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    Kyle Gets His Gangbang

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Jackson—March, 2023
    Sometime in the middle of March, Kyle, the hairy transman I had been having fun with, decided he wanted to set up a gangbang at his home.  He had some regular tops who were excited by the idea and he asked if I would join them.  I said ‘yes.’  As these things often go, the tops began having other commitments as the date grew closer.  Finally, Kyle decided we’d just meet at the bookstore where I had first fucked him.  It held potential for other men (as his group had reduced to just two regulars, who were both fine playing with him there.)
    The time was set for 4:30pm.
    I got there, a little early.  I thought I’d get some warm-up head and be ready to go when he arrived…
     
    There is an undercurrent of sexual tension the moment I walk into the lounge.  I walk around the dimly lit areas.  There is a blow job happening in the gay porn area.  A guy is on the slurp ramp, getting head by some unseen man in one of the glory hole booths.  The curtains are drawn on two of the little cabanas and I can hear sex happening behind the fabric.  Other men are milling around, unable to settle down.
    I sit and open my fly, watching the varied screens on the main wall.  Men check me out, but no one kneels to suck.  I stroke, idly watching a scene where a handsome guy is filled at both ends.  As I stroke, I hear the curtains open on one of the cabanas behind me.  I turn.  There is a bare ass on offer.  I get up and move closer.  It’s Kyle.  And he is bent over, sucking the cock of a man around my age who is sitting on the bench.  I go in, leaving the curtain open.  I go to my knees and rub my hands across the ample furry ass cheeks.  My tongue visits his ass pucker for a moment and then dips lower to lick his front hole.
    Kyle groans.  He must know it’s me.  He moans again around the cock in his mouth.  The guy thoughtfully reaches down and spreads Kyle’s butt cheeks so I can rim and suck with ease.  I go back and forth between the two holes, making Kyle squirm.  Now I stay, my mouth plastered to his front hole and am rewarded with the taste of cum.  Instantly, my cock is raging.  I stand up and stick my engorged dick into him.
    “Fuck…” I sigh.
    “Can you feel that cum, Daddy” Kyle whispers, before going back down on the man.
    I make some sort of affirmative grunt.  The guy he is sucking never takes his eyes off my cock pumping into Kyle.  I am having to do an odd knee bend to line everything up properly.  I finally have to pull out and stand up fully.
    “That a big dick for your pussy,” the guy getting head, whispers.
    Kyle agrees, pulling off him.
    “You want to fuck?” I ask the guy.
    “Naw, been there.”
    “I was licking him clean after he filled me up,” Kyle volunteers.
    “Nice,” I grunt and go back to my knees to taste him again.
     The guy slides away from Kyle and stands up.  “Watching you, I could drop another load.”  He begins to swiftly jerk his bigger than average dick.
    “Cum on my cock,” I tell him.  “I’ll fuck your second load into him.”
    “Fuck…” he groans.
    I stand up.  Kyle is panting.  The guy is close.   I hold my dick over Kyle’s upturned ass.  With just a few more strokes, the guy shoots a sizeable load on my dick.  He grunts and watches me do a knee bend and slide my cummy cock into Kyle.  Kyle groans—and I sigh.
    “Fuck, you are so wet,” I tell him.  I fuck happily into him, making a wet squishy sound with each stroke. 
    The guy is getting dressed.  He pats Kyle’s ass affectionately.  “Gotta get home to the wife.”
    “Thanks,” pants Kyle.
    “Fuck him good,” says the guy to me, swatting my moving ass as he leaves.
    I fuck—reveling in the wet sounds and feel of the fuck.
    But soon, once again, my knees are screaming at me.  I pull out and straighten up.  “We should go to the exam table so I don’t have to bend so.”
    Kyle is more than willing.  He finds his clothes on the bench and picks them up.  He walks nude from the cabana to the table—and I follow, not bothering to cover my engorged dick.
    “I couldn’t wait until 4:30,” Kyle explains as I put his legs on the stirrups.  “I got here early—and I got three loads before the one you just added.”
    This makes me go to my knees.  I love this medical exam table—it is the perfect height it positions him in a way I can really lick his front hole properly.
    “Lick up that cum,” Kyle murmurs.  “Can you taste it?”
    I grunt and when I have a dollop of the fresh load in my mouth, I stand up and drool it into Kyle’s open mouth.  My cock slides into him as I do it.  I fuck his silky hole for a long time.
    “You going to load me, Daddy?”
    I grunt out “Not yet.”
    “You know, you have never shot in me…”
    I just nod and grin and keep plowing into him.
    Suddenly, I stop and go to my knees to taste him again.  Damn, he is so creamy from these guys.  I move up and lick his T-cock.  Then I use my hand on it, as my mouth licks into him.  Kyle can’t stand it.  “I’m gonna squirt, Daddy….”
    And he does—right into my mouth.  I swallow some and spit some into his front hole.  I stand up and fuck all the liquid into him.  
    Kyle is wildly rubbing himself now as I fuck.  I can see it on his face he’s likely to blow again.
    “You want it?” he pants.
    I do.
    “Here…ah, fuck!”
    I kneel just in time for a second squirt explosion.  His pubic hair is as drenched as my beard.  I swallow some—and suddenly know I am on the edge.
    “Take my cum,” I grunt as I stand and slide into him.
    “Yes!”
    I fuck a few strokes and explode.  I grab his legs as my body is rocked with the powerful orgasm.  Spurt after spurt.
    I stand frozen for a long moment.  Then I go to my knees and begin to lick up the mix of all the juices running out of him…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Gets His Gangbang (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     April 30, 2023
     
  2. FelchingPisser

    In the Dark Room

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Lansing—March, 2023
    As March came to a close, I realized I really wanted to cruise/play somewhere different.  I thought about heading back to northern Indiana, but that seemed to involve too much travel time to justify the play.  Instead, I decided to head to Lansing—far enough away that it would be all different men, but close enough to get home for dinner.  I also wanted that sex club atmosphere of this particular venue.  Plenty of porn stations, but also slings, gloryholes and benches aplenty for more varied activities.
    I took off on a Saturday morning and got there early enough to get a discount on my ticket.  Of course, that also meant almost no one was in the place.  I watched some porn.  I walked around the vast playspace.  I missed out on the one piece of action that was happening at that hour, by arriving at the gay area just as two men shot their loads (one into a cocksucker’s mouth—and the other on the floor.)  The other three men in attendance seemed more interested in their phones than play.
    I told the attendant I needed some coffee and would be back.  I sat in my car for a bit, nursing my drink, as I read.  An hour later, I returned.  The parking lot, while not full, had lots of new cars in it.  I was buzzed back in.  I went to my favorite spot to sit, watch porn and stroke—and be in the path of every man who was cruising the place…
     
    “Daddy needs his dick sucked.”
    A younger Caucasian guy is standing in the doorway, dressed in the local university colors, though he is likely no longer in school.  He gropes himself as he looks hungrily at my cock.  I nod.  He comes over and kneels.  He takes me deep into his throat.  I hear his own zipper open—and the slightly wet sound of him giving himself a hand job as he sucks me.  He is not very experienced—but he is enthusiastic.  He mostly stays sucking on my cock head.  When he goes to take me deep, he stops stroking.  About the third time he deep throats me, he forgets to remove his hand from his cock.  It explodes, leaving a pool of jizz by my boots.  He sighs, gets kind of embarrassed and leaves.
    The crowd is constant now.  Men of every age and race walk by—it’s nice to be in a college town—but not one of them seems interested in me.   I stroke for a bit, then get up and go around the corner into the dark room.  I lean against the wall.  I think I am the only one here.  
    I stroke.  Waiting. 
    In quick succession, three men appear at the lit doorframe, come in and disappear in the shadows.  I hear their zippers open.  We all wait.  My eyes adjust.  Slightly.  I can just see them—men of all different shapes leaning—two on the side wall, one by the doorframe.  I’m at the back. 
    We can all feel the sexual tension rise.  But no one makes a move. 
    Fuck it, I go to my knees.  I am instantly surrounded by all three.  A white guy, with a largish gut, beats the others to my mouth.  His cock is nice and thick—and instantly juicy.  He lets me do the work for a moment—but is soon fucking my face.
    “Fuck, yeah,” he grunts.  “Take all our dicks.”
    He pulls out of me and guides the dick next to him into my mouth.  The guy with the large gut jerks and occasionally slaps my face with his wet cock as I suck the new man.  The man now in my mouth is Black.  His cock is long and thin.  He is the youngest of the men now here.  I pull off the new man so I can lick his balls.  The third guy bends over and licks the man’s dick at the same time.  I love the musk of this guy’s balls.  I lick the hairy sack—that is beginning to pull up into his abdominal cavity.
    “Let me back in that mouth,” the guy with the gut grates out.  The Black guy moves away, letting the third guy continue to suck him.  My face is being fucked again.  This man likes to be in charge of his cocksucking.
    “You swallow?” he asks.  I make some sort of affirmative sound as I take the face fucking. “Don’t you dare spit out my cum…”
    These must be his trigger words—for my mouth is suddenly flooded.  He stops his pumping and unloads all over my tongue.  His cum is sweet.  He holds me in place until I have cleaned his cock head of every drop.
    “My turn,” says the Black guy.  He pulls out of the other sucker’s mouth and brings his wet cock back to me.  “Take my load, man.”   His wet balls press against my chin, he is buried so deep in my throat.  I pull back, as I really want to taste his load.  He figures it out—and lets me.  My left hand cradles his hairy nut sack—and he begins to shoot.  His testicles try to pull into his body, but I don’t let them.  This guy, younger and fitter, gives me even more cum.  Salty, but good.  I swallow him down, as he steadies himself on my shoulders.  Once I’ve cleaned his cock of every drop of semen, I lick his super sensitive balls—relishing the fact I have made them even muskier. 
    Suddenly I feel a mouth on my dick.  The third guy, has hunkered down and, lying on his stomach, is trying to take all of me.  It’s not a great position, and he seems rather toothy.  But I let him—for a new man emerges from the shadows. 
    “I watched you take those loads.  You want a third?”
    He is a smaller white guy, middle aged—and I can’t see much else in the dark.
    His cock is wet and dripping.  He rubs it all over my face and beard before he finally shoves it in my mouth.  “Good boy,” he coos.  “Make me cum.”
    My tongue finds his piss slit and digs in.  This makes him pant.  Now my tongue is moving all over his regulation sized cock.  After a moment, he pulls out of my mouth.  “Lick my balls like you did with that other guy.”
    I bury my face into his much more diminutive ball sack.  He groans and jerks his dick as I do it.
    “Here it comes,” he groans.  “Take it.”
    He just makes it back into my mouth.  He erupts.  It’s, frankly, a foul-tasting load.  He’s a smoker.  But I swallow it down.  The man won’t let me clean him up.  He simply pats me on the head and leaves.
    “That was hot,” says the remaining guy, the toothy cocksucker.  Sometime, during the third sucking, he’s backed off my cock and stood up.   “You gonna give me your load?”
    “Give me a minute.”  I sit on a fuck bench that is in the room—and that I only now can see.
    He takes off…
    *
    I take a tour—and end up back in the same dark room.  A younger Black man is getting head from the toothy guy.  The guy getting sucked is as tall as I am and weights easily twice what I do.  He’s large.  He sees me watching him get sucked.  And stroking to it.
    “Let me suck you,” he says.  He seats me in a chair I didn’t know was there.  His mouth is huge—and his tongue the warmest, and most accommodating, I have felt in months.  And it’s big, too.  It is the perfect blow job after the toothy guy.
    And the sucker is great at it.  And he knows he has a special tongue.  He uses it all over me. 
    Balls. 
    Shaft.
    Head.
    Perineum.
    And finally, my mouth.
    The kiss is electric.  Our tongues joust, but my mouth is quickly conquered by the sheer mass of his bigger one.  We both groan…
    And he spends the next hour, truly, giving me the most exquisite blow job…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: In the Dark Room (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     April 27, 2023
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    Jack Brings a Cup of Cum

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—March, 2023
     
    Sometime before I went off on my sex weekend (that included breeding Keshawn) I had heard from Jack.  He is the man around my age who is fairly new to gay sex—and is making up for lost time by embracing good pig play.  We set up a time to rut.  In the course of our texting, he told me he was eager and had done what I suggested. 
    ‘What was that?’  I asked in the next message.  And then I remembered, before I got his reply.  I had, in the course of my last session with him, mentioned that if he was a jerker, he could freeze his loads for our mutual pleasure.  I hoped I was right.  My phone dinged, but all he would tell me was that he’d be bringing me something special.
    So, on a Friday afternoon, late in March, Jack showed up with a coffee cup.  Inside, packed in ice, was a condom…
     
    He hands it to me, right at the front door.  “Five loads,” he says.
    “All your own?  Or from others?”
    “All mine.”  We go down to the playroom.  I am already in the jock I’m destroying for a bud and with boots, all covered by my robe.  I set the cup down on the toy shelf for later, first making sure there is enough ice to keep the devil’s dick solidly frozen.  I watch him strip.  He’s in a hurry.   The moment he’s naked, he kneels at the foot of the fuckbench.  I surprise him by handing him my phone.  I ask him to snap a picture of the jock, so the owner can see the results of my constant wear during my play time.
     
    PIC
     
    He snaps away.  I move closer to him, take the phone out of his hands and toss it on the bed.  My jock pouch rubs his face.  He inhales deeply and begins mouthing the loosely woven cloth.  He is hungry.  My cock is swelling.  He licks at it, loving that the flavored fabric is between his tongue and my engorging cock.  Finally, the pouch can no longer contain all of me.  I yank it to the side and let Jack get to my dick for the first time today.  He sucks me all the way down before coming back up to my piss slit.  He holds the shaft of my cock with his left hand and just concentrates on licking the opening.  Burrowing in.  He must be getting some precum, for he is moaning softly.
    The moment his hand releases me, I fuck his face.  Hard.  He chokes once—and that only inspires him to ask for more.  I do it again.  He does not choke this time.  I pull out of his mouth and turn.  I thrust my butt cheeks into his face.  He hungrily burrows in to find my hole.  He grunts, relishing the musk of the four hours since the morning shower.  I turn back around,  knowing he’ll have lots more time to lick my ass later.
    “Get up on the bench, I want to do that to you.” 
    Jack scrambles up.  The bench spreads his cheeks for me as he gets comfortable.  I dive in.  I love the fresh taste of his hole.  Soon it will reek of me, my sweat, my piss, my cum, his cum…
    I stop stroking my cock at that thought—and redouble my efforts at opening his hole.  His pucker loosens.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The head goes in with the tiniest bit of effort.  Jack relaxes, takes a hit of his poppers and I slide the rest of the way in.  Every inch, buried in his hot flesh.  I fuck, slow and long.
    “Make me feel it,” he pleads.
    I build the tempo.  Really plowing into him. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He groans and licks me clean.  I spit on my cock as I return to his ass.  I fuck him with just our mingled spit for lube. 
    “Fuck me,” he groans.
    Once again, he cleans my cock.  When I return to his used hole this time, I piss on it.  Jack groans again.  I can’t stop.  My clear piss runs down his crack and onto the towel under the bench.  I kneel and lick his fucked hole clean of piss.  I spit on my cock, and fuck him again…
    *
    I get him up off the bench after he cleans my piss flavored cock.  He’s sure he is going to the sling and get his loads into his butt.  I surprise him by getting into the sling myself.
    “Eat my ass.”
    He goes to his knees and begins licking me with such an intensity I have to ask him to start a little less aggressively.  He backs off.  I use the poppers I keep in my freezer just for his visits and his tongue inside me.  I let him lick and slobber all over my hairy crack.  I try to piss for him, but I’m dry.  He tries to add some piss to the mix, too, a little later, but it’s not happening today for him.  I am more than content with just his incredibly eager tongue working my ass lips.
     
    We switch places.  I get his ankles in the stirrups and eat his hole.  And fuck it.  And have him lick up all those juices.  As I pull out of his mouth, I spit in it.  Jack groans and swallows.  I pick up his coffee cup, and holding it where he can see it, remove the condom with the five loads.  It is still solid—a large mass of off-white cum.  I snip it open, just under the knot he’s tied in it.  I hold it to his swollen ass lips and turn the condom inside out, pushing the frozen nugget of cum into him in one smooth maneuver. 
    Jack pants—it has to be damn cold.  I kneel and lick up the slime trail of cum the frozen mass left, as the outer layer melted on contact.  I drool it down to my cock, stand up and push into him.  I can feel the frozen cum nugget about four inches into him.  I fuck it deeper, very aware of the melting devil’s dick as it drips on my penis and warms back to body temperature. 
    I fuck him.
    I bring it to his mouth.  He loves the taste of all the mingled juices now in his hole.  He cleans me thoroughly.   I go back to his ass and lick up a drip.  I spit it on his hole and fuck it back into him.  Once more, at the end of the fuck, I share my cum covered cock with him.  He licks me clean and swallows it all hungrily.  I go back to his ass and make sure to wipe up a small cum drip with the pouch of the jock.
    As I fuck yet again, I have lost the feel of fucking in a load.  I grab the speculum.  This is new to Jack. But he’s eager.  With him cranked open, my finger touches his prostate repeatedly.  I do find more cum.  He licks my finger clean.
     
