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    My Playroom—April, 2022
    The very next day after the second bookstore trip, Dave was coming to the playroom.  We’d had two hot sessions before the pandemic, but had lost touch.  He had sent me a text and asked about re-connecting.  I was more than ready to meet this self-described pig again…
     
    I am leaning against the end of the fuck bench.  Dave is on his knees.  He looks great in his slightly stained white jock and black boots—flagging yellow on his socks.  His mouth finds my pouch.  He mouths it until it is wet.  All the flavors of the jock come back to life—and he groans as he tastes them.  Now he is hungry.   My cock is hard and out the side of the pouch.  He swallows me down.  I have hydrated—but seemingly not quite enough—I can’t give him the  splash of piss I want to during the sucking.
    Finally I pull out of his mouth and tell him to get on the bench.  Dave scrambles into place.  He loves the mirror in front of him.  He watches me go to my knees and get the first taste of his ass.  I dig in, opening him easily.  I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times this afternoon.  I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth.  Dave hungrily licks me clean.  “Like the taste of your ass?” I grunt.  But there is no doubt about it.  I go back to his ass.  I stand and piss down his ass crack.  Just a few short spurts.  I drop to my knees and plant my face in his pissed out crack.  I lick some of it up and push more of the piss, clinging to his crack hair, into his asshole.  I stand and fuck him.  Harder than before.  Again I make the trip to his mouth so he can enjoy the tastes of his ass, now with my piss, that cover my cock.
    Ass Pic
    Dave has brought some toys.  I grab a slim black dildo and work it in.  There is room for my dick as well.  I fuck his now super tight hole.  Soon I move on to my egg headed toy.  It is a very tight fit when I add my cock—but we both like it.  He cleans my cock again.  This time kneeling before me.  He stands and we share the taste as we kiss.
    “I want to eat your ass.”
    He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I get in the sling, my legs supported for the moment on the poles.  He dives in.  He loves to rim every bit as much as I do—and he knows how to do it.  My legs turn to jelly—so we use the stirrups, but at my knee and hooked behind my head.  It tilts my ass up and gives him a new angle to tongue ravage my hole.  I finally stop jerking and just let him give me pleasure until his knees are tired.
    We switch places.  I rim.  I kiss.  I fuck.  I rim. I piss.  I rim.  I kiss and fuck.
    Among his toys are two small balls on a string.  They go in easily—and my cock after.  I move to his three balls on a string.  They are smoother and the best double fuck of cock and toy of the session.  We both love this moment of DP and I make it last.
    “You want my cum in your hole, right?”
    “I love anyone’s cum in my hole,” he grins.
    “That’s what I thought.  I won’t be long.”  I pull out of him and am gone for just a quick trip to the freezer.  “I went to the bookstore twice—once before Easter and again yesterday.  I brought you back all the cum I sucked out of the guys there.”
    Pic of condoms
    I dangle two condoms taped to a piece of cardboard.   I cut the first one off.  “This is two loads from Saturday.  I was sucking a cute cub.  He didn’t want to give me his load—but I told him what I was going to do with it.  He came back to find me and let me have it—and I spat it into this condom.”  I push the frozen chunk of cum into him.  He gasps.  And groans.  “The second load was from a paunchy top.  Again, he didn’t want to give me his cum until I told him what I would do with it.  That paunchy guy also loaded a hot Latino I was fucking—and I got to taste his second load, too, as I felched before I loaded that Latino.”
    Dave’s eyes roll up as I fuck him.  I can feel the frozen chunk of cum melting beneath my dick.  I don’t fuck him long as I don’t want the second devil’s dick to melt in the condom.
    “I went back yesterday.  I fucked his guy showing off his ass against the side wall.  Then I sucked off some of the guys who watched.”  Dave groans again as I snip the second frozen condom off the cardboard.
    “The first was an old man who wanted me to fuck him like I did the show off.  I refused—and said I needed his cum.  He gave me a huge load, though he never got hard and had the tiniest of dicks.”
    I inch the second devil’s dick into him.
    “The second guy had a hot beard, a huge wedding ring and a regulation sized cock.  He came fast.  And I spit his load in the same condom.  The third guy was later in the afternoon.  He was hiding behind the door to the gay cinema and stroking.  I thought he was younger, but once I knelt, I could see he was easily 50.  Nice downward curved cock that fit my throat perfectly.  I had to work to get him to cum in my mouth and not all way down my throat.  He shot the moment my finger touched his ass.”
    I push my cock into him.  I look right into Dave’s wide eyes. 
    “The fourth was a Black guy I see there fairly regularly.  He’s my length but thinner.  He shot a huge load for you.”
    Dave groans.  I keep up a slow, long stroke into his increasingly cummy hole.  The cum chunks are melting fast.
    “The last guy was the only one on the straight side.  He had a hunting coat and cap, huge, hairy balls and a smaller dick.  I offered to suck him and he didn’t want me to…then gave in.   I sucked him, then he jerked his cock as I licked his massive balls.  He stood up for me to get the load.  And shot all over the floor.  He left instantly.  And I fuckin’ licked up his load and spat it in the condom.”
    And I had—no need for fiction here.  My dick swells in his ass just talking about it.
    “Doing that made me shoot into the condom, too.  So six loads in this one.  Eight loads are being churned together now in your ass.”  I begin fucking him hard.  Soon enough I bring my cock to his mouth.  It’s that harder kind of cock cleaning from a sling, but he is determined to get the scum off my dick. 
    I fuck more.  I felch a little, letting the loads ooze.  I snowball it up to him.  We both know it is rimseat time.  I set it up as he gets out of the sling.  I get under. He sits.  There is not a huge gush of mixed load cocktail—but a nice steady drip of cum into my mouth.  Cum that had already been there before.  My tongue scours his puffy hole for every drop…
    *
    When I have had my fill, we switch places.  He rims me deep and hard as I sit on his face.  At some point I have put the ankle restraints on him.  I get up off the rimseat and snap the spreader bar in place.  He can stay right under the seat as I roll his ass up for a fucking.  I hammer him and then go back for more of his tongue.
    We switch back to the sling for even more rimming.  More of him doing me…and then me fucking and rimming him.
    “I need to add a fresh load up your ass.  Where do you want it?”
    He chooses the bench—so he can watch me fuck in that big mirror in front of him.  I have been edging now for a long time with all the piss and cum play.  It takes me very little time to push in and give him that fresh load to take home…
    *
    Dave thoughtfully brought me matching socks.  Thank you—they were a hit at CLAW!
    His first two encounters are:
    A Wet Airport Fuck
    Getting Even Wetter with Dave
     
