FelchingPisser

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great advice. I would add that a fisting session is all about communication. Bottoms are in charge. " Stop, " "slow down," "give me a minute," "ready for more," "harder...." are all things tops need to hear and follow. It is his hole--he is in charge!

Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right after Zane’s cum shot at the end of the last post.) I encourage the cubby guy to go ahead and sit on the rimseat. He tells me has never been on one. He sits—and I convince him very fast that he’s waited too long to try one. He gets so turned on, he gets up and rides my dick. I hope for someone else on my face as he does it—but it doesn’t happen. When his legs start to tire, I thank him and go back to the basement. I fuck a few asses. Next to me, fucking an ass right next to the ass I’m fucking, is a stunning Italian in his very late 30’s. His black hairy is thick and curly. His facial features are sharp and striking, like some great sculptor had carved them out of marble. We smile at each other as we fuck. We pull out of our bottoms at the same time. He surprises me by bending and cleaning my cock. I do the same for him. He pulls me into a dark corner by the back sling. We kiss, sharing the juices we just licked up off the other’s cock. Our bodies are mashed together; our cocks are drooling, leaving wet patches on both of us. I bend to lick them up. This leads to more kissing—and then cock sucking. First me doing him (a hot uncut, almost 8 incher) before he does the same to me. He stands back up and whispers “I so want you to fuck me…” I nod, but he continues, “I came here right from work—I’m showered, but not prepared.” “Then let me just rim you…” He leans against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me. The mounds of his ass are hard and not as hairy as the rest of him. But the valley between them is—and I get lost in a black-haired jungle. I eventually find his hole and burrow in. He groans and thrusts back on my tongue. I lick and spit—letting all that hair now cling to his skin. We move to the sling so I can do more. I am there a long time. A guy comes by and works the Italian’s nipples with his mouth, but gets bored quickly when I don’t stand up to fuck. I do stand, reluctantly, eventually. My cock grazes his hole. He groans and reaches down to heft it in his hands. “Next time,” he says as he sits up in the sling. He slips to the ground and we kiss once more before going to find other men to fuck… * There are so many men in the house, that it feels like a brand-new group down here in the basement three hours into play. There are now many more men of color here. I round the bed—fucking many of them and begin sharing hole with a heavy hung Black top. We like our connection and treat many guys, white, black and brown, to my longer dick and his thicker one. Back and forth. Watching their eyes as we switch out makes my cock throb every time. There is a cute young Black guy in the sling. He has been very busy. His Latin partner stands by his side, recruiting men to fuck him. The Black Top and I go over. A guy finishes up fucking and pulls out. The Black Top is well known to the Latin partner so he tells him to fuck his boyfriend. I look over at the petite man in the sling. I smile. He’s FTM and is taking that thick black cock in his front hole. The Latin hefts my cock and bends, sucking it expertly. He comes up for air and says “He’ll love this. You know he’s…” I nod. And tell him that I love what he has to offer. The Black Top takes a breather. I move into place at the sling. “Two big ones in a row,” says the small-boned guy. He is short and thin, with a well shaped beard and a great smile. I am going to really fill him up. But I want to eat him out first. His hole is wet and sloppy from the parade of men inside him. I lick and spit and pay a lot of attention to his T-cock. He gasps and convulses. I don’t let up and he does it again. Only then do I slip inside him and fuck. The boyfriend’s eyes go back and forth from his partner’s face to my cock sliding so deeply into him. I give him a really hard fuck. I make a mental note that this would be a good man to breed once it’s time to let my seed go… Finally, I stop. I taste his hole one more time and thank the pair of them. The partner asks to clean my cock so he can taste his boyfriend on my dick. I let him suck to his heart’s content… * I find Zane around the food table. He wants to get fucked again. We head up to the mostly deserted top floor. “I took another load since we fucked,” he tells me. I love how he can keep going after he shoots. I get him in the sling and eat his ass. Another man wanders up the stairs and gives Zane a cock to suck as I rim and felch. I finally stand up and fuck his wet hole. The guy is now jerking next to us, allowing Zane to really concentrate on me and his ass. Suddenly, the guy shoots all over Zane’s chest. I mop it up and coat my dick with it. I fuck it into Zane. We both groan at how slick his ass has become. I am thinking this will be it—and I am actually close. Another guy arrives up the stairs right at that moment. Zane is needed in the kitchen, he tells us. I reluctantly pull out and let him go play co-host. I go down a flight. I figure I will fuck a little more and find him later. Always good to load one of the hosts, after all. There is a group of six on the bed. They are welcoming to another hard cock. The big Black Top from the basement is one of them. Once again, we start trading off on holes. A third top shoots in a hot Latino. “Eat that load out of him,” the Black Top tells me. I move towards the loaded ass. “On the rimseat.” We both do as we’re told. I lie down and the cum filled Latino sits above me. His ass begins to drip cum into my open mouth. My tongue darts into his hole. “It feels so good,” the guy above me croons. “Eat him out good.” I hear from Black Top. My hand is batted away from stroking my dick as I eat. Someone sits on me. I can’t be sure, but I think it is another heavily tatted Latino. He rides me expertly. And it’s all too much. The cum sliding into my mouth from a hot ass and another ass squeezing my cock on every stroke causes me to shoot. Big and deep. The load I’ve been working on for 4 hours explodes into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 3: "Eat That Load Out of Him!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 10, 2023

Absolutely. On the main site in about 2.5 weeks. On the reprint here...more like 6 months from now.

