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    Rudy Wants More

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022
     
    We celebrated:  Christmas, two birthdays and an anniversary.  I wrote some and read more.
      Rudy and I had left it open on whether we would meet again.  It would have to be on his coming home travel day.  But it was an early flight—and he was very horny after the time with his aging parents.  I agreed I’d love to take his ass again…
     
    I am fucking Rudy in his sling.  My pelvis is hitting his upturned ass on every stroke.  Hitting it hard.  Making a hot sounding wet thwack with each thrust.  I pull out and beat my hard cock on his cock cage.  I shove it back into his slightly open hole and fuck him, just as hard, again.
    I pull out.  This time I go down on my knees.  I taste how my cock has opened him up.  He is making lube like crazy.  I spit it back into his hole.  I grease up my hands as I continue teasing what was once a pucker with my tongue.  I pull back and slip four fingers into Rudy.  He takes me easily.  Soon he has the whole hand.  Out. In. Out. In, Open the fist…
    I do the same with my right.  And we take a quick break.
    I ask if he liked the speculum.  He did.  I want to use it on him in a different position this time.  I look at his fuck bench, but it’s not a great height for me with my long legs.  I suggest all fours on the bed.  Rudy grabs some sort of exercise cushion that he leans on for support.  His ass is a perfect height now for either my cock or my fists. 
    But I start with my tongue.  Of course.  Eating his now looser hole makes my dick drool.  I spit one last time in his hole and lube up the speculum.  He seems more relaxed with it this time.  I open it slowly, taking time to tease his prostate after each crank.  One more turn and it’s wide enough to add my cock.
    PIC
    “You want my dick in there?”
    “Yes, Daddy.  Please!”
    I slide in.  It never gets old.  I love the mix of soft ass and hard stainless steel.  I fuck him for a long time.  I take pictures for him so he can see his hole stretched.  And all mine.  I put down the camera and fuck him again.
    The speculum comes out.  I grease up my hands anew.  On his knees, his ass feels totally different to my left as it worms its way into his guts.  It slithers all the way in.  I pull back slightly and open my fingers.  I explore his second hole, the bend, with just the merest touch of my fingertips.  I have never been so deep in this man. 
    He pants.  And thanks me.
    I slowly pull out and repeat it all.  Still with the left.  This time I can rotate my hand a little while inside—driving him wild and making him babble.
    Now I try the right.  I’m in easily.  I do the pull back and open.  It doesn’t feel as natural to either of us.  I slowly pull out and go exploring again with the left…
    *
    We are leaning against the head board.  Letting him rest his legs.  Talking of this and that.
    “Daddy, I want to try sitting on your hand.”
    I nod.  We have done this in other years and it was intense.  I re-grease and lie flat.  My upper left arm away from my body and my forearm sticking up.  He kneels, straddling my fingers and slowly work his way down.  He stops, somewhere in the middle of my forearm.  We are both panting.  Rudy leans down and kisses me.  The kiss is electric.  It completes the circuit.  We are joined in the most intimate way…
    It can’t last long.  I let him move when he needs to.  He rolls off me.  We lie together, holding each other.
    “I think my hole is stretched for the day.”
    I nod.
    “But I can still take cock.  I want your load.”
    We choose to stay on the bed.  He lies on his back now, a pillow under his ass.  It’s the perfect height for my dick.  I kneel and wipe off excess J-lube.  I hear him removing the cock cage.  I eat him out again.  His hole feels totally different again to my exploring lips and tongue after the latest stretching. 
    My cock is aching to unload.  I am making pre-cum like a teenager.  I need to fuck him.  Now.  I stand up.  He is just replacing the cap to his poppers.  My cock slides in.
    “Fuck me.”
    I have to work to make myself start slowly.
    “Breed me.”
    I begin to pump faster and faster.
    “Make me your baby boy.”
    The sound of my hips smacking into him is even wetter sounding now, after all the play.
    “Knock me up!”
    I am so damn close.  I look at him beating his meat in time to my every thrust.
    “Give me your cum…”
    “FUCK!” I grunt out—and unload, blast after blast, inside him.
    Rudy’s eyes glaze and his own cock fires all over his chest.  I stay deep inside.  Still connected, letting my cock ooze ever last drop into his ass, I lean down.  I slurp a tiny bit of his jizz—and feed it to him…
     
    The original has a picture of the speculum in his hot ass:  From My Side of the Sling: Rudy Wants More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)      February 3, 2023
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    James Gets Creamed

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—January, 2023
    I came home delightfully sated from my New Year’s Eve adventure.  I was not on the prowl for more sex anytime soon.  But I was pleased to get a text from James, the younger looking blond from that night.  He wanted more.  He really wanted my load—he was so sorry he had gone home before he got it. 
    We chatted on and off for most of the day.  By the first Friday of the new year, he was stripping in my playroom…
     
    James tosses his clothes in the chair.  I take off my robe and hang it on the doorknob.  He is naked but for a yellow jock.  In the light of the afternoon (and not a dark backroom) he is likely higher in his 30’s than I thought when I first met him.  Not that it matters. 
    He goes right to his knees.  “Come here, Daddy.  Let me suck on that big thing again.”
    He mouths the jock pouch for a bit, making my cock swell.  Then it is in his wet mouth with his ever-moving tongue.  He remembers my hotspots—my balls, and under my balls where the cock ring pushes them out.
    “I want to lick your ass.  Up on the bench.”
    The poppers come out for him the moment my tongue finds his tight pucker.  I can’t wait to make it gape.  I poke and prod and spit.  He has found the mirror on the side wall that lets him see me at work on his ass.  The poppers make his chatter.  He tells me how good my tongue is making his tight hole, how he wants me to destroy it, to fill it with cum…on and on.
    I coat my throbbing cock with coconut oil as I tongue him.  I spit a couple of more times into him.  I stand up and my cock finds his now loose ass lips.  I push in.  He groans and takes another hit.  I hold until his hole responds—letting my cock bottom out in his tight tunnel.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Making him mine for the day. 
    “Harder, Daddy.  Make me feel it.”
    I let him have it, faster than my usual slow build.  I plow him.  It’s the only word.  He is incredibly vocal, egging me on.  My foot goes up on the bench next to his knee.  It lets me get even deeper in his ass. I pummel him, over and over.
    I pull out.  “Taste your ass on my dick,” I say as walk towards the head of the bench.  He hungrily takes me into his mouth.  His tongue swirls.  He gurgles, delighting in the heady blend of coconut oil and ass jizz.  “Get me good and wet—no lube for this next fuck.”  He leaves my cock dripping with spit.  And I plow back into his hungry hole…
    *
    We’ve moved to the sling.  I insert the small butt plug into him.  I keep his hole open as I make him suck my dick—then I stand on tiptoe and have him lick my balls again.  He loves how sweaty they have become from the exertion. 
    Pic of plug
    The toy come out.  My cock goes in.  I fuck him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror hanging above him.  He can’t get enough of watching his hole be used.  By cock.  By tongue.  By toy.  I have pulled out the egg-headded dildo.  The big head is a major stretch for him, but he takes it.  There is no way he is ready for me to add my cock along with it.
    The toy stays in as he licks my cock once more, craned around, hanging out of the sling.  I move back and fuck him fast and deep.  His ass lips are curling and changing color as the blood rushes to them.  This makes me pull out and lick them, sucking their plumpness into my mouth repeatedly.
    Pic of cock
    “Can I try the speculum on you?”
    “Anything you want…”
    I grease it up and slide it in.  I crank.  Slowly.  His eyes get wide as he feels his hole open.  I finger his prostate.  Finally, it is open wide enough I can play with his prostate by inserting my cock.  He loves this and tells me so.  Sometimes with words, more often in low moans of delight…
    *
    I help him out of the sling to stretch his legs.  I lay on the bed.  He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my glistening cock.  He is in no hurry.  He sucks and licks every inch of it.  A tap on his head sends him down to include my balls, too.  First one, then the other.  He tries for both in his mouth at once, but doesn’t quite succeed. He pushes my legs apart as his tongue moves down to my perineum.  His tongue teases all the hair there, coating it with his spittle.  He flirts for a second with licking my ass, but comes up and kisses me instead. 
    We stay entwined for quite some time.
    “Sit on my face.”
    I continue to lie there as he kneels above me.  He lowers his thoroughly fucked ass to my mouth.  My tongue is in him from the moment he settles there.  Deep and loving how wet he is.  How wet I’ve made him.  I lick and spit and he groans out his appreciation and tells me that his hole is all mine.  
    He begins to rock, pushing his pronounced ass lips over my mouth and my nose and back again.  Poppers are opened.  He begins to babble all sorts of filth about my cock, my cum, about breeding.
    “I really want your cum in me.”
    “Let’s do it.”
    We go back to the sling.  I eat his hole some more.  I can’t stop myself.  Finally, I stand up and fuck.  Long strokes.  Deep and hard.
    “Fill me up!”
    “Fuck…” I mutter.
    “Give it to me…”
    I fuck harder.  “I am so close...”
    “Daddy, cum is the best…”
    A couple of more strokes and I am there.  I can’t stop shooting.  It’s a five-day load.  Spurt after spurt.  I fall on his chest.  His arms go around me.  James milks my cock like crazy.  I can feel myself drool out a little more…
    *
    He didn’t shower.  He wanted to go home smelling as I left him.
    I sent him the pictures.  He thanked me and told me he could still feel my load inside him.
    I got another text after he napped—for when he awoke, his thigh was wet and creamy…
     
    The original post has pictures:  From My Side of the Sling: James Gets Creamed (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     February 18, 2023
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    Lansing—December, 2022
    (You might want to read part one first....)
    I go find Perry and his friends, my beard still smelling of the cum I have been felching from the young man’s well fucked hole.  Perry is back in his clothes, sitting on a bench, eyeing the gloryhole booths.   The four of us go on a tour of the facility, wondering where to fuck for round two.  We look at the sling near the big screen gay area, but the space is cold, as there is an outside door nearby.  We both agree that the other sling is the place.  It’s empty now.  I move the moveable wall semi shut—so men can still get around it easily, but it still blocks direct traffic.   When I look back, Perry is already naked and being helped into the sling by the Cub.
    I go to my knees and eat out Perry’s well fucked ass.  The Cub gets busy on Perry’s nipples.  The young Bear jerks his dick to the scene.  Perry is wet.  Damn wet.  Nor is it from all the cum in my beard from the felching.  His stretched hole is making lube like crazy.  I slurp loudly, spit some back in and stand up to fuck.
    Men are standing behind the half wall watching me insert my rock-hard cock.  One of them comes around the corner to get a better look.  The young Bear is soon sucking his dick.  I am plowing noisily into Perry.  He pants and tells me to fuck him harder.  Another guy enters our sling corner and sticks his cock in Perry’s mouth.  Now he can’t talk—but only gurgle his pleasure around the man’s thick dick.
    I wait until I hear the new man sigh and ask:  “You want to switch holes?”
    The guy considers it, but shakes his head.  “His mouth is great.”
    When the other man moves on, the guy getting head from the young Bear comes over to try Perry’s mouth.
    As I drop once more to my knees to eat Perry’s fuck hole, an older man appears around the low wall.  He gropes himself through his pants as he watches me rim Perry.  I stand up and fuck.  The new guy goes carefully to his knees to watch my cock split Perry open.  I fuck.  Harder, with someone watching so intently.  Finally, I pull out.
    “Let me suck that,” whispers the kneeling observer.
    I present my wet meat to him.  He licks me clean.  Hungrily.  Savoring the juices.
    “May I rim him?”
    “Sure.  Eat his ass.”
    He buries his face into the hairy cleft of Perry’s butt cheeks.  The rimmer groans and stops groping himself, so intent is he on licking ass. 
    I let him go until he slows a little.  “Let me fuck some more, and then you can do it again.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    I fuck.
    He eats.
    I fuck.
    He cleans my cock and eats Perry.
    I fuck.
    And the young Bear takes a turn cleaning my cock as the man eats out Perry.  My new cocksucker is great.  I can see why he’s had a succession of men in his mouth while I’ve been fucking.
    I fuck Perry one more time.  A new man is in Perry’s mouth while I do it.  The rimmer has never left his knees.  He is either groping himself, cleaning my cock or licking Perry’s wet hole.  I idly wish he were nimble enough to get under the sling and lick my balls while I fuck…
    Perry finally calls for a time out.  He gets dressed as we talk about a dinner break, but we leave it open.  I go to my car and eat dinner and check my phone.  I drive for a bit and get coffee.  I am back in the play area just before 8pm.  I don’t see Perry and company.
    It’s a holiday and a Saturday night.  The establishment is now mostly gay men with a few straight swinging couples.  I watch a woman fist her husband in the sling we had been using.  She invites other men to do him, too.
    I go down to the gloryhole area.  A young-looking blond man is sitting on the bench watching some trans porn.  I smile, continue past him and into a dark corner. 
    In moments he is there.  “Need some help with this?” he asks, fondling the bulge in my pants.  I nod.  He unbuttons.  He goes for the jock pouch.  He inhales and lets out a sigh.  “Heaven,” he mumbles.
    He spends the next 20 minutes licking the pouch, licking my nuts, once they are free and only then on sucking my drooling prick.
    He pulls off it.  “Will you fuck me?  I need to feel this beauty in my ass.”
    I nod and he strips right there.  He has a thin to muscular frame, not much body hair and an ass I can’t wait to eat.  Built into the walls in our corner, is a waist high platform.  He bends over on it, presenting his rounded cheeks to me.  I pull them apart—and my tongue touches his hole for the first time.  He groans and pushes back, impaling himself on me.  He wants it—and I want more.  I rim and spit, getting him ready for my cock.
    “You want me raw?” I ask, standing up. 
    “Only way I fuck,” he pants out.
    I enter him, slowly, inch by inch.  He has skills.  He milks me expertly as I press forward.  When I bottom out, I hold and begin the fuck.  He groans.  Two other men come watch me take his ass.
    “Can we go to the sling?” he asks.
    “If it’s free.”
    He doesn’t bother to put his clothes back on to get there.  I don’t bother to try to cover my dick.  We just go.  In the light, he’s slightly older than I first thought—maybe a very young looking 40.   He hops in the sling.  I eat his fucked hole before standing up and plowing him again.
    We take a break.  He sips some of my water.  Names are exchanged.  He’s James.  Not Jim.  He promises me a phone number if I fuck him once more.
    I do.  Thoroughly.  Almost to the point of blowing my load.  But not quite.
    He needs to go home to be with his mom before midnight.  We go wash up and we exchange numbers.  But we can’t get enough of each other.  We dawdle and talk.  Then I lie on a bench behind the slurp ramp.  He strips and sits on my face.
    “So hot,” he croons.  “Eat me…”
    Without my asking he knows to ride my tongue, then my cock and bring his gaping hole back up to my face.  He does this twice.  The last time on my face, he stops jerking his dick—though I would have been fine with his load all over my sweatshirt.
    He gets off me.  “Let’s finish this right when I have more time.”  I reluctantly agree.  We kiss, savoring his juices in my mouth.
    And he’s gone.
    Fuck, I need to breed.  And soon.
    A young, cubby guy, with an incredible Grizzly Adams beard finds me.
    “You have a great cock.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I want to be get fucked.  You can load me if you want to.”
    We are walking towards the sling behind the low wall.
    He continues:  “I just don’t do that very often.”
    “Take the load?  You decide,” I tell him as I get his legs up on the chains.
    I eat his very hairy hole—even more of a contrast after James’ hairless one.
    “Oh, fuck…” Grizzly Adams groans.  “Plow me.”
    I do.  Repeatedly. 
    His uncut cock grows whenever I eat his hole.  It shrivels as I fuck.  He never touches it.  He is all about his hole.
    I eat him one last time.
    “I am really close,” I tell him as I begin to fuck.
    “I want your load.”  He is panting with excitement now.  “I want…to start the new year…”  He doesn’t finish.
    “With my load inside you?” I grate out.
    “Yes.  Yes!”
    And I’m there.  I shoot and shoot after all the incredible sex that day.  His hole is awash with my cum.  I kneel and clean up what is leaking out.  I stick my softening cock back in him to help push it deeper.  He sighs in perfect bliss…
    I go to wash up. 
    The clock on my car’s dashboard tells me I did indeed breed him right at midnight…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    February 15, 2023
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    New Year's Eve Tail (part one)