    The original post, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Slick and Sticky Surprise for Dave (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 19, 2022
  2. FelchingPisser

    Showing It Off

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—April, 2022
    I went to Easter dinner (with what family remains here in Michigan) still thinking about that hot moment of felching and loading the Linebacker.  I couldn’t get it out of my head.  I dreamed a variation of the scene that night, awaking at one point with a terrifically hard dick.  The next morning, my plumped, if not hard, cock dictated what I was doing that day—so off we went to bookstore, to see who needed relief after seeing their family…
     
    The parking lot is packed.  Men are everywhere.  There are no seats in the straight theatre.  There are a few in the gay cinema.  My entrance there stops a blow job.  I do a ‘don’t mind me gesture’ and sit in the back corner.  They resume—an older cocksucker sitting down front giving head to a man around his age.  I watch a little and haul out my ready-to-go cock.  I look at the guy in the cocksucker’s seat, but he is more interested in the movie than me.
    I stroke.  There is movement on the far wall.  A young man has emerged from the dark corner behind the door.  He is in a white A-shirt and clinging running shorts.  As a number of us watch, he turns and leans against the wall.  His ass arches out towards us.  He grinds it.
    Men watching take their cocks out if they weren’t stroking before.  The young man reaches back and pulls the waist band of the running shorts down.  Ever so slowly.  He is revealing, inch by inch, a pale white, perfectly formed, bubble butt.  He moves again—arching the now bare butt towards us.  He looks over his shoulder—watching the men stroke to his performance. 
    One guy gets up.  He tries to turn the guy around so he can blow him.  The young man resists and shakes his head.  I sigh—some people are so bad at reading signals.  I stand up, my cock swinging as I walk.  I kneel, inches away from that perfect ass.  I thrust my face into the crack between those two hairless mounds. My tongue finds his pucker.  The young man does a deep intake of breath and grinds his perfect ass into my face. 
    I lick the entire length of his crack.  My beard comes into play, too.  I lick and spit and drill into his hot butt.  The kid moans and pants, smashed against the wall.
    “I want your cock…” he whimpers.  “Fuck me.”
    “Fuck him with that big dick,” says a voice somewhere behind me.
    I stand up, my cock resting between his ass cheeks, bathed in the spit I left behind.  “You want my raw cock?” I whisper in the young man’s ear.  I mentally pray he doesn’t tell me to rubber up.
    “Every inch of it, daddy,” he whispers back.
    I lube my dick lightly.  There is lots of saliva there to help.  I slap his ass with my hard cock.  He braces against the wall and arches his ass out once again.  My cock head disappears into his pucker.  A guy comes over to watch as my cock enters him.  Slowly, but smoothly—never needing to stop until my untrimmed pubes are grinding into his cheeks.
    Now I pause. 
    The young man pants.  He fists his hard cock for the first time.  “Go ahead.  Fuck me now.”
    I begin the in and out. Slowly at first.  And not too far out.  But I build.  His hand moving on his cock is telling me he wants more.  In moments I am piston fucking his hole.
    “Fuck, yes…do me.” 
    I give him several strokes of long dicking—just my cockhead left in him on the backstroke.
    Suddenly I stop, pull out and go to my knees.  I bury my face in his wet ass.  He moans and stifles a sob that erupts from his throat.  I lick up some of his copious ass jizz, stand up and plow back into him.
    “Cum in me.  I want your load.”  His hand is a blur on his own dick.  “Please...”
    I am not sure I can cum yet, but I know I will if I can.  I want to send his hot ass home with my seed.
    “You like my cock?” I whisper in his ear. “You really want my cum?”
    “Yes…yes…” he pants.
    I angle my fuck slightly differently and hit his prostate.  That does it.  His cock begins firing splat after wet splat against the cinder block wall; the whiteness of the semen in stark contrast with the black paint on the blocks.
    The young man pulls off me.  “I can’t take anymore…” he pleads.
    He is suddenly really aware of his stroking audience.  He finds a wet wipe in his sock and hurries back into the darkness or the corner to clean up.  I let my finger trace a tiny pattern in the blob of semen on the wall before I bring the stickiness up to my mouth to taste it.  The door opens and closes—he’s gone.
    I turn to the eight men in the room, all but one with their cock out.  Instantly, they put them away.  Half of them leave in a quick exodus.  I decide to wash up a little myself.
    When I come back the crowds in both theatres have lightened.
    Now it’s my mouth, not my dick that comes into play.  I get five loads quite easily…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Showing It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 16, 2022
  3. FelchingPisser