    PIC
     
    I fuck with the device in place.  My cock is wet, not cummy, but he still enjoys the flavor, once I stop.  I remove the speculum and see the cup where I left it.  I take an ice cube.  I insert it in his slightly gaping hole.  I add my cock.  I push it deeper.  The melting water cleans him up.  My cock, when I pull it out, has a nice mix of water and the remaining cum from in his ass.  Jack swallows me down, moaning, and telling me how good I taste.
    “I think you need some fresh cum in your hole.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You want me to shoot in you?” I ask rhetorically, as I slide into his well-used mancunt.
    “Please, Sir.  I want to take your load home.”
    I begin to fuck.  “You gonna keep it in you?’
    “Yes, Sir!”
    I pump a little harder.  “Really?”
    “I might taste some, Sir, when I get home and…”  the sentence trails off into his panting.
    I am pumping hard and fast.
    “Take a hit of poppers.” 
    I slow down as he unscrews the cap.  The moment it’s back on, I am back to slamming into him with all my strength.
    In moments, I’m there.  I shoot five days of built up cum into him.  Jack takes it all…
    And takes it home, unshowered, like a good pig…
     
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jack Brings a Cup of Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 21, 2023
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    Near Home—March, 2023
    I started the month off with a trip to my usual bookstore—but it was not my usual type of visit.  I happened on some different type of play.  Yes, there is some straight sex happening in this post.   Well, there is a good gay twist…If this doesn’t work for you—you might want to skip this entry. 
     
    It is a Thursday afternoon.  I was quite sated from the back-to-back days of Evan and Zane (both so different, yet both fun.)  I am going, frankly, to suck some cock after all the assplay.  I sit in the back row of the straight side.  It’s not crowded.  It is not crowded.  I stroke.
    The door opens.  A younger Latino man comes in, one I don’t recognize.  He stands next to me and looks at my cock.  Silence.  For a long time.
    “You suck?”
    I nod and he unzips.  His slightly tumescent cock hardens in my mouth instantly.  He is slightly longer than average, but really thin—a true pencil dick.
    The door opens.  The guy tries to stuff his cock back into his pants.  He ends up covering most of it, and looking extremely guilty, as a Hetro couple enters.  They are both in their late fifties.  Once seated, way down front and off to the side, he gropes himself and she reaches over to massage her man’s bulge.
    I look at the Latino.  He’s petrified.  His cock has shrunk so it’s easy for him to zip up.
    The straight guy nods to us.  I acknowledge him, but return my attention to the film.
    The door opens again.  It is a man in his late 30’s—and good looking.  With him is a young woman, likely ten years younger than him, but certainly out of college.  She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen in this place.  They sit on the two-seater bench in front of me.  They watch the movie.  His hand is busy under her easy access skirt.
    I have had my dick covered, mostly, by my hand.  I go back to stroking myself.  The Latino can see over the young woman’s shoulder.  He is turned on by the groping in front of us.
    The guy turns and sees my dick.  He literally does a double take—as if we are in a Three Stooges two-reeler.  He whispers in his girlfriend’s ear.  She turns to take a look.
    “Congratulations, man!” says the guy.
    “I lucked out.”
    “Stand up, so we can really see it.”
    I smile and look at the movie on the screen in front of them.
    “Come on, man.  She’s never seen one that size.”
    I look at him.  I look at her—both still turned expectantly towards me.  I stand and take my hand away.  My cock does a slight bounce.
    “Fuck…” the guy says.  He turns to her.  “Could you take that?”
    “No way.”
    I start to sit down.
    “Come closer,” says the guy.  “Let her touch it.”
    I move nearer to her, standing between them, with the two of them turned over the back of the bench.  I offer it to her.  She reaches around.  She gasps.  Her tiny had barely goes all the way around.
    “Can you reach all the way around?” he asks her.  And to me:  “I’ve heard that expression for years, but never seen it.”
    Again, I pull away to sit.
     “Just slap her cheek with that thing.”
    I know where this is going.  But I am willing to play along.  (The older straight couple have stopped groping/sucking now and are watching us.) 
    “It’s a meaty cock,” I say, stepping closer to her.  I lift it straight up and let it fall on her cheek.  It makes a wet splatting sound.  She gasps.
    “Again,” says the man.
    This time I use my hand to slap it against her cheek and then her nose.
    “You want to lick that big dick?” he asks.
    She nods.
    “Can she do that for you?”
    I don’t say anything.
    “Come on, man.  She’ll never get another chance like this.”
    “Sure,” I tell them.
    “Lick the sides, not his head,” he directs.  “That’s safe…”
    She does a few tentative licks on my shaft.
    Her partner is more excited, I think than she is.
    “Now the head.  Can she lick your cock head?”
    She doesn’t wait for my answer she just does it.
    “Hottttt…” the guy groans.  He digs out his phone.  “Can I take a picture?”
    She nods.  I say yes.  He snaps away.  In natural light and with flash.
    I pull out and slap her cheek again.  Wetly.  And he joins her tonguing my dick.  I knew it.  I could tell he wanted it, too.  They pass it back and forth.  Mouth to mouth.  I can fit far more of my cock down his throat than hers. 
    I suggest I move to stand in front of them, to make it easier, so they don’t have to be so twisted around to do it over the back of the bench.  They like that—and happily share my dick.  Back and forth.  Or him on my balls as she takes me into her mouth.  She never tries to deep throat me.  The best moment is one on each side as they lick it and look into each other’s eyes.
    He pulls off me and turns more to her.  “You think he’d fit inside you?”
    “No.”
    She is a very small woman, maybe 5’2” and small boned.  He touches her knees and she opens them.  “Just try it, hon,” 
    She’s game.  “You have a condom?”
    I don’t. 
    “Go on.  No fucking, just see if it will fit.”
    I wipe my precum off my cock and kneel.
    “I’m gonna video this…”
    And he does.  I inch into her.  With no real problem, of course.  They both seem amazed she takes it all.  I move a little—then pull out as we agreed.
    “You should clean me up,” I tell the guy.  But he doesn’t, she does.
    I figure we’re done—so I go piss and do a wash when I realize I have lipstick on my cock.  I check the gay cinema.  No one.  I go back in.  The older couple has moved to the seat behind.  I’m sure the guy wanted the same treatment.  They didn’t get it.  She has a young college guy, with his pants around his ankles, in her mouth.  A guy I know is gay enough to bend over and take cock in the back corner.  He pulls out as I come in.
    “Jerk off on her tits.”
    He tries, but his cock is going a little soft.  I step over.  He eyes my cock and his hardens a little.  We both jerk. Aiming at her now bare chest.
    “Tell me when you’re gonna shoot, and I’ll video it.”
    I find I could go anytime.  I want to wait for the young man.  “That’s a beauty,” he mumbles, likely wishing we were alone.  I reach over and touch his butt.  He groans and fires all over her chest.  I rub my dick head in some of his come and use it as lube to fire my own load onto her…
    And it’s all on video…
    *
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “You Think He’d Fit Inside You?” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    April 1, 2023   (and it's not an April fool post.)  
     
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    Keshawn Takes Two

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—March, 2023
     
    After my bookstore adventure on Saturday, I drove to Kokomo to stay the night.  It was an easy drive into Keshawn’s the next morning.  I arrived right on schedule—and well rested.  I had brought the sling.  I was just beginning to set it up as another man walked up the steps and into the living room.
    Fred was around 35 to 40, white, and a big guy.  He told me that he had been bottoming for a long time and had just begun topping again.  He and Keshawn obviously knew each other quite well—they sat and caught up as I got the sling assembled.  Keshawn turned on some porn to play on his huge screen television—and we all stripped down…
     
    Keshawn and Fred are standing chest to chest—and kissing.  Deeply.  Passionately.  I go down on my knees and pull Keshawn’s full butt cheeks apart.  My tongue begins to squirm into his hole.  I hear him groan into Fred’s mouth.  Fred reaches down and grabs Keshawn’s cheeks for me, spreading them wider.  Now I can really tongue fuck him.  Keshawn’s massive cock goes from aroused to super hard.  I stand up, and, with Keshawn holding on to Fred’s shoulders, I enter him for the first time during this session.  He whimpers and buries his head in his hands.  Fred now holds Keshawn—and tells him how hot my cock looks filling up his ass.
    I fuck him, slowly, reminding him of my cock.
    I pull out.  Instantly, Keshawn goes to his knees to taste his ass juices on my dick.  Fred steps forward, offering his more traditionally sized dick.  Keshawn goes back and forth.  I notice Fred touching his own nipples, so I take over for him as Keshawn gives each of us head, finally getting both cock heads into his mouth at the same time.  I love the feel of Fred’s pre-cum smearing across my helmet head, before Keshawn licks it away.
    When Keshawn stands up, Fred goes down to his knees.  He has a much harder job—working two dicks, big and bigger—into his mouth.  He manages, just.  It’s hot, maybe because he’s having so much trouble opening his mouth wide enough.
    I suck some too, but individually.  I take Fred with ease—and feel all teeth on Keshawn’s thickness.  “I need to eat your ass instead,” I tell him—and have him bend over the back of the couch.  I lick his freshly fucked hole.  Fred kneels next to me.  I move and let him have his first taste of Keshawn’s butt.  He groans.  I love watching another man eat the hole I just fucked.  Fred licks for a little bit more, than stands up and fucks Keshawn.  Both men groan.  Loudly.  I work Fred’s nip.
    Keshawn breaks it—he wants to use the sling.  Before I get his feet in the stirrups, we test the height.  We take it down one link so Fred does not need to stand on the balls of his feet to fuck.  Keshawn jumps back in.  Fred moves to the side.  “Let me see you eat his ass again.”
    I am happy to oblige.  I hear Fred’s cock being sucked above me as I taste how wet Fred has made Keshawn’s hole.  I slurp loudly as I rim.  Soon enough, I stand and fuck.  Keshawn stops sucking Fred, his concentration all on his hole as I push slowly into him.
    “Fuck him hard,” Fred murmurs.  “Make him take it.”
    I bottom out, my full bush, and my friend’s new jock, grinding into Keshawn’s wet hole.
    “Fuck me,” he groans, taking a long hit of poppers.
    I do.  Long strokes.  Slow.  Letting him feel every inch plowing into him.  Fred walks around and stands next to me, his eyes intent on my cock cleaving into Keshawn.  His hand goes down and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the fuck.  I hope he might crawl under me and lick my shaft as I fuck—but he’s not quite that adventurous. 
    I pull out, slapping my wet cock on Keshawn’s full ball sack.  I push right back in.  This actually causes both men to make an audible intake of  breath.  Keshawn’s groan fuels another popper hit.  Fred kneels to be at eye level for the fuck.
    I fuck Keshawn faster now, pummeling his ass.  Finally, I slow and go back to the deliberate strokes.  I suddenly pull out—and offer Fred my cock.  He cleans me—and then buries his face in Keshawn’s freshly fucked hole.  I bring my cock to Keshawn’s mouth, leaning in at the side of the sling.  “I’d rather eat ass, than suck cock,” says Fred, momentarily pulling off Keshawn to catch his breath.  I agree with—at least with as ass like Keshawn’s in front of me.
    Fred stands up and plows into Keshawn.  Keshawn stops sucking and locks eyes with Fred.  “Damn you feel good,” Fred mumbles.  “So wet.”  He fucks him hard, his thick body slamming into the man in the sling.
    Suddenly, Fred is winded.  He’s over-heating.  He pulls out and sits down on the couch for a minute.  I go back to eating Keshawn’s hole.  I wonder if Fred might have shot, but I can’t taste any cum. 
    Fred eventually comes back to the side of the sling to watch me fuck.  He’s lost his hardon.  Keshawn tries to suck him back to life.  It slowly happens as his body temperature returns to normal. 
    It might have been my fucking.  It might have been the cock erecting in his mouth.  Or both.  Something makes Keshawn reach down and begin stroking his cock like mad.  In moments he has shot all over his pubes and chest.
    I slow down.  My hand scoops up some of his load.  I pull out and smear his spunk all over my cock and push back into him.  I don’t have long to get off, he’ll become too sensitive any moment.
    “Use all that cum,” Fred murmurs, stroking himself now.
    I reach down and grab Keshawn’s poppers.  I really needed a little more time to plow—but maybe a hit will tip the scales.
    I take it.
    I eat his hole, tasting his load, as it drips out.
    I stand up, smear some more of his jizz on my cock and slide back in.
    Heaven.  It’s a smooth glide.  My pubes grind into his upturned ass.
    I pump.
    “Shoot inside him,” Fred mumbles.
    I am close—and it’s there.  I grab the top of the sling for support and let my balls empty into Keshawn’s cum soaked ass.  I let every drop seep out of me, before I go to my knees and taste our mixed loads…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 18, 2023
  6. FelchingPisser
    Northern Indiana—March, 2023
     
    My fuck bud Keshawn had invited me down to his place.  It’s a long drive, so I decided if I was seeing him on Sunday, I would just turn it into a sex weekend.  I decided I would look for some cock sucking the day before, stay the night closer to Indy and see him for our Sunday afternoon fuck.  It had been a long time since I’d cruised my favorite bookstore in northern Indiana, so it became my Saturday afternoon playground…
     
    The parking lot is packed.  I go in.  I ask for the ticket that gets me into both the booths and the cinema on the opposite side of the retail store.  I prefer to play in public than in booths, so I start there.  It’s dark.  It takes me a moment to see I am all alone.  A cuckold video is playing that is moderately hot.  I sit on the built in bench and haul out my cock.
    The curtain parts and a man comes in. He stands against the back wall.  My eyes have adjusted to the gloom.  He is my age, a little chunky, with thinning hair.  He pulls out his dick and strokes.  He walks forward, both hands covering his crotch and sits in a chair near my bench.
    I go to the floor in front of him.  He removes his hands.  It’s a very small cock—but it’s hard.  I suck him.
    “Careful of your teeth.”
    Now I am a good cocksucker.  I worry about my teeth when I try to suck Keshawn’s massive cock.  There is no way I have scraped this tiny little dick in my mouth.  I just continue on.  A guy comes in.  I keep working on the dick in front of me.  I hear him unzip and hear the guy I’m sucking begin to suck the newcomer.  There is nothing but the sound of slurping dick and an occasional moan as we suck.
    “Suck my sucker.”
    I stand up.  The new guy is also around my age and much better looking, with that chiseled, old Hollywood look.  I sit back on my bench and let him go to his knees.  Tiny dick sees my length for the first time as he stands up and feeds me again. 
    “Watch your teeth,” he murmurs, even though my lips are wrapped over them.  “You should fuck me.”
    I say nothing and just enjoy the man sucking my cock.
    “I really need to be fucked.”
    I pull off him.  “Are you prepped?”
    “You mean that pill?  No.”
    “I mean cleaned out.”
    He won’t answer that.  And sits back in his chair.  A young daddy type joins us.  He unzips and sticks a sizeable cock in Tiny Dick’s mouth.  TD sucks him, pulls off him, repeats his desire to be fucked—and the two go off to the booth area, across the store.
    My man pulls off me, his knees tired.  I reach for his dick.  “I should take a break” he says, “I don’t want to get off yet.” 
    He leaves and I stroke a bit before going over to the booths myself.  I see the young daddy headed to the bathroom to wash, scowling, his dick wrapped in paper towel.  I smile to myself, glad I dodged that bullet.
    I cruise the booths.  I pick the back one that has a glory hole in it.  I leave the door unlocked and stroke to better porn, but the other men seem to be busy.  When the five tokens I’ve used run out I head back to the theatre.  In the smallest booth possible, I pass a hot looking guy in his late 40’s, wearing a ball cap.  He has a wonderfully dark and full beard.  He strokes to straight porn with the door standing wide open.  But the booth is so small, no one can join him.  I nod to him and continue on the theatre.  I sit—and moments later, Ballcap shows up.  He has come direct from the service station where he must work.  He smells of oil and a good morning’s work. 
    He stands in front of me, blocking the screen.  “You suck?”
    I nod and go to my knees.  The smell of his workday is a total aphrodisiac to me.  He unzips and give me a girthy, cut dick.  My mouth envelops him.  He groans at the wet contact.  Every movement of my lips and tongue send either a shiver through him or elicit a moan.  He stands stock still and gives himself over to the pleasure.
    He is going to be a fast cum.  I can feel it.  His hairy balls are pulling up.  Only now does he touch my shoulders to keep me in place for the cumshot.  He fires into me a massive load of jizz.  I swallow.  And he seems really pleased at that.  I lick him clean, my hand around the base of his cock so he can’t pull away.  He is still panting, coming back to normal.
    “You guys know how to do it,” he murmurs as he shoves his deflated cock back into his work clothes…
    *
    The good-looking older man finds me in a booth.  He kneels and gives me some great head.  When his knees get tired, he stands and lets me do the same for him.  I work hard for his load, but he is obviously not as close as he was before.  He hears new men arrive and excuses himself.
    I am curious, too, so I button up and walk around.  Every connected glory hole booth is now filled and you can hear guys sucking.  I can’t see the man who just left me, so he must be in one of the three pairs of booths.  I meander back to the cinema.
    A truck driver type is standing behind the low wall, jerking to the shot of a woman getting a cum facial on the screen.  He sees me.  He steps out.  His dick is thick.  And uncut.  He walks right to me and touches my shoulder with just enough pressure that you know he expects me to go to my knees.  I don’t disappoint.
    “Suck my dick, man.   Take my load so I can get out of here.”
    Now I have to watch my teeth; he is so girthy, I can’t cover them well.  And he doesn’t care.  He is intent on fucking my face.  He moves my head just slightly to a the left.  This pleases him—he seems to go deeper into my throat.  His thick hands cover my ears, holding me in place as he fucks.  I worry that I can’t get enough air.  I try to move away to gasp in a breath, but he won’t have it.  He is close.  My tongue continues to work the underside of his cock.  It’s all I can manage—he won’t let me show off any of my skills.  I am just a mouth to plow.
    “Here, sucker.  Take it.”
    He begins to spew.  It’s not as large a load as the mechanics, but it is discharged with more force.  It bypasses my mouth.  He shoots down my throat, until the last spurt that lands on my tongue.
    “Swallow it,” he hisses.
    I do.  I begin to clean under his foreskin and for the first time he gives a moan of pleasure.
    Then he’s all business again, stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping up.
    He turns to go, but not before patting me on the shoulder.  “Nice…” he mumbles and is gone…
    *
    I decided to go too.  I didn’t really want to get off.  I wanted to save that for Keshawn’s hot ass tomorrow.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Sex Weekend: Cruising towards Indy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 15, 2023
  7. FelchingPisser

