FelchingPisser

Chicago—April, 2024 (Picking up where we left off…) I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years. I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar. I touch his shoulder and he turns to me. “Well, well…” he murmurs. “Excuse me,” he says to the man he is talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat. He is likely half my age. His skin tone is a deep, dark brown. The black curls on his head are much longer than they were than when we first met. He is short, lithe and a sex pig with a true bubble butt. We’d met at CLAW, many years ago, just as he was starting his sex pig journey. For a time, we had met a couple of times a year at various sexual functions. I hadn’t seen him since Covid—and now he is sucking my cock to the root and making the most delicious moans around it. Max come up for air. He stands. We kiss. He shares the precum he’s collected. “I need you to fuck me,” he says, coming out of the kiss. “Right now.” He grabs the shoulders of the man he was talking to and juts out that bubble butt. It’s my turn to go to my knees. I bury my face deep into his hole. My tongue finds his ass lips. They are puffy from recent use. This makes me eat him out with even more enthusiasm. “Put that big cock into him,” says the guy he’s holding on to. I stand up and slide in. Max let’s out a groan. The guy he’s balancing against holds him tighter. I begin to fuck. Hard. Knowing he can take it. Max groans out “That’s the dick I remember. Fuck me!” I slam into his bubble butt again and again. “May I?” asks the guy holding him. He is rock hard from holding Max and watching me fuck. I pull out. Max turns and holds on to me as the other guy slides into him. “Now that’s a hot hole,” he moans as he bottoms out inside Max. He begins a slow fuck as I hold Max in place. I watch the concentration on his face as he works his ass to give maximum pleasure to the guy inside him. Finally, we take it to the sling at the back. I fuck him. Then the other guy. I go up him again while the other guy finds a friend of his who loves ass. The third guy fucks him before we all separate. Keshawn finds me. He likes what he saw all of us doing. We have another round in the sling. His ass is wetter yet… * “I’ve watched you. You’re the one I want to fuck the cum out of me.” The speaker is standing by the emergency exit in the back wall. He is a true bear—hairy chest, hairy thighs and a remarkably long beard. “Sure. Where?” “Right here is fine.” He steps into a tight corner formed by the back wall and the bar. He bends over. His big ass is incredibly hairy—both cheeks and even more in the crack. I kneel and begin feasting on his butt. “That’s what I saw you do. Eat me out. Make me cum…” I can feel him jerking his dick. I really want to keep eating his ass, but I will myself to stand up and fuck. It takes a couple of minutes—I can’t tear myself away from the furry hole on my tongue. I finally stand and enter him. It doesn’t take many thrusts before he is moaning out his orgasm. I reach in front, trying to get some of his jizz on my hand. I want to smear it on his hairy crack and lick it up. But it’s all on the floor. I pull out. He’s too dazed from his orgasm to even think about cleaning my cock… * I see Max. He is still with the good-looking white guy from the bar. They are making out near the sling. The guy notices me and motions me over. We have a threeway kiss. Then it’s threeway cocksucking—with Max working the two of us. Then the other top joins him on my dick. After a bit, I take a turn when the top stands up, sharing his dick with Max. I pull off the guy’s cock. “I really want to do this after you fuck Max.” He gives me an evil grin. “Let’s do it.” The sling is in use. Max leans against the wall. I fuck him first. Then the good looking top. I go to my knees and suck his wet cock the moment he pulls out. It is an ass jizz overload—every flavor I love of Max’s ass is on his cock. I can’t get enough. The top understands. He pulls away, fucks Max’s ass a few more strokes and gives it to me again. “You taste the load my buddy gave him?” Honestly, I can’t. But just the thought of it adds heat to the moment. I finally stop cleaning his cock and fuck Max again. Hard. Slamming into that bubble butt. I stop. Winded. Max whirls around and cleans me as I sit on the ledge. “You know, says the top. “I can be vers. Let me feel that cock in me. Just go slow.” I am up for the challenge. He leans against the wall. Max watches me go to my knees and stick my tongue up the Top’s ass. This guy is so much tighter. But he opens with my probing tongue. I add more lube to my dick than usual. I stand up and work it into him. Inch by inch. I can hear him jerking as I do it—and then he stops and begins to pant. “How does it feel?” asks Max. “Like I have a railroad tie up my butt.” Max laughs. I smile and begin to pump. And just as I’m reaching speed, he wriggles around and we disengage. He swallows my cock cleaning me up for the next guy… * “The sling’s free.” Keshawn has found me. We head to the back wall. The party is beginning to wind down. Guys are getting off and getting dressed. Keshawn hops in the sling. I go to my knees the moments his feet are up on the chains. His hole is incredibly puffy. I take the ass lips into my mouth. He’s been busy. I get a dribble of someone’s cum on my tongue. I moan and swallow and dig deeper. “Fuck me!” I reluctantly stand up. My cock is tingling. I’m pretty sure I’m going to load him. I slide into his wet, cummy hole. I fuck. Hard. My hips slapping Keshawn’s hot ass. I slow to take a hit of his poppers. I want to breed. Now. And in seconds I am spewing a round of cum into him. He is watching my face—and knows I’m unloading in him. I hang on the sling frame for a moment. I go to my knees and clean up some seed dribbling out of him. And realize that while my balls emptied, I didn’t have that totally over the top, every nerve-jangling-orgasm. My cock is still hard. Keshawn is making a move to get out. I help him. And hug him. I go hunting for Max. He is blowing a white man who looks older than me. He is kneeling before the guy. Just a touch of my hand on his hips, makes him stand up. But he never stops sucking. I eat his well-used ass. My cock is still telling me it wants more. Needs more. He wants to put some seed in this butt, too. I stand up. It’s a short fuck. But brutal. Even with all his skills, Max has to stop sucking for a moment, I am plowing him so hard. And it’s there. The full thing, this time. The nerve endings light up. I empty the little jizz that’s left in my balls. I collapse on his back… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bear Naked Chicago (Conclusion) May 9, 2024

Chicago—April, 2024 Keshawn had been after me for a long time to join him at a Bear Naked Chicago event. I had played with the group at least once before—some years before I’d started the blog. I’d had fun, but it somehow wasn’t special enough to warrant the drive into Chicago. But work gigs had taken me out of going to the watersports party for two months running. I had the date of BNC available—so I went. It was an easy drive into the city, even with some slow traffic on the congested interstates through downtown. I found parking near the bar. (This gathering was held in the same bar as the watersports group.) I checked my coat a few minutes before the doors opened to the back bar. I saw Keshawn come in and talk animatedly to a group of men he knew. He spotted me at the other end of the front bar and came over to give me a hug. In moments, the doors to the back opened and we went in… I strip down and put my clothes in the gym bag I’ve brought. Other men are stowing theirs in garbage bags provided by the hosts. Many men are totally naked but for something on their feet. I check my bag, dressed in just boots and a jock. The coat check guy smiles and gives me my ticket. On the other table near him are boxes and boxes of pizza. I had forgotten this aspect of the event. And the Bears certainly do love their pizza. For the first 30 minutes, it is a much more social, then sexual group. I am sort of at loose ends. I don’t want to eat before sex. I am not much of a drinker. I watch porn projected on the wall and wait for the action to begin. “You look like you need a good cock sucking…” I turn. A man, a good ten years older than I, is standing just behind me. I smile and nod. He goes to his knees, slowly, before his eager mouth engulfs my semi-hard cock. He’s good warm up head. I look around. Across from me, near the bar, there is another pair of men doing the same thing. There is a knot of men close to the sling in the back corner, but no one is in it. To my left, two men are working on a third. The men are all types. Many, certainly, fit the bear mold. But there are also many who are younger and thinner who love meaty men. They all seem to love group play. I help the guy up off the floor—his knees are killing him. Now, hard and swinging, I move to the group at the back. A tall Asian, one of the youngest men here, is fucking a big beefy bear. The men surrounding them are enjoying the fuck—stroking themselves or the guy next to them. Keshawn arrives and pulls me over to the sling. He hops in. I kneel and my tongue gets re-acquainted with his hole. I lube up as I rim. In one movement, I stand and insert. Keshawn moans, as his eyes close and his hole opens. I hold—and fuck. Long and slow. Warming up that ass. The chains of the sling clank happily, attracting a few men to come watch us. When Keshawn needs a break, I help him out and a blond man, around my age, and asks if he can have some of the same. He gets in and I go to my knees. I need to pull apart his ample ass cheeks to get to his hole. I love the way they press on me when I let go. My tongue makes the guy groan. He tells me he loves the feel of it. Eventually, I stand. I work into him slowly. Inch by inch. He uses some poppers—and I slide home. “Fuck me hard.” I do just that. Until he begs me to stop… * There are large screens that hang from the ceiling, cutting off the rest of the bar to give some slight privacy to a sitting ledge that runs along one wall. Behind it, I find the tall Asian fucking the guy who gave me warm-up head. My former cock sucker is moaning and telling the young man how good he feels in his ass. I stand and stroke, thinking I might go up him next. When the Asian pulls out, the bottom goes to the bar for a drink. Instead, the Asian kneels and begins sucking my cock. I stand for a few moments as he works on me. He reaches up and grabs my hips, guiding me to a sitting position on the ledge. Now he really goes to town on me. Cock, slit, balls, and under them, all have their moment with his active tongue. “You taste so good,” he murmurs as he leaves the now very wet balls and moves back up my shaft. I offer to do the same to him—but he declines. A little later, as he comes up from a deep throat, panting, I tell him I would really like to eat his ass. I think for a moment he is going to let me, but instead he moves away to grab a friend a large, very hairy bear. The Asian bends the guy down to suck my cock, still wet with his own saliva. He proceeds to fuck him. Fast and hard. The guy is fucked down, deeper on my cock, with every stroke. “Trade,” he grunts as he pulls out. I stand and fuck the hairy hole as the bear cleans the Asian’s cock. Hungrily and with true passion. “Again.” We switch. The bear sucked me quite well before, but now he can’t get enough of his ass jizz on my cock. He is ravenous. The two of us keep trading off on him… * I fuck Keshawn. This time with him standing up and leaning against the bar. It’s brief—as we both move off to find others. We do it repeatedly throughout the playtime. I move behind the screens again. Four men are all bent over, supporting themselves on the ledge. Two tops are working their way down, fucking each of them. They wave me over. I stick my dick into the hole just left by the second guy. The men under us are all older bears. They are loving the sequential fuck; I love this first ass. I’m pretty sure he’s loaded as he is incredibly wet. The top leading the way, a young white man in his 30’s, signals us he’s going to shift. He moves down one. I see his nice seven incher disappear into the third ass. The Black man next to me, likely in his 40’s, pulls out, too. He moves over one ass. So, I do, too. This ass feels totally different. Drier. And tighter. To the point I add more lube. We fuck. The bottom who now has no dick, moves slightly so he can watch the other three get fucked. Then, realizing what’s in store, gets up and kneels at the end of the line. He wants to taste all those asses on each of our dicks. We shift again. The young white guy lets his dick be cleaned. He groans more at the man’s mouth than he did while he was fucking. The two of us left, keep fucking, smirking at each other. The Black top pulls out and shoves his slippery cock in the waiting mouth. I go up the last ass. When the top pulls out of the guy’s mouth, I pull out of the fourth ass. I present my dripping dick to the kneeling man. His eyes are glazed. He slobbers over my cock, still delighting in the mix of flavors and just the [banned word] nature of it. Finally, he pulls off me and goes to the bar. Two of the other men have moved on, too. The last of the four, the one I was up the least amount of time is still there, bent over. I kneel and surprise him with my tongue. Fuck. No wonder the cock cleaner was so dazed. I love the mix of juices myself. I tongue him…making him moan. I stand up and fuck him again. I fuck him hard. Hard enough that he asks me to slow down. I do—and pull out. He spins around and cleans me up. I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years. I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar. I touch his shoulder and he turns towards me. “Well, well…” he murmurs. “Excuse me,” he says to the man he was talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat… (More to come) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bear Naked Chicago: (Part One) May 7, 2024