Last night I was part of a group of two bottoms, and two tops. It turned into a session all about our body's juices. Tons of back and forth on the two bottoms--everyone taking a turn cleaning dicks of ass jizz and precum. All four of our holes were licked in the sling or on my rimseat. (I find little hotter than the taste of my ass on another pig's tongue.) I felched the loads...and snowballed them to eager mouths. A really great evening...

Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off.) I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass. I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me. I go off, looking to see what else is happening. There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom. They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men. I walk downstairs to the basement. Both slings are busy. The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters. The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking. Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours. One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom. I stand and watch. A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours. I step up. He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next. I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest. I stand up and insert. Well, that makes him turn around. He groans out his pleasure. I fuck him rather hard and fast. The top to my left moves to another willing ass. I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40. He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him. We switch up again. It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there. I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started. He is fucking a younger blond. He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse. The house guest has a nice seven incher. I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine. “Will you fuck me now?” I nod. I have only seen him top all evening. We wait until one of the slings is free. I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups. He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation. I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole. Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone. I dig in. He groans. “Do you like those loads?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt. He responds by pushing a little. The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth. I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock. I stand up. “My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time. “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.” This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster. My hand mops up some of his precum. I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick. The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck. I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant. I grin and ask if he wants a turn. The house guest is all about this. I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him. He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk. The new top gives him a rougher fuck. When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum. I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter. House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass. When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up. He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time… * I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs. Zane finds me on the staircase. He leads me upstairs. His smaller room is filled. We find room on the bed in the master bedroom. He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass. I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest. Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss. Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong. I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. “I have a load. Can you feel it?” Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great. When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock. When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat. “Who’s under first?” I ask. “Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down. I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me. I jerk. A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock. I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone. There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked. I stand up. I want to reverse. But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat. I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face. We trade places. Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it. I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face. He strokes himself as I rim. I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock. I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does. Or even sucks it. I concentrate on Zane’s ass. He is groaning. Suddenly he stands up. “Let me ride you.” He moves around and sits on my cock. I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head. He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself. He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach. He is as surprised as I am. “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.” He gets off me, slowly. Savoring the departing inches in his butt. I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole.. (There is one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.) The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 9, 2023

Chicago—August, 2023 Zane had reached out to me to tell me that, for the first time in a long time, there would be a house party at his big house in Chicago. He assured me I could come in to town a little early, nap and be ready for an all-night orgy. I didn’t even need to help with the set up this time as a crew of guys in the group had already gotten covers on the furniture, lube set out, etc. I was excited. This was the house where all four floors were pressed into service as the group numbered around 90 men. The basement had two slings hung from the rafters and a large bed between them. There was also a big couch stuck in the corner. The main floor was for food and drink and you could park your bag of clothes by the front door. There was a massage table set up on this floor, too, which proved quite popular. On the second floor, the master bedroom was open for use. I did bring my rimseat (as Zane and I wanted some time switching out on it) and it was set up there. There was also a smaller bedroom, the one I usually stayed in, set up for play, with the bed in the middle of the room. On the third floor was a sling in a stand and another double bed. I arrived in good time. Zane was at the back gate to greet me. He introduced me to another house guest, a cute man in his late 30’s who was a friend the roommates. We set up the rimseat and I napped, all but naked for my jock, in the small bedroom. I was woken by the exploring tongue of Zane in my damp armpit. We got each other hard—and then he left to do last minute things. I showered, dressed in my boots and the now stained jock belonging to one of my readers. Voices and doorbells…it’s time. I go down the stairs to find a bottle of water… I find my water and take a swig from the bottle. About 20 men are here so far; all ages, all types, all drinking and laughing, stripped down to jocks or underwear and an occasional harness. The food is out—but I want to fuck. I go back upstairs to see who might follow. They are already there. On the bed I just left is a Chicago fist bud I met years ago. He is white, tall and lean, maybe 15 years younger than me. A shorter Latino has him on all fours and is fucking him. “You’re here!” pants out my buddy as I free my dick from the jock. I kneel on the bed and feed him my hardening cock. The Latino grins and pounds into him harder. “You should fuck him now,” says the Latino, pulling out and showing me his short but thick piece of meat. I move around and go to my knees. My tongue connects with the first of dozens of asses I will feast on tonight. My bud is a great self luber—his hole is wet and sweet. I hear him slobbering over the cock that was just inside him. I stand up and push in. Gently. His hole flowers open to take me easily. I like seeing the Latino’s eyes widen as he sees all my inches disappear into the ass he opened so well. I fuck. Slow and easy, building a little in pace. I suggest we change holes again. We do. My bud ravenously licks me clean as the Latino goes up him again. “You should know,” whispers my friend, “that he’s not just a top—he has a sweet ass.” I nod and shut him up by fucking his face. We switch again. This time I clean the Latino’s cock before he let’s my friend suck it. We both fuck into him in our respective holes. “Come fuck him again. I want to eat your ass on the back stroke.” He moves around. He slips into my friend and I kneel behind him. He fucks easy, so as not to dislocate my jaw. He pauses slightly on each backstroke to grind against my mouth. We are all getting just what we want. “Please fuck me—right now.” I stand up. The Latino has stopped moving. I push into his tighter hole, about a third of my length. I stand stock still. “Do the work,” I command. He does—fucking into the ass in front of him and taking me all the way on the backstroke. My bud groans. The Latino groans. I begin to pant. My bud goes from on his knees to flat on the bed. We all go with him, still connected. But now I’m in charge of drilling. The Latino lies motionless and let’s me pound into him—which drives his dick into the ass under him. “Well, hello, Pigs!” A young white man, no more than 28, has entered. He has shaggy, longer hair and a big hard cock. We move so that I can keep fucking the Latino, but my friend worms out for under us to suck the young man. I fuck the Latino, now on all fours. My friend goes from sucking the new guy’s dick to rolling onto his back and taking him up his ass. We fuck our respective bottoms side by side, both tops checking each other out. “Let’s switch,” he says. We pull out. He sees my full length for the first time. “Damn…” he says as he enters the Latino. I just nod as I fuck my friend in this new position. Another man arrives. Our partners shift again. The Latino is sucking the new guy. Long Hair turns to me. “Do you think we can DP him?” My bud is more than game. I lie on my back. He sits on my raging hardon, facing me. Long Hair pokes at my cock, I can feel his wet head on my exposed shaft. He pushes—and joins me, filling the wet ass for just a moment, but my cock plops out as he begins to fuck. We try once again, with me nearer the edge of the bed. Long Hair can now stand between my legs. Again, he pokes at the hole filled with my cock, now deeper inside my thin bud. And he goes in. We all hold our breath. He’s in so much deeper. I can feel his cock rub against the underside of my dick. Then he begins to move. Shallow fucking at first. Holy fuck! This is the first DP in forever that actually feels good to me. I feel this fullness of ass and the rubbing I so often with my egg headed toy—and here it is with real cock. I just hold still and groan. Long Hair is picking up the pace. He is groaning. My bud is whimpering in my ear as he is hammered by Long Hair. “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” Fuck, I can feel his jizz coat my cock. He holds in place a long time. In all my years, I have never had a man shoot during a DP. I love it. When Long Hair finally pulls out, he brings his cock up to my bud to clean. He does—and then he snowballs some to me. We swap the jizz for a moment before I let him swallow it. “Sit on my face.” I love Long Hair’s expression, as my bud sits down on top of my mouth to feed me the rest of the load, drop by drop… (And we are only an hour into the party…lots more to come I will try to post a piece each day.) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party: "Well, Hello, Pigs!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 8, 2023 .

