I wander into the trans porn room.  A handsome man, around my age, but built much thicker, is stroking a beer can of a dick.  We nod to each other as I sit in the only other chair.  He glances over at me.
    “Damn, that would feel good in my ass.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Honestly, I don’t know if I could even take it.”
    I smile.
    He reacts to that by standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles.  It’s a meaty, hairy ass.  He bends to show it off to me.  My response is to go to my knees and stick my tongue in it.  He groans.  I get his tight pucker good and wet.
    “Stick just the head in me…”
    I keep rimming him.
    “Please.”
    I stand up.  His hole has opened nicely.  Maybe he takes dick more often than I thought.  I push my flared head against him and it pops in.
    “Fuck,” he groans.
    I am in him, deep, my full bush scraping against his hairy butt cheeks.  I hold.  And then begin to fuck.
    He groans again and strokes his cock in rhythm to my thrusts.
    And suddenly: “Pull out.  I don’t want to shoot.”
    I do.  He spins around and sucks my dick for a fleeting moment.  Then pulls up his pants and leaves the lounge, zipping up as he shoulders the door open…
    *
    Still no Kyle. 
    I get some expert head from a short man.  He is around my age, with a great beard.  He pulls me into one of the curtained cabanas.  “I can’t do it with a others watching,” he murmurs.  I inwardly sigh, but his skills make up for being in a black void.  He is on his knees, with me standing over him.  He does it all really well—suction, tongue action, wetness—and communicates just how happy he is doing it.  I ruffle the hair on his head and sigh contentedly.
    I am standing so I can see over the curtain rod.  I hear the main door open and peer out.  Kyle has arrived.  I let the man on his knees continue for a bit, for Kyle has latched on to a trucker type and is leading him out of my line of vision.  I finally touch the guy’s shoulder and tell him I need to take a break.  He sees me headed towards Kyle.  He tells me he knows him—and tags along. 
    Kyle is bent over a chair with the trucker’s dick in his mouth.  I walk over and playfully swat the full ass that is in the air.  Kyle groans around the dick.  He reaches down and undoes his belt, never stopping the sucking of the man.  I pull the cargo shorts down and expose his ass.  I go to my knees and begin exploring with my tongue.
    The guy who gave me head is standing to the side and opens his pants.  He pulls out a nice sized cock.  This is suddenly too much for the original guy in Kyle’s mouth.  He groans.  I can’t tell if he’s shot—but he pulls out of Kyle and leaves.  My bearded cock sucker is right there to give Kyle a new dick to suck.  I lick Kyle’s ass as my left hand finds his T-cock.  I stroke and lick before standing up and sliding into Kyle’s front hole.  Kyle groans around the new cock in his mouth.  My cocksucker smiles as he watches the dick he’d just sucked fuck into Kyle.  Over and over.
    The angle here is hard on all of us as the chair is quite low to the ground.  We break and head for the medical exam table.  The bearded guy starts to go with us, and then thinks better of it.  He takes off for more cocks he can suck down in the arcade.  In the room, Kyle ditches his clothes in a pile on the floor.  I adjust the height of the table.  Kyle clambers up and I sink down between his legs. 
    I spend a long time licking his hairy ass, his front hole and T-cock.  He groans and tells me I am being such a good daddy.  This makes my cock ooze, so I stand up and stick it inside him.
    “Fuck that hole,” he groans.
    There are two men at the doorway to this room, but neither come in.  I am fucking hard now.  Kyle reaches down, brushes his T-cock and squirts over my cock.  I pull out and go down to lick it up.  I make some sort of noise in the back of my throat—a cross between a growl and a moan.  I stand up, my beard dripping.  I re-enter and fuck harder.  Kyle grabs his legs, pulling them back to adjust the angle, so my thrust can go even deeper.  Kyle’s hand strays again to his T-cock.
    “I can’t stop cumming,” he moans.
    He rubs faster and another shower of squirt drowns my dick.  This time I just keep fucking.
    Hard.
    “Gonna give me your cum?” Kyle pants out.
    I nod.  I am surprised that I am so close to shooting.
    He reaches down, rubs, and sends one more shower of squirt out onto my driving cock and balls.  That does it.  I’m there.  I fill him with my load—squirt after squirt.
    I hold onto to him for a long time—I literally don’t trust myself to move.
    At last, I go to my knees.  I want to taste all the combined juices.  My tongue snakes out, cleaning him up so he can go back to work…
    *
    There is a coda to this trip—
    After Kyle left, I ate my packed lunch out in my car.  I went back in, sucked off a larger guy and spat his load into a condom.  And you will hear more about that another day…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Needs It Long and Hard (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   May 18, 2023
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    The Bookstore Welcomes Me Back