Near Home—April, 2024 Teddy, a load taker I’d met recently at the bookstore, who could rival Braydon in skills and stamina, sent me a text on a Thursday morning in mid-April. Could he come to the playroom? I had given him my number after our first fuck. I had stressed that I was a planner—I could rarely just drop everything going on in my life for instant sex. I told him I couldn’t that day, as I had an important meeting that afternoon. He understood. Within thirty minutes, my meeting got cancelled by the organizer, not by me. I let Teddy know. As it turned out, he’d already gone to the bookstore when he couldn’t come to my house. I got dressed to join him there… The parking lot is all but empty. Well, I know I have a hot ass waiting for me. I’ll be fine. Once in the straight theatre, I sit along the side as there is a man around my age in the cocksucker’s seat. I pull out my cock and get it to stand up. The door opens. It is Teddy. He is thick set and perhaps slightly older than I originally thought, likely approaching his mid-forties. He makes a bee line to my spread legs. He grins at me and kneels, taking my cock deep into his throat, all in one move. I sigh, my head leaning back. The man in the back row stands up and comes to watch. He gropes himself through his pants. Teddy has moved from my cock to my balls. He is leaving incredible amounts of spittle on them as he licks, massaging them with his tongue. At one point, I stop stroking so the guy watching can really see the size of me dick. Do I want him to reach for it? I can’t be sure. He doesn’t. He just unzips his pants and his hand disappears inside. The door opens. A man, who I see more often up in Grand Rapids at the house party there, comes in. He is late 30’s, Latin, with a shaved head. His cock is the uncut version of mine, with the same length and girth. He nods to me and comes right over. This makes the other spectator move away to a distance where no one can touch him as he pulls out his dick. Latin Top unzips, too. I lick the head of his cock, getting him fully hard for Teddy’s mouth. I touch the back of Teddy’s head. He knows what I want. He comes off my dick and begins to suck my friend. Latin Top lets him work at his own speed for a git, then he begins to fuck his face. In moments, Teddy gags. He pulls off, catches his breath and swallows him down again. “Now suck his dick,” Latin Top murmurs. Teddy goes back to mine, giving me the same treatment. I hold his ears and pump up into his mouth. He gags with me, too. Loving it. Back and forth we guide his head. First one and then the other. The man watching us is now hard and stroking to our manhandling of Teddy. “You should try his ass,” I tell Latin Top. Teddy obediently stands up and steps out of his pants and underwear. He bends, his hands on his knees—ass proffered to the two of us. I kneel and begin rimming him as Latin Top strokes himself. I stand up and sink inside his wet ass. I pump him for a few moments, pull out and offer Latin Top a turn. He shakes his head, puts his cock away and goes out of the room. I am surprised, but just go back to my knees and eat the hole I just fucked. Teddy is a great self-luber and I love having my mouth around his hole. I stand back up. My cock sinks into him. I watch the older man stroking to us. “He has another hole.” To my surprise, the guy moves forward and offers his cock to Teddy to suck. Teddy moves a step forward to take it—and I go with him. I watch the guy’s face as Teddy sucks and I fuck. The man can’t believe his good luck. He begins to pant. I see his eyes close. He is fighting back his ejaculation. And in moments, he gives in to it. He gives Teddy what must be quite a mouthful of cum. Instantly he pulls out and finds an old bandanna to wrap around his spent dick. “Any jizz for your ass?” My hand reaches around so Teddy can drool it onto my palm. He does, but it’s very little. He has swallowed more than usual this time. I smear what there is on my wet cock shaft and fuck it into him. This sends the cum donor out of the room. I fuck Teddy harder as the door opens again. Latin Top is back. I nod to him. He comes around to feed Teddy. I fuck hard enough to help Teddy take more cock down his throat. “Let me try that ass.” I pull out and let Latin Top take my place. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole…” He begins easy, with nice slow strokes. I walk around and bring my wet cock to Teddy’s mouth. He hungrily cleans me up as Latin Top picks up speed. Now, he groans at the milking Teddy’s ass is giving him. “Fuck, I don’t want to cum…” But it’s too late. There is no way Latin Top is pulling out now. He begins to spew his seed deep into Teddy’s ass. He groans, deep and guttural, as his cock can’t stop shooting. He holds in place, letting Teddy milk the last drop out of him. I come around and go to my knees. “I know you want this,” Latin Top murmurs. “Have fun.” He pulls out and pushes my face into Teddy’s cummy ass. I begin licking up the overflow—then felching deeper into Teddy’s butt. I hear the door close behind Latin Top. I am not about to stand up and fuck him until I can’t taste any more cum. I spread his ass cheeks and do a last lick. I stand up and push in. Fuck, there is a ton of cum still in him, too deep for my tongue to reach. I fuck in it, churning Latin Top’s load. It froths around my shaft, and begins to ring his hairy ass hole with each of my backstrokes. I pull out and lick up more of the cum and ass jizz mixture. My cock can’t stand it. I quickly stand and enter him. Just in time. I shoot my load every bit as deep as Latin Top. Teddy has to work to keep his balance with the force of my thrusting. He begins to milk my shaft, to get every drop out of my balls… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Teddy Takes My Fuck Bud May 3, 2024

My Playroom—April, 2024 A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp. We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April. I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him. It did. I gave him the address again. He had been to my old residence, just before I moved. In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there. He was excited to see the new set-up. He arrived right after 2pm… Braydon likes what he sees. The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is. He agrees…and strips off his clothes. I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play. I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me. He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment. “I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur. “See if you can taste them…” Braydon digs in. He begins to lick the pouch. He keeps moaning in the back of his throat. My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely. He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth. He deep throats me. He licks my balls. He licks under my balls as I pull them up. For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum. “Get in the sling. I need to eat your hole.” He jumps in. I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass. I find his hole. He is already slightly gaping from the excitement. My tongue goes into him—deep and wet. In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil. I stand up and slide in. I fuck him. Long and slow. Using my full length on every stroke. Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow. I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo. I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy. I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo. He takes it, with ease. I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in. I stand and add my cock. Telling him just how it feels. The toy underneath my cock. The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick. How my cock head hits the big head of the toy. I fuck with it in place. I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd. I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. I pull out, bringing the toy with me. I lube up the fat black butt plug. He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it. I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body. “Do that again…” he pleads. So, I do. I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here. I am not sure he can take the wide base. But he does. Loving the stretch. I pull it out and eat his hole. My tongue can now go deeper than before. I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head. It feels cold to the touch. I lube it, but don’t warm it. “This’ll cool down your ass…” He moans. And takes it. I slowly work it in and out of him a few times. I stand up and insert my cock. The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference. My dick head bangs into the big metal orb. I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass. Finally, we take a break. “Where do you want to eat my ass? Sling or Rimseat?” We go for the sling first. I get in and he kneels. Almost reverently. He starts at my balls and works down. Licking under them. Down the hairy perineum. Around my hole. Avoiding it. And then his tongue connects with my pucker. He groans. I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me… * I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains. We move to the fuck bench. I fuck him hard and fast. Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out. Braydon is in pig heaven. At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole. We both are breathing hard. I set up the rimseat. He elects to get under it first. I sit. It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me. To feel almost helpless. He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole. I take a hit of poppers. The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming. I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me. We switch. I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long. My balls are screaming for release. And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can. In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling. This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole. The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly. I stand up and fuck. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my engorged cock pound into him. Over and over. I do one more brief licking of his wet hole. In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode… “Take it…” I grunt. I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Comes to Play May 1, 2024

In the early 1980's, just after I came out, my gay brother shared some of his VHS porn with me. He had several of the Falcon special order tapes that included a fisting scene. I was intrigued. And appalled. In equal measures. A few years later, I was at Man's Country in Chicago. The door to the sling room was open and I went in. I fucked the guy in the sling. He wanted more. "Give me your fist," he said. I greased up my hand and began working my fingers into him. He reached down, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his ass. I loved the feel of it. I knew it was something I wanted to do, but I also knew I needed to know how to do it correctly. That summer I went to a gay resort where a fisting club was holding a weekend. I told the club president what little I had done so far, but that I wanted to learn. He jumped in the sling and guided me through my first true fisting session. He pronounced me 'a natural.' I did seem to understand intuitively how to open a man up with my long, thin fingers and semi-collapsible hands. It has been a huge part of my play ever since.