Jackson—August, 2023 After the very mixed bag of sex that I wrote about in the last post, I was still wanting to get off before the big house party. The very next day, I went to the bookstore with the remodel—hoping to find the release I needed… I arrive right around 11:30 am. I like the lunch crowd here (and I’ve packed mine into the cooler for later.) The parking lot has a few scattered cars in it. Two of them have men sitting in them—waiting to see who goes in. I walk past them, pay my admission for the lounge and head in. It feels darker today after the bright, hot sunshine outside. I do a quick look around. One man is watching trans porn and another seems to be changing his clothes in the gay area. I sit down on the big couch where I can see several different screens—each showing a different genre of porn. I unbutton and stroke myself hard. It’s easy to do with the anal sex happening on the mammoth television screen affixed to the wall in front of me. I feel movement to my side and turn. The cubby young man has changed from his shorts and tee into a long, flowing, flowered caftan. He tells me it makes him feel sexy, as he kneels in front of me. I love his beard on my balls and his mouth is hot and wet. He gets me dripping, but I don’t think he is thinking I’ll shoot. We are both just enjoying the moment. He stops when his knees get tired—and other men start arriving. Many of the newbies look at my cock, but there are no more takers. I roam and settle in the gay room. One of the new arrivals takes advantage of the more private setting and kneels. He is around my age and I expect good things from his years of experience. Not so much, as it turns out. No teeth, well, almost none, and just rather dull—very little passion as he goes through the motion. He can’t stay on his knees for long, so I am happy to help him up. I move around again. Lots of men. I see men going into booths with glory holes and there are actually men on the back ramp for them to suck. There is one of the three holes open, so I stand between two men who are also being serviced. The guy doing me is good with his tongue—but he won’t even try to take more than the head into his mouth. His hand is wrapped around my shaft so I stand and let him work my piss slit and cock head. He grows tired quickly. I guess I should have instantly shot my load. I pull out the moment his hand releases me. I wander. I head into the trans area. A guy around my age is getting head from the talkative Black man who is here every time I visit. I start to back out to give them some privacy, but instead the man getting sucked loudly gives up his load. I watch as he lets his cocksucker lick him clean of semen. He smiles at me and says “Next!” as he leaves. I unbutton and sit down. The talkative man crawls over to my cock. He starts a conversation—but barely gets out two sentences before he starts to devour my dick. He’s great. He has done me here many times in the past. Great suction, easy deep throat, no teeth…everything about a blow job I love. He only takes a break on my shaft to start nuzzling my balls with his very thick and wet tongue. He groans at the taste of the morning’s sweat on them. He licks and moans and does each of them individually, never trying to crowd both of the bloated sacks into his mouth at once. He pulls off me, and rests on his haunches. “That is one mighty fine cock.” He sighs and takes me down again. To the root. Repeatedly. He knows me well enough to know that I’m not likely to shoot. And indeed—his legs tire before I do. I help him up. He promises to come find me when I’m ready. And I want just that… * I wander. In the straight corner, both chairs are occupied by daddy types. One is my age, tall and spare with a highly trimmed goatee. The other, slightly younger, is a barrel chested man. And both are stroking very respectably sized cocks. The goateed daddy recognizes me from somewhere. “You suck, right?” he asks, point blank, with no games. I nod. I go to my knees and take his dick in my mouth. “Damn, you’re good,” he breathes. I work for maybe three minutes before he gives me his load—sweet and creamy. He is too sensitive to let me clean him up and he ruins a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs as he stuffs his still oozing cock into them. I stand up. “You aren’t going anywhere, are you?” says the barrel-chested guy who has watched and stroked to the whole thing. I kneel again. He is thicker and not as long. And he’s close. He liked what he saw—and likes what he’s feeling now even more. I get another load in under two minutes. He lets me get every drop… * A lull. I eat out in the car, happy for a break. I go back in. The crowd has thinned. I look for the great cocksucker, but he, surprisingly, is not there. I sit and stroke. I don’t want to just shoot on the floor, but I would like the balls empty to start making fresh jizz for the weekend. “May I help you with that?” He’s a good ten years older than me, likely in his high 70’s. Smoking has not been kind to his creased face—but the great bone structure is still there. He also carries himself, still, with that ‘I have a big cock’ aura. And he does. It is sticking out of his pants. He would have been that unattainable stud at the disco when I came out. He uses my knees as support to get down to the floor. His mouth is great. Not as roomy as the talkative guy, but damn good and just what I need. He is good about working the head, shaft and balls in rotation. I am sure that I have found my guy. But he can’t stay down on his knees. I help him up—and sit back down. I bend to take his cock. “You don’t have to suck this old thing…” “But I’d like to…” I swallow him down, the biggest dick of the day. His incredibly soft hands grab my ears. He begins pumping into me. “It’s been so long…” he groans. He’s there—I can feel it. And he pulls out of my mouth and shoots on the floor… * I look around, but I can’t imagine finding what I need with the men who are left. I go home, and just save those full balls for Zane when I get to the house party… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Still Looking (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 5, 2023