    Filling Up Rock

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—March, 2023
     
    Rock chatted with me on the fisting site.  He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet.  I was wrong.  He liked all that I had to offer:  a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports.  We quickly found a date that worked for both of us.  On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace.
    Right on time, Rock was at the front door.  He is tall—taller than me, so likely 6’4”.  He is thickly built, with dark blond hair.  He’s in his mid-20’s, but has a lot of sexual experience under his belt.  He also has a slightly goofy smile that makes him incredible charming.  And hot.
    He comes in.  He is sure of his clean out—so we head right down to the playroom.  I show him where to stow his clothes and go back up to get rid of mine.  I add the jock that I’m wearing to get dirty for an admirer and my boots.  I go back down—carrying the coconut oil.  Rock is waiting for me, naked, on his knees at the base of the sling.  I had given him no instruction about it—he just knew his place…
     
    I step forward, my covered mound of cock flesh rubbing against his face.  He groans as he begins to mouth the fabric.  He’s really hungry—and I want to feed him.  My cock hardens.  I release it from the jock and it stretches towards his mouth.  He takes about half my length in one gulp.  His mouth is hot, wet and experienced.  He gives really great head.  I pull out and bring that active tongue to my balls.  Instinctively, he knows to lick, not to try to suck them into his mouth.  Eventually, I lift them by pulling up on my dick, so he can bury his handsome face just below, them—where cock ring and balls meet.  It’s my turn to groan.
    “I need to eat your hole.  Get up on the bench.”
    Rock does as he’s told.  I kneel and my tongue pushes into his young pucker.  He groans and I hear poppers uncapped and inhaled.  I lick and prod.  He opens easily as the rush of fumes relaxes him even more.  I lube myself as I rim—and in moments, stand to fuck him for the first time.  He grunts as I slide in.  All of me.  In one long forward movement.
    “You have even more cock than your pictures show,” he pants.
    I just hold until I feel his muscles relax.  I begin the fuck.  Slow and easy.
    “Fuck me, Sir.”  He looks up into the mirror and sees me fucking.  “Can I call you Sir?”
    I nod—and pick up the tempo of the fuck.  Faster.  Harder.  Making Rock pant.
    I pull out.  “You want to taste your ass?”
    “Yes, Sir.  Love it.  Makes me feel really slutty.”
    I bring it to his face, while he’s still on the bench.  He licks his ass jizz off me—moaning in the back of his throat as he does it.  I go back to fuck.  I stay in him a little longer and repeat the ATM process afterwards.  This time, I tell him to clean my balls, too, as his hole is super wet now.  He savors each one.
    I go back to his upturned ass.  I slap his slightly gaped hole with my cock.  Piss spurts out, cascading down his moderately hairy ass crack.  I kneel and lick it up, pushing some of the pale piss into his hole.  I fuck him again.  This time the cleaning of my cock and balls gives him his first taste of my clear piss.
    I pull out the egg-headed dildo.  My cock has opened him, so it goes in with the merest hint of resistance.  I pull it down and slide my cock in with it.  He takes a hit as he realizes just how full he feels.  I repeat it again—this time with my cock under the toy.
    “Clean my cock over here.”  I toss the mat from the rimseat on the floor next to the bed.  I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed, my wet cock bouncing.  He scrambles off the bench and kneels on the mat.  He licks every millimeter of my cock and balls. 
    When his mouth is on my nuts, I will myself to piss.  I create a piss fountain that runs down my cock and unto my balls, where Rock can let it play on his tongue.  He groans out his appreciation.
    I lean forward and bring his head up from my crotch.  I kiss him, wanting to taste everything he is tasting.  It lasts for a long moment, as our tongues wetly explore, then I push his head back down again to my drooling cock…
    *
    As I’m adjusting the stirrups of the sling for his height, Rock says “I love how you fuck—and I love your piss.  If you want to skip the fisting, I am fine with just what we’ve been doing.”  I agree with him—I can’t keep my mouth out of his hole and I’d rather not have the industrial strength lube in my guts.
    I fuck him for the first time on his back.  I watch the pleasure I am giving him wash across his expressive face.
    I piss on his hole here.  I lick it up and bring some up to his mouth.  He gargles with it and doesn’t swallow, but lets it all flow out over his chin and chest.  I go back and lick it off him.
    I crank him open with the speculum.  I don’t think he’s had one in him before.  I finger his prostate.  And fuck with the device in place.  I pull out and send a splash of piss into his open hole.  Rock groans—and fuck the piss deep into his manhole.
    Now I want to really eat his ass.  I set up the rimseat and lie down.  This is a first for him.  He sits gingerly on my face.  My tongue slides deeply into his spread hole.  He gasps.  I mumble for him to hit his poppers.  He does and proceeds to babble as I lick his fucked-up-and-pissed-out hole.  My cock is achingly erect as I lick and spit on his puffy ass lips.
    Finally, I touch his thighs—telling him to get up.
    “I want to drink my piss from your ass.”
    “Fuck, Sir.  Please.”
    I have him lean on the fuck bench for the filling.  I fuck him for a moment, then stop—keeping my cock deep inside him.  I take a swig from my water bottle and piss begins to flow from my cock.  It fills his ass, bathing my cock in my hot juices.  When I run dry, I pull out and lie back in place under the seat.  I borrow his poppers and take a deep hit.  They hit just as he settles down above me.  My tongue finds his puffy ass lips.  I probe deep.   Nothing but a single drop of piss.  I do it again.  I hear Rock groan and he releases it all.  A piss cascade.  A slightly yellow waterfall is forced down my throat.  He is moaning loudly as he feels it all leave his body.  I had no idea I gave him quite so much—but all I can do is keep swallowing.
    He slowly goes to just a dribble, leaking from his ass.  My tongue works into him—and he really is empty now.  My cock is drooling—and Rock even mentions how hard I am.  I get him to stand.
    “In the sling.  I want to see your face as I breed you.”
    I am on a mission—I need to shoot in that hot ass.  I want him to have my DNA.  And now!
    He gets in, his legs on chains, not taking the time for stirrups.  I sink into him.  I fuck.  Hard.  Rock, who has quite a big cock, erects as I fuck.  He knows what’s coming.  I do one last rim—and I’m there.  I stand up and get my dick up his slick hole just in time.  I pump spurt after spurt into him.  I grab the top of the frame and just hang there—letting my cock marinate in his asscunt.
    “Fuck, Sir.  I swear I could feel it…”
    I let go and go to my knees.  I lick up the escaping cum.  I keep it in my mouth.  I stand up, lean across his chest and snowball our mixed juices into his hungry mouth…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Filling Up Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     April 10, 203
  8. FelchingPisser

    Circle Suck

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—March, 2023
     
    A Sunday afternoon, towards the middle of the month.  I went to the bookstore closest to me… 
     
    There are only a few cars in the lot.  I sigh.  I’m horny.  It’s been a full week since I have played.  I go in and exchange pleasantries with the young woman behind the counter.  I buy my ticket, piss and go into the straight theatre.  I’m surprised.  There are four guys here—one more than there were cars out in the lot.  I sit against the side wall as the seat along the back wall is filled.  Once I take out my dick, all four men resume stroking.  Well, well…
    I watch the movie.   I hear the guy in the back row get up.  Seconds later he taps me on the shoulder.  He’s a white guy, around my age and build, though his hard, dripping cock is not as big.  He touches my cheek with the wet head.  I crane around to suck him, but it’s uncomfortable—I just go to my knees in front of him.
    Instantly I am ringed by two other men, both stroking.  One is a Mexican I have not seen before, rather short and round.  The other is an older Black man who I often swap oral with after everyone else leaves.  I suck the white guy deep into my throat.  He pulls out of me and pushes my head over to the Mexican.  I suck his small, uncut cock for a moment, before my head is guided to the big Black cock I know quite well.  I suck—and groan deep in my throat.
    Once again, I am guided back to the first cock of the night.  The men are jerking when I am not on them—and breathing heavily.  I take the first guy into my mouth.  “Oh, fuck!” he groans.  He pulls out.  He shoots his load on my face—first shot to my cheek, the rest in my beard.  I grab his balls, hold him there and lick his cock head clean.
    “Take me,” grunts the Mexican. 
    I turn.  He goes between my lips.  Instantly he is firing off, bucking into my mouth.  I barely taste him as he shoots it all into the back of my throat.  He pulls out sheepishly, and turns fast so I can’t clean his foreskin.
    The Black man is turned on—he usually takes as long as I do to shoot.  Not tonight.  His cock goes into my mouth and he gives me a massive amount of cum.  Spurt after spurt of his jizz pools on my tongue.  I swallow it all and he allows me to clean him up.
    The three of them leave.  Maybe seven minutes have elapsed.  I sit back in my chair.  My cock is dripping, hard and angry looking.
    The last guy in the room stands up.  “That was hot,” he tells me.
    I can only nod as I try to get my breathing under control.
    He comes closer.  He’s white, late 30’s and very hairy.  Chest hair shows along his tee shirt neck line and his bare arms are covered.
    “I don’t want your mouth; I want you in my ass.”
    I can’t believe my luck.  He drops his jeans to the floor and bends over, leaning on one of the chair backs.  I go to my knees again, but this time to eat ass.  I love how hairy his crack is on my tongue. 
    “I cleaned deep, hoping you’d be here.” 
    I’m confused.  I didn’t think I’d ever seen this guy before.  But I just keep licking. 
    “Fuck me, stud.”
    I stand up and enter him.  He’s tight.  I still make it all the way in.  He pants—and squeezes down on my cock.
     “I’d love your load…”
    I slap his ass and keep fucking.  He arches his back—and I hear the popper bottle open.  He takes a hit.  I slap his ass and fuck him hard—through two more rounds of his poppers.
    I really want to taste his wet ass crack.  I pull out.  And he’s dirty.  My cock wilts and I go wash…
    *
    I am alone.  No one was in the gay theatre when I came back from the wash room—so I am watching the better video on the straight side, now in the seat on the back wall.  Moments like this are when I wish I could get off easier—I should have shot my load as I got the last cumshot from that circle of men.
    I sigh.  And stroke.
    The door opens.  A white guy, around my age with a shaved head, comes in.  He stands next to me.  We watch the video.  It’s Italian—and with rougher sex than is usually shown here.  Shaved Head tents up very fast.  He unzips—and is in my mouth in no time at all.  He’s thicker, but not long.  A nice change.  He sighs and reaches down to feel mine.
    “Hot,” he tells me.  And a few moments later he is on his knees giving me head.
    The door opens again.  A white guy in his 40’s ambles in, takes in the scene and walks over to me, unzipping.  His long thin cock is already hard, and there is so much foreskin, it has not retracted.  My tongue soon takes care of that.  Shaved Head glances up to see me with a cock in my mouth.  He grins and goes back to working harder on me.
    The next time he comes up for air, I touch the back of his head and bring him towards me.  I let him take a turn on Uncut.  I slip down and lick Uncut’s balls as Shaved Head sucks.  Uncut moans softly, drowned out by the woman wailing out her orgasm on the screen.
    We switch back.  Uncut is now in command.  He is thrusting into my mouth.  I recognize the urgency. 
    “You swallow?” he grunts out.
    I make some sort of affirmative sound around his moving cock.  He now groans and unloads.  Shaved Head stops sucking so he can watch me take it—and swallow it down.  Uncut load is salty—and not as copious as he makes it sound.  I clean up his cock head and let go of his balls.  The moment he moves away to zip up, Shaved Head stands up.
    “Take my load,” he grunts out.
    I lean forward and get one more load down my throat.  Copious and sweet.
    The two men leave together.
    The place is now dead.  I watch a little more, but I refuse to shoot for the benefit of the linoleum…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Circle Suck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    April 6, 2023
  9. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—March, 2023
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    The parking lot is very full.  I pay for my ticket and go into the lounge.  Many of the clientele here had resisted the change to the venue by staying home this last month—but they seem to be out in force today.  Sex is happening in one of the glory hole booths and behind two of the curtained cabanas.  Men are seated in the various areas, jerking themselves or groping at the mound of flesh under their trousers.  I sit on the comfortable couch where I can see four different screens, each showing a different type of porn.  I pull my cock out and stroke.
    I am soon joined by a man around my age who I have never seen before.  In moments, he is sucking my dick, happily jerking himself as he does it.   He deep throats me with ease and enjoys his thick spittle covering my cock when he pulls off me.
    “Don’t forget my balls.”
    He goes right to them, reveling in their scent.  He licks at them without being told.  And carefully takes them individually into his mouth, without the pain of trying to fit both inside at once.  As he comes up for air, he discovers the slight musk from the once pristine jock, now with the pouch pushed over to the side of my package.  He inhales deeply, reveling in its odor, before spreading the fabric over my wet balls.  He then proceeds to lick my balls through the fabric.  He jerks faster as he does this, huffing in the scent as though it is poppers.  In moments, he shoots on the floor.  He thanks me and takes off.  I reach down and swipe up some of his load and work it into the jock fabric, thinking I need to remember this moment and report it to the jock’s owner. 
    I give some head to an older man in the gay room.   When I stand up, he returns the favor.
    I hear sex happening down the hall.  I go investigate.   A gray-haired cocksucker I recognize from here, is kneeling between the legs of a dak haired guy in his 40’s.  I stand to the side and stroke.
    “You need to suck that big one,” the guy getting serviced says.  The cocksucker just picks up his pace on the dick in his mouth.  The guy in the chair beckons me over.  He takes my cock in his hand and hefts it.  “Fuck,” he mumbles.  Suddenly his grip tightens and he is shooting his load into his sucker’s mouth.  It goes on and on, it seems, from his grunting and panting.  No drop escapes the hungry man on his knees.
    The guy lets go of me and does himself up.  He ruffles the hair of the cocksucker and takes off.
    “Next?”  the cocksucker says, looking at me.
    I smile and sit down.  He goes down on me without another word.  The first guy was great.  This man is even better.  There is suction, there’s the load in his mouth and the even busier tongue.  I sigh and relax back into the seat.  The guy I’d sucked in the gay room now comes in to watch.  He unzips and gets his dick out again.  He stands to the side and strokes as he watches me being given expert head.
    I wave him over.  I want him in my mouth again while my cock is being worked on.  He seems to hesitate—and another man, tall and lanky, comes into the room.  He sees what’s happening and he pulls his cock out, too.  The first watcher looks at the new man, and then walks over and sticks his hard cock into mouth.  This makes the new man erect fully and begin to jerk.  I can’t pay too much attention to him as I need to work on the cock in deep in my throat.
    Another man walks in.  It’s the Marathoner, the tall lean man who is all top, but love for me to eat his ass.  He comes around to the other side of me.  I think he’s going to offer me his cock, so I can go from one to the other, but no, he’s just wants to jerk to the scene.  The other man who is not busy goes after the Marathoner, but he can’t get a taste either.  He settles for working the Marathoner’s nips.
    The man in my mouth is totally turned on by five men having sex in such a small space.  In just a few minutes, he is not letting me suck, but is fucking my face.  “I’m gonna cum.  You want my load?”
    I grunt an affirmative.  The man grabs my ears and forces his way deep into my throat.  He groans and gives me everything in his balls.  I can’t see it, but I hear the Marathoner lose a load all over the wall next to my chair.  The guy in my mouth can’t take my tongue cleaning him up.  He pulls out with a grunt and heads to the bathroom.  The Marathoner leaves, without making eye contact with me.  My cocksucker needs to get off his knees.  I help him up—and he heads out of the room, leaving me with the tall, lanky guy.
    “Let me get a taste of that,” he says softly.  I sit back down and let him suck me.  He’s fine.  Nowhere near as good as the two older men earlier.  But he’s doing well.  He rocks back on his heels.  “I would really rather have this up my ass.  You fuck?”
    “Sure.  You prepped for it?”  I hate asking, but at bookstores you never know…
    He nods.  “Why I’m here.”
    He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  There is no underwear of any kind.  I get up and he braces himself by bending over the chair and holding on to the back of it.  It’s a skinny ass that goes right along with his body type.  But there is a nicely haired ass crack.  He reaches behind him with one hand and pulls his cheek, showing me his hole.  I consider rimming but my wet cock just wants to explore him.  I push in.  He groans and takes me.  He’s tight without being too tight.  He relaxes almost instantly. 
    “Fuck me, man.  The harder the better.”
    I give him what he wants.  Long and hard.  I slap his ass—loving the contraction it causes, squeezing down on my cock.  I wonder idly if I am close.  The moment I think that thought my orgasm recedes.  I fuck until he asks for a break.  He pulls himself together and goes down to the booths in the basement.  I go to my car for lunch.
    When I come back in to the lounge, the crowd has thinned.  I find the tall lanky guy sitting watching porn.
    “You want my load?”
    He perks up and follows me back to the medical exam table.  He gets out of his shoes and pants and lies back, his feet in the stirrups.  His cock erects as I touch his ass.  This time I go to my knees and lick his fucked hole.   He groans, not expecting this at all.  I could swear I taste jizz inside.  Maybe he got lucky downstairs.  I rim (or felch?) a little.  He moans.  I stand up and push into him.
    “Fuck me.”
    My stroke is long and slow—letting him feel every inch.
    “Harder, please…fuck me like a cheap whore.”
    I try not to smirk and pick up the pace.  It’s been an active few hours and my cock is ready to explode.
    “Take it,” I grunt out and explode inside him.  I grab his hips and stop thrusting as I shoot. 
    I let go of him when I trust myself to move again.  I pull out.
    “Did you just cum inside me?”  I can’t tell if it’s just a check that I got off or if he’s upset. 
    “I did what you asked,” I answer as I wipe my cock onto my jock puch.  “I fucked you like a cheap whore…and cheap whores get an ass full of cum.”
    He smiles and lies back down on the medical exam table and fingers his cummy pucker…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Excellent Head and a Cheap Whore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 4, 2023
  10. FelchingPisser