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex. I took the fuck bench and the rimseat. The Host was expecting a large group. He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold. Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up. Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room… It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me. A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans. His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place. He’s good. In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs. He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole. I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing. As is he… I go up the stairs. To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat. (The bench is downstairs in the living room.) I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it. He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head. I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state. I go over to him and he goes to his knees. As he sucks me, I look around. There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy. Another man looks familiar. He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. The Black Top arrives from downstairs. The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy. The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump. I get my man off his knees and onto the bed. “All fours,” I bark out. He does. I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy. I stand up. The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump. I slide into my man. He’s tight. And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy. He manages to do just that. He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks. I begin to fuck. The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed. The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him. I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face. He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host. I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked. But he wants Tatted Boy. And gets him. He slides into his hole and begins to rut. The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us. He is in the Cum Dump. Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass. I stand to the side and stroke. I want Tatted Boy. I finally get Cum Dump. I fuck him on all fours on the bed. Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight. I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek. I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy. I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done… * It’s an odd night. I am fucking…but only between three asses: Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked. The party has divided. Which I don’t like. I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other. But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch. I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs. During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops. No vers men at all. I have never had to wait for a hole here. But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn. The men keep going downstairs for food. I am left with Cum Dump. And that’s a good thing. “I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs. I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole. My bladder is full enough to piss. “It will be strong,” I warn him. “So much the better.” I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth. It takes time, but the piss begins to flow. He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can. He is terrific at taking it all. Not a drop is spilled. When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth. I groan—but don’t swallow. I point to the sling. He hops in. I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole. He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing. Then I fuck it deep into his guts… * I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy. He agrees. The three of us go upstairs. “How do you want him?” Daddy asks. “On all fours would be great. I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.” This excites Daddy. Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself. TB’s hole is wet and wonderful. I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. “Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole. I get under. Tatted Boy sits. Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass… * I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again. “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me. We start in the sling. Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole. He slobbers all over my ass. We move to the rimseat. I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place. I sit. He hands me poppers and tells me to use them. My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been. And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me. We go back to the sling. I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass. “Breed me…” I fuck him. Hard. “Give me your load!” I pick up the pace. “Do anything you want to me, to get you off…” My hand comes down hard on his ass. The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever-moving cock. “Fill me up…” My other hand finds his throat. I squeeze. Beginning to cut off his air. He nods and wheezes. And I’m there. I shoot spurt and spurt into him. I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms April 29, 2024

I really enjoy eating my bottom's ass while he is in the sling. If the guy can piss while I'm doing it, I love how it sluices down their ass crack and onto my tongue. Some I swallow--some I poke into the hole for a hot, wet fuck.

I wish piss happened during more hook ups. I always encourage my men to feel free to piss themselves as I fuck them in the sling.

Near Home—April, 2024 Teddy’s hot ass finally took me into a totally satiated place. I did nothing sexual on that weekend. On the next Wednesday I was supposed to entertain a regular in the playroom. Instead of in my sling, he spent the afternoon at the hospital seeing to his wife. How fast plans change… I did nothing that day, but I did go to the bookstore on Thursday afternoon. A minor miracle occurred. Read on… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. But I am not sucking cock. Mine is being serviced by a man on his knees in front of me. We know each other from here. I agreed the moment he asked. He is a shorter white guy, rather doughy, but has incredible deep throat skills. I remembered him as good, but the job he’s doing on my cock is amazing. He gags. Intentionally. His mouth fills with deep throat spittle. His tongue covers my cock with it. Some is dripping to the floor. Some, into my pants and his sweatshirt sleeves as he’s holding onto my open fly. He does this repeatedly. My cock—and the floor—and incredibly wet. Now his right hand disappears. He is jerking himself as he keeps impaling his throat on my rock-hard cock. I idly wonder if he can get me off. I am certainly closer to orgasm with these seven minutes of great oral sex than I usually am. But the moment I think it, I jinx it. My orgasm recedes—and with a strangled moan he shoots his load all over the floor. He slowly comes off my dick. He lets his mouth drain to the side me, of all the excess spit and precum. He stands up. I lean forward and lick the tiniest pearl of cum emerging from his piss slit. He thanks me and takes off. The floor beneath my legs looks like the bar in the middle of the piss party. It’s wet everywhere. I think about changing seats. No one is going to want to kneel in this. But I’m too late. A slightly younger white guy asks to suck me. I nod and get out “The floor is kind of…” just as he kneels in the man’s puddle of spittle and cum. After the terrific suck session, this guy is average at best. I watch the video and let him suck. The door opens. The Voyeur comes in. I haven’t seen his handsome face for a couple of weeks. He pulls out his long, thin dick and strokes to the head I am receiving. He slaps my cheek a couple of times with his damp cock head. I am willing to do more (as I am one of the men he lets suck him) but he is content to watch. My sucker tires fast, unused to having so much in his mouth. And maybe distracted by the Voyeur. He glances up at him, and rather listlessly continues on. The Voyeur takes off, with a smile. The guy of the floor calls a halt as the door shuts. He gets up quickly. I notice the wet patches on his knees, darkening the light blue denim. He takes off, perhaps in pursuit of the Voyeur. I stroke. The Voyeur comes back in. We are now alone in the room. He sits to the side, taking out his cock. He nods to me. He wants some head after all. I go over and kneel in front of him. I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. His thin dick goes so easily down my throat. Until, that is, I get to that last half inch. He grabs my head and pushes me down. I choke—just what he wants to hear. He let’s me up for air, before he does it again. I rock back on my heels to catch my breath. He stands up and pulls his pants and his shorts down. They drop to his ankles. He wants my mouth on his balls. He loves them licked and nuzzled. We’ve talked in the past that we are both guys with sizable cocks—and are thrilled when our cocksuckers include them in their ministrations. I lean in and begin to lick. He has half a day’s worth of sweat on them. My cock drools at the heady aroma. The black orbs pull up tighter, as my tongue bathes them. He grabs the back of my head and holds me in place. He jerks with his other hand. “Take it,” he murmurs. He releases me and I swallow his cock. He erupts in my mouth—so deep in my throat I can’t taste him at all… * I am alone. Stroking. I am just back from checking the other theatre where there was a man my age who has no interest in anyone over 40. So, I stroke. And think about heading home to dinner. The door opens. It is a young Black man, likely pushing 30. He is tall and thin. He wears a baseball cap with a logo I don’t recognize. He stands next to me. His eyes riveted on my cock. He pulls his own out. A nice seven incher. “Daddy, you need that sucked…” “I do.” He moves around. I wonder if the floor is still wet—but he’s kneeling before I can say anything. He flips the hat around so the brim is out of the way. He holds my cock at the base. For a long moment he just looks at it. And then he swallows me down. “Fuuuuucccck…” I moan. His mouth is perfect. I love men who have skills—and this guy is every bit as good as the guy (twice his age!) who started off my afternoon. He makes little mewling sounds each time he bottoms out with my entire length lodged in his throat. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations he is arousing in my cock. His hand has gone from holding my dick to idly caressing my balls. He suddenly comes off my dick and begins licking them. I moan and tell him how much I love that. He pauses for a quick huff of poppers. He silently offers it me, by holding it aloft, as his tongue gets back to work on my fragrant balls. And it works. The moment the fumes hit me I begin to groan in earnest. His tongue is under my sweaty nut sack, driving me wild. “I’m gonna shoot…” He instantly gobbles me down—and just in time. He gets every drop of my cum. I fire volley after volley deep into his throat as he moans out his approval… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Daddy, You Need that Sucked…” April 25, 2024