Near Home—August, 2023 My furry fuck bud (and fellow scent pig) Zane had invited me to Chicago for a massive house party. I was excited and ready for one. But it was at the end of the week. By Tuesday, just thinking about going, was driving me up the wall. I knew I needed to empty my balls. I ate an early lunch and went to see what trouble I could find at the bookstore nearest me… I start, as usual in the straight theatre. There is a man a little older than me sitting about halfway down. I sit even with him, along the other side wall. He is looking only at the screen. Every time the door opens or a chair scrapes, the things that naturally make men turn to look, you can see him fight against it and concentrate harder on the sex happening on the big screen television. He is masturbating. His hand is inside his fly. As I occasionally check him out, I see his dick head emerge from the top of his fist. Even in this dim light, it looks angry and red. And thick. I try to get his attention, but he will not look in my direction or at my very exposed cock. I stroke to the better than average porn. Through the grate in the common wall, I hear the door to the gay cinema opening and closing. A lot. No one else is in here, so I button up and go over. I can see why the crowd is here. A man I have never seen before, around 50, white, and very good looking in that old Hollywood way is sitting along the side wall. He is kneading a nice sized bulge in his pants. I recognize the six other men in the room. I may have actually had sex, one way or another, with all of them. I sit in the cocksucker’s chair, which is, surprisingly, open. I nod to the man who I have fucked countless times. He is sitting in the corner, stripped and jerking his soft cock to the porn and to the new guy. A guy standing behind the new guy is a man who has sucked me on numerous occasions. Oh, and the man seated next to the guy who I usually fuck has been on my dick a lot. There is a younger guy in front of the new guy, who let’s me blow him when no one is looking. All these men have their dicks out. And not one of them is hard. I am the only hard cock in the place. And none of the cocksuckers seem to want to show off their skills in front of the new man. I would think of it as an audition for him—to turn him on, to get the ball rolling. No, they sit and they flog their soft cocks. Eventually, out of boredom, the guy I usually fuck stands up and gives me his soft cock to suck. I work tirelessly to get him to harden. I grease up a finger and slide up his ass, hoping that will do the trick. It doesn’t get him hard—but it gets him off. He is as surprised as I am. Ok, first off—with the now incredibly low price of generic erectile dysfunction drugs, I do not understand men not finding one that works for them. If you are coming to the playroom to get fucked, I don’t care if you are hard or not. But in a situation like the bookstore, when you are asking for head, you seem to want to be hard. It must be important to you—so fix it. I use a generic Viagra for group sex—and it costs me less than a dollar. I am sure a number of the men there thought that ‘my dick will get hard this time’ and the disappointment must be far worse than taking the bull by the horns and finding one of the many options to help. And if you aren’t taking it, because poppers are more important to you than your dick, that’s another whole problem…All right, I’m done. Also surprisingly, the Man I Usually Fuck, went down on me after he shot. He licked and sucked. The man who often sucks me standing behind the new guy, offered me his limp cock to suck. It never got hard either. Nor did he shoot. He actually looked embarrassed by it and left. And the new guy never showed his cock to the disappointment of everyone. * I go back to the straight side. The guy is still there. Jerking like crazy, just showing his cock head above his big hand. I sit opposite him again and haul out my cock. He never glances at me. Not once. No slight head turn for a quick look. No nod meaning, ‘I’m interested.’ Nothing. I debate what to do. I’d be happy to suck this guy, but does he want it? Everything says ‘no’ to me. OK—and another thing. If we are watching straight porn, I can’t be a mind reader. In the gay theatre, I would have just asked this guy by now. I don’t really do that over on the straight side. I never want straight men to feel ‘hounded by the gays’ as I heard one guy express it, years ago. There are plenty of straight men who do want a willing mouth, and they know how to communicate. But you have to engage with me, one way or another. That nod, a look, or heaven help us, say what you want… I suddenly stand up. I am going against my own better instincts. “Do you want help with that?” He does not look at me. He looks rigidly at the screen. His hand quickens on his dick. I step towards him, my hard cock swaying. Something about his refusing to answer suggests he does want some help. I go for it, wondering if I’ll be screamed at or punched. I kneel in front of him. Finally, he does something that says ‘yes’—he takes his hand off his big angry dick. My mouth covers his cock head as he erupts into my mouth. It’s a huge load. He leans back in his chair, looking like he’s had a heart attack. I linger long enough to make sure he hasn’t and take off. Never once did he actually look right at me. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Two Rants Disguised as a Trip to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 2. 2023