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Lansing—December, 2022
    I have a tradition of doing something sexual on New Year’s Eve from even before I began writing this blog.  I have attended orgies thrown by fuck buds, cruised sex parties in Toronto or gone to the baths.  Having driven to New Jersey and back again for Christmas, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do this year.  I knew I wasn’t eager to get back on the road again to get to a major city. 
    I settled to for an afternoon and evening at the bookstore that has play areas like a bathhouse.  I contacted Perry to see if he would like to return to the scene of where we had last played in public.  (See the links below for Whoring Out Perry) He was eager.  And brought friends.
    I arrived a good half hour before I was due to meet Perry.  I wanted to scout things out and have some warm up sex…
     
    I am buzzed into the play space by the cute clerk who took my money.  I have given him my name to make sure that I can have in and out privileges. I make a tour.  A sling, where they are showing big screen gay flicks, is ready and waiting.  The sling I usually use, with a waist high dividing wall, is being used for a blow job, so I don’t intrude.  I wander farther down into the additional rooms.  The glory hole booths are active and the padded fuck table in the last room is empty.  The porn here is good and I settle in—and it’s also the place where I am sure Perry will look for me.
    I haul out my cock and stroke, adding a drop of lube so I don’t chafe.  Men come by, take a gander at it and leave.  A guy in his 40’s sits across the padded table from me.  He takes out his cock of only slightly smaller size, but with foreskin.  We jerk to the threeway on the screen—glancing at each other.  Finally, he comes over and kneels.  He takes me in his mouth.
    “You have lube on it, don’t you?”
    I nod and tell him why, not really apologizing as it has barely any taste at all.  But he goes back to his seat and strokes.  In the next ten minutes, two different men spend time on my cock and don’t notice or don’t mind the taste.
    A guy with a football player build arrives.  He’s Black, late 30’s and hung.  He makes himself comfortable on the padded table, stripping down to nothing.  A line of men arrive to suck his dick.  He lets any and everyone have a go on it.  He leans back and kisses the uncut guy.  This makes the big guy ooze.  I happen to know, as I’m part of the rotation of men giving him head.
    I stand back up and let a bear have a go on him.  Uncut has stopped kissing him.  I watch as he sticks the hooded cock into the football player’s mouth.  The moment a dick is in his mouth his laid back attitude disappears.  He becomes horny as fuck.   He now jerks his dick, as he sucks Uncut, but letting the bear keep his mouth around his cockhead.  It’s a hot scene—and it can’t last.  Football Player erupts into the bear’s mouth. 
    The crowd disperses.  I am alone—so I move over to the better vantage point of where Uncut was sitting.  In moments, I see Perry.  He has brought along the Cub who was with him last time, and another bear-ish guy.  Perry comes right to me, kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my balls.  Fuck, he knows how to use his tongue.  He finally gets to my cock, after leaving my ball sack dripping.
    Perry strips.  He has a bear-ish body himself, with a very hairy chest and pierced nipples.  He gets on all fours, with his hairy ass right by the edge of the table.  I drop to my knees and begin rimming him.  He groans.  I groan.  I love eating ass.  But I really love eating the ass of a man who keeps letting me know how good I am making him feel.  My cock is rampant, as my tongue pushes deeper and deeper into his hole.
    “Fuck me.  Please.”
    I finally relent and stand up.  There is the tiniest resistance for a moment—and then I glide in.  All of me.  In one steady move.  Perry groans.  I groan, too.  I hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  The bear who arrived with Perry watches, but is soon sucking a man who was stroking while he watched us.  The Cub reaches under Perry and works his nipples.  I fuck him hard.  Then slower.  And hard and long, once again.
    The Cub soon moves over, as a man wants to feed Perry his cock as I continue to ram into him.  I love seeing his other hole full of dick.  Even if it’s only for a moment.  I stop, pull out and eat his ass again.  His hole is so wet now.  I can’t get enough of it on my tongue.  But I make myself stand up and fuck him another round.
    Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get on his back to give his knees a break, Perry asks for a moment.   I pull out and he disappears.  Uncut is back—having watched the second fuck.  He has brought a slim young Black man to me.  The young man kneels and hungrily tastes Perry’s juices on my cock.
    “Fuck him,” says Uncut.  “He loves big white dick.”
    The young man nods and strips.  I get him on all fours, too, the moment he’s naked.  I eat his hole as he swallows Uncut’s cock.  I stand up and smear some precum of mine on his hole.
    “You want me raw?” I ask.
    He grunts an affirmative around the dick in his mouth.  I press forward.  My cock eases in.  It inches its way into his ass.  The young man stops sucking, concentrating on opening his hole for me.  It works.  He takes the last two inches with a sigh.  He pants—and begins to suck Uncut again.  I take it as my sign to fuck.  I love how different he feels from the more experienced man I was just in.  But he takes me like a champ.
    “I’m gonna cum,” say Uncut.
    “Feed it to him,” I bark out.
    “I’m gonna shoot it on his back.  Use it for lube.”
    I look at Uncut’s smile and nod. 
    Uncut jumps up on the table and shoots a massive load all over the young man’s back.  His cum is very white on the dark skin of younger guy.  When he’s shot his last jet of jizz, I pull out.  I mop it up with my hand and coat my cock. 
    “Give him my cum,” grunts Uncut.
    “Please…” whispers the bottom.
    I glide into his ass.  It’s a wonderfully slippery fuck now.  I love the feel of his tight ass and all that semen.
    It’s a mind fuck for the young man.  He begins jerking himself wildly.  In moments, he unloads all over the table.
    “Please, you have to stop…”
    I do.  But I don’t let him move until I have felched some of Uncut’s load out of his hole…
    (Lots more to come next time.)
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       February 12, 2023 
  5. FelchingPisser

    Kyle Takes Two

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—December, 2022
    Kyle, the transman I met at the bookstore, gave me his number the day we met.  We compared notes enough to learn that he really liked showing off at a sex venue.  Work sometimes allowed him to get away for some play, but he wouldn’t know ahead of time.  I am not a great ‘drop everything for sex’ guy, but I agreed he should text me whenever he was headed this way for some more of my cock.
    On the last Friday of the month, I got a text from him.  I had just time to change clothes and get in the car to meet him at noon.
     
    He must be running late.  There are only a few men in the place.  I check the gay room and the trans room with the medical table—he’s not there.  All the booths and curtained cubicles are standing empty.  Two men are sitting in the straight porn corner.  One of them is a tall regular who loves to get fully naked.  He keeps offering the other man watching the porn some head, and is continually refused. 
    I leave them to it and go sit in the gay room.  I stroke to the better than average (for here) porn.  A good-looking man with thick grey hair comes in.  We nod to each other as he sits in the chair and not next to me on the couch.  He pulls out a nice seven incher, as hard as I am.  Do I wait for Kyle? I wonder.  Naw.  I am pretty sure he would be on that dick if the roles were reversed.
    In the time it takes me think this, the man has gotten up and knelt in front of me.  His mouth covers my cock.  Damn, he’s good.  And I tell him so.  I lean back and enjoy his mouth.  Kyle shows up in the doorway.  He grins and nods and goes on down the hall to the medical table.  I wait for a moment before I thank the guy and go into the trans porn room.
    Kyle is stripped down, but keeps an unbutton flannel shirt on, with the coolness of the room.  He is ready and goes to his knees when he sees me.  “Let me suck that cock you got all wet for me.”  He takes me deep into his throat.  I let him do the work for a bit, then grab the back of his head and fuck his face.  His scruffy beard feels terrific on my balls.
    I pull out, leaving him panting.  “Missed that.  I need you to fuck me hard.”
    I nod and indicate the table.  I pull out the stirrups to get his legs comfortable.  I kneel and spend a few moments on his T-cock, dipping down occasionally, and licking back up to the extended nub.  I am so ready to fuck.  I stand and enter him.  Kyle pants and tells me to plow him hard.  I begin thrusting, building rapidly.  The table groans and bounces a little on the concrete floor.  The grating sound acts like some sort of alarm bell—there is sex happening.  And guys come to watch.
    The first in is the naked guy.  He grunts his approval as he comes to the side of the table.  His hard cock is gobbled down by Kyle.  Two more men, the man at the straight porn and my sucker watch from the doorway, one groping and one stroking.  Naked guy can’t take his eyes off my cock fucking Kyle.  He’s had it twice himself but it must be very different to see it in action than feel it.
    “I’m gonna shoot.  You want it?”
    Kyle gulps out a yes, but Naked Guy pulls out of his mouth and strokes himself off, covering Kyle’s face, beard and three stray shots nearer me.  He stands there panting, watching Kyle lick up his cum, at least all his tongue can reach.  My hand swabs up the spunk near me.  I pull out of Kyle and announce “I’m gonna fuck your jizz into him.”  I cover my cock with the load on my fingers and push back into Kyle’s very wet front hole.  Kyle’s eyes get big.  He groans out a “Yes…” and Naked Guy shakes one more drop out of his cock on Kyle’s arm before taking off.
    My sucker comes closer to watch the fuck.  I invite him to use either hole, but he is very content just to stand and watch.  A new man comes in, pushing past the spectator still in the doorway.  He’s my age and height, with a handsome face.  He’s mostly bald, the rest of his grey hair is cropped close to the scalp. He stands on the side Naked Guy has vacated.
    “Daddy, let me suck your cock,” Kyle pleads.
    The guy unzips.  He is above average—long and thin.  He let’s Kyle have his way with his dick, as he watches me pound into Kyle.  I look up at him and smile.  He nods, watching me fuck away.
    “Do you want a turn?”
    He looks indecisive.  And then nods.  I pull out and make way for him.  Kyle locks eyes with him as he pushes in.  I stroke for a minute, before giving Kyle my cock to clean.
    “Fuck this is hot,” the new guy grunts.
    “Load me,” Kyle murmurs around my dick.
    I pull out so he can say it again.  Louder.  This turns on the fucker even more.
    “I want to,” he says as his hips smack into Kyle, “but I’m not there yet.”  Then to me:  “Let me watch you some more.”
    He pulls out and we switch.  His wet cock goes in Kyle’s mouth.  I sink into an even wetter hole.  I fuck.  The table rocks.
    We switch again. 
    This time, when the guy is ready for a change, I clean his cock.  I savor the juices.
    I go back in.  Kyle reaches down and rubs.  In moments he is bucking on the table with the force of his orgasm.  I go to my knees to help clean up some of the squirt.  The guy’s cock is drooling as he strokes to all this.
    Kyle looks at his watch.  His time away from work is running out. We have a quick hug, the three of us.  Kyle leaves.
    “That was hot,” says the other top.  “And to think I was a true Gold Star Gay until minutes ago—but this was the perfect way to lose that…”
    He unbuttons his shirt.  He has a great defined and hairy chest.  He drops his trousers, too.  “I want that cock of yours in my ass.”  He takes Kyle’s place on the table.  I kneel and rim him.  His ass is just as hairy as the first one in my mouth today.
    “Lots of lube, please.”
    I grease up as I eat, stand and fuck him.  Slow and deep.  Deep and hard.  Rocking the table.  We get a new batch of watchers.  One of them leans over sucks the guy as I fuck.
    We pause.  The guy gets up and bends over to suck the man who was sucking him.  I take the opportunity to fuck him bent over.  My strokes make him take the suck he’s sucking even deeper.
    Finally, we break.  He tells me he wants my load in a little bit.  We both wander. 
    I never see him again. 
    I am blue balled—but that’s fine.  Tomorrow is NYE and I have a day of sex planned…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    Febraury 9, 2023
  6. FelchingPisser
    Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022
    I made it home after the snow storm and group play (of the last post) with relative ease.  The roads were bad, but there was no more snow coming down.  I rested up.  I needed to as, for the first time since lockdown, I was going to see my brother and his partner in New Jersey for the holidays.  They had been living a very sheltered, stay at home life with Covid.  I decided, to help their peace of mind, to drive in, avoiding two airports and a packed plane.
    There was that major holiday storm coming, so I went a day earlier than I’d planned.  I took two days to get there.  This ended up being great—as I also caught my one reliable sex partner in Jersey before he went home to see his family.  I walked over to his apartment on my second day in Jersey…
     