    Cock and Ass at the Bookstore

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—April, 2022
    I gave myself a week off after the rout at the house party in Chicago.  I wanted to make sure I didn’t bring anything nasty home.  Not to mention, I was thoroughly sated.  By the next Saturday, all was good—and I was horned again. 
    It was the Saturday before Easter.  Seeing the family over the holidays can be stressful.  I have often found men at the bookstore relieving that stress on either the day before or after big family functions.  I decided to see if it was true this year…
     
    The parking lot is fairly full on this sunny afternoon.  I pay for my ticket and wander into the straight theatre.  The seats at the back are full—I sit closer to the front and to the side.  I unbutton and stroke.  In moments of my cock fully erecting, a cute cub moves from against the back wall to between my boots.  I have seen this guy before but we have never done anything together.  He is now making up for lost time.  He is slurping loudly on my dick as he beats his own rather average sized prick.
    He comes up for air and we grin. I push his head down again telling him to lick my balls.  He does.  With loud lapping sounds that fill the room and leave my hairy nuts dripping with his saliva.  Eventually, I let him back on my cock.  He works hard—and expects a load anytime.  But it is far too fast for me to be very close.  He finally stands up to rest his knees.
    His cock is right there—all but in my face.  Of course I suck it.  The Cub is surprised.  I tongue his leaking piss slit.  Now, he’s pleased.  He’s wearing shorts so my hands can go up the legs and massage his hairy ass cheeks.  He groans while I squeeze and suck.  My middle finger grazes his butt hole.  He responds with a moan.  I do it again.  He moans—deeper and longer. 
    I wet my finger with the saliva he left all over my balls.  I begin to work it into his pucker.  I would really like to fuck this cub.  I am up to the first knuckle.  He sighs as my tongue and lips service his cock.
    Suddenly he pulls away with a whispered “I don’t want to shoot yet.”
    I agree that neither do I—and we should look for each other later.
    He goes off to the arcade and I go over to the gay cinema.  I interrupt a slightly overweight daddy feeding his cock to an older gentleman.  I make an apologetic hand gesture and sit down. It takes a moment, but finally the blow job continues.  I concentrate on the screen and my stroking—with an occasional glance at the couple.  The sucker seemingly doesn’t like to be seen with a dick in his mouth.  He stops the action and leaves, slightly huffily. 
    I apologize to the bigger guy, who sits with his thick cock hanging out.
    “Well,” he sighs, “you could make it up to me by finishing the job.”
    I smirk, walk over to him and kneel in front of him.  My mouth ovals big for his thickness.  He sighs again and occasionally strokes my head.  In no time I have a thick load in my mouth…
    *
    The Cub finds me not long after, now alone and stroking to the gay porn.
    “Will you get me off?” 
    He unzips.  He has no need of my finger in his ass—he is ready to fire. 
    Load two in just a few licks…
    *
    I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat on the straight side.  A Black Daddy I know is eyeing me, uncertain if he should let me blow him with another man in the room.  The slightly overweight daddy who gave me his load is here, too, still stroking to this rather nasty anal porn—and keeping an eye on me.  You can feel the tension in the air of who will make the first move.
    It’s solved by the door opening.  A young Latino, who could be a linebacker on his college team, comes in.  He stands next to me.  He is wearing shorts of very flimsy and sheer material.  He’s hung big and hard.  You can see the outline. I wait for his cock to come out.
    “May I suck you?”  It’s the linebacker to me.  I nod and he goes to his knees.  He’s great.  He obviously loves cock in his mouth and knows how to please it.  He never touches his own raging hard-on.  The other two guys in the room watch and stroke faster.
    Linebacker comes up for air.  “I love big dick.  Fuck me?”
    I can’t believe my good fortune.  He is easily 6 feet tall, and thick with muscle.  He pulls the clingy shorts down.  His brown ass is sculpted and hard as granite.  He leans against the back wall—his ass jutting out to me at the prefect angle.  I go to my knees and surprise him by sticking my tongue deep in hole.  He groans.  “Eat me…” he mumbles. 
    The older Black man inches closer.  He rubs Linebacker’s nipples through his shirt.  I stand up and slap my cock on his ass.  “You want it raw?”
    “Fuck, yes.   Give it to me.”
    I push the head in.  He’s not tight.  I am guessing he has a lucky boyfriend.  Or a good sized toy.  Black Daddy moves a little and Linebacker bends more to ease me in—and to suck that dick.  It’s a daddy spit roast.  The sight of him with two cocks in him makes me fuck him faster.  And it makes the potbellied daddy stand up and join us. 
    I think Linebacker will sample the new dick that is right by his mouth—but he won’t stop sucking the bigger one.  He stays on it as the cock explodes in his mouth.  The Black guy is wrecked with his orgasm.  But he lets Linebacker continue to clean up his dick, as I plow away.
    “Let me fuck him,” says Pot Belly.
    “You want another cock in you?” I ask. “He’s nice and thick.”
    Linebacker hesitates for a millisecond than nods—the black cock still in his mouth.
    I pull out.  Pot Belly pushes in.  This will be his second load—I hope he won’t need to fuck forever to get there.  No worries there.  In moments Pot Belly is howling out his breeding of the muscle ass he’s now seeding.  Linebacker knows to milk him—I can see the muscles working as I go to my knees.  Pot Belly pulls out and gives his dick to Linebacker to clean.  I dive in and begin felching the load running out of the muscle ass. 