My Playroom—August, 2023 Jamie, the man who had found my blog and then reached out, calling me ‘The Hemmingway of Filth,’ was finally wanting to come back to the playroom. He wanted to be used hard. I knew he desired toys and hand, not just my cock. We agreed on a date, in the first full week of August… Jamie is horned. He is totally naked by the time I get down to the playroom. There is no oral sex today for me. He is up on the fuckbench. Waiting. He is a man slightly younger than myself, and rather beefy and hairy. It is a pleasure to go to my knees and begin rimming his hole. He moans, telling me he can’t wait for my cock inside him. This makes me rim him even longer—I want him panting for it. And he is. Telling me to stick it in him and fuck him hard. I stand up and do just that. I sink all the way into his hot ass in one stroke. I hold for the shortest time before I begin fucking. Hard and long. Making him moan and grunt with each thrust. I slow the fuck and finally pull out. “Let me taste it!” he groans. I walk to the front of the bench and feed him my wet cock. He moans again, loving the taste of his ass on my cock. “Get it good and wet. I’m going back in with no more lube.” He groans and spits on my dick. I move behind him—and slide in. His spit feels great and his ass is already making lube to protect itself from my hard assault. I fuck and slap his upturned butt cheeks. I pull out. I taste his hole again before I take my wet cock back to his mouth. He cleans me up just as hungrily. I grab the egg headed dildo. I grease it up and insert it easily in Jamie’s hungry hole. He knows I am going to add my dick along with it—and I don’t disappoint him. I am under the toy first, feeling the ribbed shaft on the top of my cock with every stroke. Now I reverse, I push the toy down and slide into him with the ribs below my cock. Finally, I stop fuckin and have him clean my cock one more time. We move to the sling. I rim him again. And fuck him. I grease up the ass grommet that slips over my erection—supersizing the girth of my dick. He takes it easily, actually begging for more. I pull out, telling him to look up in the mirror above the sling so he can see the toy hugging my erection. I fuck him again, once more with it on and then without. I kneel and grab the biggest of the black plugs. Jamie loves the girth I am slowly working into him. The toy does just what I want—to stretch him out—ready for my hand. I have to wear a glove on my left hand, as I had cut myself in the kitchen a couple of days before. I really prefer my hands to be bare, but the one is latexed today. I use my bare hand to slowly crawl into him ever deeper. My middle finger toys with his second hole. He tells me again how much he loves this. I do some regular fist stretching—and then explore his depths again. “I need a minute—you’re wearing me out.” I help him out of the sling and toss a towel on the bed, so he can lay down. We watch the porn on the big screen television. The Dick Wadd men are opening holes with fists, just like I’ve been doing. “I think I can take some more—but I’d like to be back on the bench.” I nod and he scrambles up and gets in position. I think about eating his hole—but there is now serious lube up there now. I settle for a brief fuck, before I settle down and do more fisting. One hand in—and then the other. I use the big pink ‘realistic’ dildo on him. He likes the weight of it. And the stretch. I stretch his willing hole, giving him the whole shaft until the molded balls are pressing against his ass. Then go back to my hands…first one, then the other. “I think I am done,” he pants. “You destroyed my hole in the best way.” “Can you still take my dick?” Jamie grins. “I hope so! Shoot your load!” I stand up. I slide in. I have to concentrate, but I am ready to shoot pretty fast. “Take it,” I grunt out. “Take my cum in your ass…” Jamie moans—and holds still as I shoot deep inside his plundered hole… * Jamie’s first visit is entitled "Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’" The original of this post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Stretching Jamie's Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 31, 2023

My Playroom—August, 2023 The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom. I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display. He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding. (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling: Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick). I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week. I did. And now, here he was on my doorstep. “I don’t have too long. I think the wife’s home earlier today.” He was eager to get downstairs. I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom. I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… He looks good—thickly built with that long beard. I stand up and he takes my place. He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him. I can feel his hot breath through the fabric. He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side. His hot tongue goes to my balls. He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect. He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva. Finally, he goes for my cock. He takes half of it on the first go. Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard. He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me. He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again. We spend a long time here. Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart. And a great one. I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium. Then it’s back to my cock. He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over. “Let me eat your ass. I want it as wet as my cock is right now.” He goes to the bench without my telling him. He gets in place. I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there. I tongue drill his hole. It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts. I add lube to the spit covering my cock. I stand up and slowly slide in. I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch. His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes. I ease the rest of the way in. He pants—and I begin to fuck. Long and leisurely strokes. “Damn, that feels good,” he groans. I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo. Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks. I pull out. I don’t remember if he does ATM or not. But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him. I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices. I go back and fuck him one more time. I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back. He jumps in. Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs. He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups. I kneel and rim his well fucked hole. It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping. I want to make that happen. I stand up and fuck. Hard. The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure. I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork. I rim—and then fuck him again. I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue. Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him. I grab the medium sized black butt plug. I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole. He is surprised—but loves the stretch. I beat the on base of the toy. His hole ass spasms. I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast… * We take a break from all the fucking. Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker. And such a good one. We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock. He is doing repeated deep throating of me. The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again. He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again. He swallows me down. We’ve found the right angle again. He takes me down repeatedly. Often choking himself. He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up. Again and again. I suddenly feel my balls pull up. I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass. But I am so close, I just go with it. I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening. He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft. His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great. His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit. “Fuck!” I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth. Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed. I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get. I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do. He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins. “That was better than at the bookstore!” I smile. And he’s in great time to get home before the wife… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Mouth and Ass...and Mouth (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 27, 2023