    Rudy opens the door.  We hug.  He hasn’t changed since I last saw him in 2019—or if he has, it’s for the better.  He is now( a very young looking) 50.  The dirty blond hair is cropped short.  His red jock pouch is full—and the straps are framing his fairly hairless ass perfectly. We chat as I shed my clothes.  I put my boots back on.  My cock is already contorting the used, stained fabric of my jock.  He has both the sling and bench set up in his bedroom.  He hops in the sling, after giving me a glass of water.  I put it on the side table and kneel.  He has stirrupped himself easily, before I can offer to help.  I look at his ass for a moment before my tongue connects with his hole.  Fuck, he tastes good.  I begin getting reacquainted with his ass.
    “Daddy—you are making my butt feel soooo good.  Are you going to try to stick your big cock in me?”
    He natters on, jerking and huffing poppers as I get his ass good and wet.  I stand up and enter his hot hole.  The chatter stops the moment I fill him completely.  He pants.  I hold—and begin to fuck.
    “Damn, I’ve missed this dick.”
    I grin and keep on plowing.  He huffs some poppers and tells me again how good he is feeling.  I finally stop fucking and kneel again to taste his hole—and feel with my lips and tongue how the lips of his ass have loosened up.  I spend a long time rimming him.  And even longer on another fuck.
    “I brought a toy with me,” I tell him.  “Can I crank you open with my speculum?”
    He nods—eagerly.  I grease it up.  It slides in easily after the two fuckings.  I crank him open.  Slowly.  Letting him really feel how each turn of screw widens his ass.  I use my index finger to play with his prostate.  Another turn—and two fingers find his hidden pleasure zone. 
    “Soooo good,” he croons.
    It’s wide enough.  I stand up and my cock slips into the speculum.  Rudy’s eyes grow big.  He can’t believe I am fucking him with the device in place.  I fuck him relentlessly.
    I pull out and carefully crank it shut.  I lube my hands and get my left into him before he has time for poppers. He takes me with such ease he holds off from huffing them so he can revel in the stretch.  The right takes a little work.  But I am soon in him.  I trade off on my hands.  I stand and add my cock while the left hand is deep inside him.  This time he grabs the poppers and becomes very vocal.  “Jack off in me, daddy.  Fill me with your cum…” 
    But I don’t.
    We break. Lying side by side on the bed.  I drink my water; he drinks red wine.  We talk much more now about all the changes in our lives since we last saw each other.
    But soon he has crawls over and sits on my face.  I love the full weight of him on me as I lick out his used hole.  I mumble “Ride my cock.”  Amazingly he can understand me.  He gets off my face and settles his saliva leaking hole onto my rampant dick.  Facing me, he slides down to my balls.  Groaning.  And moaning about how good he feels.  His cock is hard again now.  He grabs it and begins to jerk as he rides my cock.  Up and down.  So high up, I worry I will slip out.  Rudy is now pounding himself down on me.  And talking his dirtiest as he does so.
    Suddenly his dick goes off.   I am showered with a huge load of semen.  Covered.  I mop some off me and up to my mouth.  Rudy is quivering—not quite believing he has shot his load. 
    We settle back down, after a quick wipe down, to more sipping and talking.  I remember him as a one and done kind of guy—but not tonight.  Fifteen minutes later he is sucking my cock, still on the bed.
    “I think I can take your hand again.”
    “Good.”
    “And I want your load in my ass.”
    “Even better.”
    We go back to the sling.  I spend some time with my face in his wet ass as his cock wakes back up. 
    “Fuck me, please.  Hard.”
    I stand up and do just what he asks.  Long, hard strokes.  Every thrust.  I grease my hands as I fuck him.  Barely missing a beat, I pull my cock out and slide my left hand into him.  I add my cock alongside it.
    “That’s right.  Jerk in me.”
    I fuck, my cock gliding through my fingers deep in his ass.  I have never shot this way—and I want to.  I’m so close.
    “Pound me!  Fuck this cum hole.”
    I work my hand out.  I want to fuck him harder than I can in that position.  The moment my cock goes back in—hard and deep—Rudy spurts a second load.  It’s much smaller, but it still covers his hairy balls, clinging to them.  I swab some up, cover my cock with his spunk on a backstroke and fuck it into him.  In just a few more thrusts I unload deep in his hot ass….
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “That’s Right. Jerk in Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    February 1, 2023
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    A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Grand Rapids—December, 2022
    I got the email.  Finally!  The host of the group play evenings was starting it up again.  In October, we had had a small version at someone else’s house, but now the host was ready to try a full group at his home.  I agreed to bring the rimseat and the fuckbench.
    And then the snow started to fall.
    I left early, but the farther north I went, the more snow hit my windshield.  Speeds went from already slower to what seemed like a crawl. I got off the highway and the suburban streets had not seen any kind of plow.  I managed to park on a side street that was covered in snow.  I had still managed to get there right at the start time.  I clomped my way into his house, leaving all the equipment in the car.
    A dozen men were in the living room.  The host told me to not bother with the stuff—to just strip down and have fun.  I managed both—but I have to admit it took the first hour to really get my mind off the snow and onto the play.
    Hear are some of my best moments…
     
    Ten men ring the sling.  Half kneeling/half standing.  I am getting head by a series of men.  First by a bigger bear.  Then by the young boyfriend of the man standing next to me.  Now the host.  The men on their knees crawl from one hard cock to the next, sampling us all.  There are also four men in the other room on the bed.  We hear two asses being pummeled as our cocks are slicked up with spit.
    Soon enough, the young boyfriend is in the sling.  His partner fucks him briefly, inviting all of us to take a turn.  I need some time to get in tune with myself—so I let others go first.  I am happy to watch—and to go to my knees each time another man pulls out of the ass on offer.   I clean the assortment of dicks pulled out of the slinged hottie, enjoying the young man’s ass juices second hand.
    When the others have all fucked him and I am done slurping on the last cock, I crawl over and bury my face in the kid’s freshly fucked hole.  He is a great self luber—I can’t stop licking his tasty juices.  His partner is jacking himself harder and harder as I rim.  Suddenly he reaches out and pushes my face into the ass in front of me.  He holds me there.  My cock reaches full hardness as I lick, barely able to breathe.  He releases me, I pull back and pant for air—before I stand and give the kid the hardest fuck so far tonight.  I pound him, making the chains groan. 
    I love that the bottom’s partner is the one to clean my cock…
    *
    More guests have arrived.  There are now likely 18 to 22 men in the house—and I only know a couple of them.  I am on the bed watching a tall, thin man fuck while I get head from the same bottom.  The top is half my age.  Our cocks are incredibly similar—much to the pleasure of the man on all fours who has both of us.  The top’s stamina is amazing—not in holding off from cumming (I have him beat there)—but in how long he can rail into an ass without getting remotely winded.
    He finally pulls out.  The bottom spins—so he cleans the cock that just fucked him while I go into his ass, my cock covered in the guy’s spit.    I fuck, deliberately slower than the other top.  Long, deliberate strokes that make the bottom shudder.  When I finally stop, he spins again.   The young top slips into the puffy hole and gives him another blistering fuck…
    *
    The handsome, younger partner of the host, who I first met in October, pulls me aside.  “I have a question for you,” he says softly.
    “What?”
    “You know I’m mostly top, right?”
    I nod. 
    He looks away, turn back and says: “Will you eat my ass again?”
    Now I wish I had brought the rimseat inside.  But we find a corner of the bed where he can kneel and I can work my tongue as deeply into his butt as I can get.  He groans and keeps telling me how good it feels.  I love his taste, the hair around his hole, and how it is blossoming open.  I eat and spit and eat and lick.  I pull his super hard cock back so I can swab the leaking head, collecting all of his precum on my tongue.  He suddenly figures out that I am lubing his hole with his own juices.  He lets out the most dick hardening noise I’ve ever heard.  My tongue drills into him, again and again.  At one point I stand up and slap my cock on his wet ass crack.  I fuck the length of the cleft.  I poke at his hole—wondering if he will tell me to go in.  He doesn’t.  He just moans.  I, just as happily, go back to tongue fucking him…
    *
    Most of the guys have gone down for food.  The young Tall Top is on the bed.  He is drilling the guy who was the first one in the sling.  He fucks him on all fours.  On his side.  On his back.  I put my cock in the bottom’s mouth when the position allows it. 
    Now the top is on his back.  The bottom rides him, taking every inch of the big cock with ease.  I watch and stroke. 
    “Oh, fuck,” he groans as he bounces up and down.  Suddenly, he sprays cum everywhere.  He gets off quickly and runs to find his partner.  The Tall Top lies there, surprised.  And covered in semen.
    “Is there a towel?” he asks.
    I have a better idea.  I lick up the spunk.  Off his knee caps.  Off his thighs.  Off his balls.  And I take his cock to the hilt. It is thinner and with the just the slightest curve that makes him easy to swallow.  He grins in a happy daze and calls me a [banned word]…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     January 29, 2023
  8. FelchingPisser

    My Bucket List Gets Smaller

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—December, 2022
    It was a Monday, just before the middle of the month.  I had all the time in the world.  I’d made my reservations for my holiday drive to New Jersey to see my brother.  (For the first time since Covid hit.)  I had even started packing—and I wasn’t leaving for a few days yet. 
    What I needed to do was get my balls emptied before the trip.
    I decided to go to the bookstore with the new remodel.  I packed a lunch and arrived right around noon…
     
    There is a decent crowd.  I cruise each area—and there is a man watching porn at each station.  I hear a couple having oral sex behind the drape of one of the curtained cubicles.  I sit where I can see a straight, gay and trans screen all at the same time.  In moments I have a man with thinning gray hair on my dick.  He seems to love the head of my cock.  I use my hand to guide him down the shaft.  He chokes—but is totally turned on by it.  He does it again and again, without any help from me.
    I see a short man approach us.  He has just a fringe of brown hair around the sides of his head.  He takes out his cock as he sees me getting sucked.  I hunker down in the chair, reach for his thick dick and guide it into my mouth.  He sighs as I mimic what the other guy is doing to my cock.  Bald Man pulls out of my mouth with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  The guy sucking me thinks I must have said it, so he gets up and moves back to his chair.
    I use the break to go piss.
    I wander back and sit in the same chair.  Everyone seems to have gone to the trans or gay areas.  I sit and stroke a little.  Just as I’m ready to see what is going on at the other end of the room, I hear the front door open.  I sit back down.  The new arrival sits across from me.  He is a good deal younger anyone else here today.  Late 30’s to early 40’s.  Hair has thinned—but has a great beard.   He can’t take his eyes off my dick.
    I smile.
    He smiles.
    He wastes no more time.  He gets up and kneels between my splayed legs.  He devours my dick.  Damn, it’s technically the same actions, but this guy is so much better than the one before.  I groan, letting him know how good it feels.  He goes for my balls, too.  Then back to up and down the shaft.
    Finally, he pulls off.  “You fuck with that thing?”
    I nod.  He moves to let me stand.  His shoes are kicked off and jeans are dropped on them.  He bends, supporting himself on the seat of the chair.  I kneel behind his hairy ass.  My tongue finds his hole.  I go to caress his balls as I burrow in.  There aren’t any.  Well, fuck.  There’s no dick either.  My cock leaks cum as I realize I’m rimming a Transman.  It’s been almost 10 years since I made the Trans porn—and I have always wanted to meet someone again.  And here I am, about to sink my dick into him.   I stand up.  I aim for the front hole and bury myself inside.
    “Soooo big,” he croons.  “Fuck me with that big dick.”
    This brings Bald Man back.  He sees me fucking.
    “Let him suck you,” I bark out.
    Seeing two dicks fuck into two holes makes me pump faster.  Suddenly Bald Man pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the chair.  My guy stands up, pulling me out.  It’s just as well, I have been having to do pretty deep knee bends to stay in him.  I suggest we use the exam table in the other room.
    He grabs his clothes.  I don’t bother trying to cover my throbbing cock—and we both walk half naked to the other end of the play area.  “I love playing in public,” he tells me enroute. 
    I agree.
    “I’m Kyle, by the way.”
    I murmur mine.
    At the table, the rest of his clothes come off, revealing a very hairy chest.  I help get his feet in the exam stirrups.  Then I kneel and find his T-cock.  My mouth is very busy.
    “Eat me out, daddy.”
    I do, using every trick I know.  I occasionally dip down to lick his front hole, too.  Then back up.
    The grey-haired guy, who had sucked me earlier, comes over to watch.  It takes him a moment to figure it all out—and then his cock erects for the first time that day.  He strokes to me giving him oral.  He really beats his meat as I stand up to fuck. 
    This position is so much better for both of us.  Kyle’s gruff voice eggs me on.  “Fuck me hard, no mercy.”  He reaches for the Grey-haired guy’s dick to suck it.  Instead, with a big groan, the guy shoots, splattering it on the floor to the side of us.  Bald Man comes in, just at that moment.  He may have shot 20 minutes ago, but he is still hard.  He comes over and happily gives Kyle a cock to suck as I fuck his front hole.
    “You want a turn here?” I ask Bald Man.
    He nods.  We switch places.
    “You going to give me another load?” Kyle pants out.
    “Gonna try!”
    He fucks with quick, shallow strokes.  I will him to shoot—I really want to felch his load.  My cock is being sucked by Kyle.  “Keeping daddy hard,” he mumbles around my fleshy mass.
    Bald Man pulls out.  “I can’t.  I have nothing left.”
    I kneel and clean his cock.  Then I stick my tongue deep into Kyle’s front hole.  I lap for a long time, then I stand and fuck.
    “Load me.”
    I want to.  And I wish he hadn’t said it—as my impending orgasm recedes. 
    I go to my knees.  I suck his T-cock. 
    “That is going to make me cum.  I’m a squirter, so you better move fast…”
    I just keep going.  I have seen so much squirt porn and have never found someone in real life who does it.  I don’t move.  Kyle’s body bucks and he’s there.  Fluid is flying into my mouth.  Lots of it.  As big as a small piss load.  Kyle groans.  I keep going.  Mouthing the wet T-cock.  “Daddy, I’m gonna do it again…” 
    And he does.  In my mouth.  On my face.  In my beard.  Some even makes it to the floor.  I stop stroking and let it pour off my chin.
    I stand and fuck some more, hoping this might take me over the edge.  So close, but not quite.
    Soon, Kyle has to leave.  He’s incredibly sorry he can’t stay for my load, but he’s out of time.  He’s just here on a work break.  We exchange numbers. 
    The rest of my time there is totally overshadowed by Kyle.  Did I get off with someone?  I have no idea. 
    I do know that I have checked off another item on my sexual bucket list.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: My Bucket List Gets Smaller (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)        January 26, 2023
  9. FelchingPisser

    "I've Heard Guys Are Better..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—December, 2022
    I didn’t do anything sexual for a full week after the CumUnion party with Osvaldo.  I was sated.  I monitored myself for exposures of all sorts.  And was quite content to stay at home with a good book.
    I was ready to play again by the next Saturday.  I went for an afternoon session at the bookstore.  Historically, this was a busy time…
     