    The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Chicago—February, 2023
    The next morning, Evan had to jump in the car and take off to see some friends.  I had to hit the road, too.  I was going to Chicago to see my favorite furry scent pig, Zane.   He came to my house in September, so I was more than pleased to be asked to his house, while his housemates were away.
    It was an uneventful drive into the city; the best kind to have.  Being a Saturday, I lucked out on traffic and got to his house in the middle of the afternoon.  We talked—finding it hard to keep our hands off each other.   We set up his sling and had an early dinner.  Zane sent me up to the bed, which was next to the sling, on the third floor.  He told me to close my eyes while he walked the dogs and got in the shower.   I did as I was told, fully dressed.  I actually dozed off…
     
    I am aware of someone near me, before I have a furry naked man, still damp from the shower, on top of me.  Zane unbuttons my shirt.  The moment it is open, his mouth finds my right pit.  He snuffles in it happily—and brings the taste to my mouth.  We kiss.  Lightly for a moment and then with growing urgency.  When he breaks free, he repeats the process with the other side.  This kiss becomes longer.  And I fully erect in my jeans, thanks to his squirming ass sitting on it all.  Zane feels it and grinds his naked ass on the denim.  Then he scoots down, unbuckling and unbuttoning.  He pulls my dick free and takes it deep into his throat.
    He finally comes up for air and comes back to kiss me.  He reaches back, as our mouths meet, and makes sure my rampant cock is in the furry valley between his butt cheeks.  I eventually pull out of the kiss.  I get rid of my clothes.  I find the new jock in my bag and step into it, telling Zane we need to work on getting it dirty.  My boots go back on.   Then I lie back down on the bed, spread eagled.
    “Now, suck my cock some more—before you sit on my face.”
    Zane gets right to it, kneeling between my splayed legs.  He sucks the dripping head,  He deep throats me; he licks my hairy balls, digging his tongue into the join of ball sack and cock ring.  Before long, he can’t help but come and settle that furry young ass on my face.  He grinds into me, panting out his need.
    “Get me good and wet for your dick,” he murmurs.
    This makes me stop stroking and concentrate on just my tongue reaming him out.  Zane moans.  The sound makes me work harder yet.  He finally pulls off me and takes his wet ass back to my dick.  He lowers himself onto my cock.
    “Fuck, I’m so full…”
    He sits for a moment, adjusting.  Now he begins riding me.  Moving higher off my dick with each bounce.  Over and over.
    Suddenly he pulls off me and the next thing I know, his ass is covering my face.  His freshly fucked hole is so open now.  My tongue roots around inside of me.  Zane moans.  He lets me rim for a long time, then slowly moves so we are chest to chest again.  And kissing, sharing the taste of ass juices and precum…
    *
    We’ve moved to the sling.  I am balls deep inside him.  I wait as he uncaps some poppers and takes a long hit.  The moment I see the cap go back on I am thrusting into him.  Fast and hard.  The sling frame groans and begins to sway.  I stand stock still and let the sling do the work.  It rocks back onto my cock and then off.  Over and over, a little less each time.  I grab the D-rings and push and pull it in the same way, while I stand still.  But soon enough, my hips take over and I am fucking him hard, his wet ass making delicious sounding slaps as my hips and his butt cheeks collide.
    I go to my knees and eat him out again.  He is a great ass lube producer.  I lick and spit and swallow.  I keep some of our juices in my mouth as I come up and slide my cock into him again.  I lean across his torso.  He opens his mouth and I dribble the juices into it.  We kiss once again.
    And I fuck.
    I force my cock into the pouch of the new jock.  I won’t all fit now, but I try.  I grind the still mostly white pouch against his ass.  Zane laughs, but the owner of the jock will be thrilled.  I take my cock out and go back inside him.
    I fuck.
    And fuck.
    A water break.
    I blindfold him.  I eat his pits out—and kiss him after each.  I eat his ass—and kiss him.  Sharing.  I fuck him.  I bring my cock to his mouth.  I feed him poppers—and fuck him again. 
    I go to my bag, telling him I am leaving him blindfolded for a moment.  I have brought the wrist and ankle restraints.  I buckle them on him as he lies there.  Ankles first.  Then wrists.  The blindfold comes off.  Zane loves the look of them on him.  I fuck him once more, briefly, before I get him up and out of the sling and to the bed.  He sits next to the hog tie clips.  He knows just what I want.  I clip his wrists to it.  He rolls onto his back, bringing his ankles up, so I can do the same there.  His hole is right there—my cock is rubbing it as I fasten his ankles.  It is the easiest thing in the world to slip into him.  I press the clip toward his chest.  His ass rolls up for a better angle.  We fuck with him bound and at my whim.
    I pull out for a moment and let his for appendages rest a moment.  Then I push it down to his chest and enter him again.  I fuck his wet ass relentlessly.  This time when I pull out, I slip down to the floor and soothe his hole with my tongue.
    “I want to do that to you.”
    “Hog-tie me?”  I ask.
    He grins and shakes his head.  “Eat your ass.”
    I release him.  He wants me in the sling, not on the bed.  I get in.  He hands me the poppers after he takes a long hit.  I wait for mine.  His tongue finds my hole.  It is electric.  I groan and take the hit.  I don’t get my ass eaten often—but I always let guys who love to do it.  Zane licks and spits and pokes into my hole.
    He kisses me.  Bringing the taste of my hole to my mouth.  I don’t want him to stop.
    Finally, we each take another hit and do it all again…
    *
    It is late now.
    We need to breed and go to bed.  Zane is back in the sling.  I bend, still inside him, and kiss him once more.  He feeds me poppers, knowing it will trigger me.  I begin to fuck…but I want his hole on my mouth.  I bend and lick his juicy ass.  It’s just what my cock needs.  I stand up and slide back in.
    “Breed me!”
    I can’t quite form words—I am so intent on my orgasm.  I thrust two, maybe six time—and I’m there.  I convulse, firing off what feels like a large amount of semen into his already wet hole.  I hang onto the top bars of the sling frame as Zane strokes his erection.  He splatters cum, as only a young man can, in a massive explosion, all over his hairy chest.  I let go and hold onto him.  Still not pulling out.  Marinating in his ass.
    We kiss.
    Finally, I pull out.  I drop to my knees and lick up the few drops of my load that is running out of him.  Zane moans—and I stand up to feed it to him…
     
    The original, with a pic of his hairy ass, is here:   From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     March 30, 2023
  11. FelchingPisser

    Evan Brings His Toys

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    My Playroom—February, 2023
    Evan came to the playroom on the last Friday night of the month.  He had found me on Asspig, the fisting site, a couple of years ago.  He lives two states away and has driven in each time we’ve met.  We play, eat dinner and then he spends the night on the bed in the playroom.  I think this is his fifth trip to see me.
    He had purchased some new toys.  I encouraged him to bring them.  I have my regular ones, but I know that he loves a variety of shapes and sizes up his ass.  He arrived late in the afternoon with a backpack full of goodies for the playroom…
    And flowers for me.  Really.  I don’t think any man has brought me a bouquet on a fisting date.  Usually, the only rosebuds in my house are the ones I help nurture while they are in the sling.
    Truthfully, I was touched.  And told him so. 
    Evan had a drink to relax him from the drive, while I sipped my tea.  We chatted about this and that as I hunted for a vase.  Something, I soon realized, I don’t have.
    Eventually he went off to check his clean out and I stripped down, after having found a 19th century pancake batter jug for the flowers…
     
    Evan has made it down to the playroom.  He is in a red jock—and kneeling expectantly.  He is a short man, fit, and has a lovely, pliable ass.  He may be all about his hole, but he loves my cock before fingers, hands and toys.  He pulls aside the still very clean jock I am grunging up for a friend.  He sucks me hard—and eagerly climbs up on the bench.  I snap a picture of his ass before I kneel and tongue his hole open.
    PIC
    My cock goes into him.  All of it.  He is so ready.  I fuck.
    PIC
    I ask if he wants to taste his ass.  He does.  Just the idea of it makes him shiver.  He licks me clean and I go back to fucking.   Soon enough I add the eggheaded dildo.
    “This is the one you add your cock with…?” he begins, but breaks off for a popper hit.  The toy glides home.  I stretch it down and add my cock.  He feels really full now.  I fuck.  I pull out, lift the toy up and slide in again, my dick now under the toy.  The first way feels better, so I go back to it.
    We fuck for quite some time.  When I need to catch my breath, I go to the speculum.  This is different for him—I usually use it in the sling, when he is on his back.  He likes the stretch and encourages me to open it just a little farther.  It is easily wide enough now to add my cock.  I fuck him again, this time stretched with the stainless steel.
    I close the speculum down and insert the small pink butt plug from my collection.  It is too small.  I upgrade to the bigger black one.  I want him to keep the stretch as we take a quick break and move to the sling…
    PIC
    *
    My hand is buried in his ass.  No more pictures now with my greasy paws.  I go back and forth between my left and right.  I add my cock when the left is already in him.  I curl my fingers around the shaft and jerk in his ass.  He groans out his appreciation.
    I start in on his toys.  Each time, I do the new toy and then go back to one hand or the other.  There is a very standard sized bright pink dildo molded as a cock.  I should have used it earlier, but he still enjoys the change.   I go on to one of the beautiful bronze silicone toys—sort of phallic with a large base—for that knotted feel.
    My cock demands some action, so I slip that black ass grommet over my erection.  This supersizes the thickness of my dick inside him.  Evan loves it—and tells me so through his popper haze.
    It’s on to two more of the bronze silicone toys, each bigger than the other.  It is fun watching his reaction as they go in.  He recognizes the feel of them, of course, but they feel different as another person uses them on him.  “Almost like they are brand new,” he murmurs, “with you inserting them.”
    He suggests some depth play, to take a break from the width stretch.  I go for my graduated balls. He takes the first two with ease, then I work the next two in slowly.  This is followed by my hand inching every deeper into him.  I finger the bend, the second hole, as we call it.  Evan is breathing fast—and we take another break.
    Still in the sling, we repeat the toys he liked the best. 
    Now, he wants to try the fire hydrant, the toy that was gifted to me by the Ginger Bear.  He takes most of it, but we can’t quite get it all inside, for his ass to snap shut on the thin shaft.
    I go back to my hand for a moment.   Evan thinks he may have had enough.
    The movie has run out.  We have been playing for three hours.
    We clean up and I take dinner out of the oven…
     
    The original, with the pics, is here:   From My Side of the Sling: Evan Brings His Toys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    March 27, 2023
  12. FelchingPisser

    CLAW: My First Horse Market

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    Cleveland—April, 2022
    I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths.  I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening.  I was going to my first Horse Market.  In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA.   There are very specific rules.  Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom).  No one can switch mid-party.  The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous.  There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. 
    The arrival time was 6:00pm.  The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity.  As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck.  (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!)  We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes.  I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots.  (After all, it was a leather weekend!)  My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back.
    The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play.  (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally.  CLAW rents it for the weekend.)  There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against.  We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares.  There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares.  The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours.  Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area.  They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another.
    One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type.  They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play.  Thank you!
    Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room.  The Mares were being led to place and hooded.  The tension amongst the Stallions was electric.  Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace…
     
    There are men everywhere.  Most are ass up.  A buffet of butt cheeks.  Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display:  a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt.  Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest.  Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt.  I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up.  We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first.  My hand caresses the hairy cheeks.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue.  My mare groans and thanks me.  I rear up and slide into his hole.
    “Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out.  But he takes me.  Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole.  Over and over.
    All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them.  The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan.  I love making eye contact with the other tops.  One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking.  I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion.  This induces the other tops to move around, too.  All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event.  This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock.  We fuck hard.  We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole…
    *
    One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him.  This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room.  They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal.  I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended.
    I have fucked all body types now.  There is only one white hood in the entire room.  I have seen only one man play with him so far.  I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up.  I let him feel the condom on me before I push in.  He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels.  I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him.  The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too.
    Only then do I go and fuck the howler…
    *
    I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees.  I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it.  It’s my shortest fuck.  I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks.   Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment.  Each hole willing and now all very wet…
    *
    The Stable Hands are being kept busy now.  Mares need breaks.  Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs.  I find the hairy man—I started with again.  He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass.  I fuck him again.  I tell him I was the first dick in him.  He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut.
    *
    The crowd has started to thin.  The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing.  I find another hairy guy in the main sling.  I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him.  The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut.  I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs.  My tongue digs into him.  I taste the mix of loads. 
    “How many?”  I ask.
    “Six, Sir…”  I slide in.  “Fuck!”
    I churn the loads and make them froth.  Two guys stand on either side and watch me work.  I pull out and make the pig clean my cock.  Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth.
    “I need to come,” says one of the watchers.  I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass.  I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig.
    I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig.  “How many now, boy?”
    “Nine, Sir.”
    I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth.  I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide.  He moans as the cum drips into his mouth.
    “I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him.
    I go down and eat him once more.  I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls.  I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole.  I fuck him hard.  And I’m there.  I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking.  He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest.
    The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads.  He is led away, cum dripping down his legs.  The room is almost clear.  There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking.  I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand.  The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started.  I walk over to him and stroke his ass.  I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again.
    “Can you taste my loads?” 
    I grunt an affirmative.  My tongue snakes deeper.  And damn, my cock wants to fuck again.  I stand up and slide into him.  I fuck in his slippery ass.  One stroke, four strokes. Eight.  And I shoot again.  I can’t believe it.  But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market…
     
    The origianl, with links to their site, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: My First Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 29.2022
  13. FelchingPisser

    "Can You Load Me?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—February, 2023
    My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit.  I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month…
     