Near Home—July, 2023 I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week… I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall. The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week. He grins. He wants more. He unzips and I go to work. He is rampant. I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle. I do it. But now his cock is softer. He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute. He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse. He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can… I sit back down and stroke. A few men come in, look around and leave. A very large Black man, new to me, stays. He sits next to me. He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight. His eyes are all over my cock. And soon his hand is on it, too. I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week. I glance over. This guy is hungry, I can tell. I look away, then: “I want to suck you.” I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him. He grins… And pulls out a condom. He rolls it down my cock. It is black latex and thick. He begins the suck. I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. I close my eyes. “Are you close?” My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.” He sucks some more. “I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready. Spray it all over my beard.” I have had enough. My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started. I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre. A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair. He is short and rather beefy. I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall. We watch the movie. Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me. “I know what you need.” Like a good cock sucking, I think. He reaches and begins to stroke my dick. It’s a pleasant warm-up. No, that is all he’s going to do. He jerks my cock. As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens. He works harder. Now he is squeezing and it hurts. I tell him so. Nicely, I think. He says nothing but I can tell he is offended. He goes off to the arcade. I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip. The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in. He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me. His very soft hands feel much better on my cock. Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft. He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me. I help him down. And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses. Over and over. And that is it. Little licks. “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone. “I am.” He continues. “Try putting the head in your mouth.” He sighs. He does it and not too well. Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth. He goes back to what he seemingly does best. I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough. I thank him and go back to the straight side. Fuming. The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before. I should know better. And then that right person walks in. He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40. He is tall, and slim. His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front. He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly. His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat. Finally, he comes up for air. Grinning broadly. He stands up. A thick, curved cock swings back and forth. I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us. His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack. “Eat my butt out…” I don’t wait for a second invitation. He’s tight. My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. “I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole. The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked. I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole. He groans and encourages me. I alternate between finger and tongue. Eventually, we try my cock. It fits perfectly. “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles. And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth. I fuck. I love seeing him with two dicks in him. It makes my cock drip inside. I keep up a steady pace. “Breed me,” he grunts out. It won’t take much more time. After all the frustration, this is perfect. “Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth. He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him. A few more strokes—and I shoot. All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From One Extreme to the Other (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 23, 2023

Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Helping Fulfill a Fantasy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 21, 2023

This is what I look for, too. I am bored to tears with a cum dump who wants the load dumped in 30 seconds. I want variety in all the things you mentioned. And I want a nice long playtime--to try as many holes as possible.

Yes, please!

My Playroom—July, 2023 I heard from Jake, a longtime fist bud. Readers likely remember him from all those pictures of his testicles flattened in his ball crushers which he brings with him. Jake suddenly had tomorrow off. I usually like to plan a little more in advance, but I had the time and I told him so. After all, we had not seen each other for a number of months. He arrived a little late—not like him at all. But it seems like half the roads in Michigan are having some sort of work done on them making traffic crawl at times. I took him down to the playroom so he could strip. I went back up to do the same, before clomping down the stairs in my boots… I want to eat his ass. And I want to fuck it. Right now. I have Jake get on the fuckbench. I kneel and dig in, my tongue reaming into his hole. Jake groans and tells me to fuck him hard. I stand up and slide in. His hole is always welcoming—and he takes me to the hilt in one long, slow insertion. I bottom out, pause for a count or two and begin the fuck. Hard. My pelvis is slapping his ass cheeks—the sound filling the small room. I pull out and have him clean my dick. He loves the taste and I push back into his ass and fuck him just as hard or harder. I decide to stretch his ass. The speculum comes out. I grease it up and insert it inch by inch. Then the slow crank open, the metal medical device opening his ass for me. I get it wide enough so I can add my dick. I always love this moment—the metal and the flesh sheathing my rampant cock. I fuck, a little slower now, enjoying the dual sensation on my dick. I crank it shut and remove it. I move on to the egg headed dildo—my old reliable. I work it into his now welcoming hole. The head is big; the shaft is thin. My dick pushes in with my cock on top of the toy, reveling in the ribbed shaft of the toy on the underside of me. I fuck him like this for quite some time. Then I reverse; I go under the toy. This makes for a tighter fit in his hole. But I fuck him. Hard and with purpose. I want Jake in the sling, but we take a break for a moment on the bed. He asks if he can deep throat me. I know he loves it, but it is often not a pain free experience. I let him go for it and am pleased there are no teeth contact on my head or shaft. He does it a couple more times—but I want him on his back. We move to the sling. He loves the ankle restraints, not the stirrups so I use those. I eat his hole—and fuck it. I use the big butt plug on him. He’s now ready for my hand. I get the left in easily, with me on my knees. Now I stand, do it again and add my dick alongside my wrist. Jake moans. I go to the toy shelf once more. The ass grommet slides over my very hard dick, supersizing the thickness of me. The bare head of my dick sticks out from the latex. I fuck him with the grommet in place until we are both breathless. I ask if he’d like to use the hogtie. Of course, he would. I lower the middle of the fuck bench to make a padded table. I get him out of the sling and on to the it. I take a moment and add the wrist restraints on him, too. I start with just his ankles attached to the spreader bar. He pulls the bar toward his head and it rolls his ass back and up so I fuck him at a great angle. I let him rest for a moment and do it again. Then I pull the hogtie clip out. All four restraints are hooked right together, over his chest. I push down, towards Jake’s nipples and my dick slips into him again. I pound. He screws his eyes shut and goes into his ‘I’m restrained’ head space. I keep up the pressure by pushing the clip down and fuck him for quite some time. We go back to the sling. Jake now wants his hands restrained here, too. I truss him up. I rim. I fuck. I fist. I pull out the biggest toy and watch each hump of the shaft disappear inside him. We take a break on the bed. Jake falls asleep for minute—a good restorative nap. I watch the porn. (Gluteus Maximus from Dick Wadd. I like my playroom porn to mirror the kinds of things we are doing, so it’s different for each hook up.) When he starts awake, we go back to the sling. I restraint his legs. Arms. He asks for a blindfold. I put it on him and take pictures so he can later see how trussed up he is. I fuck. I use my left hand in him a little. But I know it’s time to get off. There is a lot we have not done this session, things that we often do. But the need to breed is right there. I fuck him hard, with long, fast strokes. In no time, I grab the aluminum frame for support and empty my balls into the restrained, blindfolded man who is moaning in front of me. Once again, Jake has written up his version of events. The moment I post this, I am about to read it for the first time. I will be curious to see how similar or how different his account will be. It will be posted for you 24 hours after I post this piece. The original post, with pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Restraining Jake to Work his Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 17, 2023 Jake's take on our meet is here (I won't be reprinting it on this site): From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Jake in Hog-Tied Heaven (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 18, 2023