    The parking lot is all but bare.  I think about just heading home.  But I remind myself that all it takes is just one man.  I park and go in.  No one is in the gay theatre.  There are two men in the straight one.  A man who looks vaguely familiar is in the cocksucker’s seat.  A man I don’t recognize is sitting in the seat in front of the regular.  He is my age, or maybe a little less.  He carries some extra weight.  His hair is cropped close and he has a tightly trimmed beard.  He’s hot.  And he is really enjoying the movie.  He is masturbating a good looking seven incher.
    I sit across the makeshift aisle from him.  He nods to me as I sit down.  I nod back, pleased he acknowledged me.  We watch the screen.  I dig my cock out.  It is a good three hole hetro film.
    There is movement behind me.  The guy in the cocksucker’s seat is on his feet and coming our way.  He looks first at the new guy.  Obviously, he wants fresh meat, too.  SevenIncher shakes his head.  Cocksucker turns to me.  I shrug.  He goes to his knees and takes me deeply into his mouth.  SevenIncher looks surprised.  Before long, he’s watching me get sucked just as much as the hard driving sex on the screen.
    I notice my Cocksucker is beating his own dick as he sucks.  He tries for a deep throat and sprays his load between my boots.  He mutters something and takes off.
    We watch the movie.
    “That was hot,” SevenIncher says, glancing at my wet dick.  “I’m surprised.”
    “At what?”
    “That you let him do that.  I couldn’t.”
    I turn to him.  “Couldn’t what?  Let your dick be sucked?  Or suck a guy?”
    “Neither.”  He goes silent.  Then: “Sure not in public.”
    I am quiet for a long moment.  “You like your cock sucked?”
    He’s surprised.  “Yeah, my wife is pretty good.”  Pause.  “I’ve heard guys are better.”
    “Our mouths are bigger, less chance of teeth.  And we know what feels good on our own dick—so we do that.”
    He thinks about that.  “That makes sense.” 
    Silence.  Just the sounds of our wet, slick dicks being stroked.
    “Do you suck dick?”  His voice is softer now. Almost a whisper.
    I turn to look at him.  “Sure.”   A beat.  “You want me to?”
    “I dunno.   Not here.”
    “Nobody cares.  And nobody’s here.”
    We lapse into silence, stroking our cocks.
    “Ok.”  This is a whisper.  “Are you just gonna kneel here?  What if someone comes in?”
    “Why don’t you stand here to the side—if we hear the door, you can just step away.”
    He likes this idea.  He takes a deep breath and comes over, his cock held firmly in his hand.
    I hunch down a little in my chair to be at the right height. 
    He stands ready.  I look up at his face—it’s a mix of need and fear.  I open and take him into my mouth.
    He lets out a low hiss of pleasure.  My lips are tight on his shaft and my tongue is working madly all over the underside of it.  I take him all the way down my throat, twice, before I pull off and lick his tight, pulled up testicles.
    “Damn…” he breathes.
    I go back down on him.
    “Oh, fuck, no!” he whispers.
    And he pulls his cock out of my mouth and showers the linoleum. 
    “I swallow,” I blurt out.  “Let me clean you off.”
    But he is already stuffing it into his khakis. 
    “That was amazing,” he whispers and goes.
    I look at the wasted load on the floor.  It looks very white, pooling on the dark floor.
    I go back to stroking.
    I don’t see anyone else all night.
    And I have never seen him again.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "I've Heard Guys Are Better..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     January 14, 2023
  10. FelchingPisser

    Cum-Union: Osvaldo Bends Over

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Grand Rapids—December, 2022
     
    Osvaldo desperately wanted another session with me at Cum-Union.  I was happy to give him one as long as he was still fine with my playing with other men, too.  He was.  Eager even.  He’d loved the rotation of guys in his ass and mouth.  He’d enjoyed watching me fuck another.  He still ached for us to find another hung top so we could double penetrate him. 
    I told him I would come up to the first of the December Cum-Unions.  I got there slightly earlier than our appointed time.  I stripped in the locker room, leaving on my jock and putting my boots back on.  I added my leather wrist band and slung my towel over my shoulder… 
     
    I’m sitting in the movie theatre area.  A man around my age, cinched into his towel, has cruised past me three times as I harden up to the video.  The next pass he makes, he asks if he can suck me.  I nod.  He sits in the seat next to me and leans over to take me into his mouth.  His skills are minimal—but it is still good warmup head.
    “Fuck me?”  he asks, pulling off my cock.
    I tell him I need the first fuck of the night to be the man I’m waiting for, but to find me later in the evening.  He nods, eagerly.  But I never see him again.
    I stroke a little more.  It must be close to 9pm.  I get up start down the stairs.  There is Osvaldo bounding up them to meet me.  We hug.  He leads me right to the exam table.  He covers the middle of it with his towel and leans over it, presenting his voluptuous ass to me.  I am on my knees, with my face buried between his mounds of ass flesh instantly.  His hole is damp.   I make it wet.  He moans as I burrow into his pucker. 
    It's time.  I stand and slide in.  Osvaldo gasps.  “That’s the cock I love,” he croons, making it sound sexier with his slight Latin accent.  I fuck him.  Rather hard. But he’s ready—he’s pushing back on every stroke.  The table squeaks as we fuck.  Men come from the porn areas to watch the real thing.  A grey-haired gent comes closer.  He drops his towel and sticks his hardening dick into Osvaldo’s mouth.  We catch each other’s eye and smile.  He did this the last time we were here—and he is enjoying the spit roasting of the younger man as much as I am.
    I pull out and taste his hole.  He is such a copious lube maker.  I lick him out, offer his ass to the other man (though I know he won’t fuck him) and re-enter for another round.  At least three men linger to watch us.  No one else wants to actually take part.
    I pull out again.  The other guy pats Osvaldo’s shoulder and leaves.  I have him clean up my cock, leaving his ass free.   No takers.  So, I fuck him one more time.
    We break and head to the sling.  It is hung (and padlocked) at a horrible angle.  The foot end is on a downward slope, so the guy fucking has to be very, very short or do such deep knee bends it is unsustainable.  I have brought two extra carabiners.  I fasten the chains up properly.  Osvaldo is now in the proper position.  I kneel and rim him.  An attractive guy in his late 30’s, with shaggy dark hair, comes over and openly strokes to us.  I stand up and fuck.  The new guy moves around to the side of the sling.  Osvaldo cranes his head around so he can suck him.  I fuck the wet ass hard.  On his back he feels quite different.  I enjoy the change.
    “Want to take a turn?” I ask the guy in his mouth.
    “To fuck him or get fucked?”
    “Either.”
    “I’d love you to fuck me.”
    Osvaldo nods.  The two men exchange places.  I am surprised that Osvaldo leans over and rims the guy.  Of course, it leaves his ass at a level for me to fuck him a little more—driving his face into the brown-haired guy’s butt. 
    Soon it’s my dick fucking him.  Man, this guy is tight.  He is a great change of pace.  Osvaldo keeps busy during the fuck by licking the guy’s nipples.   I fuck the new hole happily, until the man asks for a break.
    Osvaldo takes me to his room.  He has a small one this time.  I just fit on the bed.  (I can’t believe I used to spend the night on this size ‘bed’ here in the 1990’s!)  My boy for the night pulls out his camera.  He films himself licking my cock. 
    Licking my boots. 
    Sucking my balls. 
    Fucking him on all fours.
    Now I have to hold it as he rides my cock.
    Soon he devises a way to lean it against his backpack.  It’s a much steadier shot of him impaling himself on me over and over…
    *
    We take a break.  Osvaldo cruises around the whirlpool.  I go try to find some head in the gloryhole area.  Soon enough we are back together at the medical exam table, fucking in public. 
    I fuck Osvaldo on his stomach. 
    I fuck him on his back, his knees on my shoulder.
    I fuck the shaggy haired guy from the sling, as he clings to Osvaldo.  Still as tight as fuck.
    Osvaldo hops off the table to clean my dick after I pull out of shaggy haired guy.  When he’s tasted his fill, I bend him back over the table.  I just get my dick in him when the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in this establishment walks in.  He is my height, tanned and ripped from the gym.  He has just enough hair on his chest to be hot, but still show off the hours of work on his pecs and abs.  He has a small tat above his pec.  The moment he sees us fucking, he drops his towel and begins stroking.
    “You can use him,” I tell the guy.
    “Well, fuck…”  And he gives Osvaldo his cock, just a tiny bit smaller than mine, to suck.  He sighs the moment it touches Osvaldo’s tongue.  I slow down my plowing.  They guy has a really expressive face.  I swear I can tell just what Osvaldo’s mouth is doing to him, by how the guy reacts. 
    We lock eyes.  We smirk.  The guy begins to face fuck Osvaldo.  I pick up my fuck tempo to match him.
    “Can I cum in him?”
    “Do you want his ass?”
    “No.”  His breath is now really ragged.  “I want to feed him my load.”  He pants more.  “Right now!”  And he shoots.  Osvaldo swallows fast—but there is just too much jizz. Some spills on the floor.  Osvaldo manages to catch most of the rest with his hand. 
    I stop and come over.  I take Osvaldo’s hand and smear the man’s jizz onto my cock.  “I’m going to fuck some of your cum into him.” 
    The guy, still panting in recovery, actually gasps.  But his eyes are glued to my jizz covered dick entering the begging-for-it Osvaldo.  Now his hole is even slicker and smoother. 
    I fuck. 
    I suddenly realize this is the end.  I’m going to cream his hole.  I collapse onto his sweaty back.  I pump spurt after spurt into him.  Mixing our jizz deep inside him…
     
    *
    It turns out, the hot guy is starting an Only Fans site.  I wish him luck.  He certainly has the body for it.
     
    Now I know why Osvaldo wanted to get back to his room.  He needed to document it…you may want to go to the original post to see the pics he took of us there.
     
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/01/cum-union-osvaldo-bends-over.html           January 8, 2023
  11. FelchingPisser
    West Michigan—November, 2022
    Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January.  I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc.  It took us until November to see each other once more.
    I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November…
     
    We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows.  Soon enough we strip down and head to the study.  The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks.  Derrick is naked, too.  We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me.
    Jacob enters a few moments later.  He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass.  He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard.  Soon enough I slip to the floor.  I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear.  His hairy cleft is now in front of me.  I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker.  He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth.
    “Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick.  “He’s missed your dick.”
    I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it.  I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole.  He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him.  I give him a moment to adjust.  When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting.
    And I do.  Slow and long.  Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy.  I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good.  I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass.
    I stop.  Only because I am on my knees.  I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine.   I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick.
    Back and forth.  Back and forth.
    “Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick.  This is faster than usual.  Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling.  Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side.  Jacob hops it the sling.  Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. 
    I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position.  I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out.  I stand and fuck.  Again, slow and almost all the way out.  I lock eyes with Jacob.  We see the lust in each other’s gaze. 
    “Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick.  I glance over at him.  He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered.
    I speed up. 
    I fuck and fuck.
    My hands are now greased.  I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way.
    “I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions.  It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up.  Jacob can take big toys now.  My left had slips into him easily.
    “You want me to add my dick?”  As if I didn’t know the answer.  He nods, panting.  I pull my hand out slightly.  My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move.  I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him.  He groans and touches himself.  Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains.  I pull out.  My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock.  I clean up his precum leakage.
    Now I do the right.  It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand.  I try to add my cock.  It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly.
    I go back to fucking.  As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys.  Nothing is normal size.  I discard the idea of a DP. 
    When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves.  I increase the speed.  This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob.  He takes it.  And loves it.
     And he wants a breather.
    We get him out of the sling.  Derrick gets in.  “Go easy.  You were the last person in me last January.”
    My tongue enters Derrick.  I really work on relaxing his hole.  My cock goes in easily.  I watch his face for any pain.  It’s all pleasure.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  I can see it in his eyes when he wants more.  And more.  I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time.
    I switch to my hands.  It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in.  I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in.  Jacob is standing by our side, watching me.  He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there?  Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand.  I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers.
    I now work on getting my right hand in.  I succeed once I add more lube.  I add my cock head—but not the full shaft.
    I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand.  This time my palms are together.  I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle.  I do a slight stretch out.  A year ago, I could double fist him.  There is no way that is happening today.  I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop.
    Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten.  I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable.
    It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food…
     
    The origianal is here, with links to some pictures:  From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       January 5, 2023
  12. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—November, 2022
    I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore.  Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores.  I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed…
     
    I go into the straight theatre first.  There is not a chair to be had.  I stand against the back wall.  Men are groping themselves, but not stroking.  I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door.  There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair.  A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat.  I recognize him from previous visits.  He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock.  I know I am too old for him.  Others scattered around the room look promising.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness.
    The door opens.  A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors.  He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door.  He begins to shed his puffy down jacket.  But he doesn’t stop there.  His shirt comes off.  There is a tat in the middle of his chest.  Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before.  Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor.  He is now naked, but for socks.  He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening.  As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck.  He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like.  He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone.  I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head.  The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole.
    Suddenly he pulls away.  The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat.  The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue.  I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job.  I can’t get enough.  The man he is sucking is panting.  I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole.  The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy.  My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor.  I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not.  He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face.  He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew.
    The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now.
    “Let me suck your cock.”
    I look around.  It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  I guess his limits have expanded.  I stand up and let him get my dick wet.  He sucks well.  He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock.  His mouth tires before I do.  I sit back down.
    An older gentleman asks to take a turn.  I give him a hand so he can get to his knees.  Fuck! He proves to be really toothy.  All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good.  I finally have to ask for a break.  I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me…
    *
    I check the straight side.  A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.)  I go back to the gay cinema.  The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting.  The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked.  I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth.  I like we are side by side cocksuckers. 
    “You swallow?” asks my guy.
    I grunt out something affirmative.  I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young.  My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load.  This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too.  The suckers are both cum whores.  We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away…
    The room is clearing.  The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves.  I go back to my chair.
    We stroke.
    “I need to get out of here.  You want my load?”
    I nod.  It takes the Bear just moments to shoot.  He thanks me and leaves.
    “That was hot.”
    A guy appears from the shadows.  He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard.  But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams.  He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university.  He is openly stroking a nice seven incher.
    I offer to suck him.
    “Thanks, but no.  I’m just looking.”  He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving.
    I am now alone in the room.  I watch the movie.  Then I do myself up and go next door.  The straight room has thinned, too.  The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking.  I join him.  He seems totally cool with this.
    “This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen.
    A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock.
    “That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers.
    We jerk in silence for a bit.  I look around the room.  One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone.  I shrug and go next door.
    A regular is in the corner behind the door.  We nod to each other.  I stand next to him.  He goes down on me—for a long time.  Starting with balls and working up the shaft.
    The door opens.  The Hipster is back.  He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked.  And stroking himself.  I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him.  The Hipster strokes faster.
    Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out.  I help him up.  His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light.  I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments.  I clean him up.
    “You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants.  He pats my elbow and takes off.
    Hipster and I stroke.
    “Okay.”
    “Okay?”
    “Suck me.  If you want.”
    I go to my knees.  His cock is long and thin.  I take him to the root in the first moment.  “Holy fuck,” he sighs.  I pull back up and tongue the head.  It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!)  My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric.  He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day.  My hand goes up them.  I find fishnet-feeling underwear.  Well, well.  My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck.  I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them.  He loves this and tells me so.  I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again.
    That’s it.  He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place.  As if I’m going anywhere.  He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat.  He wilts against the wall.  I clean him up.  He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive.  But he lets me.  And thanks me.
    I stand up.
    “I would love to see you shoot.”
    I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point.  I lean against the wall and stroke.  His hand tentatively touches my balls.  And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    January 2, 2023
  13. FelchingPisser