    He is now spit roasted with a cummy, deflating cock and my hard as a rock tongue.  His own cock, huge and throbbing, is bouncing with a life of its own.  I stand up, spit some of the seed from my mouth into my hand and use it to lube my cock.  I push in.  Linebacker rears up and off the spent dick.
    “Give it to me,” he grunts out.  “Fuck me hard.”
    I do.
    “I’m going to breed you…”
    “Do it!”  His hand finally touches his own dick.  “I’m so close…”
    In no more than three thrusts, I grab his hips and empty into him with a loud groan.  He squeezes down on me—and that makes him shoot, too. 
    He pulls off me fast.  He doesn’t clean my cock—he’s no longer horny.  And I’m fine with that.  I give him a quick hug—and a piece of paper towel to clean himself up.
    We go out to the parking lot together.  “I want that cock again,” he tells me before getting into his car.  “You come here a lot?”
    I smile and nod…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Cock and Ass at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 13, 2022
  4. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—April, 2022
    After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party...
    My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker.  He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.”  Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock.  I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. 
    “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots.  I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount.  But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on.  I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat.  I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock.  I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me.  In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick.  I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up.  I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier.  Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders.
    “Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me.  “Eat my load out of him.”
    He helps the young man sit.  There is jizz leaking all over his crack.  I lick him clean and dig in.  I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time.  I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily.  The guy is squirming above me.  The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts.  CB laughs and helps me up.  My legs feel oddly unsteady.  “Kiss me, fucker.”  He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard.  He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. 
    We break.  He swats my ass with “Out of here.  Happy hunting!” and is gone.
    I go downstairs.  I need to eat.  I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works.  Zane is at the bar.  I tell him what just happened.  “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile.  He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor.  It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here.  I get in the sling.  Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others.  Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. 
    Hour Four
    When Zane has licked his fill, we change over.  I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more.  We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other.
    A man stops by.  “I need to get out of here.  Can I drop a load?”
    I step to the side.  The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane.  In no time he has given us a load to play in.  I eat a little.  I snowball some of it.  I fuck in the rest.
    I watch Zane’s face.  He gets out of the sling.
    “What’s up?”
    “I think I have had the dick my ass can take.”
    “Really?”
    “I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.”  He kisses me.  “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.”  I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door.
    I go downstairs.  Men are getting dressed and leaving.  I continue on down to the basement.  It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here.  All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up.  Or the two slings.  And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home.
    I find the nearest vacant ass:  a bear in his 30’s.  He has load dripping from him.  I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole.  I fuck—expecting to cum.  But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede.  I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. 
    Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago.  He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads.  When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass.  Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot.  But no.
    I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him.  But I can’t shoot.  So I stop trying and just fuck.  I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs.  I lick in up and drool it on my dick.  I move to the bed, again.  I fuck any man who wants me.  Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. 
    And then I find the one.  He’s on his back.  A remarkably hairy otter.  A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent.  I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth.  I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him.  He does poppers as I felch.
    “Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans.
    I stand up and shrug.  I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could.  I slide into the slippery, cummy ass.  And yes.  I’m there.  I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms…
     
    The original posting is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 8, 2022
  5. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—April, 2022
    This picks up right where part two left off...
     