Near Home—July, 2023 The bookstore I go to so frequently has many regulars. They seem set in their habits, too. If you go on, say, a Wednesday afternoon, you can be fairly sure you will know a handful of men from the previous Wednesday. We are creatures of habit after all. So, mid-month, I decided to go at a different time and day. And I found an entirely new collection of men… I sit by the wall in the straight theatre. There is a blow job being given from the man in the cocksucker’s seat against the back wall. Two other men are standing against the wall, stroking and watching it happen. Across the aisle from me is a very old man. He looks up at the screen and kneads his trousers. I take out my cock and stroke. The door opens and an Asian man comes in. He is likely in his mid-thirties and beginning to thicken up around his waist. He stands at the back for a moment, looking at the blow job still in progress. He smiles and takes out his cock. In just a few strokes, he notices me looking at him. He walks towards me, obviously wanting some head. He removes his hand. His cock is not large, but it is pointing straight up at a very sharp angle. I take it in my hand and try to pull it down so it’s an easier glide into my mouth. Instead, I have to hunch forward at an odd angle to take him. He groans the moment my mouth sucks him in. He grabs my ears and begins thrusting. His cock keeps hitting the roof of my mouth. I try to squirm around to help him get into my throat, but it’s all over before I can do it. He floods my mouth with cum. He holds me in place as I swallow; his cock deflates while still in me. He grins—and then adds: “Next time you can fuck me” before he goes out the door. A very young man, one of the watchers on the back wall, comes down to the older gentleman across from me. He finds the man’s footed cane, gives it to him and helps him stand. You can tell he must be a caregiver from the practiced way he gets the older man on his feet. With the cane on one side and the young man on the other, they slowly make their way out the door. I watch the movie. The cocksucking behind me comes to a noisy conclusion. I give them mental points for never stopping, even with all the traffic in the room. I decide to go next door. I shove myself into my pants and go out. The gay theatre is active, too. It takes me a moment to realize that the old man is sitting next to his young caregiver on the far wall. The caregiver is sucking a tall, lanky man—who is totally naked. The old man is fondling the very hard cock of a man who looks like a trucker. I lean against their wall and watch. The trucker, realizing the old guy isn’t going to suck him, leaves. I watch the care giver’s hand graze against the naked butt of the guy he’s sucking. This gets a vocal reaction. I move around and take my dick out. I let the old man hold it and occasionally give it a slight squeeze. The caregiver is not getting his naked man very hard—and I am sure that the naked guy doesn’t want head, but a good fucking. “This one,” says the old man. The caregiver looks at me and takes me into his mouth instead. He seems incredibly inexperienced at doing it. The old man watches my dick go into the caregiver’s mouth. But just as suddenly he touches the caregiver’s thigh, who stops sucking and quickly helps the old man up and out the door. I look at the naked man. “Now that’s a relationship you don’t see every day…” He grunts and says “Fuck me?” I stand up, turn him to lean against the side wall and go to my knees. He groans as my tongue hits his tight pucker. Now that my tongue is in him and I am spreading his butt cheeks apart with both hands, I realize this guy is a shade older than I first thought. He’s likely pushing 40 and in great shape. I eat and lube myself up. I stand. He’s too tight. I go back to my knees and work harder. I try again. Not happening. I kneel and use my fingers this time. One is great. Two feels like work for a moment. And then I know I can get to three—the thickness of my cock. I do. The guy is jerking his semi hard and moaning. This time I stand up and insert my cock. He gasps. I wait. “I’m ready. Fuck me hard, but don’t cum in me.” Now he tells me. I fuck with him standing, his two hands planted against the wall. I fuck him bent over the back of the chair. A man, around my age, with a massive wedding band, comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s chair, his eyes riveted to us. I nod to him and keep fucking. The new guy pulls out his dick. “I think you’re gonna make me cum,” groans the tall guy. I fuck harder. “Pull out so I can shoot.” I pull out, go to my knees and take his cock in my mouth just as he begins to spurt. He groans and gives me my second sizable load of the afternoon. “Do that to me,” says married dad. I don’t bother to get up. I just crawl over to him. His fat dick shoots the moment he’s in my mouth. Both men leave. I sit and stroke to the porn, but no one comes in. I hear the door next door open and the scraping of one of the metal chairs being moved next door. I do myself up and go investigates. It’s a middle aged Mexican. He is in the cocksucker’s chair. I open my fly and offer him my dick. He shakes his head. “I was hoping you’d do me.” I shrug. He gets up and I take his seat. His cock is small. The foreskin seems longer than his dick. I take him into my mouth and my tongue works all that skin back. “I cum easy,” he whispers. And he does. And it is my fourth massive load down my throat. I stroke, now alone in the straight theatre. The door opens. A young Black man comes in, likely 30+ rather tall and lean. He looks at me. He looks at my dick and motions to the seat next to me. “Do you mind?” I smile and he sits. He opens his fly. It is a big nine-inch cock. And, though very hard, it is curved and pointing down. He nods and looks at the screen. We both stroke. Minutes pass. His right hand eventually touches my cock. I do the same to his with my left. I look at him as we stroke. “Do you want some head?” “That would be nice. Guys don’t suck my dick very often.” I get down to suck. I have to pull his dick up slightly to get it in my mouth. He grunts and stands up. Now the angle is perfect. It’s long but thin. It snakes down my throat with ease. “Holy shit!” he murmurs as my tongue gets busy. All too soon he grabs my head. “Here it is….!” His dick explodes, giving me a fifth massive load of cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pointing Up and Pointing Down (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 15, 2023