    I am standing behind a very cute young man.  He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all.  He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home.  He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me.  He looks me in the face.  No reaction.  His eyes travel to my crotch.  And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre.
    I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first.  No one is there.  At all.  Why didn’t I just follow the college kid?  I go into the gay cinema.  I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out.  There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men.  One of the Black guys I recognize from here.  He always looks like he’s come here from the law office.  He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it.  The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard.  His cock is smaller, but still impressive.  As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand.
    I open my pants and pull out my dick.  The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up.  Only then do I look around the rest of the room.  The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too.  I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public.  He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too.  I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth.  He begins to suck me.  The three guys behind the door pause to watch.  The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet.
    Limits shows off his skills.  He licks my shaft.  He deep throats me.  He goes for my balls.  Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure.  Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue.  He groans and takes me down again.
    The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us.  He wants more than a hand.  I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door.  I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load.  Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us.  I gesture for him to come join us.  He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock.  He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat.  I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat.
    Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air.  His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time.  We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue.  That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum.   The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us.
    And suddenly he stops.  Limits get up and leaves the room.  Scraggly Beard goes after him.  I am left alone with the movie.  I sit down again and watch.  In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in.  He walks right up to me.
    “He says you fuck.  Will you fuck me?”
    “With pleasure…”
    Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat.  He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh.  He comes back to me.
    “You’re big—so let me sit on you.”
    He turns, his ass right in front of me.  I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin.  I hear him uncap his lube bottle.  I lean in and begin to lick his ass.  He gasps.
    “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans.  “Eat my ass out, man.”
    I do.  I can’t get enough of him.  I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face.  I never thought he’d want to get fucked.  His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue.  He grinds back into me.  I begin to tongue fuck him.  He groans again.
    Finally, he stands up straight.  He fingers his very wet hole with his lube.  He moves back to sit on me.  I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over.  I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are.
    He does.  I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up.
    “Go easy,” he mumbles.
    I push slightly.  His ass eats me up.  I just glide in.  SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. 
    Then: “Fuck me, stud!”
    I begin to pump into him.  His hand wraps around his cock.  He jerks in time to the fucking.
    “Like that?”
    “Love it, man.   You can fuck me anytime…”
    I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap.  His hole spasms around my cock.  He grunts and strokes himself faster.
    “Can you load me?”
    “Maybe.”  I am so fucking turned on.
    “I want to feel you shoot…”
    He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor.  His ass spasms with each ejaculation.  I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    March 24, 2023
  14. FelchingPisser

    The Perfect Scene

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—February, 2023
    Good sex can either me leave me totally sated or it can just make me want more.  The second bookstore trip had been fun and it just made me hornier as the week progressed.  I went to another city for more on Saturday afternoon.  The bookstore that had recently transformed the viewing stations into play areas had been slowly building a clientele.  They were out in force on Saturday…
     
    I am sitting in a chair watching some less than average straight porn.  But the distinguished looking man, with expertly coiffed grey hair, is giving me a terrific blow job.  He is on his knees between my splayed legs.  He had indicated he wanted to take me to one of the curtained cabanas, but the lure of my cock must have been too strong.  He is slurping noisily away on me, choking himself on purpose.
    The noise attracts men, of course.  They arrive one by one to watch from a few steps away—groping themselves.  No one makes a move to join us.  Suddenly the audience is just too much for my sucker.  He gets up and grabs my wrist, leading me into one of the cabanas.  He closes the curtains and unzips himself.  I turn the tables on him for a moment and suck him.  But he really doesn’t want that.  He wants my load—and says so as he pulls out of my mouth.  He kneels again, expectantly.  “You can suck it,” I tell him as he goes down on me, “but I just got here.  I don’t think I could possibly cum yet.”
    He tries to prove me wrong.  He adds his hand to the shaft as he sucks.  But it’s too tight.  He’s actually hurting me, not adding to the pleasure.  I tell him I need a break.  And I do, not just from his hand, but because the place is so active today.  I hate being shut away from the rest of the men.
    I take a tour.  There is a blow job happening on the overstuffed couch in the gay area.  Another in the Trans porn area.  Guys mill about—maybe a dozen of us.  I settle back in the chair I started in.  The porn loop is better now.  Instantly a Black guy, one of the viewers of my blow job out here, is on my dick.  He is likely mid-30’s.  He shucks his shirt, mid-suck, to reveal a well-built chest.  His cock is out and being stroked, but I really can see as his body blocks it.  He is good, if not great, with his mouth and tongue.  More enthusiasm than skill.
    And then he goes to my balls.  Fuck!  Now he’s great.  It’s a thick tongue and it is everywhere on my hairy sack—never applying too much pressure or trying to suck them into his mouth.  I stroke as he licks.  He pauses to raise my ball sack. He is now licking my perineum.  He makes hungry sounds as his tongue and saliva covers all my hair down there.
    Finally, he goes back to my dick.  But not for long.  His knees hurt him—and I help him stand.  His cock sways side to side and he rises.  It’s big and thick.  I suck it for a moment as he stands there.  But he is a true sucker, just like the first guy.  His pleasure is in giving.  He excuses himself and goes into the gay room. 
    The next time I see him, he is on his knees, going back and forth between two seated men on the couch…
    *
    I meet up with the tall, handsome white man I have fucked here before.  He is also the man who traded off on Kyle’s hole with me—his first time with someone who is FTM.  We hug.  He, surprisingly, leads me into a curtained cabana room, too.  He goes down on me.  He’s great.  He loves the fact that my balls are wet with someone else’s spit.  He adds his own, too, before taking me into an effortless deep throat.
    When he finally stands up, I suck his cock for a moment.  But my hands, resting on his hips, turn him around.  He knows what I want and bends slightly, grinding his ass crack against my face.  I lick his butt.   I get him good and wet.
    “You want my dick?”
    “Fuck, yes!”
    He leans farther over, supporting himself on the built in bench in the back wall of the cabana.  I keep tonguing his slowly opening hole.  He’s a tight fuck, for a man who loves it so much.  I tongue fuck him, leaving him moaning.
    “Stick your dick in me.”
    I slap my wet cock against his now wetter hole.  I push in—and he takes me, pushing back.  He is impaled on the first stroke with every inch I have to offer.  I stand still.  He huffs some poppers—and I begin to fuck.  He’s tight and wet.  His ass cheeks are hairy, which is a good enough reason for me to slap them, making his ass tighten down even more around my cock.  He beats his own dick like crazy as I fuck.
    “Don’t make me cum yet,” he whispers.
    I slow down.  Finally, I stop and pull out.  He pivots and cleans my cock up. 
    We hug again.
    I go wandering, but I know where I want to cum…
    *
    I am in the Trans room.  I am eyeing a man against the wall.  He stokes a slightly larger than average cock.  I nod to him.  He makes no move to me, he just keeps stroking.  A cubby guy arrives.  I recognized him from previous visits.  He settles right down to suck me.  He’s good, so I let him go at it.  I hope the guy against the wall with let me suck him at the same time.  But he just beats his cock faster.  My cocksucker has worked up a sweat.  He removes his shirt.  Now my hand keeps going from the back of his head to his hairy shoulder. 
    The talkative Black man, the unofficial greeter of this establishment and who is a fabulous cocksucker, pokes his head in.
    “You’re in good hands with him,” he grins.  “Or should I say mouth?”  He pats Hairy Back on the head.  “Treat him right.”  And he’s gone to find a dick to suck.
    Hairy Back is working every trick he knows on me, hoping for my load.  But I know where I want to shoot.  When HB’s knees tire, I go looking for my tall, handsome piece of ass.
    I find him in the same cabana, where he has left the curtain open.  The talkative cock sucker is doing him.  Tall & Handsome has lost all his clothes since I saw him last: they lie in a pile on the bench at the back.
    “Come in,” says Talkative.  I close the curtain, unbutton my pants and present him with a second big dick to suck.  He is delighted, of course, and goes back and forth between us.  At one point, both our drooling cock heads are in his mouth, rubbing against each other as he tongues us.
    Eventually, I go to my knees and begin eating Tall & Handsome’s ass while he’s being sucked.
    “You should fuck him,” Talkative says, coming off the big cock for air.
    I grunt an affirmative.  Tall & Handsome moans—whether it’s from the idea of my fucking him again or from my rimming or the cock sucking, I don’t know.  I love the taste of his hole after my earlier plowing.  I leave a lot of spit behind.
    I stand up to enter him.
    Hairy Back chooses that moment to push through the curtain.  He takes in what’s happening and steps up on the bench.  He drops his pants to his ankles.  Tall & Handsome now has HB’s dick in his mouth, Talkative’s mouth and tongue on his cock and me entering his ass.  He stops sucking long enough to groan out a “Fuck me!” before HB’s dick is shoved back in his mouth.
    It is the perfect moment for all of us.  Each of us are right where we should be.  I increase the pace of my fuck.  It’s going to take me no time at all.  I grab his hips and plow into his hairy butt.
    “Breed him!” whispers Hairy Back.  “Give him that load.”
    “You want my cum?” I bark out.
    Tall & Handsome grunts something affirmative around the dick in his mouth.  I pump faster.  Talkative has wormed his way between Tall & Handsome’s legs.  I suddenly feel his tongue on my balls and the underside of my shaft.
    Fuck!  I explode.  Deep in T & H.  Talkative goes back to sucking as I leave my dick in place, marinating in my load.  When I pull out, Talkative happily cleans me up.  I kneel and catch one drop of my cum oozing out of T & H.  I leave…with them all working to see who will shoot next…
     
    The original, and 1540 other posts, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Perfect Scene (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 22, 2023
  15. FelchingPisser

    Restraining Perry

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—February, 2023
    Perry, after his whoring out at the bookstore with slings , wanted some one-on-one fucking.  We chatted a little by text. He wanted to wear his cock cage.  I encouraged it.  He admitted some trick had scoffed at his little dick—and he’d found that a turn on.  I made a mental note.
    We set a date for the middle of the month.
     
    Perry is looking good.  He wonders the house a little, looking at the various antiques as we chat.  But soon enough he is stripping off in the playroom.  I go up to get rid of my clothes.  I have the new jock on again.  It has one nice streak of dried precum across the pouch.  I go down and have Perry take a picture. 
    I pull out the thick mat I use for the rimseat and place it by the bed.  He kneels, his cock cage full of his tiny dick.
    “Suck my cock.”
    He inhales deeply, his face pressed to the fabric, before he does anything.  He mouths the pouch a little.  I must be impatient, for I get my junk out myself.  He pleases me by licking my balls first.  Licking not sucking.  He leaves them very wet—which makes my cock totally stand up.  He hunkers down so his tongue can get under them.  He licks my perineum, too.  Groaning.  In the back of his throat.  As if he is tasting something incredible.  I am glad he loves the taste--for I feel the true smell/taste of a man is right there.  Six hours after my morning shower.  I groan, too as his tongue bathes me.
    He now works upwards, across the wet balls and up the shaft I have been lightly stroking.  I let his mouth take over.  I know I am precumming like crazy.  His tongue keeps returning to my piss slit, swabbing it clean.
    “Let me taste your hole.  Up on the bench.”
    Perry gets in place, checking that he can see himself in the mirror on the side wall.  I go to my knees and dive into his spread ass cheeks.  I wallow in the hairy crack and tongue drill his hole.  I don’t rim as long as some days—my cock is demanding to fuck.  I stand.  My big helmet head pushes in with a slight plop.  Perry pants—and, as his breathing returns to normal, I slide the rest of the way into his tight, wet hole.
    I fuck.  Slowly.  Long and deep.  Using every inch of my dick.
    “Fuck me harder, Sir.”
    I pick up the pace.  I love to hear the sound of my wet balls slapping against him as I pound away.
    I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours it.  Cleaning me thoroughly. 
    “Leave me wet, I want to go back without more lube.”
    Perry leaves plenty of spit on my dick.  I like watching it slip through his ass lips.  I fuck him just as hard the second time around, taking pictures as I do it…
    *
    Perry is in the sling.  Seeing the cock cage, I remember to mention his little dick.  How does he feel submitting to a man with a superior cock?  Does he open his hole to any man who’s bigger?
    Perry’s eyes gleam at each sentence.  He pushes back harder, rocking the sling into me.  I can just stand still and be impaled by his hungry ass.  As the momentum he created slows, I grab the D rings of the sling and pull it onto me.  Then push it back and pull it forward again.  Perry’s eyes are on the mirror above him, watching his ass be filled again and again.
    “Something new,” I tell him.  I unsnap one the ankle restraints from where they are hanging by the regular stirrups.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  And the same for the left.  “Stay there.”  I leave to lower the middle section of the fuck bench, so it becomes a padded table.  When I’m done, I help Perry out of the sling.   “Sit on the table and lie back, your ass right at the edge.  He rolls back, his head instinctively finding the small head piece there for him.  I grab my homemade spreader bar—a couple of clips on either end of a pipe.  I attach it to both his ankle restraints.  I pull the bar towards him and his ass rolls up into position.  “Hold this.”  Perry grabs it as I go to my knees for a little rimming and a slight re-lubing of my cock.
    I don’t spend long tonguing his fucked hole.  I spit in it a couple of times, stand, place my hands on the spreader bar and push my dick inside.  Perry gasps. It’s essentially the same position as the sling, but the feeling of being used must be so much stronger.  I push the bar towards his chest a little more.  His ass is pulled up for a fresh assault by my cock.
    I fuck him like this until I know I need to give his legs a break.
    “I want to feel your tongue on my balls again.” 
    I unclip the bar and get him up and off the table.  I get into the sling, suggesting he kneel on the mat he used before.  I spend a nice ten minutes of stroke time as Perry licks my balls and perineum once again.  Occasionally he stands up to deep throat my dick and then goes happily back to licking me.  Swabbing up all the fuck sweat I’ve generated from fucking him so hard…
    *
    “I want to try something else with you.”
    I am out of the sling and reaching for the wrist restraints.  He still happily wears the others.  I attach them to each of his wrists.  I let the back end of the sling down.  It sways, brushing the towel underneath it, hanging from just the front two chains.  I take Perry’s wrists and attach them to a clip that is dead center at the top of the sling frame.  His hands are now above his head.  I pull him back by the hips so he is hanging there, back arched and his legs spread.  His ass is prominently on display—and ready for me to do anything to it.
    I smack it with the palm of my hand.  The sound fills the room and Perry groans.  I go to my knees and eat his ass in this new position.  The helpless feeling of it is really getting into his head space.  His ass is so wet now.  I just add more and more spit.
    “You want my cock?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    I slap my very hard cock on his ass.  I spit on it, not because it needs more lube, but so he can hear me do it.  I grab him by the hips and enter him.  A little rougher than I mean to…Perry gasps and says:
    “Fuck me hard!”
    I do.  No warm up now.  Just thrusting with a desperate need to shoot my load…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Restraining Perry (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 14, 2023
    There is also an entry about making your own spreader bar:  From My Side of the Sling: Equipment Close-Up: The Spreader Bar (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   March 17, 2023
  16. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—February, 2023
     
    Here is another combined bookstore post, both taking place at the one nearest home. 
    The first was on a Sunday afternoon, a traditionally good time at this place.  But I, somehow missing it was Super Bowl Sunday, was pretty much alone in the place.  At least there was an entertaining wife swapping video for me to watch.  A good looking guy in his 40’s came in soon after it started.  I was seated in the back row.  He stood next to me, leaning against the wall.  But he didn’t want his cock sucked.  He didn’t grope himself.   He just split his time between watching me stroke and watching the foursome on the big screen television.
    Two scenes into the video, he asked politely if he could sit next to me.  He now watched me from a different angle. Forty-five minutes after he arrived, he finally reached out a tentative hand to touch my dick.  Before he made contact, he pulled back.  “May I touch you?”
    I nodded.
    He wrapped his fist around me, muttering something about how thick I felt.  He jerked me for the entire next scene of the video.  As the last scene started, he leaned over from where he was sitting and went down on me.  I dreaded it—thinking he’d be awful.  I was pleased he was not all teeth.  Nary a nick.   He didn’t stand a chance, with his limited technique, in getting me off, but it was pleasant.
    He stopped as the final orgasms happened in the movie.  I don’t know, but it’s possible, from the way he left, he had just shot in his underwear…
     
    The second time I went was on the following Wednesday afternoon.  I had yet another no-show for a session in the playroom.  I had been totally ghosted this time—down to the man blocking me on Recon.  I was horny, so I went, not thinking I’d find much to do…
     