    A Tale of Three Men

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—November, 2022
    Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home.  I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan.  The weather stopped me.  As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon.  Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess.  The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way home in a storm.
    So, I went home.  I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly heavy.  But Sunday dawned clear and bright.  I looked out the window of the living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel.  The young man my landlord employs to dig us out was just finishing up. 
    By the afternoon, I had decided to go out.  The party had been great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more.  I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about…
     
    There are a few cars in the lot.  I go into the gay cinema first.  I discover a blow job in progress.  I recognize the sucker as a regular.  I don’t know the burly guy who is being serviced.  I excuse myself, as the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.)  I go next door.  Thankfully, the video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room.  I sit in the back row, unbutton and jerk. 
    Through the grate in the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on the chair as he gets sucked.  In a break from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss.
    I jerk.
    Next door, I hear the door open and swing shut with a bang.  I assume he’s blown his load.  I’m wrong—the door here opens and the burly guy comes in.  He nods to me and stands against the back wall.  He looks at my cock—and then at the screen.
    I stroke.  Slowly.  And wait.
    In moments he unzips.  His cock is pulled out.  I glance over.  He is hung—a good 7+ inches.  He doesn’t stroke.  He shakes it at me.  I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a better angle to suck.  I turn slightly—and his hardness slaps me in the face.  I open and swallow him down.
    “Jeez…” he breathes, as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked.  “Your mouth is hot.”
    I grunt something affirmative around his cock.  His dick head drools on my tongue.
    “You have me so close,” he whispers.
    I pull up and work on just the head.  In moments, he grabs my shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth.  When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not needing to do any mop up at all. 
    I have never seen him again.
    *
    I have moved over to the gay side.  The porn is better here.  The guy who was sucking the burly guy lingers for a time.  He makes no effort to suck me—or vice versa.  Finally, he leaves.
    I consider going home. 
    The door opens.  The older man with a long beard walks in.  He is the man who never gets hard but he always shoots a load.  He’s delighted I am there.  He unzips instantly and feeds me his regulation cock.
    True to form, I do all my oral tricks.  He never hardens, but in five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat.  He pats me on the head, zips up and goes home.
    Through the grate in the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door.  I wait a moment, letting the scene on the screen finish in all its creamy glory.  I bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door.  There are two men in the room.  One guy is way down front and I can’t really see him.  I sit in the back row, right behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head.  Though he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking. 
    With me behind him, he begins stroking again.  My dick is wet enough that it makes a sound as I so the same.  He does a half turn to see if he can get a look.  The angle is bad.  He turns back to the screen.
    We stroke.
    Suddenly he stands, he comes around and leans against the wall.  It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head.
    “You suck?”
    I nod and take him into my mouth.  I suck the head.  I deep throat the shaft.  He fucks my face.  He pulls out.  “I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs.
    He sits back down and jerks some more.
    Soon enough, he is back.  We try again.  His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip.  I decide to go for his balls with my tongue and work his shaft with my hand.  This seems to get him close.  He fucks my face again.  He stops, angry at himself. 
    He sits and jerks.  The scene on the screen becomes two guys and a girl doing DP.  He jerks harder.  Actually, I do, too.  As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing his cock to my mouth once again.  I turn to him.  He thrusts into my opening mouth.
    “I really want to blow in you,” he mumbles.
    I work diligently. 
    Suddenly, my hand is knocked away from my cock.  The man from way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head.  This excites the man in my mouth.  I can feel the head of his cock expanding.  
    “Suck that big dick,” the guy against the wall groans out.
    This makes us both pick up speed.  With the added stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself.  And I don’t want to be the first to spew my seed.
    I get my wish.  The guy grabs my head and bucks into my mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy load.  In just moments, while I am still swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs.
    Only later do I realize I never really saw who it was…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Tale of Three Men (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       December 22, 2022
  14. FelchingPisser

    Keshawn Throws a Party

    By FelchingPisser,


    Motel
    Louisville—November, 2022
     
    In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November.  He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there.  He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men.  It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me.  I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana.  I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm…
     
    Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug.  There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television.  We nod to each other.  I recognize him from the last gathering here.  I strip down myself.  In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive.  One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group.  He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party.  We smile at each other as they strip down.  Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me.
    In moments, the seven of us are naked.  The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed.  I am on the bed with the hot versatile.  He is sucking the Top he arrived with.  The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room.  I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt.  He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth.  I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready.
    Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear.  I hear it before I turn around to see it.  The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole.  I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group.  The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. 
    Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill.  He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass.  It feels great as I glide in.  Keshawn is on all fours.  I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn.  The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking.  I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker.
    The next 30 minutes is a blur.  Everyone changes partners every few minutes.  Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking.  I fuck the Latin guy.  He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops.  “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear.  I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn.  I sink to the floor to watch the fuck.  The Latin is on all fours.  Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in.  The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum.  It clings to Keshwan’s cock.  I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips.
    Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing…
    *
    I am lying on the bed.  Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole.   When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move.  It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck.  He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute.
    “Fuck!” he groans.
    Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick.  Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face.  I am almost in overload.  His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here.  My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke.  Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn.  I look over to the other bed.  The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin.  I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load…
    *
    A new arrival has come in.  He’s my age, good looking and versatile.  Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him.  I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass.  His cock is big but not huge.  I watch it fuck into my friend.  I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt.
    Mike pulls out.  “Lick me clean.  I know you want it.”
    I do want it.  I can’t get enough.  He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass.  “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.”  I stay on my knees next to them.  Not that there is any place I’d rather be. 
    Mike pulls out again.  I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack.  He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt.  In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me…
    *
    The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile.  I do more felching and fucking.  Mike is right there to watch.  We kiss.  I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile.
    It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin.
    Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts.   The Latin begs off for a break.  Mike goes back up Keshawn.  “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side.  I am right there—but with my tongue first.  I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke.
    Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass.  He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn.  When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock.
    Now I have three asses to rotate through.  I make them all kneel on the bed:  Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side.  I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. 
    The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses.
    Mike suddenly spasms.  “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum.  I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot.  I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt.  It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. 
    Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Throws a Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)        December 18, 2022
  15. FelchingPisser

    Pushing the Stroker's Limits

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—November, 2022
    I went to the bookstore nearest to me for some Sunday afternoon fun.  Historically, it has been a good time to find playful men needing to get off before the work week starts…
     
    I lock the car and go in.  The parking lot is sparse, but I am slightly earlier than usual.  I go into the straight side.  A younger man I recognize by sight is in the back row.  He is Black, around 30 and with a large frame that carries his weight well.  I know that he loves to jerk to the movies and other people’s action.  He has acted as voyeur for me before, jerking as he watches me have sex.  We nod to each other.  I walk and sit on one of the chairs to the side in front of him.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness, in equal amounts from the sleazy scene on the screen and the anticipation of what might happen.
    As my eyes become accustomed to the light, I realize we are the only men here.  We both stroke for our mutual enjoyment.  I am in great sightlines for him to see me.  I turn occasionally to see if he is enjoying the show.  He is.  And the movie—a nasty hetro anal only vid.
    The door opens.  It’s a man around my age, but this guy is old school Hollywood handsome.  Tall, dark, grey hair—think Cary Grant at 55.  He sits across the aisle from me.  He is instantly aroused by the video—and perhaps the two of us stroking to it.  Where he sits, he can’t see the guy in the back row, just me and video.  His suit pants soon tent up.  He looks over at me.  I shrug—a go-ahead-and-open-them look.  He unzips.  And pulls out a beautiful seven incher with an angry red head.  I smile and turn back to the screen.
    We all stroke.  My dick is leaking, just thinking about that guy’s dick.  I want him in my mouth.  When he looks at me again, I nod.  He nods back.  I take a swig from my water bottle, recap it and stand up.  I reach for him.
    “Sorry.  I don’t let anyone touch me.”
    Fuck, I’ve read all the signals wrong.  I quickly sit back in my chair.  But the spell has been broken.  Soon enough, I pick up my coat and my water bottle and head next door.  I sit in the back row.  The only man in the room is an average looking guy.  He wastes no time in going down on me.
    The door opens.  I don’t let my sucker get up.  Mr. Hollywood comes in.  He nods to me, sits where he can watch the blow job and pulls his cock out.  My sucker, seeing the new dick, moves to service him.
    “He wants to watch me get sucked,” I tell him, sounding slightly more sharp than I intended.  The sucker obediently goes back down on me.  He works harder on my cock.  Showing off.
    “Get my balls.” 
    He burrows in, as I stroke the wet shaft.  This gives the voyeur a great view.  He beats harder.
    My cocksucker tries hard, but I am nowhere near giving him a load.  He finally gives up and takes off.  I hear him go next door—where he will just be disappointed with yet another stroke- only guy.
    Silence. Then:
    “That’s a beautiful cock,” says the handsome one.
    “As is yours.”
    “Thanks.”
    We stroke—looking at each other, not really at the film.
    “Sorry about before, I don’t let guys play with me here.  Married, you know.”
    I nod.
    We stroke.
    “May I touch yours?”
    This surprises me.  But I nod in agreement.  He comes over and sit on the other half of the bench I’m on.  His right hand reaches over and wraps around my hot flesh.
    “Damn, you’re thick.”  He gives me a few strokes.  “It’s so…heavy.  I mean, it….” He trails off.
    “I know what you mean—it’s a true ‘piece of meat.’”
    He strokes me faster.  His left hand touches my balls, rubbing the wet, hairy orbs.
    “Do you fuck women, too?”
    “Occasionally—but only if there is a hot husband in the equation, as well.”
    “Fuck, I’d love to see that…” he trails off.  And stops touching me.  He moves back to his chair and we both focus on the video and stroke to the hairy and tatted guys on the screen about to breed.
    A long silence.
    “I hate thinking your cum will end up on the floor,” I tell him.  “Would you consider shooting on my face?”
    He stops stroking and looks at me.
    “Totally safe for you and hot for me as I lick your load out of my beard.”
    He says nothing.  And moments later goes next door.
    I sigh.  And go piss.  I consider going home.  But I check the straight room again.
    The two strokers are there.  The Black guy still seated in the back row.  Mr. Hollywood leaning against the back wall.  Both are flogging their cocks like crazy.  I take mine out and sit close to them.  Watching. 
    Both men are close.  I decide what the hell. I get up and kneel in front of Mr. Hollywood.  I am nowhere near close enough to connect with his wet cock, but in good range for a blast of cum.  He actually looks at me and smiles, jerking even harder.
    The guy to the side sees me and stands up.  He aims his dick in my direction and fires off.  The cum splats on the floor, nowhere near me, but it’s a nice thought.  Mr. Hollywood sees this—and it makes him shoot.  I move slightly towards him.  I am rewarded with one blast on my beard.  The rest goes on the floor.  My tongue finds his cum—rather sweet—and that is enough for me to shoot, too, mixing our semen on the floor.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Pushing the Stroker's Limits (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    December 11, 2022
  16. FelchingPisser
    Near home—November, 2022
    When I got home from my disappointing Friday bookstore outing, I thought about going downstairs and taking matters into my own hands while watching some porn on the big screen television in the playroom.  But I didn’t.  Jerking off alone bores me.  I decided to save the load for someone on Saturday night.  I had recently been impressed with the Saturday night crowd at the bookstore closest to me—so I resolved to go there again…
     
    Once again, there are lots of men milling around the two theatres.  There is also, once again, a higher percentage of men of color than I am used to seeing here.  I settle against the side wall in the straight room.  Now, jerking to attract men to come play with me, is jerking I enjoy.  I am soon rewarded with a regular, a greying bear around my age,  He kneels and sucks my cock.  He is good if not great.  Lovely warm up head.
    “Don’t forget my balls.”
    The Bear obediently moves down and begins to lick my swollen nut sack.  When I’ve had enough of that, a simple touch to the back of his head, moves him back up to my wet shaft.  When his knees tire, I thank him as I give him an arm to get him back to his feet.
    “Nice dick.”
    The voice is behind me.  I turn.  A young man, somewhere between 25 and 35 stands there.  He is rather short, dressed in light grey sweats, which contrast starkly with his ebony skin tone.  I smile at him.  He sits in the empty chair next to me.  It takes a few minutes, but soon his hand furtively takes my cock out of my hand and into his.  He strokes it for a few moments and whispers, “Damn.”
    He lets go of it and turns to look at me.  “Did you let a guy around my age suck your cock the other night?”
    “Lots of guys suck this dick, so maybe.”
    “My age.  He would have taken you into one of those booths.”
    I know just who he means, another Black young man who was desperate for my load.  He sucked me with great skill until he warned me that he was going to shoot himself.  I ended taking his load.  “Yeah, I think I know who you mean.”
    “He told me all about you.  Told me to watch for you.”
    “That’s hot.”
    The young man touches my cock again.
    “I want to suck you, too...”
    “Go ahead,” I tell him.
    “I can’t do it here.  Come to the booth.  Like he did.”
    I shrug and do up my fly. 
    We go out together—all eyes on us from the rest of the men in the room.  He opens the door to the middle of three preview booths.  I smile—it’s the same one.
    The guy sits and pulls his sweat pants down.  His Andrew Christian underwear pouch is very full.  He takes out a long, thin dick.  He pulls on himself slightly as I open my fly.  “Let me suck that big white cock.”
    I give it to him.  His mouth envelops me.  He’s good.  Wet.  A busy tongue.  No teeth.  I wonder idly if the two young men play together.  It would be hot to have the three of us in one room…
    My mind is pulled back to the mouth on me.  He’s gone from the shaft to my balls.  As I watch, he slides from the bench to his knees.  He inhales deeply.  He groans and jerks himself harder as his tongue licks each hairy orb.
    He stops.  “Please sit down—but pull those pants off.”
    I open them and the old camouflage pants bunch around the tops of my boots.  I sit and spread my legs.  He grunts his appreciation.  His tongue is now all over my ball sack.  He even lifts them, once they are thoroughly wet, and tongues my perineum.  The more he licks, the faster he strokes.
    “I really want your cum,” he murmurs.
    I help this to happen by stroking my spit covered cock as he goes back to licking my nuts.  His tongue swabs them both once again.  His tongue now replaces my hand on my shaft.  Up it climbs, slowly, but ever higher.  Soon his mouth envelops my cock head. He takes me down his throat—and then bobs up and tongues my piss slit.
    He pulls off.  My hands go to his shoulders and give him an encouraging squeeze.
    “Daddy, likes Black boys?”
    I nod. 
    He jerks himself harder as he leans in to take me into his mouth again.  “Oh, shit.  I’m gonna cum.”  He stands up.  “Take my load…”
    I lean forward.  I am just in time.  I get every drop of his huge, creamy offering.  I hold his balls so he can’t pull out, as my tongue gets every drop out of him.
    “Shit…” he breaths.
    “It’s fine.”
    It makes me smile that he had no more self-control than his friend.  I take it as a compliment.
    He pulls himself together fast. 
    “Maybe next time you’ll get mine,” I tell him.
    He nods.
    “And say hello to your friend.”
    He nods once again and is out the door.  I pull up my pants.  My cock will not go down.  I find the Bear, who started my night, in the dark corner of the gay cinema.  He needs little encouragement to go to his knees and suck me again.
    In moments, he is getting my pent-up load…
     