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—April, 2023
     
    If there was a silver lining to being off the sex market for a time, it was that it coincided with a heavy work load for a contract I had accepted.  I wouldn’t have had the time or energy to play much anyway during the time the meds were taking care of things.  Once they were done (and a week to let them fully work) I finally went in search of some fun…
     
    The parking lot of the bookstore closest to me is fairly full for a Saturday afternoon.  I buy my ticket and enter the straight theatre.  The only seat is off to the side and a little too close to the screen.  I pull out my cock and look around.  There seem to be a lot of men.  But no action.  Not even stroking.  My cock is the only one out.  I watch the movie.  It feels good to have my dick hard again.
    I feel someone at my shoulder and look up.  It is half of the always masked couple who come to the bookstore to watch each other suck on other men’s cocks.  I nod and he goes to the floor, adjusts his mask and goes down on me.  Fuck, maybe I should try celibacy more often—the least little thing he does feels electric.  He sinks down on me, which for him is about three quarters of my shaft.  He gags, squeezing my dick delightfully with his throat muscles. 
    He pulls up and begins just licking the head.  I sigh contentedly.  But his knees are going fast.  He gets up, with an assist from me.  He rejoins his partner standing against the back wall.  No one else makes a move to me—and no one else looks interested in me doing anything to them.  I button up and head over to the gay cinema.
    There are three men in the room—two I recognize from here, but one is new to me.  He is very tall, around my age with a very weathered face.  He has a denim jacket over a white tee and wears a leather cap on his head.  The moment I take out my dick he is intrigued.  He is standing against the side wall, kneading his bulging denims.  I soon get the nod.  I nod back and he kneels before me.  He is, honestly, not as good as my first man.  But my cock doesn’t care.  He is loving the attention.
    He pulls off my dick, with a sigh.  “I want you to fuck me.”
    “I just got here; I’d like to wait a little.”
    He nods and goes back to work.  His knees soon grow tired, too.  I help him up and he disappears out the door.  The other two men in the room look at me.  The larger man, is a regular who loves sucking me.  He comes over and kneels.  I recognize the other man, but have never played with him (I think.)
    My cock is treated to another mouth.  The third guy stands near me, takes out his dick and strokes as he watches me getting sucked yet again.  He is really into it.  I watch him as I feel the man on my dick.  I can tell the guy stroking is going to blow.
    “Don’t waste it.”
    Remarkably, he steps up and feeds me his load, the moment his cock goes off.   I hold his balls, so he can’t pull away until I clean his cock up.  The man on my dick has stopped to watch this.  The stroker zips up, turns and collides with Leather Cap coming back in the door.
    “I got you something,” he tells me, showing me a Magnum.  I inwardly sigh, but go ahead and put it on my wet cock.  Leather Cap drops his jeans to his knees and bends over, pointing his ass to me.  I lube up quickly.  His hole feels prelubed with something silicone based, so I am not going to rim.  I slip into him easily and begin to fuck.