    The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight.  I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop…
    I lick his hole and swallow.  It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more.  Zane moves and I gasp for air.  He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs.
    I go on a house tour.  Upstairs on the third floor, the sling is busy.  There is a dog pile of naked men on the bed where I took my nap.  I go down a flight.  There is no room on the bed in the guest room.  I fuck the one bottom who does not currently have a top.
    Continuing my tour, a fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom.  Going down to the main floor, there is lots of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables.  I continue down to the darker basement.   The place is packed.  The two slings are busy, as are the beds and the couch.  Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass rutting taking place on the double bed.  He feels good, wet and very warm.  It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is fucking him now…
    Hour Three
    I find myself back in the master bedroom.  The fisters have moved to one side to make room for two couples to play.  I move closer to see if they need another dick as a young blond boy stops me.
    “Zane sent me to find the guy in chaps.”
    “That’s me…”
    “I have two loads in my ass.  Zane told me you’d like to eat them out.”
    I don’t answer; I just lead him to the rimseat. 
    “Zane gave me one of them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat.  He sits, tentatively.
    “First time on a rimseat?  Just relax.”
    I dig in.  The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change.  My tongue goes deep into him.
    He groans—a mix of pleasure and surprise.  “No one has ever,” he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.”  My cock swells and I re-double my efforts.  Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the two loads into my mouth.  I clamp my lips around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck.  The sperm flow increases.  So much, I need to swallow quickly. 
    I don’t get much more, but I keep trying.  I hear the poppers open and the kid is now flying.  I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds, must be feeding BB his dick.  A moment later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me.  I always love this moment—the anonymity of who is pleasuring my cock.
    Whoever it is has pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick.  When he has taken all of me, I feel the familiar hairy butt of Zane.  I think.  I can’t be sure.  I am concentrating on the furless butt above, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy.
    The guy who is feeding Blond Boy moves away.  The guy on my dick, (is it Zane?  Now I don’t think so…) is riding me faster and faster.  Blond Boy groans again as another popper round hits.  I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy on my dick?
    Both men are groaning as the poppers take them to new heights.  I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the guy on my dick get my load.  At least not yet.
    “We should switch.”  So it is Zane.  Blond Boy stands up, a little tentatively.  Light streams in making me blink.  The guys change over.  Zane sits.  His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum.  I lick up into him repeatedly.  He groans just as Blond Boy impales himself.  Shit, that kid is tight—even after all my tongue work.  He sits all the way down.  Poppers happen and he is very vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on.
    A pair of combat boots is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane.  This makes Zane’s hole tighten.  I work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose.  He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which makes his hole spasm.  I get a dollop of cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result.  I swallow greedily and keep licking.
    Blond Boy pulls off my cock.  Someone else sits down on me, letting his ass get used to me.  After a moment, the new guy starts riding.  The boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up.  He stands, bent over above me, supporting himself on the dresser behind us.  Boots is there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a number of times tonight.  He pushes his seven incher into Zane.  I watch as Zane takes it—repeatedly.
    “Let him taste that,” says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane.  Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole.  I can hear him orally clean up the dick that just fucked him.  “Take a hit,” says Combat Boots.  Zane complies—and his hole flowers open as the poppers hit.  I lick up his ass juices, while he squirms above me.
    “I gotta get up.”  Zane stands, a little shakily.  He is supported by the burly Combat Boots.  I finally notice the hot Asian riding my cock.  I grin at him—and he gets up, too, to stretch his legs.  Zane reaches down to lift the seat for me.
    “Don’t do that,” says Combat Boots.  “You lick top ass, too?”
    Without waiting for a reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat.  “Now eat me out, dude…”
    My only slightly weary tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker…
    One more installment still to come...
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 7, 2022.
  6. FelchingPisser

    "Piss Me, Daddy..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—February, 2022
    It was Tuesday.  Not a day I am often looking for sex.  But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy.  He was horny.  Super horny.  He needed to drink my piss.  I was surprised and pleased.  He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan.  And tank up.  He asked to come late afternoon/early evening.  I said yes.
    We chatted a little more throughout the morning.  (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.)  He asked me to start saving my piss.  I found an old thermos.  I preheated it with boiling water…then began pissing into as I hydrated, waiting for his arrival. 
    He was a shade later than we’d said—but all was good.  He came in like a whirlwind out of the cold.  Down we went to the playroom…
     