    I am sitting on the straight side.  A handful of men are sprinkled around the room watching.  No action.  The movie is average at best.  The room feels darker than usual.  Maybe it’s because the video is fairly dark (well, for porn.)  I feel movement behind me—right at my shoulder.  It’s half of the gay couple who come here to watch each other suck guys off.  He moves around, kneels between my spread legs, lift his cloth mask and sucks me.  He’s good.  And it’s a great warm up.  He only stops when his knees wear out.
    As he stands up, I feel a man at my shoulder again.  I turn.  It’s a thin Black man I have never seen before.  His thin, rather stubby, cock is out and dripping in his fist.  He pushes it into my mouth.  Within ten seconds of his thrusting into me, I get his nut.  He acts like I just gave him the best blowjob ever.  He thanks me by squeezing my shoulder and takes off.
    There is not a murmur from anyone else in the room.  In fact, the four men left in here are trying hard not to look in my direction.  I push my hard-on into my pants and head for the gay side.  There are four men in here, too.  The moment I sit, a larger white guy, who often does me, surprises me and asks if I want his load.  I take it, in as short a time as I had the last guy.  This opens the flood gates for a mini-orgy.  A tall Black guy unzips, and before I can even uncap my water bottle, is offering me his bigger than average cock.  I take him.
    As he sighs out his pleasure, my hand is knock away from my own cock and someone swallows me down.  I have to really concentrate on the cock in my mouth; he’s thick enough I have to be careful of my teeth.  I must be doing something right, though, for the guy is pre-cumming like the proverbial faucet. 
    I glance down to see who is sucking me—a white bear has my dick in his mouth, but my balls are now being licked by mask guy. who sucked me earlier.  As this registers, the two suckers shift, so mask guy is deep throating me and the bear is lapping on my hairy balls.
    “You swallow, right?”
    As if he didn’t know—he just watched me do it—but I grunt something affirmative sounding. 
    He begins fucking my mouth.  “Take it,” he grunts.  
    It’s a big load.  I swallow and clean his cock.  He stands stock still and let’s me lick off every drop on his wilting dick.
    He leaves. 
    The bear who’s been on my balls stands up and gives me his dick.  I suck him, but he goes semi soft fairly fast.  He goes back to what he actually prefers—sucking me.  Mask guy welcomes him back down there. 
    The door opens.  It’s Flared Head, from my last bookstore write up.  He grins, seeing me being serviced by two men.  He unzips and sticks that thick black cock, with the huge flared head, into my mouth.
    “Suck me like you did before,” he moans.
    I do my best.  Suddenly Flared Head pulls out of my mouth.  He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants to his ankles.  “Lick my balls,” he commands.  They are wonderfully fragrant as I take them into my mouth.
    The door opens.  A white man I recognize as a jerker walks in.  We are everything he hopes to find here.  Two white men on my cock and balls and a big Black cock in my mouth.  He unzips and jerks his regulation cock to all our action.
    Flared Head pulls out of my mouth again and leans down to whisper in my ear.  “Come to the booth, I want to fuck you.”
    I shake my head.  He sighs—and sticks his cock back in my mouth.
    The jerker groans and shoots all over the floor.  Flared Head fucks my mouth.  Suddenly, I can’t control my own orgasm anymore.  I give the bear on the floor my load.  Blast after blast.  Flared Head pulls out of my mouth, pulls up his pants and goes out to look for an actual bottom.  I look down at the Bear and Masked Guy.  The Bear, who got the load shot in his mouth, is letting Masked Guy clean my dick so he can get some jizz, too…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: You Never Know: Two Trips to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    March 20, 2023
  17. FelchingPisser

    “Please, Just Go Slow…”

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—February, 2023
     
    He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites.  He liked my dick pics.  Of course.  He was eager to make the drive to the playroom.  He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule.
    Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.)  He was nervous.  I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same.
    I put on a new jock.  Pristine.  It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him.  I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. 
    Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another.  He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed.  He tried to smile…
     
    “Are you alright?” I ask.
    “Sure.  It’s been a while…”
    “Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand.
    “Since I’ve got fucked.  I’m more of a cocksucker.”
    “Then why don’t we start there.  Get me hard.”  He goes to his knees in front of me.  “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.”
    He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric.  My cock begins to swell.  I let him take me out.  He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker.  I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard.
    Finally, he pulls off my cock.  “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base.  “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. 
    I don’t respond.  I just fuck his face.  It’s my turn to be in charge.  I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath.
    “Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench?
    Judd climbs aboard.  He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting.  “Please, just go slow…”
    I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue.  I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole.  He gasps.  I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open.  I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up.  This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way.  I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time.
    I stand and begin to enter him.  It’s work—but the head pops in.  I pull it right back out and go back to my knees.  My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax.  I try again with my cock.  I bury maybe two inches in him this time.  I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug.  He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in.  I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand.
    “Try your dick again.”
    I pull out the toy.  And my cock sinks home.  He pants—and takes me.  I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock.  He groans and takes all of me. 
    I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?”
    “Yes, please, Sir.”
    I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices.  I think he is surprised how much he loves this.  We end up doing it every time I pull out.
    I use the speculum on him.  I want him just slightly looser.  He loves my finger in him after each crank open.  He really loves when I fuck him with it in place.  I remove it and fuck him again.  Now his hole is just how I want it:  tight, but accommodating.  He cleans me up again before we move to the sling.
    “Stirrups?”
    “Yes, please.” 
    I get his ankles in place.  Judd can’t take his eyes off himself.  He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels.  I take the opportunity to piss on his hole.  He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him.
    I fuck him.  Harder now.  The chains rattle.
    I use the egg-headed dildo.  He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud.  I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd.
    It’s back to just my dick.  His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling.
    “Fucker me harder, Sir.  I can take it.”
    So I do. 
    And he can.
    I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass.
    I fuck again.  I stop, still fully in him.
    “Where would you like to get bred?  Here or the bench?
    He thinks for a millisecond.  “The bench.  I feel even more used over there.”
    I get him out of the sling and onto the bench.  I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers.  I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool.  I am so ready to breed. 
    “I want your load, Sir…”
    “I know you do,” I say, standing up.  I slide in.  I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now.
    “Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me.  He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow.
    And I’m there.  I cum—spurt and spurt…
    *
    Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower.  I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress.
    “I saw you once before…”
    “Oh?”
    “Up in Lansing.  You came into a gloryhole booth I was using.  Your cock was out and hard—just like today.  But I didn’t get to suck it.  You were distracted by someone else.”
    I have no memory of this.
    “But I sure had it today.”
    He did indeed…
     
    The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   March 11, 2023
  18. FelchingPisser
    One of my vague New Year’s resolutions, was to get more new men from my area to the playroom.  It has not gone well.  I have had a couple (and we have had fun), but I have had far more cancellations than men following through.  This is not really a surprise but, when they do cancel, especially without any kind of word to me beforehand, it sends me to the bookstore more often.
    Which, of course, means I can strike out there more times, too. 
    Here are three visits to two different establishments.  Two misses and a hit.  I might have chosen to not write up the first two at all, but I have always told you the truth, so here they are…
     
    Near Home—January, 2023
    It’s Sunday afternoon, the last Sunday of the month and a man, gung-ho online, has not shown up.   No word at all.  I give him half an hour before I go off to the bookstore closest to me.  The parking lot is almost empty—which surprises me—Sunday afternoon is often a good time here.  I go in anyway, it only takes one man, after all.
    I sit alone in the straight theatre.  I hear the scuffling of feet next door.   I decide to go see who is there.  It is a larger Black man—the guy who loves to fuck my face—choking me with his last half inch.  He smiles.  I suck.  I choke.  He may even have cum, but he is so deep in my throat I can’t tell.  I have enjoyed him before.  Today he’s just in a hurry.  No sense of connection.  He leaves.
    One other man comes in during my time there.  He gives me toothy head until I ask him to stop.
    I go home...
     
    Jackson—February, 2023
    It’s the first day of the new month.  I had learned late the night before that a new playmate was down with the flu.  He found time and enough energy to send me a text 18 hours before he was due here.  You know, how we’re supposed to do cancel.  I will see him another time I’m sure…
    I go off to the bookstore with the new set up.  It’s mid-week, at noon.  More cars are here, but not men who want to engage.  One man blows me until I’m really wet and sits on my cock.  I stop him as I feel something is odd.  He is bleeding as he pulls off me.  Not a little, but a lot.  We clean up—and I head home.
     
    Near Home—February, 2023
    I decide to try Sunday afternoon again at the bookstore closest to me.  What a difference a week makes…
    A man I have known for years is sucking my cock.  I am sitting against the back wall on the straight video side, in the cocksucker’s seat.  The man, a good fifteen years younger than me, is on the floor squirming between my legs as he sucks, and occasionally jacks, my cock.  Other men sit around and watch the video, casting an occasional glance back at us.
    My sucker comes up for air.  “Man, I would like to get you off.”
    “I just got here, there’s no way—but it feels great.”
    “I have never seen you shoot…”
    “You always cum before I am even close,” I remind him in a low whisper.
    He nods and goes back to work, deliberately taking his left hand off his own cock.
    More people arrive.  Three guys lean against the back wall and watch me being serviced, but no one pulls out their dick.  A fourth guy, young and thin with a mass of curly hair that covers his face, is standing by the door.  He swivels his head from watching the video to watching me.  My cocksucker takes another break and sees the curly haired guy.
    “You should let him suck your dick.  Shall I ask him?” 
    I shrug.
    He gets up and goes over to talk to the young guy.  From his body language, I can tell he knows him—at least from here.  He points to me and the guy with the curls nods.  He is led over and kneels, taking up dick duty as the original sucker sits next to me and jacks himself.
    “Suck him good,” the first guy hisses at the young man.
    And he is.  He’s great.  Much better than the fairly good head I was getting before.  I sigh and spread my legs wider.
    The door opens.  A younger Black guy comes in.  I don’t think I’ve seen him before.  His eyes light up when he sees sex happening.  He comes over and leans on the back wall, pushing in so he is right next to me.    His cock comes out.   Hard.  He is around my size, with an even bigger flared cockhead.  He jerks, watching the guy with curls bop up and down on me.
    I turn towards the new arrival.  He sticks his cock in my mouth.  You can feel the ‘heat’ of the room go up a notch.  Guys around us begin to grope themselves.  A guy behind the kid in my mouth, goes down on his knees to suck someone on the back wall.
    Flared Head groans as my tongue finds his big piss slit.  This makes my new cock sucker look up and I see his face for the first time.  It’s the guy who used to make me go into the cubicles for sex—and I used to push his limits by making him suck me or get his ass eaten for all to see.  His hair was so much shorter back then.  Well, well…
    I go back to sucking—and so does he.  The next time Limits comes up for air, I push him onto the cock I have been sucking.  He takes the new cock willingly into his mouth as I scootch down in the chair to lick Flared Head’s balls.  My cock drools as I take in the slightly acrid aroma of his nuts.
    Limits pulls off the cock and nudges me to take back over.  He does me for a bit as I go back to sucking, then he comes back up so both our mouths are on the large cock.  We do the one-on- each-side-of-the-cock-slide move, then the you-suck-cock-and-I’ll-lick-balls swap.  Back and forth we go. Now it’s one of us on his cock and the other on his balls.  Licking, sucking, swabbing tongues trading places…
    At this point, my original sucker gets off.  He lets his cum fly all over the floor. 
    We also decide to go over to the gay side (perhaps to avoid the jizz puddle).  The moment the door closes, we do the same sort of cock sharing there in the back corner.  Eventually we go find a chair.  Flared Head sits and Limits gets on all fours to suck him.  I pull Limits pants down and begin rimming his ass.  He has a fair amount of dark hair in his crack and I begin matting it with my tongue.  He squirms—it makes him suck harder on the dick in front of him.  I have not eaten this ass since Covid, so I love getting reacquainted with it.  I have the hole beginning to gape just a little after ten minutes of slurping and probing.
    “Suck his cock now,” commands Flared Head.  He gets up and I sit in the chair.  I wonder if Flared Head will take my place, but he stands against the wall, jerking, as he watches Limits start with tonguing my balls as I jerk my dick.  Soon I am deep inside his mouth.  I am willing to suck Flared Head again, but he shakes his head—he just wants to watch.  He does eventually move away, standing behind Limits bare ass.  He strokes harder as he really takes in how matted I left the hair.  I can tell he wants to fuck…
    He kneels where I was, between Limits legs, so he can get a closer look at his wet hole.  His hand touches Limits ass, making him squirm.  Limits stops a probing finger from Flared Head.  He’s oral only today.  Damn.
    Flared Head stands up.  He gestures for me to join him.  We stand side by side.  I work Flared Head’s nipples as Limits sucks first one, then the other of us—back and forth, in a good rhythm, so we are barely jerking ourselves for very long.
    “Cum on my dick for him.”
    I jerk, as Limits licks my balls.  He goes back to the other dick.  I concentrate on how hot the ebony flesh looks in his mouth.  Bingo.  I am close.  I grunt.  Limits instantly goes back to my balls and tongues them.
    “Suck his cock,” I bark. 
    He does.
    “Fuck!”  I shoot.  It’s a big load after all the stimulation today (and bad sex the rest of the week.) My cum covers Flared Head’s cock shaft.  I direct the final spurt onto Limits’ tongue, paused on Flared Head’s big flared head.  FH grabs the back of our cock sucker’s head and pulls him onto the gooey mess.  There is no resistance.  I watch my load be swallowed. He cleans every drop of me off the big cock…
     
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/try-and-try-again-three-trips-to.html     March 8, 2023
  19. FelchingPisser

    "This Is Pig Play, Right?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—January, 2023
     
    Towards the end of the month, I got a text from Jack.  He is the bear I’d met at the bookstore, but who has also gotten well fucked in the playroom.  He was horny.  He’d been away on a short sex vacation but was in need of more.  I was happy to have him back. 
    He is always eager.  We’d set a 1pm play time—and he was at my door a good 10 minutes early.  I was ready for him.  I took him downstairs, reminded him to put his clothes on the chair, not the bed—and went upstairs to strip myself…
     
    Jack is already on his knees as I come in the playroom door.  He is at the base of the bench, hands behind his back, his eyes riveted to the bulge in my yellowed jock.   I walk over.  The pouch of my jock is at the perfect height to bury his face in it.  He inhales deeply and makes a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat.  His tongue snakes out and begins to lick the stained fabric.  I let him get the jock good and wet before I work my balls free of the fabric.
    “Lick them—don’t suck.”
    He does.  Hungrily. 
    “Now, carefully, into your mouth.  One at a time.”
    He follows my directions.  He sucks gently on them, leaving the hairy orbs good and wet.  Only now do I get my cock out of the jock.  It is swollen, but once free of the fabric it erects.  The angry red head is drooling and slaps him on the cheek.
    “Suck it.”
    He does.  Really well—just like when we first met.  Eventually I grab him by the ears and face fuck him, giving him about three quarters of my length.  His cock, swinging free, begins to drool as I do this.  I pull out and turn around.  I reach behind me and pull his face into my ass cheeks.  He mumbles his thanks as he rims me for the first time today, making me groan as I see myself in the mirror directly in front of me.
    “I need to do that to you.  Up on the bench.”
    Jack scrambles up.  It’s my turn to kneel and tongue his muscle butt.  I push my spit deep into his ass.  He is groaning now, telling me he can’t wait for my dick to be inside him.  I stand up, cock lubed and ready.  I push in.  He flowers open and I sink in, about half my length.  A steady push and now I’m balls deep.
    “Fuck, you always feel bigger than I remember,” he mutters. 
    I hold a moment and then begin to fuck.  Slow and deep.  Then faster and faster.  I pull out and Jack begs to taste his ass on my cock.  It’s where I was headed—I want him to savor his ass juices.  “Taste your ass,” I grunt out as he slobbers on my dick.  “Leave it good and wet—I’m not going to add any more lube.”  He leaves me slick and dripping.  I walk around and slide back into his hole.  This time the fuck is faster and harder.  He cleans me with his mouth once again when I pull out.
    I unsnap the restraints hanging at the four corners of the sling.  I buckle them on his wrists and ankles.  This is new for him.  His cock hardens again as I do it.  I get him up and lower the middle of the fuck bench until it becomes a padded table.
    “On your back, ass right at the edge.”
    I make a quickly calculation  that I don’t think he’s quite flexible enough for the hogtie—all four pulled together.  I grab the spreader bar instead.  I fasten it to his ankle restraints.  I give it to him to pull his legs into the air.  “Fuck, yes….” he hisses. I kneel and spit on his hole, twice.  I stand, grabbing the bar and rolling his ass back and up to a slightly better angle.  I line up my cock with his now puffy ass lips.  I push forward and he takes every inch of me.  I lean in and fuck him hard.  I love the sound of how wet his hole has become.  He looks down at the mirror on the wall.  It’s placed carefully so he can see me rail into him.  Over and over. 
    When I sense he might be tiring, I pull out and let his legs down to the floor before I unclip them from the bar. 
    “You want me in the sling?”
    He knows my routine too, well, so…”No, I’m getting in the sling and you are going to eat my ass.  This makes him even happier.  I get the foam mat from the rimseat and place it on the floor at the business end of the sling.  I know how long we are both going to want him down there.  I get up and into it.  I have saved some poppers in the freezer just for this moment.  I wait for his tongue to start licking on my tight pucker before I take the first hit.  The moment the cap is back on the bottle I begin babbling how good he is making me feel.  He grunts and tries harder, licking up and down my ass crack.
    My cock is rock hard.  And I need to piss.  I point it straight up and let it rain down on his face and my balls.  I am a veritable piss fountain.  I am giving him way more than I expected.  He grunts out his appreciation and licks it all up.  I love going from dry to damp with his saliva to wet with piss to damp again.
    “Remember, you can piss on my ass too, if you have any.”
    Last time he couldn’t let his piss fly.  But today is different.  He stands up and lets out a steady stream of piss, covering my balls before letting the last of it zero in on my asshole.  The moment his stream peters out, he is back on his knees and licking me clean. I take a second hit and revel in his mouth worshipping my hole, all while catching the steady drip of his piss from my balls onto his tongue.
    “I have more piss,” he mumbles into my ass.  “Can I do it again?”
    “Fuck, yes!”  I take a hit.  He pisses again, a much weaker stream, down my ass crack.  He licks me clean, saving some piss in his mouth.  He comes around the side of the sling and we yellow ball his piss back and forth in our mouths…
    *
    Jack is in the sling now.  I am fucking him.  I have used a couple of toys on him.  The egg-headed dildo, of course.  With my dick alongside.    First above the toy, then under it.  Jack has asked for the black butt plug.  At this point, he takes it smoothly and easily. 
    I am now fucking to get off, hammering his ass.  Suddenly, I pull out.  It’s my turn to piss on his balls and hole.  I lick it up and move to the side of the sling.  He opens his mouth and this time I let it dribble out of mine in a piss waterfall, landing on his tongue.  He gurgles and swallows.  I give him my dick to clean, too.
    I move back to his ass.  “It’s time to breed you.”
    He groans an affirmative. 
    I fuck.  Harder.
    I eat his piss-y hole and jerk my cock.  So damn close.
    I stand up, slide in and begin to pump.
    “Knock me up,” he grunts out.
    And I do.  Blast after blast of cum deep inside his guts. 
    I stay in place a long time, marinating in my cum.  Finally, I pull out.  Just the tiniest trickle of cum comes with me, the rest being so deep.  I lick it up, before standing and leaning across him and drooling the few drops into his open mouth.
    I towel his ass down a little before he moves.
    “So,” he says, “I keep reading about it online.  This is pig play, right?”
    I kneel, burrow my tongue into his ass again, then bring it to his mouth before I answer…
     