Near Home—April, 2024 The next day after my trip to Lansing with Muscle Ass, I was still wanting more sex. Was there something in the water? I haven’t had sex three days in a row for sometime now. But I didn’t question it—I just went to the bookstore… I am in the cocksucker’s seat. Men are milling. A tall, thin man around my age comes in. I’d seen him out in the parking lot. He still sports his hair at its 1977 length. He stands beside me and pulls out a tiny, flaccid dick. He flogs it, desperate to get hard. “May I suck you?” he mumbles. I nod. Almost immediately I regret it. His style is to hold the head of my cock in his ovaled mouth and jerk my dick. His hand is jerking me hard and is way too tight around the shaft. I ask him politely to loosen his grip. He grunts and eases up for about 30 seconds, then it’s right back to strangling my dick with his left hand. I ask him to stop. He goes towards the front of the room and finds another man to manhandle. A much larger man, also my age, comes in. He goes right to the floor. He takes the tip of my cock into his mouth and licks. It feels good after the mauling from the first man. I wait for him to continue. And wait. My cockhead is held in place with his lips and his tongue never stops licking, but that’s the extent of his cock sucking. I finally excuse myself and go next door to the gay theatre. I watch and stroke along with two other men who are only interested in each other. Finally, I go back to my first seat. As I come in, I see that the tall, thin guy with the long hair is now hard and getting blown by the man he was manhandling when I left. I smile when I see that his hardon is from his own hand working itself up his now naked ass. I stroke. I resign myself to a wasted trip. But all it takes is the door opening one more time. It’s Teddy. The man from a few days ago who started our first meeting by crawling to me from the man he’d just got off and sucking my cock. I ended up fucking him, using spectator’s cum for lube. (If you haven’t read that entry, here’s the link.) Teddy comes right up to me. He goes to his knees and swallows me down. He is everything I missed in the other two men on my dick today—smooth, wet and inventive with his tongue. He pulls off me only to lick my balls, remembering how much I liked it before. He licks them individually. Then lifts them gently to lick under them. A careful sucking of them, individually, into his mouth. And then back to lifting them and licking around my cockring once more. The scent of my ball sweat is intoxicating to him. He stops occasionally to just inhale. “Can I pull your pants down?” he murmurs. He doesn’t really wait for my answer. He just tugs, while I raise my hips and they are down around my ankles in moments. He leaves the semi-dirty jock in place. He pulls it aside and licks from my cock ring all the way down my hairy perineum. His tongue brushes the very top of my pucker, but doesn’t go there. He licks back up to my balls, skipping them and slowly up my shaft. He cleans all my precum off the head. Then he does it all again, but in reverse. Ending millimeters from my ass hole. I toy with pushing his head down…but at that moment, he rocks back on his heels and says: “Fuck me.” “Yes.” He stands up and steps out of his shoes and pants, tossing them on another chair. I bend him over the back of the seats in front of us. I squat down and eat his ass for a moment. He squirms—and his breathing becomes ragged. I dig into his slightly open hole, though I find no evidence anyone else has been here today. “Fuck me…” he pleads. I stand up and insert. I glide home easily, bottoming out. The long-haired guy from before watches, his hand still up his ass. I fuck. Hard. Fast. With little mercy. Just the way he showed me he liked it. The door opens. A man in his 40’s who looks like he should be doing my taxes, steps in. He instantly unzips as he sees the fuck in progress. The guy is sporting a nice cock. Hard and red. “You want his mouth?” I grunt out. “Sure.” He moves around and sticks his cock in Teddy’s mouth. This is heaven for this pig. Teddy slobbers on the new cock, but never forgets to work his ass around my cock. “Can I shoot in his mouth?” “Or you can fuck him…” “Naw, but I’d cum on his ass, if you want.” I grin and nod. I think he knows what I want to do with his load. I slap Teddy’s ass. It spasms and he squeezes down on me. “Good, boy...” I grunt. “Come on, cocksucker,” the accountant commands. “You have a great mouth—use it to get my load.” Teddy is in pig heaven. He works both his holes, slurping on the cock in his mouth noisily. “Shit, I’m gonna cum. Right here…” And he does. His knees buckle and he grabs Teddy’s shoulders. You can see his hips shudder as he spews out his cum. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out. The guy pulls out of his mouth. He smears the last drop of cum on Teddy’s cheek with his drooling dickhead before he pulls himself together. I pull out of Teddy’s ass and lean over, my hand under his mouth. He spits the guy’s jizz into it. “I’m coating my cock with your load, man…” The guy stops zipping up to watch my slimy cock enter Teddy’s ass. “Ah, fuck…” he moans. The two of us fucking love the glide of all that jizz. I fuck happily, telling the guy how deep I’m plowing his load. I finally pull out and look at his hole. It is ringed with cum. I kneel and lick it all up. I swallow some, but most I spit back into him. I felch a little more before I feel my balls telling me they need to unload. I stand back up and fuck until my dick shoots some of my load into him. No fireworks, just spitting cum into him. I eat him again, jerking my cock harder. This time, when I fuck, I have the full orgasm. My load erupts, sending every nerve ending into overdrive. I collapse on his back and just hang on… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: One in His Mouth and Me in His Ass April 23, 2024

I was at The Works a lot this fall when I was working near Indy. All the changes are for the better. They are being very good about creating public play areas.

Lansing—April, 2024 The very next night, Muscle Ass and I met again. We really wanted to play together in front of others—incorporating men into our play if they wanted to join us. We talked about where that might happen. I thought the nearest bathhouse would be incredibly dead on a Thursday night. There would likely be only cocksuckers at the bookstore nearest us. I suggested we go up to the bookstore that might as well be a bathhouse with the various playspaces they have. And we might have horny college guys on a Thursday. So, off we went… The parking lot has a few cars. We are hopeful. We leave our coats in the car, go in and pay the admission. This place is huge. Muscle Ass follows me to the locker area. We strip down. I am wearing my boots, ripped jeans, and the shirt I usually wear to the bookstore—which has convenient button-down pockets filled with lube and poppers. He has boots, a tight, thin shirt showing off his muscled chest and some shorts he can quickly step out of to get down to his jock. I have brought a lock. The key goes into the left button-down pocket. I give him the tour. The gay area is chilly on this very cool April night. That rules out the sling there. (Though he likes the looks of the stocks next to it.) I lead him back the way we came in and point out the sling in the corner, hidden by a half wall, as our likely fuck place. There are two men in the room outside the sling area, stroking to three screens of porn. We go down the ramp into the final area where there are glory holes, a slurp ramp and a farther room where there is a padded platform. Men are sparse. We decide to go to the sling behind the half wall. He strips down. I unbutton my fly and get my cock out. I want to be warmer more than I want to be naked. Muscle Ass has stripped down to his jock and socks. He kneels on the floor and takes me into his mouth. I get hard fast—a combo of his excellent oral skills and the idea someone will soon be watching. And almost instantly there is a man here, leaning over the wall. Nothing much to look at, but I invite him in. He watches Muscle ass blow me. He’s excited. He takes out his cock and strokes. He reaches out and gently squeezes my balls under MA’s chin. “Turn around,” I tell Muscle Ass. He leans against the half wall, jutting out that muscled ass towards me. I go to my knees and begin rimming him. The extra man goes to the floor. First he plays with MA’s pouch, but then sucks me, at a very odd angle, as I rim. The hole fully opens to my tongue. He loves showing off, I think, as much as I do. “Get in the sling.” He does and gets right out so we can adjust it to my height. “You gonna fuck him?” asks our spectator. I nod, and go to my knees, to rim just a little bit more (and grease up my cock.) I suddenly stand up, surprising our spectator, and slap my cock on MA’s jock pouch. He groans—and I push through his still puffy ass lips and begin to fuck. “Damn…” says the spectator. He goes to his knees to watch, in close-up, my cock plunge in and out. I pull out and offer him my cock. This makes him take off. MA is more than willing to crane around and lick his ass juices off me. I let him get me good and wet before I re-enter him and fuck… * We walk around a little. A few more men have arrived. We see two college guys who look like they go to the gym together—both sporting hugely muscled arms from their sleeveless shirts. They go into a dark corner to suck cock. We go to the padded table that is right next to them (though there is a wall separating us.) I tell him to get on all fours so I can eat out his well-fucked ass. He does. And I slobber noisily into his loosened pucker. I rear up and fuck him. Making noise, hoping the guys will be curious enough to at least take a look at us. No such luck. I concentrate on fucking, though I hear one of the hot arm guys get off. Other men do wander by and watch us. But no one wants a turn up his ass or even in his mouth. I eventually pull out, kneel and revel in the ass juices seeping onto my tongue… * We sit in the big room, near the sling with the half wall. We agree to split and see if we can ‘get into trouble’ on our own. He disappears back towards the glory holes. I stay where I am. There is good bi-sexual porn right in front of me. I take out my cock and stroke. A larger man, a decade of two younger than I, stops in his tracks as he’s about to pass me. He comes over. He is pleasant. I like his smile and his shaved head is hot. We chat. He asks politely if he can suck my cock. I nod and he goes down on me, just as Muscle Ass walks by. He smirks and keeps going… * “Did you want to eat my ass?” I ask Muscle Ass when we next find each other. He does. We go back to the sling behind the low wall. I strip out of my jeans, slipping the boots back on. I am surprised—I am not instantly hard—even with his terrific tongue working my hole like crazy. I realize I am not used to showing this side of myself in public—and the moment I think it, my cock says ‘what the fuck’ and hardens up. I see various men pass on the other side of the wall. The shaved headed guy who sucked me watches for a time. I keep hoping my dick will draw them in. Nope. Just voyeurs. When his knees get tired, we switch places. We both think we should cut our losses and go. But we both want me to load that muscle ass first. I get to work with my tongue. My already hard, dripping cock, stiffens completely. Muscle Ass is moaning. I think he is kneading his cock through his jock. I spit one more time into his hole. I stand and enter. Fuck, he’s squeezing me in welcome. I fuck him hard, pull out and rim him again. I hear him popper up. I do the same. My head is swimming as my tongue works on automatic. My cock tells me I need to get inside him. Now. I stand up. I sink into his wet, very used hole. In seconds I am unloading my cum. Lots of it, he tells me as we get dressed…as it’s still dripping out of him… * While we didn’t get what we wanted, we both enjoyed our time there. I wished that his trips to Michigan could include a weekend, but that is not likely to happen. He really wants to see me fuck someone else—so I am sure we will do something like this again. We both agreed we need to find a way to get the two of us to Chicago for some real fireworks. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass Gets in a Public Sling April 20, 2024