    I actually went back to the bookstore the next day after a playroom hook-up cancelled.  I would write up “Bookstore Sunday” if I remembered anything about that session…
     
    The original, and over a 1000 othere posts, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday: “He Told Me to Watch for You…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       December 3, 2022
  17. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—November, 2022
    Jake came to see me on a Thursday.  When Friday dawned, I was horned.  Really horned.  I was aware I was erect even before I was aware that I was awake.  I showered and did all those morning things.  The erection may have ebbed, but not the feeling.  I wanted sex; sex that was different than the kind of sex I had had the day before.  It being Friday, it made me think it might be a good afternoon at the bookstore that had just changed its video lounge into more of a playspace.
    The moment that thought hit, my cock told me it was the right answer. I packed a lunch, dressed in clothes I didn’t care about and hit the road, nursing my second mug of tea…
     
    There are a few cars here at 11:30am.  I am early on purpose.  I want to stroke a little and watch the men arrive.  I pay and go in.  No one seems to be here.  No, there is a man’s head appearing over the partitions that make the row of cubicles.  He must be standing on the ottoman in the last booth.  I can feel his eyes watching me as I sit down in the main area, the one showing straight and gay porn on the same wall.  I open my fly.  I hear him make some sort of noise in the back of his throat.  When I turn, he has disappeared into the cubicle.
    I stroke.  Suddenly he emerges from the curtained doorway.  He is naked except for a pair of shower thongs.  His erection is swaying from side to side as he strides toward me.  He goes to his knees without a word and wrests my erection from my hand and swallows me down.  I think I know him from here, but I can’t quite place him.  I try to get lost in the moment.  His oral technique is good—but just as I am beginning to relax, he knicks me with a tooth or squeezes my shaft in a death grip.  So instead, I’m tense.
    “You need to fuck me,” he keeps repeating, when he comes up for air.
    Finally, he squeezes me once too often.  “Get on your knees of the sofa,” I bark.
    “Why?”  He’s not playacting here.  He really doesn’t know what I want.
    “You said you wanted to be fucked.”
    That does it.  He jumps up, knees on the cushion next to me.  I get up and bend to rim.  Now I know who it is…it is the man who anoints every inch of skin on his body with baby oil.  I can smell it before my face connects.  How could I not before?  I forego ass eating.  I lube up and slide in.  The man grunts and moans.  “Give me your load.  Cum in me.”
    “Earn it,” I snap.
    Instead of inspiring him to work harder, he just takes a hit of poppers and let’s his asscunt go slack.  And then I feel it.  I know, as I pull out, what I’m going to find.  He cleaned for a six incher, not for me,
    I stomp off to the bathroom while he keeps telling me it’s impossible that he’s dirty…
    *
    I watch porn.  There are men milling about.  Not many.  A man my age with a shaved head finds me.  He gives good oral.  He was a witness to the earlier fuck—and assures me he is cleaned out properly.  I fuck him.  And he’s wrong.
    Strike two.
    Once I have cleaned up, I go eat my lunch.  New men are walking around as I come back in from my car.  I sit in the overstuffed chair in the gay room.  Another man is here, on the far end of the couch.  He is very blue collar—in his work clothes, seemingly direct from some sort of job with cars.  I can smell the engine oil on him—a smell I find hot, not in the least off putting.  I take out my cock.  He smiles at me, rather tensely.  But he unzips the slightly oil-stained blue pants.  He takes out a thick piece of meat, coaxing it to full hardness.
    We stroke.  My eyes on him.  His eyes moving back and forth from the porn to my cock.  Minutes pass.  I stand up.  “May I?”  I indicate the seat next to him on the couch. 
    He nods.
    I sit.  And now we stroke side by side.  Soon, my hand is on his cock, his on mine.  We both stroke each other, a little awkwardly.  Without asking, I go to the floor and take him in my mouth.  This finally makes him harden up fully.  He sighs, closes his eyes and his rough hands stroke the stubble on my head. 
    I feel, rather than see, a man sit on the couch.  I glance up.  It is an older Black man.  His gnarled hand reaches over and strokes the guy’s bush and chest.  When I come up for air, the Black guy leans down and take him in his mouth.  I move to the mechanic’s balls, taking them individually into my mouth.
    I pull off him.  The older man lets me have another go at the drooling dick.  But soon, we are sharing it again.  He sucks some, I suck some.  He sucks while I lick balls…
    My knees rebel.  I stand up.  The Mechanic leans forward and takes me in his mouth.  This inspires the older man to really go to town on the Mechanic.  I like what he’s doing to my dick, but it is an awkward position.
    “Hey,” the Mechanic taps the older man on his shoulder, indicating for him to stop.  “What I really want is for you to fuck me,” he says, looking up at me.
    I think back to the two other men with not very well-prepared asses.  I start to stumble through a speech about cleaning out.  The Mechanic cuts me off.  “I know how to do that—and did it.  I just don’t know if I can take someone bigger than my shower nozzle.”
    The Mechanic stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  The underwear follows.  He turns and braces himself on the arm of the sofa.  The older man has unzip and is stroking his own cock now as I lube up.  The ass in front of me is totally smooth on the cheeks—and incredibly hairy in the cleft.  I want to rim him, but the Mechanic reaches back and pulls me by my cock towards his hole.
    “Go slow,” he implores. 
    I work my head in.  The Mechanic starts to pant.  I disappear into him inch by inch.  I am almost all the way in.
    “Oh, fuck, no!”  The Mechanic pulls off me.  “Sorry.  No way.”
    I shake my head and go piss.
    I take one last look around and go home…
     
    This Friday might have been a bust—but if I’d gotten off then, I would have missed the hot man I met on Saturday.  And that’s the next post!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Friday: "Go Slow..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       November 30, 2022
  18. FelchingPisser

    Jake Takes It All

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    My Playroom—November, 2022
    In the first few days of November, I had a date to fuck and fist Jake.  (And likely abuse his balls.)  I hadn’t seen him for a quite some time, February to be precise.  We had tried on a couple of occasions to meet, but our schedules had never meshed.  But we knew we’d see each other again.  After all, he is the man I have played with longer than anyone else in my current stable of men.
    He drove in on a beautiful fall day and we began to play in the early afternoon…
     
    Jake, in his harness, sits on the bed.  I take my thickening cock out of the jock pouch.  He licks the head, savoring the pearl of precum, and then takes my length down his throat.  I harden the rest of the way as I feel his throat constrict around me.  I pull out.  Jake sighs—and does it again.  It’s harder now to get me down his throat.  Poppers come out.  The last inch goes in—but for only a second.  It actually hurts me, it’s so tight.
    “Up on the bench.”
    Jake complies and I kneel behind him.  I pull the cheeks apart and my tongue zeros in on his hole.  He grunts as I connect.  I get his hole as wet as I possibly can.  I am coating my cock with cocoanut oil as I lick his pucker.  I stand up and enter his ass.  Slow and steady.  The sippy cup of poppers is used again.  Jake sighs and tells me to fuck him.  I begin a steady thrust without the usual waiting-in-place time.  I build the strokes quickly—using my entire length on each insertion. 
    It's driving him crazy.  He moans continually.  I put a foot up on the bench in front of his left knee.  I sink into him even deeper.  Again and again. 
    I get the leg down and return to fucking at a more normal depth.  But Jake needs more.  Already.  I grab the egg headed dildo, lube it up and twist it into place.  My cock slides in under the toy—making his hole feel tight again.  I fuck like this for a few minutes.  Then I slip out, leaving the toy in place and add my dick on the of it.  It feels quite different as the underside of my cock rubs the many grooves of the toy.
    I don’t often fist on the bench, but Jake is ready for more.  I find the Crisco under the sling and lube up my hands.  The left slides in easily.  I alternate back and forth.  A twist on the entry and another on the exit.  Left.  Right.  Left.  Right. Right. And left.
    Jake is in his own world.  But as he feels me wind down, he murmurs a “Go for a double.”  I wonder if it’s too soon but say nothing.  I re-grease and slide the left into place.  My right palm glides down the forearm sticking out of his ass and joins the left hand deep in his hole.  Jake moans in absolute pleasure…
    * 
    On to the sling.  I clean up his hole of excess Crisco with a towel and then spend several minutes rewarding it with my tongue and lips.  I love the feel of ass lips in all stages of play.  Jake’s are now engorged and puffy.  I suck them into my mouth as my tongue teases deep inside him.
    I slip on the Ass Grommet, the toy that supersizes my cock’s thickness.  The head pokes out unchanged in girth, but my shaft is encased now in a latex donut.  I watch Jake’s face as he feels the thickness stretch his hole.  He sighs in contentment as I sink in.  I fuck with it on for many minutes.  Then I hold the toy in place inside him and pull my cock out.  It creates a lovely vacuum sound.  I grease my cock a little and push back in through the hole in the toy and fuck him some more.
    I go for a lot more hand work.  Alternating between the slightly smaller left and my active right.  I don’t go for another double.  Yet.  Jake often checks the mirror to watch the insertions, but more often has his eyes closed and is seemingly just reveling in the sensations.
    I use the speculum—cranking open the device with ease.  I fuck with it in place.  Cool metal (for the first moment) on the sides and hot flesh above and below me.  Soon enough the stainless steel is as hot as his ass.
    With the speculum out, I go back to full fisting.  I do a lot of stretching.  Now, with his guidance, I work in a little deeper than I have ever been inside him.   It is a slow, slow crawl into the very depths of his person.  Past the second hole…the bend…
    Once I’ve retreated—it’s back to some alternating hands.  So far, they have been going in flat—fingers first and curling shut into a fist once they are inside him.  I repeat that—working up to a faster rhythm.  Now I go a true punch fist—going in with my fingers curled tightly shut.  Just a couple of times…and then it’s time to relax.
    We lay on the bed.  Jake falls fully asleep for a moment.  The porn on the screen ends.  I don’t want to move to restart it for fear of waking him.  When he wakes, he grabs the red wooden box ball crusher.  I watch as he gets his nuts in place.
    Jake gets back in the sling.  I find the extra chain we used before to suspend the crusher from the top of the sling stand.  We get it all in place, so the box pulls on his nut sack, while the interior of it is squeezing his large, sensitive testicles.  Jake adjusts how much pressure he wants on his nuts, and then adds nipple clamps to himself.  I am not going to tighten things down this time on the box.  I leave his balls alone and play with his hole.  Some cock, the egg headed toy again and, mostly, my hands.
    I start fisting the usual way.  But I am gliding home to a double much more often.  More so than I have ever doubled Jake.  He is now literally in another head space.  All from just poppers and the pleasure I am giving his hole. 
    We are quickly wrapping up play.  His hole is tiring.  I can tell.  I do one more double.  Jake breathes as if giving birth---and suddenly his whole body shudders as his internal orgasm takes over…
    *
    Jake has often written up the play from his perspective.  I have just read his version.  We remember things in a similar way—with some interesting differences.  I will publish his write up tomorrow, 24 hours from when I publish this one.
     
    Here is the link to the original:  From My Side of the Sling: Jake Takes It All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)          November 26, 2022
    Here is the link to Jake's version of events:  From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Jake Gets Another Day in the Dungeon (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     November 27, 2022
  19. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—October, 2022
     
    I had joined Osvaldo at a number of events held at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids.  Between each of them he kept up a lively text conversation—sending me enticing pictures of his ass.  I finally gave in and decided to meet him at the second Cum-Union party of October.  We agreed on a time—and off I went.
    I paid my admission and went to find my locker.  The place seemed busy, but not packed.  I hoped that would mean men would be more playful.  I ditched my clothes, leaving on a moderately stained jock and my combat boots.  I was a half hour early, so I went to make a tour of the upstairs play areas.
    It hasn’t changed.  The sling is hung at a horrible downward angle and too low (except for the shortest top you can imagine.)  There is a dark corner nearby with a couch.  There is a porn viewing area and a sauna.  The gloryhole room is empty.  The medical exam table is on the opposite side, along with another porn screen.
    I sat in the big porn area (with theatre seats) and stroked a little…
     