Near Home—July, 2023 It took me a couple of days to get horned again after the piss party on Saturday night. By the next Tuesday afternoon, I went to the bookstore nearest to me. There were a few cars in the lot, but not many. I still enjoy that feeling of anticipation you get as you walk in—wondering who is there and what you will find… The straight theatre is all but empty. One man, sitting alone and near the screen, is certainly there for the video, even the one that is showing, which is all talk as they ‘set up the scene.’ I go over to the gay side. There are two men here, but the video is hot. A bareback three way is happening on the big screen television with men old enough to actually know what they are doing. I sit next to the wall by the door. The cocksucker’s seat is occupied by a guy in his late 30’s. He seemingly has his eyes shut. The fly to his pants is open and his flaccid dick hangs to one side. The other man is stroking a hot seven incher. He has a long beard (though he is not the man I’ve mentioned with a long beard before.) This beard is hipster cut, not a mountain man. He is likely in his late 30’s early 40’s. He has long legs splayed toward the screen and looks as thin as my build. He nods to me and turns his attention back to the screen. We both stroke. The door opens. A man around my age enters. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. Certainly not a regular here. He stands behind me. Looking at me. I glance back when I hear his zipper open. The porn has worked on him, too. His dick is average, but hard. And it’s suddenly right by my mouth. I suck him. He seems to be in a hurry. He fucks my face instead of letting me doing any of my tongue work. He explodes. I swallow. He leans over as he zips up. “You used to come to my house,” he tells me, naming the next city over. I vaguely remember, but nod knowingly. If I did, it has been over 15 years ago, certainly not in the time I have been writing it all down. He goes out the door with a bang. This wakes the guy in the cocksucker’s seat. He looks around him, sees the two hard cocks and his own stands up. Hipster Beard gets up and feeds the young man his dick. My attention is now divided between the porn on screen and the porn in front of me. I hear the sound of a very wet cock sucking and the sighs from Hipster Beard. HB pulls out of his mouth and turns to me. “You should try his mouth, man.” He steps to the side as I stand up. The young guy’s eyes widen as he sees me approach. He sucks me, hungrily, making small noises in the back of this throat. HB stands to the side, jerking his cock as he watches. The guy is sure not sleeping anymore. He knows just how to suck a big cock. His teeth are covered; he seems to have no gag reflex as he takes me to the root again and again. He pulls off me. “Sit here, I want a better angle.” I love what he’s been doing, but I sit. The young guy proceeds to strip naked but for socks. He has a lithe frame. He kneels between my splayed legs. His mouth engulfs my cock. It’s like he’s unhinged his jaw. It’s my turn to groan. I come back to reality as Hipster Beard slaps my cheek with his wet cock. I turn slightly and begin to suck him. Hearing this, the young man begins to work even harder on me. Hipster Beard is moaning as my tongue investigates his dripping piss slit. I tug on the young man’s head. He knows just what I want. He comes up to lick the balls that dangle out of Hipster Beard’s fly. Moving as one, we suck and lap on this guy. We shift so I go to the balls and the young man’s Hoover of a mouth engulfs the seven incher. I keep thinking one of us is going to get a load of cum any time now—but Hipster Beard seems to have great control. “I want to get fucked.” The young man pulls off the cock in his mouth and stands up. “Do you want to open him up?” I ask HB. He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can take daddy first. Unless I sit on him.” “Do it,” says HB, stroking his cock. I grease up. The young man straddles me and lowers his ass onto my cock. He works me in slowly, making his own cock ooze as he does it. He is damn tight. I wish I had more control. He slowly bottoms out and holds it there for a long time, panting. Once he’s ready, he begins to bounce. It feels terrific. Hipster Beard moves around to watch from behind. “Take all that fat cock, whore. Fuck yourself on him.” I silently wonder if these two know each other, but I don’t ask. I just sit there and let him keep impaling himself on my engorged cock. Soon enough, the leg strain from the bounce is too much. He reluctantly pulls off me and stands to the side. I get up. “Kneel on the chair,” I direct. He does. I eat his fucked hole as Hipster Beard’s cock goes back in his mouth. I rear up and fuck him. I’m in control of his tight hole now. He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. I look at Hipster Beard. He has his eyes closed. I know he’s close. I speed up my stroke. And suddenly I am there. I shoot. Hipster Beard groans at the same time. I don’t know who shot first—but the young man has both of his holes filled with cum… The original appeared here, with more than 1000 other entries: From My Side of the Sling: "Unless I Sit on Him" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 11, 2023