My Playroom—April, 2024 Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days. Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. We met on a Wednesday. We chatted a bit. He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers. Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers. Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom… Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor. As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling. Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken. The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me. He feels very wet and hot. His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum. I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face. I let him come up for air. He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.” I look at him. “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” He looks intrigued. “Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.” “That one. Get in the sling.” I hop in. I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups. Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole. No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum. No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker. He groans. I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed. His tongue is so deep, so fast. I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels. MA spits on my hole. His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me. He does it again and again. I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss. It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue. He groans again, and licks me clean. He stands up, determined to hose me down. But he’s hard. Too hard. He curses at himself. I tell him to shut up and eat my ass… * Muscle Ass is now in the sling. I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass. I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night. I stand up and slide in. He grunts. I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck. His ass is wet and hot. I begin to plow him. “Fuck, yes!” he moans. I fuck harder yet. Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock. He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up. I fuck him again. And again. Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself. We switch to the bench. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side. He watches me rim. He sees me stand up. Insert. And plow. He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle. I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit. I pull out and bring my wet cock to him. He cleans me. “And my balls,” I remind him. They are awash with ass jizz. He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth. I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested. I fuck once more. More cleaning. “I need to stretch.” Muscle Ass gets up and does just that. I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass. “Still got to piss?” “Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.” I do. I take a hit of my poppers. And in moments I am being pissed on. No, not just pissed on, but hosed down. With a fucking fireman’s hose. It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss. My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock… And now he is on his knees, licking it all up. He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too. When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth. It starts as I nice fluid swap. But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues. He reluctantly breaks it. The lured of licking my ass is too strong. He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue. We kiss once more. And I tell him I need to fuck him. It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls. We change places. I kneel on the very wet throw. I open his hole once again with my tongue. Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before. I savor them. They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool. I fuck him. Long, hard strokes. Making the chains sway. Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me. Again and again. One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up. I stand, his taste still on my tongue. I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode. Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him. My tongue soon finds it all… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss April 18, 2024

There is nothing like breeding in some other top's cum!

Good guy--good fuck. He does inspire guys to load him!

Near Home—March, 2024 I got a text from Braydon, the cubby younger man who loves taking loads and has developed a new passion for rimming me. He wanted to meet. I had a fairly open schedule. He wanted some time for licking my ass, so he wondered if we should play at my place. I thought that a good idea. But we also both enjoy involving others in our fucking, so then he wondered if we should go to the bookstore. I thought that was fine, too. In the end we did both. We went to the bookstore that day—and made a date for the playroom in April. Our bookstore adventure was on the last Friday of the month. We met there just as a lunch crowd was beginning to thin… I go into the straight theatre. I sit in the back row, in the cocksucker’s seat, though I guess I won’t be doing much of that today. There are a few men sitting in front of me. I pull out my dick. Just as it is getting fully hard, Braydon comes in the door. He goes right to the floor and starts giving me head. It feels great. I sit back and let him work on me. The door keeps opening. Two different men, both who have sucked me in the past, step into the room and leave when they see my dick is already in use. The door opens a third time. It is a man I don’t know. He is close to my age, much shorter, and rather handsome in an offbeat way. He wears an ear piece and microphone. He is happy to watch, leaning against the wall next to me. His trousers tent. Soon his dick comes out. Short but fat. He strokes. “Show him what you can do,” I tell Braydon. He obediently crawls from between my legs to in front of the stroker. The man allows Braydon to take his cock into his mouth. He sighs as Braydon begins working his tongue all around that big cock head. I go to the floor. Braydon is on all fours. His pants come down easily, revealing a jock and his hairy ass. It is too low for me to rim his ass—so I just stick my cock into him. The guy getting sucked loves the added visual, and, I imagine, my thrusting pushing Braydon deeper onto his dick. The sounds of our rutting fills the small room. A guy from the front row comes back to watch and stroke. He is thick set and younger than Braydon. I watch him stroke his dick, a cock that is just a little shorter than mine. Braydon senses it, too. Soon, he is going back and forth between the two men with his mouth as I fuck his ass. I fuck him until my knees are screaming for me to get up. I pull out. Braydon stands, still bent over, the younger guy back in his mouth. I fuck him again. “That looks so hot,” murmurs the younger man. “You should try his hole.” I don’t need to say anything else. He’s ready. I pull out and Braydon moves around to lean on the seatbacks of the chairs in front of us. His ass ready. The young man approaches. His cock slaps Braydon’s butt cheek, then disappears into his hole. “Fuck…” groans the guy. He begins to fuck. It’s over almost instantly. He groans and stops thrusting. You can see each spurt of cum going into Braydon register on the young man’s face. He slowly pulls out. I am on my knees. I lick the last drop off his cock head and thrust my face into Braydon’s ass crack. As I felch the copious amount of cum, I hear the guy with the earpiece get off behind us. I stand up. “I’m gonna fuck your load deeper,” I tell the young man, who is still standing there, as if in a trance. I plow into the now slick hole. It feels terrific. I also notice that another man, who was sitting way down in front of us, has moved to a side seat so he can watch us. I offer him Braydon’s mouth, but he just wants to watch. I get a good look at him. He is mid 40’s and a gym rat. His arms are huge and veiny, his chest sculpted. The t-shirt is so tight you see all the definition. His cock is average, but very hard with the show in progress. I fuck in the cum and he strokes. The door opens. The shaved head guy who usually sucks me comes in and gives the muscle guy head. I guess he doesn’t just want to watch after all. He eventually stops the guy, who gets up, rather put out. I go over. I lean down and stroke his wet cock. It erupts in my hand. He watches me smear his load onto my cock. “You know where this is going…” I tell him as I walk back to Braydon. I fuck a second big load of cum into Braydon’s greedy mancunt, as the guy who gave it, moans, kneading his wilted cock… * After a long felch, we take a break. We go next door into the gay cinema. It is empty. Braydon sucks me and rims my hole. I am in an awkward position, sitting on a chair with my ass tilted to give him access, with one leg up on a chair. He licks my balls, my hole, my entire ass crack. The door keeps opening. Men wander in, see what’s happening, and leave. All cocksuckers—but none comfortable enough to come suck me as Braydon rims me. I finally call a halt. I fuck Braydon, with him kneeling on a chair seat. His ass is still creamy from the two loads earlier. A man who I’ve fucked (and has joined Baydon and I in the past) comes in. He is thickly built with a shaved head. He sits and strokes to our fucking. We break. Braydon goes to suck the other guy. I sit and watch but just for a moment. A young man comes in. He knows me. He comes over and says hello, with a slight foreign accent I can’t place. He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t know what we did together. He is likely mid 30’s, tallish and gangly. He sucks my cock. I suck his uncut one. All while Braydon sucks the thick set guy. I stand. I put our cocks together in my two hands and stroke them—so the undersides rub together, still coated with our spit. Braydon gets up off the floor and onto the chair seat, his ass looking inviting. “Do you fuck?” I ask the guy in my hand. “Do you want me to fuck him?” he asks. I lean in and whisper “Fuck him and breed his ass for me. I want to eat your load out of him—and fuck in it.” He grins and pushes me gently out of the way. He moves behind Braydon and slides into him. The thickset guy gives Braydon his cock to suck. I stand, stroking and waiting. The foreign sounding guy is a good top. He fucks him with authority. And longer than I expect. Braydon is groaning around the dick in his mouth. I walk around the three of them—so I can enjoy seeing Braydon used at both ends. And the guy in his ass erupts. He shoots and shoots, holding onto Braydon’s hip. He stays in him for a long time. I kneel by the side. He knows what I want—and he is just letting his cock calm down a little before he pulls out. Finally, when he does, he sticks it in my mouth. I clean him of his cum, mixed with the other two loads. and Braydon’s delicious ass juices. “Lick out his ass…” moans the guy, as he squirms in my mouth. I leave his cock and bury my face in Braydon’s crack. I slurp the mixed loads. I push some back into him with my tongue. I could felch him forever. I make myself stand up and fuck. I slide in. His hole feels incredible with the three loads. I fuck him hard and fast. I groan and in moments Braydon has four loads deep in his hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Using Braydon, the Cumslut April 16, 2024