    The tall, thin boy strips and tosses his clothing into the chair by the television.  “I couldn’t find all my slutty clothes.”  He has a lacy crop top under his shirt.  And that’s all.  His cock is in a cage.  “I need your piss, Daddy.  And to suck that big daddy dick…”  He kneels on the padded part of the floor, right at the end of the fuck bench.  I have stripped, too, down to my jock.  I take a moment to sit on the bed so I can put my boots back on.  I slowly lace them up.  Making him wait.  And squirm.  “Daddy….please….”
    I stand up.  My cock is stretching the pouch of my jock obscenely.  I bring it over to his mouth.  He inhales.  Deeply.  And begins to lick at the balls not quite contained in the jock.  I finally pull out just my testicles.  Making him wait for the main course.  He licks and sucks on my hairy nuts.  Moaning.  Cooing.  Constantly slathering them with his spit.
    My cock emerges.  He takes me deep in his throat before he even licks the head.  Down to the root.  Over and over.  Only then does he pull off and start licking the head.  And the piss slit—constantly working his tongue in there for a drop of juice.  He wants anything my cock can give him.  “Do you have piss for me, Daddy?”
    I take my dick out of his mouth and grab the back of his head—pulling him into my ball sack that he has left so wet.  I don’t touch my shaft.  I think hard about pissing…and in a moment, I can.  I pull back from him with “Open your mouth.”
    The piss is delivered in a perfect arc into wide, baby bird at feeding time, mouth.  He gurgles his pleasure as he swallows it down.  It’s not a lot.  As the stream loses strength, I get my pissing cock into his mouth.  Directly down his throat.  He waits until the stream stops—and then begins sucking my dick in earnest.
    “Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your ass.”
    He crawls up.  Getting in place.
    PIC 1
    I kneel and tongue the youngest hole in my stable of men.  He opens easily.  Someday I will fuck him—but I know it’s not tonight.  I revel in the feel of his hairless, soft ass.  My bladder tells me I have more piss.  I rear up and shower his ass crack.
    “Piss me, Daddy.”
    I watch the nearly clear liquid run down his crack.  The moment I stop I am back on my knees, cleaning up his hole.  Eventually I stand up.  I fuck his ass crack, pumping my dick up and down along his crack.  It coats itself with the piss I’ve missed.  I take it to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up—catching sight of himself doing it in the big mirror there.  He loves the look of his sissy self with my monster contorting the shape of his mouth.
    I go back to his butt.  I piss some more on his crack and wet fuck the channel—telling him how someday I’ll be inside of him.  I bring him my super wet cock to clean.  “I really want you in my pussy, Daddy.  Someday.”  And he gulps me down, savoring the piss on my cock…
    *
    We’ve moved to the sling.  Ass eating and piss.  And a little head—though it’s never a great position with him craning his head down and around to get to me.
    I spend some time playing with his cramped dick in the cage.  I make his cock strain against the sides of the cage.  I piss on it.  He groans as the hot liquid drips down from his mound of useless cock and over his balls and then his ass cheeks.  I kneel and lick up my piss.
    I stand back up.  My cock is lightly greased.  I fuck his wet balls.  This makes him pant.  His eyes are on the mirror above him as he watches me toy with his hairless orbs.
    “Up.  My turn in the sling.”  We change over.  I lie back, my boots on the chains.  “Now lick my balls as I jerk.”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “Do you remember?  Try to get to my sweet spot—between my cock ring and my sack…”
    He gets busy.  I stroke.  Zeroing in on how good his tongue feels.  He finds my spot and makes my cock drip.  I lightly coat my cock head with the extra precum for him to lick off.  He does, deftly, before going back to my spot—hoping to make me drool out some more.
    “It’s getting late, Daddy—can you give me your cum?”
    I tell him I want him on the bed for that.  Once I’m out of the sling, I lie down on the cool top sheet.  My entire body is reflected in the mirror running along the side of the bed.  My legs splay open.  “Suck my dick, boy…” 
    He does.  I close my eyes.  I think about his ass.  His tight hole.  Why it is off limits.  How good it tastes.  How I love to piss his butt.  How I would love to fuck him.  Breed him.  I have an image of my cock pulling out and a single drop of cum dripping from his hairless ass—and I’m there.  I shoot into his mouth.  Volley after volley.
    We lie there for a long moment.  Curled up together.  Then he gets up and starts dressing.
    “Daddy—the Thermos.  We didn’t use it.”
    I give it to him.  He undoes the stopper and takes a long, satisfied swig.  One for the road…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Piss me, Daddy...” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 28,2022
  7. FelchingPisser

    Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion)

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Lansing—March, 2022
    This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One.
     