    “Hello, again…”
    It is a young Latin man, but not Osvaldo.  He reaches for my cock—and grabs me tightly. Too tightly to be comfortable.  I pry his fingers loose.  I recognize him from the last time I was here.  We’d fucked—and it was adequate.  I explain I am waiting for someone.
    “Find me later,” he says as he goes off on the hunt.
    I put my now wilted cock away and go down to the lockers.  And there is Osvaldo, just locking his up.  We hug.  “I am on the waiting list for a room,” he tells me.  But we don’t wait.  We go up to the medical exam table.  I bend him over, so his chest is on the padded table top.  His towel falls away.  He has gained a little weight since our last meet, but it just makes his ass more voluptuous.  I kneel and bury my face into his cheeks for the first of hundreds of times in the next few hours.  He is wet, just from the thought of my cock.  I burrow in.  The sound of my spitting into his hole fills the concrete walled room.
    I need to fuck.  I stand up and slide into him.  He gasps.  He’s been playing with some big toys—he takes me much easier than last time.  I fuck him—long strokes.  And slow.
    “Give it to me hard…” he moans.
    I do.  Now it is the sound of my hips on his ample ass that fill the room.  And draw spectators.  They stroke openly or grope themselves through their towels.  One man, my age, knows what we want.  He comes over and feeds Osvaldo his cock.  It’s only been ten minutes—and already the boy has what he craves—cock in both holes at the same time.
    Eventually, I offer the man Osvaldo’s ass.
    “Thanks, but I’m an oral guy,” he says, pulling out and wrapping his towel around his bigger than average cock.
    We fuck some more there, but no one else joins us.  I pull out and go sit in a chair near the table.  I spread my legs.  “Taste your ass on my dick.”
    He’s right there, kneeling and cleaning my cock.  His tongue works every inch.  He suddenly stops, checking his phone, his constant companion.
    “I’ll be back,” he tells me.  “Fuck someone else for a minute.”  And is gone down the stairs.
    Instantly, the other Latin guy is there.  Did he hear Osvaldo?  He bends over the exam table.  I eat him out and fuck him.  But he’s one of those guys who tells me exactly how I need to do it.  Too deep, too fast, too slow, etc.  I make a mental note to avoid him in the future.
    I slap his ass, pull out and go downstairs.  Osvaldo meets me—he has the room.  It’s a double bed sized mattress on a wooden platform.  He leads me there and firmly shuts the door.  “Just us this time.”
    He tells me to lie down.  He gives me head.  He snaps away with his phone.  This is why he wanted the room.  He is taking pictures of his mouth wrapped around my dick.  Or licking my boots.  Or him sitting on my face, feeding me his wet hole.  Now he gets close-ups of my cock sliding into him as he sits on me.  He bounces hard—blissing out and finally forgetting to film.
    When his legs tire, I lean him chest to bed and eat his now super wet hole.  I fuck—and kill the shot (the video I posted) by putting my knee up on the bed so I can fuck him deeper.  My left hand finds the back of his neck.  I hold him in place as I plow into him…
    *
    I open the door.  A Latino Daddy is right there.  He comes in and fucks for a bit.  When he leaves, I eat the hole he’s just plowed and fuck Osvaldo until the next man arrives.  A young otter clambers up on the bed and feeds Osvaldo as I fuck.  He eventually fucks him, too.  He says nothing, but I find that he has loaded Osvaldo’s ass.  I felch it out.
    Another man enters and fucks.
    Yet another comes in as I’m fucking.  His finger indicates that he wants my ass.  When I say “no” he has no interest in staying.
    Even the bottom next door comes over to fuck Osvaldo.  “It sounded so good through the wall,” he tells us, “I got super hard.”  He has—and uses it on Oswado’s, now super wet, hole.
    We try another round upstairs.  But we get no takers. 
    We go into the glory hole room.  No one.
    We go back to his room, and instantly have two more guys in with us.  Each fucks him.  No loads, but that’s just fine.  I clean his ass up each time before fucking him as hard as I know how..
    *
    It’s late.  I need to go.  The men at the door have slowed.  I am getting tired.  Osvaldo is on his back, legs in the air.  I stand on the floor at the edge of the bed and slip into him, worrying that I have fucked too much to get off.  But no.  I give him three jets of cum.  But it’s that rote emptying of my over-used balls—not the overpowering cum shot I love.
    I say good night.
    The moment I leave, a Latin daddy is back for more.  He shuts the door behind him.  I make one more round of the play area.  A young man I recognize from somewhere is getting fucked on the couch near the sling.  He is also sucking a third man’s cock.  I watch his ass get loaded.  The guy leaves.  The young man does not move.  I go over and sample the load dripping from his hole.  My tongue finds it thick and creamy.  My cock demands to fuck.  I slip into him.  The young man grunts around the cock in his mouth.  I fuck a few swift strokes in the cummy hole. 
    I am there.  The full blown cum shot I needed.  I give him back more cum than I ate from his hole…and tell him so as I pull out.  He just keeps sucking the other man, his dripping ass up in the air for more…
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Gets What He Needs at Cum-Union (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       November 20,2022
  20. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—October, 2022
     
    I had met him just a few days ago.  Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place.   (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two).    He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him.  He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass.  He had asked for my number before we were done there.  A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom…
     
    He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom.  He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock.  I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair.  His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock.  He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch.  He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric.  My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue.  It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended.  He lifts an edge and my cock springs free.  He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat.  To the root.  And holding it there.  I push slightly—making him choke. 
    He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes.  “Do that again.”
    So I do.
    He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit.  My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face.  This makes his hard cock ooze.  We do it all again, repeating the same process.
    “Up on the bench,”
    He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass.
    “Anything you want,” he tells me.
    I choose to tongue it first.  Deep and hard.  He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall.  It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing.  Now he can see it as well as feel it.  He moans. 
    I stand up.  “Did you say ‘anything?’”
    “Yes, Sir.
    I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack.  A short, quick blast.  I go to my knees and lick him clean.  I stand up and do it again.  I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock.  This time when I stand, I push into him.  His puffy ass lips part and take me.  One inch.  Two.  I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. 
    “Fuck me!”
    I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck.  I speed up quickly.  I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly.  Just as suddenly I stop.
    “You want to taste your hole?”
    “Yes, Sir.  Love it.”
    I walk around to his mouth.  He gobbles me down, slurping loudly.  “Can you taste any of my piss?”
    He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative.
    I go back and fuck him some more.  When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock.  I let him.  I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep.  Then it’s another round in his butt.
    He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few.  He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile.  I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. 
    Which makes me want to fuck it one more time…
    *
    We’ve moved to the sling.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass.  It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me.  His hole is responsive to every thrust. 
    “Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.”
    This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains.  Finally, I stop to catch my breath.
    “Let me eat your ass.  Please.”
    “Sling or rimseat?” I ask.
    “Both.”
    I help him out and take his place in the sling.  He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt.  He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue.  He’s great.  And obviously loves it.  He’s rock hard.  I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror.
    I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry.  I just lie back and stroke.
    “I want to try the rimseat.”
    I get out and drag it from its corner.  I arrange the mat to lie on.  “Let me give you a break and go under first.”
    I do.  His ass fills every bit of room.  My mouth is plastered to his wet hole.  I can barely get air.  But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine.  I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum.  It’s my turn to groan.  He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me.  I turn myself to the side in order to get some air.  I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again.
    He stands up.  “My turn.”
    We switch.  I sit gingerly on the seat.  His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole.  I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue.
    Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable.  My hole is amazing relaxed and wet.  I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest.  He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there.
    “I need to breed you.  You want my cum up your hole?”
    “Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me.
    I stand up.  I move around and help him to his feet.  “Sling or bench?”
    “Sling,” he decides.  “I can see more.”
    Back to the sling we go.  I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again.  My cock is slick and ready.  I stand up and plow into him.  He grunts at the force of my entry.  I can’t help it.  I am in total rut.  I can think of nothing but my release.
    Two strokes.  Maybe three.  And I explode.  Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock.  I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted…
    *
    (And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub.  He’s coming back next week!)
     
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)          November 15, 2022
     
     
  21. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—October, 2022
    I got the word at the last minute.  The host of the sex party I have written so often about on this site, was looking to start it up again, in a limited fashion.  It was still to be in Grand Rapids, but in someone else’s home.  He asked if I was available to attend—and if I could bring the sling and rimseat.  Naturally, I said ‘yes.’
    It was right in the middle of the month, when the weather was still warm.  I packed the car and took off in the late afternoon. The trees along the highway were still a riot of reds and yellows. I found the new place easily, in a rather expensive looking neighborhood.  The host, short and dark, helped me carry things in.  The owner of the house was a good-looking man around my age.  He had closely cropped hair and was rather tall and thin. He had not attended any of the groups where I had been in attendance.  But he was eager.
    I got things set up just as the rest of the men arrived.  I knew regular attendees Tim and Brad with their big thick cocks.  A blond man, early fifties and thickly built, was a newbie to sex in groups.  A regular fuck bud of the host’s, another man I didn’t know, was to arrive later.  A small group—but a good way to get back at it again…
     
    “You all need to fuck me.”  The Host jumps in the sling.  I go to my knees and begin to suck on Brad’s thickening cock.  Tim goes to the floor to suck mine.  We all watch the Newbie grease up his dick and slide into the Host.  I watch Newbie’s face.  I can tell the moment the Host clamps down on his dick and begins to milk it.  His eyes grow big and he begins to pant.  He starts to fuck him, hard, as the Owner twists his nipples.  The harder the twist—the harder he fucks into the host’s wet hole.
    The three of us regroup.  Tim sucks his partner and I try to take Tim into my mouth without scraping my teeth on his thick dick.  It has always been thick—but he’s been pumping it lately—and it is even thicker and more of a mouthful.
    I notice the Owner is now up the Host.  Newbie stands by and returns the nipple stimulation.  The Owner is fucking with an easy, purposeful stroke.  It makes the man in the sling beg for it: “Fuck me harder,” he moans.  And he does, making the chains rattle.
    The Owner pulls out.  “He’s ready for the bigger dicks.”
    Tim goes first, that fat cock super-sizing his hole. 
    Then I fuck him.
    And finally, Brad.  The other men stand and stroke to our fucking the small man in the sling.
    “You should get in the sling,” Newbie says to the Owner.
    “I thought I was gonna top all afternoon,” he says, but he’s leaning against the sling frame and letting Newbie finger fuck his ass.  I get him into the sling and let Newbie fuck him first.  Then I do.  Others have gone to the bed.  Tim, on all fours, has his partner up his ass.  The Host crawls under him to lick the long dick as it fucks into Tim.  Soon the three of us at the sling, go over and join the men on the bed.  I rim and fuck all three holes available to me, each juicier than the last.
    “Eat my ass like that,” says Newbie.  He has come up behind me as I slide into the Owner’s hot butt, after licking his ass thoroughly.
    I keep fucking, but nod to Newbie.  He moves to cradle me from behind and starts playing with my hole, sure I will let him in.  I keep batting his probing finger away.  The man I’m fucking asks for a break.  I pull out and turn to Newbie. “I’ll rim you either in the sling or on the rimseat.”
    “I’ve never been in a sling…”
    We go over and I get him up and in the stirrups.  I kneel and look at his pale, hairless ass.  I pull apart the cheeks—and my tongue connects with his hole. 
    “Fuck, yes…” he croons.  I lick the crack a lot and then begin fucking him with my tongue.  He jerks his cock.  Faster and faster.  The Host comes over and his mouth replaces the man’s hand.   Newbie groans.   Brad joins us, sticking his long dick in Newbie’s mouth.  It’s too much.  He yelps and begs us to stop or he’ll cum too soon…
    *
    We are 30 minutes into playing.  We are all back on the bed…three tops, going from hole to hole.  The friend of the host arrives.  He strips down.  The six of us are all 55 and up.  The new man is a good 15 years younger.  And very good looking.  He comes, naked and built to the foot of bed.  Every man in the room is all over him.  He just stands there—letting six men fondle, suck and tongue him. 
    He is all top.  He samples all the available asses with his slightly above average endowment.
    While he fucks Tim, I line up behind him so his butt pushes against my tongue on his backstroke.  He groans.  “You have to really eat my ass out.”
    I let him finish his fuck.  He comes right to me, the moment he pulls out of Tim.  I help him into the sling.  I rim.  All the others ring him as he lays there, squirming.   Hands and tongues are everywhere on his body.  Nipples, mouth, cock, ass.  Mr. Hot Looking is groaning, well whenever there isn’t a tongue or dick in his mouth. 
    For a man who doesn’t get fucked, his hole is opening. Opening easily.  My tongue is going deeper and deeper into him.  He pants and twist his balls, pleading for the man on his cock to slow down.
    A phone goes off.  Newbie has to leave.  For what ever reason, other men follow his lead. 
    Suddenly, I am alone with the Owner and the Host.  And they are picking things up.
    I don’t think anyone has gotten off.
    I pack up and drive home, still needing relief…
    *
    (It was a good time—I just needed that last five minutes in somebody…)
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Group of Six (No, Make That Seven) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       November 12, 2022
  22. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—October, 2022
    (This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.)
    I wander back to the trans room.  Blond Boy is on the exam table.  He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups.  “This should make it easier.”
    I go to my knees and begin eating his ass.  I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass.  I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth.  There is movement behind me.  Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in.  They both have their cocks out.  Gym Rat goes to his knees to suck the bear.
    I stand up.  The table is not a great height for me, but my cock finds its way into his furry hole.  I look over my shoulder.  The men have reversed on who is sucking who.
    “Fuck me, man.”
    I plow into him.  Hard.  Flesh on flesh slapping sounds fill the room.  Both men come over and jerk to our fuck.
    “You want a turn?”  I am looking at the Bear, but Gym Rat moves to replace me.  He does a couple strokes, sighs and takes off.  I go back up Blond Boy.  I hammer him hard for Bear’s benefit.  The Bear is now hot and ready.  He taps me on the shoulder and I give way.  His cock finds his hole and sinks in.  He pauses for a moment, obviously luxuriating in the tight wetness.  He begins to pound.  The table rocks.  Blond Boy grunts.  I stroke, sure that the Bear will give me a fresh load to fuck in.  But he stops—winded.  He pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  I clean his wet cock and fuck Blond Boy some more as the Bear watches.
    “Let’s take a break,” says Blond Boy.  The angle of the table is not very comfortable.  I help get him down and go out into the main area.  The Bear follows me.  I find Gym Rat, shorts around his ankles, standing and jerking to the straight porn.  I go to my knees and the Bear plays with Gym Rat’s nipples under his tee, and then raises it to lick them.  Gym Rat pulls out of my mouth with “I need to jerk, to actually shoot.”  His hand strokes himself in a flurry.  He fires three blasts of semen.  First in my beard—and the rest in my mouth.  He thanks us and takes off.
    “I need to suck your cock.”
    The Bear indicates for me to take a seat on the couch.  I do.  He kneels, still jerking his cock and takes me in his mouth.  Fuck!  He has a great tongue.  It is all over every inch of my used cock.  Licking and slurping.  And now my balls.  The Bear leaves them wet and dripping.  He is moving down, licking under them now.  Sensing my ‘go to’ place of where my cock ring cradles my balls.  He huffs the sex sweat I have there—and then licks it all up, groaning in the back of his throat.  His tongue snakes lower yet.
    “You want to rim me?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    I stand up to undo my pants, letting them fall.  I sit and he pushes my knees up with his big hands before burrowing his face into my hairy crack.  Damn, this guy is good.  I just let my mind go blank, letting him eat me out.
    “Flip over.”
    I get up on all fours on the couch.  He can get deeper into me this way—and his tongue is feeling great.  He licks me for a very long time—until his knees give out on the hard concrete.
    “Fuck me?” he asks, standing up.
    “Sure.”
    He replaces me on the couch, on all fours.  It’s my turn to rim.  I try to give him as much pleasure as he just gave me.  He is panting now as I dig deep into his hairy pucker.  “Fuck me with that big raw dick, man.  Please.”
    I stand up and slap my cock on his ass.  I find his now loose pucker with my drooling cock head.  A slight thrust and it disappears.  One more thrust—and half my shaft is inside him, stretching his hole.  “Damn…” he groans.  Now it’s all of me.   I build quickly from a slow rocking fuck to a hard driving dick down.  The Bear takes it all—and asks for more.
    Blond Boy comes out and watches me use the Bear.  He gropes himself.  And then disappears down to the arcade.
    I fuck the Bear until he needs to change position.  He wants it on his back, but that will be impossibly low for me on the couch.  We decide to use the exam table.  I find how I can adjust the height and the angle for his back.  The Bear gets up on it, feet resting on the stirrups.  I eat his wet hole again.  He calls me a pig, as I do it.
    I stand up and fuck.  He starts with jerking his cock in rhythm to my strokes—but soon leaves his dick alone and just focuses on the pleasure I am giving his ass and prostate.  I am so close to shooting—at least twice—but I just keep going.
    Finally, he stops me.  He has to get to some sort of appointment.  We exchange numbers.  We both want more from each other.
    I look around the deserted play area.  Anyone here to get me off?
    Blond Boy appears.  He gets up on the adjusted exam table.  I eat his hole—wondering if he got fucked downstairs.  I stand, enter and blast a load deep into his guts…
     