    The door opens.  The Mexican who always wants to get fucked, (but I rarely do as he doesn’t clean out) come in.  He gets hard watching us and sticks his short, fat dick in Leather Cap’s mouth.  LC is in heaven.  He squirms and moans, being impaled at both ends.  The Mexican pants.  I increase my fuck speed, hoping to feel something through the latex.
    And then it’s all over.  LC shoots cum on the dirty linoleum.  We all clean up, one way or another.  LC goes out.  The Mexican offers me his ass—and I go back to the straight side.
    The crowd has thinned.  A lot.  Down to one man.  He is white, somewhere in his 30’s and carrying a lot of extra pounds around his middle.  His face is incredibly handsome.  He stands against the back wall.  We nod to each other as I sit in the cock sucker’s seat. 
    I stroke.
    He gets the courage to unzip.
    The porn is good—and we both stroke.
    “That’s a great cock,” he falters.
    I look over at him.  He has a good seven incher himself.  I tell him so.
    We stroke in silence for a bit.
    Then: “Do guys suck you here?”
    I tell him they do.  And vice versa.
    “Nobody has ever offered to do me.”
    “Really?  You are bigger than many…”
    “But not like yours.”
    I shrug.
    We stroke.
    I turn to him.  “You want me to?”
    He can’t speak.  He can only nod.
    I go to my knees.  It’s all over the moment I take him in my mouth.  He gasps and moans as his balls spew a huge load into my mouth.  I try to clean him up—but he is far too sensitive.  He nods at me as he pulls away and struggles with his zipper.  He is out the door before he has pulled it all the way up…
    *
    I am alone for a bit.
    I stroke.  Still slightly surprised at the volume of the load I just took.
    A young guy comes in, still in college, I would guess.  He is white with his dark hair in a slightly asymmetrical cut.  He stands where the last man did.  We nod to each other.  He takes out a regulation sized dick and strokes to the movie.
    I look at him again.  I can’t read the vibe yet.  I don’t say anything.  I just wait.
    Finally:  “You need any help with that monster?”
    “Sure.”
    He moves around, still stroking and gives me very good head.  He must be a natural—or he started very young.  He has great skills.  And my cock is responding.  He licks and sucks and deep throats.  He knows to include my balls.  I work his nipples through his tee.  He groans around my cock as I tweak them.
    He pulls off me.  “I need to get off this floor.”  He apologetically stands up.  I take his dick into my mouth.  He sighs—surprised.  His juices are flowing and his precum is very sweet.  “Damn, Daddy.  Suck me…”  I do.
    “I want your load,” he tells me after a bit, pulling out of my mouth.
    He is good enough—he might get it.  I spread my knees and let him sink back down to my cock.  He works diligently for about 5 minutes—and damn, I’m close.  I shut my eyes—and I’m there.  I blast a volley of jizz into his mouth and throat.  He swallows it all groaning and beating his cock faster. 
    Suddenly he stands up.  “Take it,” he grunts.  He makes it into my mouth.  Just.  Before he explodes, every bit as hard…
    **
    There is an odd epilogue.  Leather Cap found me on a hook up site.  Thanked me and described our scene so I knew for sure it was him.  (as he only had an ass shot picture in his profile.)  He was from out of town and wanted to know if it was alright if he contacted me again the next time he was in the area.
    I said sure.
    Two days later with no other messages, he blocked me.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Bookstore Welcomes Me Back (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   May 16, 2024
  24. FelchingPisser