My Playroom—March, 2024 Out of the blue, Jamie sent me a text. He was unexpectedly free; did I have time to play? I did. You’ve read about him here only occasionally as he lives some distance away and works a hard schedule. He is also a reader of the blog. He is the man who called me ‘the Hemingway of Porn,’ a title to which I strive to be worthy. He spent some time in the shower to freshen up after his long drive. While he was doing that, I put on some fisting porn in the playroom and checked the coconut oil, which was melting in a bath of hot water in the kitchen sink. Soon enough we were downstairs… I stand in front of the fuck bench. I suggest he kneel in front of me and get my cock fully hard. He pauses half a second, then goes to his knees before me. He inhales the fragrance of sex and sweat from the jock. He digs out my dick. His mouth opens and he takes me in. His head is enthusiastic, if not highly skilled. Soon enough, I suggest we go to the sling. I eat his damp hole. It flowers open easily. Faster than I expect, I am able to stand up and fuck. I do my usual slow and long stroke to get his ass prepped. I pull out. “Let me taste myself.” I move up to his head. He licks my cock, grunting his approval of how his ass juices taste on my dick. I go back to his ass. I fuck him again, telling him his saliva is lubing him up. Once again, I go to my knees, but I don’t rim him, I grab the black butt plug and grease it up with the coconut oil. It glides easily into his hole, his ass lips snapping down around the narrow base. I beat the heel of my hand on the toy. Jamie loves the vibrations the toy gives off. I go back to my cock. Another cleaning. This time when I return, I add the egg headed dildo. And my cock. First above the toy. And then below. Jamie groans, feeling full. I come out. The toy is worked out. Jamie asks to lick it. He happily tastes himself as I grease up my left hand. I start with two fingers and quickly progress to three. Now four. The thumb curls into place on my palm and in I go. Jamie groans and tells me to touch his second hole. My middle finger toys with it, just getting through it. I go back to my dick. But this time it is incased in the ass grommet. I am twice my girth with it on. Jamie takes it, groaning out his pleasure. “So…full…” he murmurs. I fuck him with this on my cock for a long time. When I pull out, I go back to my hand in his ass—but this time, I grease up both so I can work in the left and slide the right in while the left is leaving his hole. Over and over. Now, I go deep without any prompting. Jamie’s eyes glaze over as I move my finger around the rim of his second hole, occasionally pushing it through. The Ballistic Butt Bomb is greased up. I love the coolness of the metal. So does Jamie. It makes him pant. I work it deep, pull it almost all the way out, and work it in again. “Let me taste it.” I hold it up for him, the long handle letting me hold on to it as he licks the stainless steel. When he’s done, it goes up his ass once more. * We take a break to get the blood flowing back into his legs, as they have been in the stirrups for some time now. When we are back, I break out the curved dildo with ridges. He takes the first five inches as if it were a breadstick. But his eyes get wide and he groans at the ever-increasing girth at the base. But he takes it all. Every inch. I pull it out slowly, and change the direction of the curve. Now it is curving down. He takes it. I flip it once more, letting the entire length stay in his hole longer…giving him that major stretch. It's back to my hands. One after the other. And the big toy with the handle. And another round of hands, culminating in stroking his prostate with the big curved dildo. His hole is tiring. He asks for the Ballistic Butt Bomb again. I am happy to comply. “I would love your load,” he moans, as I work the stainless steel in and out of his hole. I suddenly stand up. I insert the Butt Bomb—and then my cock along the thin shaft. This is new. I’ve never tried it—but I like it. I fuck along the slender shaft, my fat cock head plowing into the massive stainless head of the toy. And it works. Suddenly I am shooting my load all over the head of the Butt Bomb. I can feel it dripping off it, back onto my dick and then into his ass. It’s a great mind fuck. When I can move again, I pull myself out. And then work out the Butt Bomb. I give it to his greedy mouth to lick clean… * “You know,” he says as I help him out of the sling. “I have never had a man’s cock in my mouth until today. Or tasted my ass on it. I did it for you.” “Did you like?” Jamie just nods and laughs… The original post is here (with pics): From My Side of the Sling: Jamie Gets Stretched and Filled April 14, 2025

I have a playroom in my basement. Sling in frame, a padded fuck bench, single bed, rimseat, padded floor, tarped under the sling and bench for piss right there. There are restraints, toys and mirrors everywhere. I had the opposite response to @norefusal. I live in a small town--and people do drive in to play in the playroom. It helps that I am at the junction of two major interstates. I am glad I got the sling with the frame as it packs for hotels, CLAW, IML, or other pig's houses.

Near Home—March, 2024 You never know. I have made that statement over and over on this blog. If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will. Half the fun. And the frustration. On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better… I go into the straight side. I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn at home. I sit to the side. A cub on the edge of turning into a bear is on his knees giving head across the aisle from me. I watch him work. He is totally committed to cock. The cock he wants to explode deep in his throat. The guy he is sucking is likely older than I am, with a nice, slightly curved dick. I watch the cub finally pull off the dick and nuzzle the hairy balls sticking out of the guy’s fly. The groan from the man being licked is sexier than anything on the screen. A guy I have fucked in the past comes in. He makes a bee line to me. He goes right to his knees and starts sucking without even checking in as to whether I want him to do so. It feels good, but he’s using his hand way more than his mouth. I ask him to stop with the fist. He sighs. He does it, begrudgingly. I sigh, too. But in contentment. It feels much better now without his rough palm wrapped around my cock. And the cub across the aisle is back to sucking cock, giving me additional visual stimulation. “Fuck me?” My guy pulls off my cock and looks up at me. It’s not really a question, more of a demand. I have been sitting here for all of three and a half minutes. I tell him I will be happy to fuck him a little later. He goes back to my dick, but without as much energy now. The cub across the way gets the load. The man he’s doing can’t stop panting and grunting out his pleasure. This makes my guy stop sucking. He stands up to watch. His thick dick, that he’s been stroking as he sucked, is right at face level for me. I give him some reciprocal head. In moments I feel a hot mouth on my cock. I glance down. The cub has crawled from the wilted dick of the guy who just shot, over to my cock. He engulfs it as I continue to suck. This attracts the cross-dressing Latino and an older Mexican. They come over and start working the nipples of the handsome man in my mouth. Soon the Mexican cradles his balls with his weathered hands. He pulls them gently, and the cock comes out of my mouth for him to stroke. I relax and really pay attention to the mouth on my own dick. This guy was born to suck dick. He’s great. The wetness, the suction, the instinctual awareness of pleasure points. I give him my full attention. He is jerking himself as he sucks—but it is never about his needs—it’s really all about whoever is in his mouth. “I’m going to shoot,” says the good-looking guy standing next to me. The hand job has been too much. “In my hand,” grunts the Mexican, but the guy has other ideas. He turns and feeds it to me. The sound of his orgasm, makes my sucker look up at what is happening. He stops sucking. He stands up and drops his pants. “Fuck me!” He turns, showing me his pale, full butt cheeks. I stand up and spit the mouthful of cum into my hand. “I’m using his cum for lube.” I coat my cock with it. The Cub groans out a ‘Yes!’ The two Latinos watch, jerking their own cocks. The guy who gave me the load stops zipping up to watch me fuck with his sperm. “Stick that slimy cock in him,” says the older Mexican with his thick accent. My cock head finds the cub’s pucker. It slips into him easily. He groans at the slickness of the handmade lube. I am all the way inside him in one thrust. My hips have a mind of the their own. I am thrusting hard and fast from the very first. The cub staggers a little. I grab his hips. The cross-dressing Latino moves in front of him so he can grab on to him for balance. I fuck into him like a man possessed. And he’s loving it. “Use me. Fuck me hard, Daddy…” I will myself to slow down. But I can’t. Not at first, but I finally do. I pull out. Cum is dripping from his ass. “Look at that,” says the Mexican. I go to my knees. I begin licking up the cum. I catch the drip that is clinging to his ass crack hair just before it falls. I lick up his whole crack. I dig my tongue into his hole. The Mexican is now talking filth in Spanish to the other Latino. I get the sense that he’s never seen a man felch before. I slurp loudly and moan, as I swallow some of the load that had already been in my mouth before it coated his ass. I keep licking until the Mexican touches my shoulder. “I fuck.” I pull away, my beard coated in cum. The Mexican moves into place. His small dick grazes the wet, hairy ass crack. He shoots before he can get inside. He instantly pulls away. Still on my knees, I move back to licking his ass—but now I’m reverse felching. I am sticking the Mexican’s cum up the cub with my tongue. He can feel what I’m doing. He groans. “Fuck that cum into me. Deep.” I can barely tear myself away from licking his cummy ass. Eventually, I stand. I smear my cock with what cum is still clinging to his hairy crack. And I fuck it into him. “Fuck!” I groan. It’s like I’ve used a multi load devil’s dick on him, he is so full. He is awash with seed. I fuck. The room fills with the squishy sound his ass makes with each of my thrusts. Over and over. I fuck him hard. I have a quick felch break—and I know I’m going to load him. Never mind that I have only been here for 20 minutes. It’s not going to get any better today. “You want my load?” I am panting, rearing up, my face covered in the escaping cum. My cock plows into him before he can answer. “Yes, Sir,” he grunts out in rhythm with my thrusts. “All that you have.” My hand comes up to my beard. I coat my fingertips and put them in my mouth. And I’m there. I shoot, stream after stream, into him. At least three volleys. Maybe four. And a dribble. All inside. I collapse on his back, holding him along with the Latino. After what seems like an eternity, I slip my cock out of him…and go to my knees… “Don’t worry,” I tell him. “I’ll leave enough inside you for the next guy to use…” * We talked after. He gave me a name and number. Teddy will be back in these pages. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Only 25 Minutes...and so much cum... April 10, 2024