    The original is here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/this-is-pig-play-right.html    March 5, 2023
  20. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—January, 2023
    During the third week of January, I was hit with a couple of cancellations.  The first guy (someone new to the playroom) didn’t bother to write or text me he wasn’t coming; he just left me hanging.  Then, in a week or so, he wondered why I was rather short with him when he wrote once again, horny and ready.  I did not reschedule.
    The second was Osvaldo.  We were going to meet at CumUnion as we had in the past.  He was not feeling well—and distressed, thinking he shouldn’t go.  I agreed with him and we both stayed home, with promises to play once he was back to normal.  (I wanted to forward out texts to the no-show and show him how easy that was to do—and how it didn’t hurt anyone’s chances for a make-up session.)
    I thought about going to CumUnion alone, but it was one of those snowy Saturday nights in Michigan, where staying home with hot tea and a book, can be the better idea.  I decided, that if the weather cleared, to spend a Sunday afternoon at the bookstore that had just refurbished its viewing areas into play spaces.   The sun came out—and I made the drive…
     
    There are not many cars as I arrive, but a few are scattered around the lot.  I go into the lounge.  A man is groping himself as he watches the gay video.  Someone is also standing in the Trans room, looking bored.  I go and sit in the seating area where I can see four screens—all showing different types of videos.  I unbutton and stroke.  Both men I had previously scouted meander by, but they show no interest.
    The main door opens.  A fit white guy in his 40’s, wearing a red sweatshirt, comes into view.  He watches the largest screen for a minute.  He turns and sees me.  We nod to each other and he unzips.  Out comes a bigger than average cut cock. 
    He walks confidently over to me.  “Suck me, man.”
    I scoot down in my seat to get to his level and take him into my mouth.  The moment I do the door bangs open again—but it doesn’t spook the guy I am pleasuring.  He runs his hand over my cropped hair and tells me how good I am making him feel.
    My hand is batted away from my own cock.  One of the men who just came in must want it.  I sneak a glance down and it’s a cute and chunky young man with a shaved head, and I’m soon to learn, a ton of tats on his arms.  He is doing a good job sucking me and stroking himself.  A 50-ish bear is watching us.  He has his stubby dick out, too.
    Red Sweatshirt takes a step towards my sucker.  I touch his shaved head and move him from my dick to Red Sweatshirt’s wet one.  He grunts his pleasure in having another big dick in his mouth.  I squirm out of my chair and suck on the Bear.  He gives me his dick for about 30 seconds before he pulls out of me with “I can’t—or I’ll blow.”
    I move back to Red Sweatshirt.  Shaved Head grins and we share his cock—one on each side—stroking it with our lips and tongues.  SH pushes it into my mouth.  I suck him for a moment—then my tongue pushes him back into SH’s mouth.  We go back and forth for quite some time.  When I am given Red Sweatshirt’s dick once again, Shaved Head moves down to suck my cock.
    The Bear jerks to the live sex show happening in front of him.
    Shaved Head is really doing wonders for my dick in this new position (and likely as I have a dick in my mouth at the same time.)  His tongue keeps coaxing precum out of me.  On his own volition, he comes back up and joins me once again for another round of double sucking on Red Sweatshirt.
    “Someone want my load?” grunts out the Bear.
    I swing around and take him into my mouth just in time.  It’s not big, but sweet.  As I move back to the guys I left, Red Sweatshirt pulls away.  He may not like the idea of cum in my mouth—or he may just need a break.
    “Let me suck you properly,” mumbles Shaved Head.  I sit back in the chair.  He strips off his winter coat and then a flannel shirt, revealing his tatted arms and chest.  “I wish I’d known you were going to be here,” he says, his fingers circling my balls, “and I’d have cleaned out.  Damn, I want this fucker in my ass.”  He kisses my balls and goes back down on me.  He unzips and strokes himself this time.  I let him suck me until his knees get tired.
    Together we go into the gay video room, our cocks out and swinging.  A short, elfin man is there.  I recognize him from the gay campground.  He asks if I want to fuck.  I nod and we go to the exam table.  Shaved Head follows.  The guy from the campground strips and lays on the table.  I eat his ass as Shaved Head sucks his cock.  I rise up and enter him.  I fuck, slow and easy.  I can't help building my speed as I see the fuckee’s balls tighten.  He’s going to blow in Shaved Head’s mouth.  Any minute.  With a cry, he does just that.  I pull out and go to my knees to rim his fucked ass.  Shaved Head cleans him up thoroughly, but leaves a little cum on the man’s balls for me…
    *
    Later.
    Shaved Head has gone down to the arcade.  I am in the gay video room sucking the cock of slender guy in his late 50’s.  He has a lot of stubble on his chiseled face.  Another man has come in to watch.  He sits on the couch next to the guy and strokes.
    Feeling generous, I ask if the stroker if he wants a turn on this guy’s long, thin dick.
    He does.  I lick the man’s balls as the stroker sucks him.
    “What I really want,” says the man we’re working on, “is to get fucked by that big dick of yours.”
    I stand up.  The guy sucking stops and goes back to stroking.  The man stands and drops his pants altogether.  I fold them for him as he turns around and bends over.  I dive into his butt crack.  He mutters a surprised--and then pleased—exclamation.   I get his hole wet, a hole that has obviously taken a lot of abuse over the years.  I stand up.
    “Bare?”
    “You bet.”
    I slide into him in one easy stroke.  He does a practiced, welcoming squeeze.  It’s my turn to moan.
    "Fuck him hard,” says the onlooker.
    I speed up.  Faster than usual.  I can feel my balls tighten.  I suddenly know I’m going to breed.  And it’s going to be pretty damn soon.
    “That’s the way…” the onlooker coaches.  His own hand is flying over his diminutive cock.  My partner is panting.
    “You want my load?”
    “In my ass or in my mouth, I don’t care.”
    I know where I want to shoot.  I pump harder.
    “Breed me with that big dick...”
    I am almost there.  Two or three more strokes and I fire inside him.  I shake as my dick goes off.  Without thinking, I sink to my knees and begin eating the hole I just bred.  The guy groans—delighted at my tongue replacing my dick. 
    My cock won’t go down—it says tumescent even after the explosion.  I jerk as I felch.
    I rock back on my heels.  The bottom turns around and sits, still panting.  I stand up.  My cock is going to go off again.  I lean in and spray two weak splats of jizz onto the surprised bottom’s chin…
     
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/lucking-into-just-right-mix-of-men.html     March 2, 2023
  21. FelchingPisser

    Stretching Derrick

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    West Michigan—January, 2023
    I have known Derrick for around 20 years.  I can’t say that about too many of my sex partners.  I think we met at a sex party.  (Surprise!)  This was long before Jacob was in his life.  We played there.  We played at his house a few times…and drifted apart for a bit. 
    It was Derrick who reached out to me once he was partnered.  Jacob loved assplay and was wanting to explore fisting and Derrick’s hands were too big.  Could I help—with my smaller, flexible hands?  I could.  And did.  And one of the most satisfying relationships of my sex life was born. 
    It was hardly surprising that we got off track with covid.  But we have started up our Sunday afternoons again, about once a month.  And we picked up like we had never paused…
    All this is to say I was surprised to hear from Derrick in the middle of the month as I was pretty sure Jacob was away with work.  Indeed, he was out of the country and had told Derrick to reach out to me for some play if he got randy.  Would I be interested?
    I tossed a couple of toys in my bag and was out the door…
     
    There has been a little small talk, but now we are stripped and sitting on the couch in the study.  A new slide show of kinky men, doing things to each other (or to own their overstretched holes) flashes on the big screen television.
    “I really want to work some more on deep throating you.  I’ve been practicing.”
    I nod.  “Sure…”
    Derrick grins and leans down.  I turn slightly to give him a better angle.  My cock is taken into his mouth.  He lingers on just the leaking head for a long time.  Then he begins inching down my thick shaft.  He gets to all but the final half inch.  This from the man who used to choke on me at the halfway point.  Derrick comes up for air.
    I stand up in front of him.  “This will be easier.”  My cock is at eye level for him.  He leans forward and gets over half of me in the first gulp.  I let out a little moan of encouragement.  Derrick moves and suddenly his nose is in my pubes.  He holds for a moment and pulls off me, gasping.  “Hot…” he mutters.
    “Do it again.”
    It is easier now.  He relaxes and takes me to the root.  This time, when he pulls up, he keeps me in his mouth and his tongue makes my drooling piss slit very happy.  Then, after a breath, he deep throats me again.  My hands instinctively hold his head in place.  I let go and he comes off me, panting, his cock now rock hard.
    I go to my knees and suck him for a long moment.  It’s his turn to hold me in place.  He fucks my face a little, bucking up into me, before he lets go.  I stand back up and feed him my cock one more time.  This time I make him choke.  The sound turns us both on.
    “I used to fuck your face on the guest room bed. Should we?”
    We go down to the guest room on the lower level.  It takes a moment to shift some boxes, filled with Christmas decorations, from the bed to the floor.  Derrick lays down, his head hanging over the edge.  He is at a great height for me to staddle his head and lower my cock down his throat.  I start with just half my length.  I do a slow in and out, before building to a more rapid pistoning of his throat. 
    I pull out.  “Lick my balls.”  I lower them into his mouth with a deep knee bend.  His tongue gets busy as I stroke my wet cock.  I stand up and put my cock back into his mouth.  I go a little deeper this time.  His eyes water, but he takes it.  Proudly.  When I pull out, he is gasping for air, but self-satisfied. 
    Once he’s caught his breath, I pump his mouth once more.  On only one stroke do I give him more than three quarters of my cock.  He gags a little and I pull back.
    Derrick motions with his hand he needs to get up.  I pull out.  This time we are both panting—and we agree to head to the playroom…
    *
    Derrick is in the sling.  I am on my knees, my tongue working his ass crack and hole.  I spit and leave copious amounts of spittle behind, all while greasing up my cock.  I stand for the first fuck of this session.  I slide in easily—and to the hilt.  My pubes, once in his nose, now grind against his hairless ass.  Derrick groans and closes his eyes.  I see him relax and I begin to fuck.  Slow and easy. 
    As I can never access their toys easily, so today I have traveled with two of mine.  While still fucking, I grab the egg-headed dildo and grease it up, holding it where Derrick can see it being coated with lube.  I pull out.  The toy twists into him.  He grunts as the head of it, bigger than my own flared cockhead, opens him wider.  The thin shaft goes deep into his butt.  I push it down and my cock slides back into him, gliding over the ridges of the toy.  Now I fuck him, keeping the toy in place. 
    “I feel so full…”
    I nod and keep going.  I pull out and go in again, now so the toy is on top of me.  It’s a totally different feeling, still full, but the stretch feels tighter.
    The toy comes out and my cock goes in alone.  I add a few fingers, too, my left hand gliding over my slick shaft.  I go from two fingers, to three and finally four before the hand leaves—and I just fuck him.  Hard and fast—leaving us both breathless.
    I change the pace with the speculum.  I want to stretch his hole some more before my hand goes in.
    “It’s been forever since you used this on me.”
    “Feeling good?”
    “Yeah.  Nice and slow…”
    And that is just how I am stretching him, turning the winged screw, opening his hole fractions at a time.  Soon the opening is large enough to add my cock.  I fuck him, the metal on either side of my hard flesh.
    Once it is cranked shut and gone, I work my left hand into him.  And then the right, but the left feels the best.  I add my cock as well, letting my shaft fuck between my greasy finger deep inside him.  Over and over.
    I pull my cock out so once again it can slide down my fore arm and work it’s way in on top of my wrist.  Derrick is lost in sensation.  He groans and only occasionally focuses on the action in his ass in the mirror above the sling.
    Now it’s just my dick inside him.  I fuck him hard, but I am nowhere near shooting,
    I settle down for a long fist session…
    *
    Derrick takes a break.  I hop into the sling for him to eat my ass.  He burrows in, rather noisily, as I jerk my cock.  But finally, food sounds more fun.  Derrick’s hole is sated—and food sounds better to me than working forever on an orgasm.
    We go out to dine…both feeling that glow of good sex…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Stretching Derrick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   February 28, 2023
  22. FelchingPisser

    The Bear in the Middle

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—January, 2023
    Another day (mid-month).  Another day at the bookstore.
     
    It is just after lunchtime as I park.  There are more cars than usual filling the lot.  A good sign?  Who knows?  I go in, exchange pleasantries with the clerk, go off to piss and finally walk into the straight theatre.  A few men are scattered around the room.  All attention is on the video, not each other.  I sit to the side and unbutton. 
    The porn is good.  DP anal here on the straight side.  I stroke. 
    The men are restless.  The five men in the room are soon replaced with others. 
    I stroke.  I think I hear a blow job happening behind me.  I hear steps behind me.  I turn.  An older Black man is there, his cock filling his fist.  He is likely in his 50’s.  You can tell he once was heavy, but he’s lost a lot of weight, with layers of belly skin that has not yet re-sized.  But his cock is a beauty.  It is darker than his over all skin tone.  He’s as long and as thick as I am.  The flared cock head juts up, at a different angle from the thick column of flesh behind it.
    “They said you suck cock,” he whispers, jerking his head towards the man in the cocksucker’s seat (who is busy on someone else.)  I don’t answer, I just take his dick into my mouth.  Fuck, I’m full.  I fear my teeth are in the way, as I can’t possibly cover them correctly with the stretch to take him. 
    The man sighs.  Then tells me in another whisper that he loves my tongue action.  I’m glad for the feedback as I am feeling I can’t do any of my usual tricks with the amount of cock flesh in my mouth.  I pause for a second with just his drooling cock head on my tongue.  He decides to fuck my face.  I just stay still and let him pummel my mouth and throat until my eyes begin to water.
    I pull off him and use all the spit he’s created on his hairy balls.  They are big and covered in kinky black hair.  He strokes his cock and groans as I lick, leaving them wet and sticky. 
    “You swallow?” he whispers.
    I nod. He pushes into my mouth.  His cock gets even girthier as he begins to fire.  He’s so deep I can’t taste it at all.  His load goes straight down my throat.  I get the merest hint of his tasty load on my tongue when he pulls out.  He squeezes my shoulder in thanks and disappears…
    *
    I watch a little porn and stroke. 
    I move next door.  A white bear with a shaved head is sitting in the room alone.  His jeans are around his ankles.  He is stroking a thick cock.  I sit along the back wall.  We eye each other as I unbutton and haul out my cock.
    “That’s a beauty.  Let me suck it.”
    He slumps down in the chair.  I stand and feed him my dick.  He begins doing to me all the things I have just been doing to that huge dick.  Lots of tongue, deep throating and ball licking.  I sigh with pleasure.
    The door opens.  Neither of us move.  A young Black man enters.  He stops, transfixed, that live sex is happening right in front of him.  He moves around so he can see better.  We both like an audience.  The Bear strokes himself as he takes me to the root, showing off.
    The young man has pulled out a bigger than average cock.  He strokes as he watches me grab the Bear by the ears and fuck his face.
    “Hot!” he hisses, his hand moving rapidly over his dick.
    “You should try his mouth.”
    The young man steps back, then takes a breath and walks towards me.  I pull out of the Bear and let the newcomer get sucked.   I watch the look of appreciation cross the kid’s face as the bear start his tongue work.  I go to my knees and begin sucking the Bear.
    Things escalate fast.  The Bear is groaning—with a dick in his mouth and a mouth on his cock.  I can feel his pre-cum become a river.  The young man is now pumping into the Bear’s mouth.  Faster and faster.
    “Oh, fuck!”  The kid starts to spurt.  He makes a move to pull out, but the Bear holds him in place.  The Bear groans, taking the load—and suddenly spurting one into my mouth at the same time.  I lick him clean as he does the same to the young man in his mouth.  I stand, stroking.  The young guy looks at my cock.
    “Shoot that thing,” he says.
    “In my mouth,” the Bear grunts out.  I stroke my cock about five times before I shove it into the Bear’s wet mouth, mixing my jizz  with the remnants of the load already on his tongue…
     
    The original is here (with 1500+ others):  From My Side of the Sling: The Bear In the Middle (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    February 23, 2023
  23. FelchingPisser

    A Night of Wigs and Walkers

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—January, 2023
     
    After the marathon fucking event of New Year’s Eve I was left sated.  The day after the filling of James, I was hard as a rock the next morning.  It was time to head back to the bookstore.  I waited until after dinner.  I wanted to prowl the two theatres and see what trouble I could get into on a Saturday night.  Who knew what I might find…?
     