    The Horse Market at CLAW

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Cleveland—April, 2023
    It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend.  But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long.  With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away.  I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home.  Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. 
    If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “The Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA.   There are very specific rules.  Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom).  No one can switch mid-party.  The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous.  There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only.”
    We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.)  I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench.  I got there early to see if he needed them.  He didn’t.  Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded.  At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other.  I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck.  I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend.  I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder.  We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings.
    The Stallions chatted and joked together.  I met two men I knew from Chicago.  I filled up my water bottle.  As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules.  He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions.  And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare.
    We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored.  We just fit.  It looked to me like there about 35 of us.  Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place.  We laughed together—nerves were showing.  Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. 
    The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace…
     
    Naked, hooded men are everywhere.  I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side.  I find a full, hairy ass.  I touch the man’s butt as I kneel.  I tongue his ass crack making him moan.  Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck.  I grease myself as I eat him out.  His hole has loosened under my tonguing.  I stand and slide into him.  He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute.
    “Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me.  “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.”
    I turn and grin at him.  It’s nice to actually see someone’s face.  We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other.
    “You should try mine.  Let’s switch.”  He pulls out—so do I.  I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event.  The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit.  Is he really so close already?  He pulls out and takes a break.
    I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more…
    *
    I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings.  Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt.  I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight.  No one has touched him yet.  I go over to him.  I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees.  My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks.
    “Fuck, get we wet and ready…”
    I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. 
    I stand and fuck him.  He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. 
    I fuck and fuck.  Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt.
    “Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug…
    *
    And so it goes. 
    I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck.
    I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare.  I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass.  Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal.  But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room.
    I find a diminutive Asian in a sling.  He’s been busy.  We are about an hour into the event.  His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night.  It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once.  His small frame is muscled and sleek.  He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him.  I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him.  He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock.  A Black man comes to watch me fuck.  We nod to each other.  He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock.
    “You should fuck this guy,” I tell him.
    “Oh, I have.  You’re fucking in my load.”
    I grin.  And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk.  I fuck some more, and then he spells me.  The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing.
    “You should open some holes for me,” says the top.
    I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so.  A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch.  We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench.  And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table.  The mares all love our pairing.
    A young man of color is on a fuck bench.  I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first.  It’s too much for his hole.  The young man taps out, leaving with a handler.  I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways…
    *
    I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by.  I go back to him and eat some of the load.  I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum.  He does.  I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his.  I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening.  For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten…
    *
    Another sling, another man getting a load.  He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass.  I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot.  My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek.  He blindly turns and licks at my cock.  “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head.
    The guy in his asscunt moves away.  I kneel and get another mouthful of cum.  I stand and feed it to the cub.  He groans his approval.  I slide in and churn.  His ass is great—even without the load.  Another man who can really use it well.  I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session…
    *
    I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass.
    I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room.  I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. 
    I am ready to load.
    I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone.  I look for the Cub.  He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench.  Well, damn.
    I find the man bent over on the table.  He’d be perfect.  We fuck for a long time.  I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge.  But I’m trying too hard.  I thank him and wander.
    There is a man I have fucked repeatedly.  A big hairy bear on all fours.  He’s been very busy.  I watch him get used by two men back to back.  I jerk a little as they fuck him.  I’m up him next.  He’s super wet.  So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight.
    “So, you’re back,” he grunts.  (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.)
    I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in.  In moments, I feel the build.  My balls tighten and I shoot.  I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm.  I stay there a bit and finally pull out.  I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off.
    I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck.  He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock.  I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock?  His red hooded head nods yes.  I let him clean me up.  I’m not going down.  I am actually still damn hard.  He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men.
    “Stick it up my ass, man, please…”
    I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Horse Market at CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    May 11, 2023
  25. FelchingPisser

    Under the Suit & Tie

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—April, 2023
     
    It’s the first Saturday in April.  And I’m horned.
    I spent the day making a list of what I needed to pack for CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland.  It is the next weekend—and is taking place much earlier in the month than ever before.   I even dismantled the sling and got it into the duffle bag.
    And it left me with the slight ache in my balls.  I needed sex.  Now.  I ate a quick lunch and spent the afternoon at the nearest bookstore…
     