    *
    I had so much fun, that the next day I made an afternoon trip to the closest bookstore.  Of course, I proved the point that it’s all in who is there.  In the near deserted building, I did find a man who let me suck him.  Just as he was about to cum, he told me I could fuck him if I rubbered up.  I swallowed his load instead.  The only other playful man there was a hot guy with a shaved head.  His limits stopped with hand jobs.
    I went home.
    The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 6, 2022 
  23. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—October, 2022
     
    It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout.  I went on a Wednesday afternoon.  This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend.  But it was a terrific set of encounters…
     
    I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me.  I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy.  No one is viewing the variety of screens at this end of the building.  I go the other way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on.  The trans room at the end of the corridor is empty, too. 
    Fuck. 
    I go back and sit—watching a straight video.  The man in it is good looking, hung and demanding.  My cock stirs and I begin to jack.  I hear a movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles.  I turn.  A naked man appears.  He is a blond, hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s.  His decent sized dick is hard and throbbing.  I have used him here before.  He recognizes, me, too.
    “Let me suck that big dick.”
    He gets on his knees and takes my cock into his mouth.  He’s great.  And it’s an incredibly sloppy blow job.  My balls are collecting puddles of his spit.  I tell him to lick them clean.  He does, willingly, staying there until I nudge his head back to my shaft.
    He finally pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?”
    I nod.  He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms on the back.  I eat his ass for a long time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker.  Finally, I stand and slide into him.  He grunts.  And says “The harder the better.”
    I begin plowing into him.  We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles block our view for the moment.  Then he appears, a man around the same age as the guy I am in.  He is dark haired and built.  His massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt.   I pray he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth. 
    Now he really sees us, too, and realizes what we are doing.  He walks slowly toward us.  His hand gropes the front of his baggy gym shorts.  But then he turns and walks away towards the gay area.
    We fuck a little more, but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym Rat.  I let him go and watch the straight movie.  I give them five minutes.  When I reach the gay room, the television is now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening.  Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left over from someone’s 1990’s living room.  Gym Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth.  His gym shorts are around his ankles.  He wears no undergear of any kind.  Blond Boy, still slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat.  He pulls them apart.  I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a much tighter asshole.
    “Holy fuck,” Gym Rat grunts out.  He has two terrific tongues working on him at the same time.  GR sighs again.  “He tells me you have a big cock.  Fuck me.”
    I re-double my efforts to get him really wet.  I can’t wait to get into him.  I lick and spit a few more times, as I grease my dick up.  I stand.  It’s not a great angle, but I get the head into him, while he’s still being blown.
    “Slow,” he hisses.
    I have already stopped.  He tries to push back on me. 
    “You’re just too big, man.  Sorry.”
    Blond Boy comes off his dick.  “Then fuck me again.”
    He hunkers down in the chair.  Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it, so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth.  I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy.  I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum.  It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us to be comfortable.  I plow him and occasionally slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass.
    My knees on the hard floor give out first.  We all stretch and head our separate ways:  Gym Rat to the basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I go back to the main area.
    The moment I sit down the main door opens.  I don’t turn, I just jerk and wait to see if they come my way.  I smell him before I see him.  The acrid smell of asphalt.  Now I do turn.  It’s one of the construction crew working on the highway.  He is in stained work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me.  He glances at my cock and sits right next to me on the love seat.
    He pulls out his cock.  Bigger than average and uncut.  His rough hands play with himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls.  We stroke silently.  Throwing sidelong glances at each other.
    He breaks the silence.  “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.”
    Without a word, I slip to the floor and take him into my mouth.  His hands caress the cropped hair on my head.  That asphalt smell again.  He is dripping precum like crazy.
    “I really need this.”  I work on his foreskin.  I pull it down with just my lips and tongue.  He groans.  He is getting close, very fast.  To slow him just a little I go to his balls.  They are wonderfully musky from a half day’s work. 
    He groans.  “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.”  I work up and swallow him down.  He erupts the moment he feels my tongue.  It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his whole body is shaking.  I keep him in my mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops.
    I stand up.  The back of his hand touches the underside of my cock.  “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna try sucking one of these…”
    I smile and move so he can stand up, zip up and get back to work…
    *
    I take a moment after he leaves.  Then I wonder back to the trans room.  Blond Boy is on the exam table.  He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups.  “This should make it easier.”
    I go to my knees and begin eating his ass.  I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass.  I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth.  There is movement behind me.  Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in.  They both have their cocks out…
     
    Lots more to cum—Next Time.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 4, 2022
  24. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—October, 2022
     
    Last time, I noted how different cruising, even in the same location, can be every time you go.  It is so dependent on who shows up and who is in a playful mood.  Six days later I went back to the same bookstore.  It wasn’t a bad experience—but just so different from the week before…
     
    It’s Friday night.  There are men around—but no one is staying in one place long enough to get anything started.  In my first few moments in the straight theatre, sitting and stroking in the cock sucker’s seat, the door has opened a dozen times. Men meander in, stay for 30 seconds and then continue their search for some action to watch.  They usually let the door slam shut behind them.  There is one man staying in the room.  He is way down front and has no interest in either my cock or my mouth.
    The video changes—and not for the better.  It is one of those where the director talks to the woman about to have anal sex. Forever.  I try to stuff my cock down my trouser leg and do up my fly to go next door.  I succeed in making a giant tent in my pants.  I try to disguise it by holding my water bottle in front of me as I go next door. 
    There are a few men here watching the gay porn.  I sit—but the door is opened and closed with the 30 second visitors almost as much.  The video here is good.  I have arrived in the middle of a threeway on the screen and two of the other viewers are stroking.  A trucker type, with a full beard, notices me.  His face lights up.  He walks over to me, presenting me with his very average sized cock.
    “Like you did before?” he asks.
    Nothing else is happening, so I lean forward and swallow him down.  He is one of those easy cummers—that group of men where just the idea of someone willing to suck their cock makes them blow.  He gives me a load in mere moments.  He quickly leaves.  One of the two others in the room goes out with him.
     A grey haired, distinguished type, is left sitting in the back corner.  “It looks like you need someone to do that to you.”
    I nod, stand and, with my cock swaying, walk over to him.  He takes me deep into his mouth.  His tongue finds just the right spots.  I sigh, contented.
    The door opens.  My man does not stop.  Always a good sign.  A younger daddy (a real daddy, who would look at home pushing a stroller) comes in.  He leans against the wall fascinated by the real-life porn in front of him.  He actually takes out his cock to stroke as he watches me get serviced.
    I look back at him again.  I give him a hand wave to come join us.  To my surprise, he does.  I soon have a bigger than average cock in my hand.  I just hold his drooling dick as he watches the older guy pull off my cock—to show the new guy just how much he’s taken down his throat.
    “Damn,” the young daddy breathes.
    “Let him suck yours.”
    He shakes his head.  I give his cock a slight tug—and that’s all the encouragement it takes.  He steps forward for the grey-haired man to suck him.  I hold the young daddy’s balls as his shaft is slurped down.
    “God…” he groans.
    “You want to give him your load?” I murmur in his ear.
    He nods.
    It’s going to take no time at all.  He suddenly grabs my shoulders and begins bucking into the cocksucker’s mouth.  I can see each spurt of his cock in how his face spasms each time.  He’s exhausted when he’s done.  I look down at the cocksucker. His mouth is literally overflowing with jizz.  The young daddy leaves without a word.  I offer my cock back to the guy—I’d like to use my cockhead to mop up some of the jizz on his chin.  But he’s had enough.  (I later wonder if he got off in his pants on the scene.)  He heads home.
    I am alone and stroking.
    *
    A bearish Black guy comes in.  He sucks me briefly, before offering me his flaccid dick.  It never gets hard—and he gets embarrassed. He takes off.
    Two men, regulars, arrive.  They sit and I wait for cocks to come out.  But tonight, they are here to chat with each other it seems.  They ask my opinion on other sex venues in Michigan.  I tell them what I know, and my erection finally gives up and gets stuffed back in my jock…
     
    The good news is that the pair gave me a recommendation of a new place to go in Michigan when I have some travel time…
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Want to Give Him Your Load?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 2, 2022
     
  25. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—October, 2022
    It never ceases to amaze me how different cruising in the same location can be.  It is, of course, all about who is there that night. On the first day of October, I hit the perfect crowd at the bookstore nearest to my home.
     
    I haven’t been here on a weekend night in a long time.  I can barely find room to park.  There is one space left.  I go in, pay and head to the straight theatre.  There are maybe nine men in the room.  And two of us are white.  This is an interesting change.  It is usually the other way around, if it is racially diverse at all.  The porn is with people of color, too.  I sit happily along the side wall.  A bear of a white guy is on his knees sucking the cock of a Black daddy in the back corner.  Some watch and stroke, some watch the screen.  I haul my cock out and am instantly erect.  The sexual current in the room is really high.  Almost instantly a young, thin Black man across from me licks his lips in a suggestive way.  I nod.  Before he can get to me, a built 30-something Black man stands in front of me.
    “Fuck me.” 
    He grabs my cock and all but twists it off.  I let out a yelp.
    “Come on.  In one of the booths and fuck me good.”
    I tell him I just sat down and need a moment.  (I really need to make sure my cock is still working after his death grip.)  He goes off.  My potential cocksucker is on his knees in front of another Black man, getting a mouthful of beer can cock.  I stroke to his bobbing head.  I watch the guy he’s sucking, as his whole body stiffens.  He shoots in the young man’s mouth, who swallows every drop.  The guy gets up fast and leaves.  The young man, who is thin and in jeans and a tight Tee-shirt, looks again at me.  I nod.  He licks a stray strand of cum off his top lip and crawls over to between my legs.  He pauses, before going down on me to unzip.  He pulls out a short, dripping cock.  His fist wraps around himself at the same time his lips wrap around me. 
    He's good.  Velvety. And I like the thought of another man’s load in his mouth.  He knows to go for my balls.  He loves them.  He strokes himself faster.  His other hand lifts them so his tongue can trail along my metal cockring.  He inhales deeply and sighs.
    “Oh, fuck…” he murmurs.  He can’t stop licking me there and inhaling the slightly sweaty musk of my very essence.  He strokes harder—and is suddenly shooting between my boots.  He apologetically kisses my balls again and gets up.  My finger catches a drooling drop of semen from his dick before he puts it away.  I lick my finger clean.  He thanks me and takes off.
    “Is that what you’d rather do?” says the guy who twisted my dick so hard. 
    I shrug.
    “My friend wants to blow you.”  He gestures towards the back wall.  A cute, young Black man is there in a ball cap with the logo from the closest university.  I smile at him and he comes towards me.  He tells me he wants to do it in a booth.  I sigh, but I get up, button up and go with him.
    “Jealous!” hisses his friend at us as we go by.
    We settle in with a closed door.  Not my favorite, but the guy is hot and eager.  He gets down on his knees.  I stand.  He fishes out his cock and strokes.  He also inhales my scent.  He must be aware of how wet the last kid left my balls.  But he begins right there and slowly works up my cock shaft.  I am soon treated to one of the best blow jobs I can remember.  He does everything right—and the love of what he is doing is contagious.  I stand still or face fuck him—whatever he wants—without a word being spoken.
    I love his mouth and tell him so.  But I can’t get off.  Not this early in the evening.  He works hard to make it happen.  I finally tell him he’s doing everything right—it just takes me forever.
    He nods in understanding and says “We were on our way out of here.  Do you want my load, I am so ready to shoot.”
    I go to my knees.  He has a long thin cock that hooks downward slightly.  It fits perfectly down my throat.  And he blasts off in moments.  A huge, thick load.  The moment he can breathe again, there is a soft rap on the door.
    “Come on,” the guy who wanted to get fucked whispers.  “We’re late.”
    We grin at each other and go to clean up—but I have cleaned him so well there is nothing for his fast food napkin to wipe up.
    *
    The crowd is gone from the straight theatre.  No one is in the room.  I go next door.  Two men are here.  The white guy looks as me as I get my dick out.  He does the head nod, to see if I’m interested.  I nod back.  He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs.  He is ten years younger than I, at a guess.  His beard feels terrific on my balls.  I look across at the other man in the chair against the back wall.  He is around my age, Black and brawny with some grey in his hair.  He takes out his dick as he watches me get sucked.  The next thing I know he stands and walks over to us.  He slaps my cheek with his wet cock—as if I wasn’t paying attention to him.  I open and take his pretty standard sized, but very hard, cock into my mouth.
    This is one of my favorite bookstore moments—one guy on my cock and a dick in my mouth at the same time.  It never happens often enough.  Everyone in the room is getting just what they want.  I can feel that I am producing more precum as I suck.
    “Damn, you suck good,” the guy in my mouth groans.  I ruffle the guy’s hair who is doing me to tell him the same thing, my mouth being full.
    “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”
    I keep doing it.  In moments he is blasting into my mouth.  And it’s the release I need, too.  I give every drop of my load to the man with the beard.  He takes me happily.  We both clean the deflating dicks in our respective mouths with pleasure…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 30, 2022

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