    The three of us go off to find our next play area.  We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable.  (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.)  We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area.  There is a four foot high gate to the area.  I decide to leave it open, so others can join us.  Perry strips down and jumps in the sling.  I get his feet into the stirrups.  The Cub begins working Perry’s nipples as I kneel and eat his well fucked hole.  It is wet and ready for more cock.
    I stand up and give it to him.  The sling is just the right height.  I am positioned perfectly to slide into his ass.  Perry groans as I bottom out deep in his guts.  I fuck fast and deep as the Cub twists Perry’s nips.  Then, to change it up, I stand still and use my arms to push the sling off my cock and to then let the sling swing back into place on my dick.  It creates a terrific long dicking moment as just the tip of my dick is left in him as I push the chains away.  Release—and the man and the sling impale themselves on me. Once I start this, I can’t stop.
    I notice out of the corner of my eye we have a voyeur.  Cruz is leaning on the wall and watching us intently.  I motion for him to join us, but he stays where he is—his eyes never leaving us.  I go back to a regular thrust now.  The sound of my hips slapping Perry’s ass fills the room.
    I stop and motion for the Cub to clean my dick.  He does.  Eagerly.  I step to the side and let him tongue Perry’s dripping hole…
    *
    We are back in the first room.  Perry is totally stripped and on the fuck bench.  I am eating his ass.  A man gets up from the chair and feeds Perry his cock.  That is my cue to stand up and fuck him.  I love to see both dicks inside him—fucking his willing holes at either end.
    Cruz comes by—with a hot Daddy.  They go around the corner out of sight to play.   I offer Perry’s ass to the man in his mouth. He nods, but stays right where he is, enjoying Perry’s throat.  When the guy finally leaves, I bring my cock to Perry’s mouth.  At that moment, Cruz emerges from the side room.  He stops, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue deep into Perry’s ravaged ass. 
    After a few moments, I walk around to Cruz.  He knows what I want.  He sucks me for a few moments—and then spit it on Perry’s hole.  He pushes it as deep into the willing ass as his tongue can go. 
    He does it again.
    “Fuck him.”  He stays, right on his knees—intently watching me fuck Perry hard and fast.
    And, when I pull out, he cleans my cock with a low whimper of enjoyment…
    *
    I have moved us yet again to the slurp ramp area.  There are two men loitering behind it, both Black and with their dicks out.  I have Perry suck me in the shadows—so that both men can see us.  There is a bench, like a church pew, there.  I get Perry to lean into it and I fuck, beckoning the nearest man to join us.  He stays put and just strokes faster.
    Cruz appears.  Perry pulls off my cock, saying “Fuck him.  I want to see you fuck him again.”
    I look at Cruz.  He nods and steps out of his pants.  He goes to his knees and sucks me, reveling in the taste of Perry’s ass on my cock.  So young and so piggy—the thought makes my cock leak.  Cruz swabs it up with his tongue and swallows hungrily.
    Perry has sat on the bench along with the Cub.  I position Cruz so he can suck their cocks as I dive into his furry butt with my tongue.  The closest of the two strokers takes a step towards us.  I wave him over again—but he ignores me and just fists his own cock.  I rear up, spit in my palm and use it to reactivate the lube on my cock.  I push in.  Cruz pauses for a second in his sucking.  His hole relaxes.  He sighs and goes back to sucking—my cue to start a slow fuck.  I build it slowly.  Soon I am pounding into his ass, pushing his whole body onto Perry’s cock.  I rail into the hairy ass again and again.
    It can’t last.  The floor is hard and cold.  We decide to go to the sling again.  We grab our clothes and head there.  I get Perry into it again.  Cruz goes off in search of other dick.  I kneel and rim Perry.  The lips of his ass are wonderfully puffy now from all the abuse they’ve taken this afternoon.  My cock responds as I suck on them.  Finally, I stand up.
    “It’s time to breed.”
    “Yes, please…”
    I smack my wet cock on his freshly rimmed hole.  “You want my cum in your ass?”
    I know it’s rhetorical—I’m voicing it for the guys watching us, leaning on the gate.
    “Breed me.  Fill me up…”
    I turn to the Cub, who is busy on Perry’s nips.  “After all this play it’s gonna be a big load for you to felch.”  I push in and begin the final fuck.  Every nerve ending in my dick is on fire—willing me to empty my balls.  It won’t be long now.  I take a hit of poppers—seemingly my new trigger to unload.  I shoot a short blast of cum out of my dick.  But there is little feeling as I do it.  Which means, I have learned, that I can shoot again.  I pull out, jerk myself as I kneel and felch my own load.  I swallow, loving the taste of my fresh jizz.
    And it is hot enough to make me want to shoot again.  I just make it into Perry before I unload—this time with every nerve ending on high.  I fire again and again, vocalizing each discharge.  I hold onto the chains for support.
    I marinate for a moment…and pull out.  I make the Cub felch Perry’s hole first.  My dick has a moment to lose the super sensitivity, so then he can get all the jizz coating my cock, too…
    *
    There is a coda. 
    After we’re dressed, Perry disappears.  He comes back, sporting a dirty grin.  “I just asked Cruz for his number.  I’ll text it to you…”
    And that is an entry for another day!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2022
  8. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—April, 2022
    This picks up right where we left off in Part 1:
     