Near Home—March, 2024 My dick wouldn’t lie down. Why else would I go to the bookstore the very next night? The parking lot is near empty. It’s a Saturday night. This place, before Covid, used to be packed at this time. I go in anyways. I am alone in the straight theatre. Jerking, rather contentedly. The door opens. It is the Minute Man. The man who cums in under a minute, usually the moment he puts his dick in my mouth. He nods, unzips, huffs poppers and offers me his cock. I count. 32 seconds of my tongue moving over his cock head. And splat. He zips up. Contented. And leaves. Two guys come in. Not for play. Just to watch the movie. The door opens. A tall man, all in black comes in. He stands against the back wall. He unzips. His cock is nice. Meaty. He sighs as I take him in my mouth. He is hardening nicely. He opens his poppers and takes a huff. Instantly his cock goes down. I work it back up. It’s a slow process. But he’s now hard once more. He huffs. His cock wilts. Over and over. He’s getting impatient…but won’t keep the bottle away from his nose. Finally, he stomps out to try someone else in the arcade. But he’s back soon enough. Still huffing. Still wilting. He goes off again. And comes back. Now he’s angry. I ignore him. He strokes himself hard. Huffs. And wilts. All on his own. And he still doesn’t make the connection. He stomps off, slamming the door. * And that was my entire night. Ugh… Near Home—March, 2024 I waited until the next Thursday before I tried again. In the afternoon. There are lots of men around. At first. I have to sit to the side in the straight theatre, as the Sleeper is in the cocksucker’s seat. When he wakes and leaves for next door, I grab the back bench. Almost immediately, fresh meat walks in. He is nicely built, white, in his late-30’s. He looks like he would be more at home pushing a baby stroller than in a room of men watching porn. He stands next to me. He takes out a nicely plumped cock. Seconds later, he unbuttons the waist band of his jeans and pushes them down to his knees. He shows me his hardening cock. Then he turns and shows me his plump, hairless ass. I cup the cheeks with both hands. He sighs. I spread them apart. My finger grazes his hole. He moans. I spit on my middle finger and push it into him. Gingerly. He groans and strokes faster. I pull it out and squirt some lube on my finger. “Not too much lube,” he tells me. Really? I work it into him and he strokes his cock. A second finger joins it. I pull out of him. It’s an awkward angle with me sitting on the bench. I go to my knees. He stands in front of me, ass in my face. I turn his hips. His cock brushes my beard. I take him in my mouth at the same moment my fingers go back up him. He is very happy, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to cum. But the door opens and it spooks him. He turns away, pulls up his jeans and takes off. It’s a Grizzly Adams-type of bear with a full beard. He pulls a chair from the side wall and plonks it down next to me. He undoes his button fly and his hand disappears inside. The young daddy comes back. He shows his bare ass to Grizzly Adams, just like he did me. But Grizzly won’t suck him—just finger him. “Suck me?” ask GA. “No way,” says the other. GA now has no use for him. The young daddy disappears. “You want my load?” GA asks. The fingering must really have gotten to him. I go to my knees and take the rather bitter cum… * There is still no one who wants to suck my cock. No one. I have gone to the gay cinema. Some action is happening, but not for me. I wait. I get tired of waiting and go next door again. The place is fuller now. And a woman is sitting in the middle row, against the wall. I find a seat across from her. Nope, it’s a cross dresser. A good one. As I watch, one of the men who looked in disdain at my cock earlier, comes down and sits next to the CD. He plays under the short skirt with his left hand. Soon he goes to his knees to suck a larger than average dick that must have been freed from its panties. The guy strokes himself as he sucks. He cums on the floor. The CD tucks his dick away. The guy, without wiping up, shoves it in his pants and leaves. Another man, who has sucked me in the past, ignores me and sits next to the CD. He strokes himself off, holding the wet cock of the CD in his other hand. A second load of cum hits the floor. He leaves, too. The CD has eyes for me. He gets up, arching an eyebrow in my direction, showing off his seven incher to me. I shake my head and he galumphs out the door. A number of men follow—and I can grab the cocksucker’s seat again. I stroke. I consider leaving. The door opens and Cute Boy with Glasses comes in. He looks right past me in the gloom and sits way down front. The door opens again. It is a man my age with a beautifully long, white beard. He is a regular. I don’t talk about him much as he is a cocksucker that, according to rumor, is only interested in doing a man once, so he is always on the lookout for new meat. If he is in the room with me, he does like to see me fuck, but he has never touched my dick. And as I suck cock as well, I am competition. He sits right next to Cute Boy with Glasses. In moments, he is out of sight, on his knees in front of CBWG. I watch the young man roll his head back in pleasure. I am sure the sucker has skills, for I’ve seen him work on others in the past. Now he has CBWG stand up. The young man nods and bends over the back of the chair in front of him. Bearded guy is eating his ass. My tongue so wants to be back in that hole… This is not my night. Until it is. As Cute Boy with Glasses stands back up, he turns and sees me for the first time. He turns back, thanks the bearded guy and, grabbing his clothes, comes back to me. He sits next to me and grins. Bearded guy leaves the room. He jerks on my cock for a moment. “Suck my cock,” he whispers in my ear. I go to the floor and do just that. He is precuming like crazy. I swirl it around his cockhead and swallow it all down. I pull off him. “Let me eat your ass.” He bends for me. I lick and slobber over his hole, stroking his cock as I do it. All the while I keep thinking about finally getting my dick all the way in him. He’s stopped me both times at the halfway point. “You should try fucking me again.” The words sound loud in the now deserted room. I spit one last time on his now less tight pucker. I stand up. He stays bent over. I lube up. My wet cockhead pushes into him. He gasps. I work maybe two inches into him. He squirms away, dislodging my cock. He grasps it by the shaft as his own cock explodes all over the seats in front of us… * I left after we cleaned up. I went out the main door to the parking lot. The bearded guy was doing what he often does here. He was sitting in his car, window down on this warm March day, watching for men he didn’t know to follow them inside. I had to pass him. “Sorry,” I said, with a slightly crooked grin. Fortunately, he laughed and gave me a thumbs up… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Good Things Come/Cum to Those... April 8, 2024

There is little that is better...

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 Fucking Keshawn was explosively fun. So much so, that I was still horned from it the next day. And I knew a trip to the bookstore wasn’t likely to give me what I really wanted: more ass. I looked a little online, but nowadays I really like to go where there are men looking. I decided to go to the bathhouse. I’d had a good time on a Friday night the last time with Osvaldo, so off I went right after dinner… I check in. A younger attendant is on duty tonight. We chat a little as he finds me a towel. I change at my locker. Jock, boots and wristband, with the towel hung over my shoulder. I do the tour. It feels like it is a more relaxed energy in the place tonight. It is not as crowded, but there are men. And they are looking. I open the sauna door and go in. A balding man around my age is here, sitting on the lower bench. We nod as I throw my towel on the higher bench and sit down on it. I think that he may be one of the men who gave me head in the sauna the last time I was here. Whether he is the same guy or not, he is on my dick the moment I get settled. He’s good. Very wet and no scraping of teeth. He moans each time he takes my full length down his throat. He pulls off me, looks at my wet dick and offers me his ass. “I just walked in. I will find you a little later for that.” I am getting pretty warm from the dry heat, so I nod to him once more and take off. I shut the door—and sex is happening right outside the sauna. A young Black man is bent over a stool. He is being fingered by white man my age. Another younger man, white, is jerking to it. And the fourth man is the Italianate man who checked me in. The young man, bent over and getting probed, is not comfortable. The attendant suggests we all move to the sling. I go along. The attendant gets him in and puts one ankle in the stirrup. I do the other—making the attendant smile at me once more. “Oh, fuck…” the guy in the sling groans. I can really see him for the first time. He has a great shock of unruly black curls. And his chest is a field of tightly corkscrewed hair. He is lithe and slim with a nice size cock. At the moment it is just hardening up. “Who’s going first?” asks the older man. “Go ahead,” says the attendant. “You seem ready.” And he is, with a condom rolled over his smaller than average dick. I offer lube. The guy covers the latex and pushes into the bottom, in one push. The young man groans, not in pleasure. It’s too much too fast, but the older guy just keeps on fucking. He pulls out. The young man goes next. Also condomed. The way he interacts with the older man suggests they are a couple. His dick is a regulation six incher. Bigger than his daddy. He fucks the young man, but more because it’s expected of him than for any real enjoyment. He pulls out. “Do you want a condom on me?” asks the attendant. The young man in the sling, now fully erect and stroking, shakes his head. The attendant also borrows my lube. He has a great dick, over seven inches. The young man gasps as it goes in. He closes his eyes and jerks faster and faster. The attendant gives the young man a great fuck. He pulls out. He turns to me. And sees my dick, fully erect, for the first time. “This guy’s even bigger,” he tells the bottom. I go to my knees and begin licking the fucked hole of the young man. It’s just as hairy as his chest. I am in heaven. The young man is squirming. The attendant slaps his cock on the young man’s chest. I hear the wet thud as I keep fucking him with my tongue. “Eat that ass,” he says. I stand up. It’s a blessing we have fucked him in ever increasing cock size. He groans as I worm my way in. He’s damn tight. But his ass instinctively opens for the invader. I fuck him slow and evenly. He strokes faster. I watch his face register every thrust of my cock. His eyes roll up. I am afraid he’s going to cum, so I pull out. The attendant comes around for round two. The couple wanders off. I have a very straight looking young daddy type on his knees waiting for me. He cleans my cock, groaning at all the ass juices his tongue finds. The attendant sinks into the young man. It’s all over. Cum is covering his hairy chest, clinging to the curls. The two of them leave as I continue to let the handsome young daddy clean my cock… * I go find sauna guy. He’s still there. I fuck him for the first time tonight. Until it gets just too warm in there. He loses points when I pull out and he doesn’t clean my dick… I wander. The rooms all have doors closed. I can hear sex happening behind some of them. I find an attractive older man jerking, watching porn. We jerk together. But he has no interest in anything more. I wander. Back at the sling a guy in his late 30’s is in the sling. White, with a shaved head and a nice toned body. His long, thin dick is rock hard. I eat his ass. I fuck him. We have a nice connection. He loves my raw cock and asks me repeatedly for my load. I tell him that needs to come later. I pull out. He cranes around the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my dick. I let him slobber on it and then fuck him again. He cleans me up once more and asks for a break. While it is said in banter, I tell him I will load him in an hour’s time. He grins… * I find a man who recognizes me from a party so long ago that I remember no details. (15 years before the blog.) He sucks me in an odd way, pursing his lips, barely taking me into his mouth. Then he turns around and sits on me. But he is not clean—I can tell it the moment he starts moving up and down my shaft. I sigh, disengage and stalk off to the restroom… * I see shaved head guy, who I promised to breed. It’s close to time and things are winding down. But he has attached himself to a cute cross dresser. They go off to his room. On a later walk around, I hear through the door that long thin dick of his put to good use. I find my first cocksucker now on the fuck bench. I sink into him again. This is much nicer. He’s supported by the bench and we aren’t baking in the sauna. I pull out. He whirls around and cleans my cock. Good man, I think. It makes me go to my knees and eat out his hole. Fuck, why haven’t I done this to him before? His ass lips are puffy and luscious to suck on. He groans and mumbles as I tongue him. I can’t be sure, but I think he’s loaded. I stand up and fuck him again. Hoping to see if I can pull out some cum for him to lick up. He hangs onto the bench. I love that he doesn’t need poppers to take the pounding I am giving him. I pull out. Another hot session of ATM. I lick his even puffier asshole again. “Fuck me. Harder…” he grunts out. “If I do, I’ll cum in your ass.” He moans. I enter him. Roughly. I begin a fast fuck. “You want my load?” “Yes.” “Yes…?” I leave it hanging. “Yes, Sir! I want your load, Sir!” And that does it. I shoot. Rope and rope of jizz into his ass. I stay in there a long time, marinating in my cum. Slowly, I pull out. Careful not to bring it all out with me. He spins to clean. “Balls first.” He licks them, lovingly, savoring the juices slopped on them. My cock calms down. I move my hand to indicate he can now clean my dick. He takes me, ever so carefully into his mouth. My full, softening, length, licking every inch clean... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Friday: Hot Mouths and Hairy Asses April 6, 2024