    I park in the deserted lot.  This is, historically, an active time at this store, but not today, it seems.   Is this going to me an April Fool on myself? 
    I go in and sit in the back row of the straight theatre.  No one is here, but the porn is good and raunchy.  I stroke.  I hear movement in the gay theatre through the grate in wall that separates the two.  I think about going over there—but just as I’m about to re-button my fly, I hear the door bang as someone leaves.
    In moments, the person is coming in this door.  He is a tall Black man, in his late 30’s.  I recognize from here.  He loves to watch me play—but never touches anyone or vice versa.  We nod to each other.  He sits against the far wall—where he has a good view of me.  He takes out his bigger than average dick.  He seems to like the porn on the screen, too.  He jerks rapidly.
    We are alone for quite some time.  Finally, the door opens again.  A tall white man, around my age, enters.  He looks totally out of place here on a Saturday afternoon.  He is dressed like he just stepped out of his law office—a suit and tie, with extremely well-polished shoes.
    He looks at me.  He looks at the man in the chair.  He decides to lean against the back wall, three feet away from me. 
    We all watch the movie.  I glance over—his suit pants are tented, without him touching himself.  Two minutes later, he unzips.  It is a gorgeous curved cock, girthy and veiny, pointing up to the ceiling.  It is extremely hard.
    The man, his eyes on the screen, begins to stroke it.
    The girl on the screen takes two loads on her face.  The stroker in the chair, grunts and strokes himself even faster.  The guy next to me, stops his jerking.  Is he that close, I wonder? 
    The woman on the screen mops up her face and licks her fingers clean.  The camera pans away, and the screen dissolves to black, making the theatre totally black as well.
    “Do you suck?”
    He sounds closer to me.  And he is.  The drooling head of his cock rubs my check. 
    Well, fuck!  I turn slighty, open my mouth and swallow him down.  Damn, his cock is thick.  Not long, but I really have to work at keeping my teeth off the flared head.  The upward curve doesn’t help either, but he seems to love what I’m doing.
    Suddenly, we are in light again as the movie starts to replay from the top.  I worry he’ll pull out of me, but he doesn’t.  I hear the voyeur grunt his approval to the live porn happening in his view.  I think the man in my mouth is going to shoot quite fast, but he doesn’t.  He sighs, and lets me work on his dick at my own speed.
    Finally, he pulls out of my mouth and leans over.  “You have a beauty.  Can I do you?”
    This surprises me a little.  I had him pegged as hetro-flexible, just needing somewhere warm and wet to get off.
    “Be my guest.”  I spread my legs wider.
    “Maybe let me sit, so I don’t have to kneel.”
    Of course—his suit on this floor!  I stand up and let him sit down.  He opens wide and takes me to the root on the first go.  Fuck!—and he’s good.  He is making my cock drip like crazy.  He pulls off me and deliberately licks up the juices from my piss slit.  He moans and pulls my cock up so he can get to my balls.  I groan.  I love my balls licked—and here he was doing it without my prompting him.  He makes sounds in the back of his throat, obviously enjoying their taste.
    Finally, he pulls off me and leans back against the wall, panting.
    I go to my knees and suck him again.  I find it slightly easier to manage his curve this way.  Again, I get him to what feels like imminent orgasm.  His thick cock head, flaring even more.
    He stops me with a hand on my shoulder.  “Give me a minute.”
    He stands up, zips up and is gone before I can stand.
    I sit back down and stroke a little.  Not very happy at the turn of events.
    The voyeur gets up and comes over.  “What happened?  I wanted to see him come in your mouth.”
    I shrug.  The voyeur goes back to his chair.
    I stroke.
    Suit & Tie comes back in.  He sits next to me on the two--seater bench.  “I needed a minute.”
    I nod.
    “I really want you to fuck me.”
    “Really?”
    He nods.
    “Are you prepped for that?”
    “Always.  And I want you raw.”
    “Then let’s fuck…”
    He stands up and begins to strip, folding his clothes and placing them where he had just sat down.  Pants, shirt, silky boxers.  He slips back into his loafers, and leans against the back of the bench in front of us, presenting a smooth ass to me.  I slip to my knees and spread his butt cheeks apart.  Here, he is delightfully hairy.  My tongue finds his pucker.  He groans—surprised, I think, it’s not a finger.  He groans again, louder now, as I burrow into him.
    The voyeur stands up for a better view.
    I eat the man out—happily making his curved cock drip.  I catch some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his hole.  This makes him pant.
    “That feels so good,” he croons.
    I grunt, though it’s muffled by his butt cheeks.  My cock is throbbing, I am ready to fuck.  I stand up and work the head in.  He takes me with little resistance.  I inch into him.  When I am halfway in, Suit & Tie pushes back on me.  To the hilt.
    He pants.  “You are biggest I’ve ever had.”
    I hold a long moment and then begin the fuck.  He reaches back for his own cock.  I let him stroke himself a little, then I knock his hand away—I’m not going to let him get off before I’m done.
    “Fuck me harder,” he groans.  “Turn me inside out.”
    That’s all the encouragement I need.  I begin a really hard driving fuck.  My open palm slaps his ass—making it tighten ever more around my cock.
    He reaches back again.  I let him jack.
    “Cum in me,” he begs.  “I want your cum in me.”
    I am actually ready to breed this once well-dressed guy—the last man I would ever have taken for a bareback bottom.
    “Are you close?” he asks, breathing hard.
    “Yeah…”
    And I’m there.  I howl out my orgasm.  Suit & Tie grabs his dick and shoots right along with me, covering the floor and my boots.  I stay in him a long minute afterwards.  When I pull out, I kneel and felch a little of my cum, which is running out of him.  I also clean his wilting cock.
    Finally, I let him stand and clean up before he gets dressed.  I tell him about my playroom, hoping he might want a re-match.  But he does not offer a number.
    With his tie back in place, he thanks me, then leans close and whispers.  “I’m taking your load home to the Boyfriend.  He loves fucking me full like this.  Not knowing the who’s cum is in me…”
    I smile.  Our lips brush and he’s gone…
    The voyeur steps closer and with a groan, shoots all over the floor.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Under the Suit & Tie (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    May 5, 2023

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