    I buy my ticket.  I always seem to check the straight theatre first.  Not tonight.  I have seen the back of a man going into the gay side and I want to know more.  The door closes behind me with a slight clunk.  It’s always darker over here than in the straight side.  The cocksucker’s chair is open, so I sit there.  There is one older white man close to the screen.  He looks like he may be asleep.  There is no one else sitting down.  The hot assed Black man I saw come in must be behind me, in the corner.  The moment I think that, I hear his zipper unzip.
    I take out my hardening cock.  I hear the sound of a popper bottle opening in the corner.  Then he’s quiet for a long time.
    I stroke.  He’s young enough I need to let him come to me if he’s interested. 
    I stroke.  I hear him move.  I don’t turn.  He’s right at my shoulder.
    “I want you to suck me again.”
    His bigger than average cock is hard and shiny.  And inches from my face.  Now that I can see him from the front, I remember I have sucked his dick in the past.  He is tall and thin, somewhere in his middle 30’s.  His skin tone is a very dark brown—and his dick even darker.  He waves it at me.  I smile—and open my mouth.
    He’s dripping.  He has smeared his precum all over his cock.  I lick it off his extremely hard dick, mixing it with my saliva.  I take him to the root several time.  He has just a slight downward curve that makes for an easy deep throat.
    Now I want his balls--big and hairy and fragrant after a long day.  He sighs as I lick them.  He holds me in place with one hand and jerks his slick dick with the other.
    “I’m gonna shoot.  Take it!”
    I make it back to his cock head in time to take that big load that only the young really shoot.  I hold onto his balls as I lick him clean.  The moment I let go, he stuffs himself away.  He squeezes me on the shoulder and is gone. 
    The old guy is still sleeping…
    *
    There is next to no one here for a Saturday night.  The store closes earlier now.  Before Covid it was 1:00 am on the weekend.  It changed to 11:00pm when it re-opened.  And now it’s 10:00pm.  I wait for a while after the guy leaves.  When I hear through the wall the door bang, I go investigate.
    It’s an older man, who is just sitting down.  He has a walker with a seat—so he uses it instead of any of the chairs.  I sit, off to the side, halfway towards the big screen television.  Almost instantly another older man comes in.  He sits along the back wall neat the walker.
    We watch.  I stroke and they knead their own crotches.  I feel more than hear someone behind me.  The guy in his walker is there.  He has rolled up in stealth mode.   He is leaning forward, straining to see my meat.  I turn slightly so he can.  He scoots a little closer, bends and takes me in his mouth.  I am not expecting this--but I go with it--for he’s really good.
    The sex now happening in the room makes the guy in the back row unzip and jerk.  I stand up to give my cocksucker a better angle.  He loves this.  He takes me to the root over and over, his excess spittle drooling all over my balls.
    “Lick that up,” I tell him.  He does.  Happily.  And goes back down on me.
    The door bangs open.  It’s the Latin guy who fucks only with a condom.  But tonight, he is in semi-drag—something I have never seen on him.  He has a bad wig on his head.  His shirt is open and tied at the midriff.  A lacy bra is on his hairy chest.  Jeans and running shoes complete the outfit.
    “I bring a Magnum just for you!” he trills as he comes even with me and my sucker.  He takes off his shoes and the jeans.  He lubes his ass, bent over a chair for support.  He is just assuming his ass is irresistible…
    “Go on,” says the guy in the walker, “let me see you fuck him.”
    I suit up.  I slide into his ass easily.  I wonder if he’s taken some cock in the arcade for there is no one else in the theatres.  He moans and begins jerking his dick.  The guy in the walker is watching us, groping his cock through his pants.  I grab the hips of the Latin.  I pull him up, off the chair.  I turn him and push him.  He grabs the knees of the guy in the walker and buries his head in the guy’s lap.  The walker guy strokes his back and coos to him to “take the dick.” 
    This makes the Latin beat his cock that much faster.  I plow his ass.  Not feeling much through the latex.
    “You are a naughty boy, getting fucked in public like this,” Walker tells him, his wrinkled hands kneading the shoulders of the Latin.  “That big dick is going to make you cum, isn’t it?”
    “Yes…” he mumbles.
    And he shoots.  A massive load on the floor.
    I pull out.  And thank him.  His wig is eschew now, and it makes the whole scene look like it was shot by Fellini…
    *
    I go next door.  The only man there is a regular who would rather talk than suck cock.  He licks his lips at me, but would rather talk.  He does just that, until the guy at the front desk hammers on the door and announces it’s closing time…
    You know I tell the truth here.  I couldn't make this night up...
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Night of Wigs and Walkers (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    February 20, 2023 
  24. FelchingPisser

    Hogtying Declan

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—November, 2022
     
    Declan, the young man in the military, who came to me in August to open his ass, needed another session.  We set one up, but his superiors changed his schedule and he had to cancel.  He was finally on my doorstep again on an evening in November.  He looked great:  just under 30 years old, tall—with a little extra weight and a whole lot of muscle.
    “I need to tell you, I’ve had nothing in my butt since you were in there.”
    “That’s a shame,” I told him as I took him downstairs.  “Strip and put your clothes on the chair by the door.  I’ll be back.” 
    He tried to grin at me as I shut the door…
     
    I go to my room and strip down.  I put on my wrist cuff and jock.  I leave my boots untied.  I tromp down the stairs again.  Declan is naked, but for his underwear (He remembers we had texted about how I liked to rip a hole in briefs to get to a man’s hole.)  I tell him to kneel by the fuck bench.  I sit on the bed and slowly lace up my boots.  He’s nervous.  And I make him more so by stretching out the time it takes to tie my bootlaces. 
    I stand up, pat his head and say, “Let’s get these on you.”
    I take the restraints off the sling chains.  I buckle them around his closest ankle.  Now, the other one.  “Hold out your hand.”  He extends his right arm and I fasten the leather around his wrist.  “And again.”  His eyes are wide as I tighten the strap down.  I move and let the sling down, so it hangs by just two chains, covering the mirror on the wall there.  I stand under the frame.  “Come here.”  I point to the spot at my feet.  He moves from the bench to kneel in front of me.  “Open your mouth.”  He does.  My hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into the ripe jock pouch.  He tongues it with a slight groan. 
    I just want to be in his mouth, so I release his.  I pull my cock out of the jock.  It begins to harden at the sight of him on his knees.  His hands are behind his back—without being told to put them there.  I slap his face with my cock—which hardens it completely.  He opens wider and I shove it into him.  He starts to gag, but masters it.  He is still learning oral technique, but it’s just fine for now.  I simply want it wet.
    “Up on the bench.”
    He mounts it, offering me his ample ass.  I go to my knees, pull down the briefs and stick my tongue up his hole.  He groans.  Damn, he’s tighter than the first time.  I slobber on his hole and push it in.  I tongue fuck him for a long time.  I move to two fingers.  I try my cock.  No way.  I grab the smallest butt plug and grease it up.  It glides in fairly easily.  He pants as he takes it, telling me to open his “cunthole.”
    I fuck him with the toy.
    Then my fingers again.
    “You ready for my cock?”
    He grunts something unintelligible.  I stand up, greased and ready.   My cock head pops in.  He grunts.  But I push on in.  Slowly.  Completely.  Balls deep.  It’s a short fuck.  He whimpers on every stroke.  He is still damned tight.  I pull out and bring my cock up to his mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly.  Almost reverently.  I fuck a little more before saying “Let’s move to the sling.”
    I fasten it back in place and Declan climbs in.  I clip his wrist above his head; his ankles are clipped to the chains and not the stirrups.  I eat his hole again. He is wet now, from my saliva and precum and even more from his own juices, desperately making lube to help with the fleshy intruder.  I stand up.  I slide in.  Easier now.  He sighs instead of grunts.  “It’s easier on your back, isn’t it?”  Declan nods.  I make a mental note to start him here the next time. 
    I fuck him for a long time.  I vary the speed and the depth of my thrusts.  I often stand still and push and pull the sling (and Declan) onto my hard cock. 
    “I want to try another stretch.”  I grab the small speculum.  This is new to him.  He enjoys the cool metal going in.  And the slow crank open. 
    PIC
    “Now I’m adding my dick.”  Declan gasps as I fuck him with the toy in place.  
    I fuck and fuck…
    I leave him alone in the sling and go to work on the fuck bench.  I lower the middle piece so it is now a level surface—a padded table.  I unclip Declan and have him lay on his back on the table.  I grab the hogtie rings from the shelf—and clip all four of the restraints to it.  The rings are right over his chest, pulling his arms and legs into a fuck position.  I push down on the hogtie.  His legs roll his ass up a little for easier entry.  I fuck him.  He can’t move at all, unless I loosen my grip.  Declan is in heaven.  He loves being immobile while getting his ass reamed out.  I fuck him hard, my balls slapping his upturned ass with a delightfully wet sound.
    I finally need to take a break.  I’m sure he does, too.  I unclip him and let him stretch his legs.
    “Do you want to be bred?”
    “Fuck, yes.  I want to walk around base with your load in me.”
    This makes my dick drool.
    We choose the sling for the breeding.  I eat his freshly fucked hole.  The mix of juices running out of his ass is intoxicating.  It will be easy to breed this man.  I re-lube myself as I eat him out. 
    “My hole feels so open,” he murmurs.
    “You need to find someone close to home to fuck you,” I tell him as I stand up.  “This ass shouldn’t have to wait 3 months for cock.”   I slide in, just as I say the last part of the sentence. 
    Declan groans.  “Fuck me…”
    I already am.  A hard driving fuck that is going to take me over the edge.
    “Breed my ass.  Cum in me…” he groans again and again.  A mantra of need.
    I slow the fuck.  Each stroke is now deliberate.  And harder.  My full length every time.  The mantra becomes a whimper.  He can see it in my face—that I am so damn close.
    And I’m there.  I shoot into him spurt after spurt until my balls are empty…
     
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hogtying Declan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)         December 6, 2022
  25. FelchingPisser

    Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—November, 2022
     
    Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November.  He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later.  I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig…
     
    Jack is naked when I come downstairs.  He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench.  I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me.  Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch.  I have deliberately worn a piss-stained jock.  He inhales deeply before his tongue begins exploring the slightly yellowed fabric.
    “I want to drink your piss today,” he murmurs, before working my hardening dick out of the moist fabric and into his wet mouth.  I harden instantly.  I let him suck me for a long time, watching our reflection in the mirror.
    “I need to taste your hole.”  I indicate he should get up on the bench behind him.  He moves around and presents me with his full ass.  I go to my knees and burrow in.  His hole opens easily as I tongue him.   He opens his poppers for the first time as I spit on his crack and smear it around with my tongue.  As the vapor hits him, I tongue fuck him as deeply as I know how.  He groans—and begins to pant.
    “Fuck me, Sir.”
    I ignore him.  I am having too much fun getting his tasty hole as wet as possible.  Of course, I eventually stand up and slide into him.  He takes me easily at this point—one long steady glide in until my pubes grind against his upturned ass.  I hold for the briefest of moments—and begin to fuck into him. 
    Jack groans in pleasure.  “Give it to me.  All of it.”
    I am pumping him balls deep on every stroke.  I slow the fuck as he inhales poppers, but pick up the speed again as I hear the cap go back on.  I fuck him hard.  And abruptly pull out.  I walk around and feed him his dick with a “Taste your ass.”  Jack loves this.  He cranes around to take all of me.  I fuck his face a little.  I lift my left leg up and place it on the far lower level of the bench.  It allows me even more depth down his throat.  He gasps and sputters.  I pull out of him—bringing up some deep spittle.  I wrap it around my cock shaft, walk back to his ass and fuck it into him.
    I pull out when I feel I can piss.  Just a splash up and down his thoroughly fucked ass crack.  I lick up some of the piss clinging to his ass hair.  I fuck some into him, before I bring my cock back to his mouth with the new flavor.
    He gobbles me down as before.  I don’t let it go on as long.  I pull almost all the way out, and feed him a splash of my piss, for the first time, right from the tap.  He gurgles it down happily.
    We fuck some more, once with another splash of piss in the mix.
    “Sling time.”
    I get him situated in the sling with his legs in the stirrups.  I spend a long time on my knees rimming, reveling in the mix of ass juice, piss, pre-cum and coconut oil lube.  Jack can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him, watching me rim and spit the juices back into his hole.
    I stand and fuck him.  A lot.  His hole is slick and accommodating to every thrust.
    “I want to lick your butt,” Jack pants. 
    I slow down and pull out.  I go around for him to clean my cock before I help him out.  I jump in the sling.  I start with my boots braced against the poles.  He eats me expertly—as he has every time we’ve met.  Eventually, I get my boots into the stirrups, not bothering to have him stop and help.  I take a hit of poppers myself, lay back  and let him eat me out.
    “Let’s try something.”  I get my left leg out of the stirrup.  I ask him to unhook it.  He does and I take it, sliding the stirrup to my knee, then fastening it behind me on the D ring of the sling.   We do the same with the right.  It tilts my ass up higher.  It makes him have a better angle for tongue fucking.
    “I think I have some piss.”
    It’s a long wait, but worth it.  His hot piss plays up and down my ass crack.  It pools on my balls and cascades to the towel on the floor.  The moment he’s done, he goes back to his knees and begins licking.  He groans and mutters as he tongues me dry.  I take another hit of poppers and let him enjoy my ass…
    *
    Jack is back in the sling.  I am in rim/fuck/rim/fuck/rim mode.  Suddenly I stop.  My pandemic devil’s dick is still in the freezer.  I can’t think of anyone who will enjoy it more.  I go up and bring it down to him.  The shot glass, with a condom lining, is full with 7 or 8 loads.  All mine.  I pull it out and dangle it in Jack’s line of vision. 
    “Shove it in me, Sir.  Please.”
    I strip away the latex.  The hunk of frozen cum is already beginning to melt.  I finger it up Jack’s gape.  He groans.  I instantly stick my dick in him.  I want to feel it melt over my dick.  I am not disappointed.  I begin to fuck.  My melting cum changes the feel of the fuck.  It makes me fuck him harder, too.  I do pull out and let him lick some of the melted cum from my cockhead.  He slurps noisily at it, moaning as he tongues me.
    I fuck him again.
    “Rim seat.”  He knows I want to eat my jizz out of him.  I slide under the seat and Jack sits.  His ass opens and the first drip drops onto my tongue.  I poke up into him.  And again.  I am rewarded with the remains of the cum load.  I savor it and swallow.  I tongue fuck him again.  I get one more drip.  I smear it around his puffy ass lips.  But then I open wider and suck his nether lips into my mouth. 
    “I want to eat you on this too, Sir.”
    We switch.  He eats my hole hungrily.  Aggressively.  I finally have to stand up—I am not used to so much tongue work down there.  “I need to breed, anyway,” I pant.
    We do it in the sling.  Jack lies back and I am up him instantly.  This deep in his ass, I can still feel the remains of my cum.  I fuck.  Hard.  Jack jerks himself.  I am so ready to give him a load.
    “You want it?” I ask, looking into his eyes.
    “You know I do!”
    I fuck him harder.
    “Oh, fuck…” 
    My cock swells—and I begin to spew deep in his guts…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)      December 24, 2022

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