I love group play for that very reason!

My Playroom—March, 2024 Keshawn and I had not seen each other since I had a gig near his home, back in the early fall. We kicked around several ideas of another meet, but nothing fit both of our busy schedules. I got a text at the beginning of March asking if I could play during the day. I could, but I didn’t have the time for the round-trip travel down to him as my gig was each evening that month. No problem, he would come up to me. So right in the middle of the month, he arrived, looking good and horny as fuck. He used my shower to prepare after his almost three hours in the car. I found some Skynmen porn and put it on the big screen television. I melted some coconut oil. In no time, we were naked in the playroom… Keshawn is so ready for my dick. He climbs right into place on the fuck bench. There is no thought at all of warming me up with his mouth. And that’s just fine. I am rock hard looking at his full ass cheeks. I go to my knees, pull them apart and my tongue spears into his warm pucker. He gasps—and then begins to pant. I lick and spit and poke my saliva deep inside him. I smear the coconut oil all over my cock as I eat him out. I stand up. My dripping cock head slaps against his hole. I hear him popper up. I push in. Damn, he’s tight today. I tell him so—and how good it feels. He tells me it’s been a while since he took cock. I am already fucking him with deep, long strokes. I can’t help it. My hairy pubes are grinding against him as he takes my full length with each thrust. I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. Keshawn loves the taste of his own ass. He sucks me clean, spending some time on my balls, too, where the coconut oil and ass jizz have pooled. I go back. I don’t bother to re-lube, I slide back in with his spit on my dick. His face is focused on the mirror on the side wall, that reflects his ass being hammered by my cock. I slap his butt. Hard. Making his ass contract around my cock. He groans. I moan out how good he feels, gripping my cock. I slow the fuck down. Each. Stroke. Deliberate. And hard. Keshawn groans again and tells me to fuck him faster. I do. Repeatedly. Another session of sweet ATM. He licks me clean, swallowing down his ass jizz. His tongue can’t stay out of my piss slit. One more round of fucking before he gets up to stretch his legs. Now he kneels in front of me and gives me the kind of cocksucking that usually starts our sessions. He leaves me dripping with precum and his spit, before climbing into the sling. I return the favor by kneeling and tonguing his well fuck hole. His ass lips are beginning to puff up. I spend a lot of time sucking them into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue. “Fuck...” he groans. I hear the poppers open. The sniff for both nostrils. The cap going back on. I time it to stand up and enter him just as the fumes take hold. It’s a chain rattling fuck. I don’t know what is making me fuck him so hard today. My hips have a mind of their own. He is jerking his own massive cock now. I bat his hand away at least twice. I don’t want this to end too soon with him shooting. I pull out and go to my knees. His ass is oozing coconut oil, looking just like a big cum load leaking out of him. I tell him so, before my tongue cleans it all up. I fuck him again. His eyes are on the mirror above. He hand is on his cock, jerking it and squeezing the head. Still inside him, I can bend over the lick up the precum he squeezes out of his long cock. He shudders and takes his hand off it. I drill into him faster and faster. I need a moment after this fuck. I pull out. I sit on the bed, catching my breath. I’m aware of Jake Morgan taking dick on the television—but I’m not really watching. I can’t take my eyes off Keshawn’s wet ass. I kneel before it. I pull the full cheeks apart once more. I worm my tongue is as deep as it can go. Keshawn moans out something about how good it feels. I keep going, lubing my cock all the while. I stand up and fuck. His hand is all over his own dick. It takes no more than a dozen strokes of my cock before he fires off a big load all over his abs and chest with an “Argh!!” My hand goes from holding the top bar of the sling frame down to mopping up his jizz with it. “You know I’m going to fuck this into you…” Keshawn whimpers. I know I can keep going for a bit—but I will need to stop soon if I can’t get off, too. My cock is covered with his cum. I push it into his hole that started so tight and is now a mancunt. I hit the poppers myself and begin to fuck in the slippery mess of his ass. In seconds, I am close, it feels so wet and sloppy. And slippery. My cock loves fucking in load… And I’m there. I fire off round and round. Mixing my cum with his jizz deep inside… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fucking a Load Out of Keshawn April 4, 2024

Lansing—March, 2024 After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more. A lot more. The next day was Saturday. I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time. I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore. I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon… I am sitting watching porn. Stroking. I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock. I have made a tour of the place before I settled. There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner. There are glory holes. And a slurp ramp. Porn is playing everywhere. (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.) Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass. It is just around the corner from the dark room. I stroke. A man around my age, enters. His shirt unbuttoned. He sinks to his knees in front of me. He gives me head. Sort of. No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth. I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him. Nothing. I excuse myself and go for a walk. Men are scattered everywhere. The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is. I go behind the slurp ramp. A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes. I walk past and mount the platform. I stick my cock through the opening. I wait. I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn. I make another circuit. A young Latin is watching gay porn. He is stroking a long, thin dick. He nods at me. I go over. And go to my knees. I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move. He groans at my tongue work. He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder. I come up for air. “Let me…” he whispers. I stand. The guy is amazing. I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root. Repeatedly. No teeth. Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time. And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air. He takes me to the root again. There is now a spectator, jerking to our action. I let the young Latin do his thing. As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head. I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him. I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself. I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it. Amazing. Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop. I do. He is panting. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers. I hope I’m around when he wants to… “That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform. He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. “You want some of this?” “Yeah, but in my ass.” He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt. I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout… * I walk around. Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling. It’s occupied. The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down. His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest. He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym. I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole. “Jeez…” he moans. “Fuck me…” I stand up. His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack. I go back to rimming. Soon he is begging for my cock. I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all. He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it. All of it. Ramming in to him again and again. “Fuck me harder,” he moans. “Use me like the whore I am.” Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch. One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp. Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself. Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking. “You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy. “You bet.” I step to the side. The new cock slides in. It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony. I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking. “This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants. “And didn’t think I’d get…” “Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out. I go to my knees and clean his cock. “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it. I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole. I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom. The hot guy comes to the side of the sling. He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle. “You want his hole?” I ask. He shakes his head. He watches me fuck a little more. “Yeah, I do.” I pull out. Hot Guy pushes in. “Damn, he’s wet.” I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom. Hot Guy pulls out very fast. He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face. I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick. I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head. I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him. My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him. The bottom groans. The Black top jerks faster. I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs. “Let me fuck in that hole again.” I make way. Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now. He fucks him harder yet. I’m there to clean his cock. And fuck. This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch. We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again. “I need a break,” moans the bottom. We get him out to stretch. There is a waist high bondage table behind us. He bends over it. I fuck him again. “Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top. I am close enough to think it’s possible. I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm. I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn. Black Top fucks him briefly. I can’t tell if he shoots or not. From the look on his face, I think he has. The bottom goes to the locker area. Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other. And we kiss, sharing those juices. It’s electric. We both feel it. I lose track of time. I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth. Finally, I have to come up for air. “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear. “Would you let me eat your ass?” He looks at me in silence. Fuck, have I ruined it? Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall. He gets naked and hops in the sling. I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are. I go to my knees. The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating. He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want. I lick up his sweat. I share it with him by kissing him deeply. He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock. Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on. “Come here.” I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling. He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us. It’s hot. As fuck. When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together. Certainly, no way to top it. He gets dressed and we kiss again. We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment. He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Taking Turns at the Sling April 2, 2024