    …I stop fucking abruptly and pull out.  He spins around and cleans my cock.  He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls…
    Two very young men arrive and begin making out on the couch as the Leather Blond slurps my cock clean.  I ruffle his hair.  Another daddy in a harness and red jock comes into the basement.  “Use him hard,” I tell the guy and go up to the main floor.  I refill my water bottle.  Many more men have arrived.  While stripped, they are still in social drinking mode. 
    I go up one more flight and into the spare room.  The bed is alive with two couples fucking.  I stand and watch a bear getting long dicked by younger, trimmer shaggy haired guy.  The other couple is a pair of rough around the edges twinks, dressed in high fashion jocks.  The young man pulls out of the Bear.  I lean down and clean his cock for him.  He grins and says “You should fuck him.”  I eat the hole the shaggy haired guy had just been railing.  The Bear is very wet.  Already.  I pull the Bear to the edge of the bed so I can stand to fuck.  I sink in easily.  The Bear groans.  The shaggy haired guy strokes, his eyes on my cock plowing the hairy hole.  I work up to a faster rhythm.
    “Let me taste it.”
    I pull out of the Bear and Shaggy Hair cleans my cock.  I slip it into the Bear again.  SH moves to the floor.  He squirms between my legs, his face in a place where he can lick my balls as I fuck.  It’s hot—but cramped.  But it is driving SH into full rut mode.  He beats his bigger than average cock relentlessly as I fuck and he licks. 
    I pull out and shove my dick into SH’s mouth.  He cleans every inch of me before I push back into the Bear.
    “I’m gonna shoot,” moans Shaggy Hair.
    I pull out and step to the side.  The young man bounces up off the floor and pile drives his cock into the ass of the Bear, just in time to explode.  Shaggy Hair just keeps on cumming.  The Bear groans.  Shaggy Hair pulls out and lets me clean his cock once again. It a huge, young man’s load—and that’s just what is clinging to his cock.  I save some in my mouth and spit it back on the Bear’s hole. 
    “Fuck that into him.”  It’s the harness guy I saw in the basement, now standing by the side of the bed.
    I grin and slap my cock on the wet hole.  The Bear moans, happy to get a load so soon in the evening.  I fuck it into him.  Damn, his hole is awash with sperm.  It is almost over lubed.  It makes a wonderfully squishy noise as I fuck.
    Harness Guy has his dick out.  I fuck for a couple of minutes before I ask if he wants a turn.
    “I love to fuck in load,” he says before sinking into the Bear.  “Fuck, he’s full!”
    I nod.  I don’t want to waste the cum on my cock.  Another onlooker is happy to clean it for me.
    Harness Guy slaps the ass of the Bear and fucks him harder.  I wonder if the ass full of cum is about to get more.  Harness Guy, stops and pulls out—his dick frothy with another man’s jizz.  The man who cleaned me gets to lick up a new dripping cock, as I clean up the frothy mess on the Bear’s hole before fucking him again.  His hole is just as wet as before.
    Harness Guy and I trade off on the Bear onto he finally asks for a break to get off his knees.  I clean up his hole a last time before letting him up… 
    Hour Two
    Harness Guy and I go into the master bedroom together.  I am surprised to see my rimseat in use.  Last time, I was the only guy to take advantage of it.  Two beefy bears are enjoying themselves, on and under it, passing a bottle of poppers back and forth.  On the big bed there are three men, ass up.  Only one is being used by a top I recognize from the party in August.  Harness Guy and I fuck into the two available butts.  The three of us fuck the offered asses.  Our fuck strokes, after a minute or so, coordinate.  Our balls are slapping into our respective butts at the same time.
    The tops look at each other.  No one nods, but we all seem to just know that we want to change holes.  I pull out of a bearish guy and slip into a much thinner man.  Harness Guy is in the first person of color I’ve seen tonight.  The first fucker goes there, and Harness Guy into my bear.  We sigh, as contented as the men we are fucking.  Harness Guy is now railing into the bearish guy at an incredible pace.  The sound fills the room.
    We switch again.  Each to a new partner.  The chocolate colored man on my dick squirms in delight.  “Fuck, you’re big,” he croons. 
    All of us fuck contentedly.  I feel hands on my nipples, reaching from behind.  It’s Zane.  He tweaks my nips and licks my ear.
    “Room for one more?” 
    The kid I’m fucking nods, eager to share.  Zane kneels on the bed and my guy squirms off my dick, spins around and guides it into Zane’s furry butt.  He watches me fuck for a moment, and then begins to kiss Zane as I fuck him.
    The tops rotate again.  And again.  This time we are using Zane as third ass. The Black kid kisses or sucks one of the other men getting fucked.
    And just as fast as it formed, the group melts away—leaving Zane and I alone on the bed.
    “Lie down,” he tells me.
    I do.  I hope I know what is coming.
    “Here you go…”  Zane sucks my cock for a moment.  Then he crawls over me, his furry chest rubbing mine.  “I know you want it…” and he sits on my face.  “Eat me out. There’s at least one load in there…
    The seal of his ass cheeks is tight.  I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop…
     
    At least one more installment to come…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 2--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 6, 2022.  
  9. FelchingPisser

    Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Chicago—April, 2022
    Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues.  To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties.  The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend.  This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play.  So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time.
    I arrived early.  I took the rimseat.  All the prep of laying things out, furniture covers, etc had been done for the basement and all three upper floors of the house.  So I chatted with the two guys I don’t know as well for a bit, with Zane for a little bit more and then went up to the third floor to nap until the start time.  I knew it would be a late night and I had started the day at an ungodly hour…
     
     An Hour and a Half to Start Time
    I am lying on the only bed on the top floor.  There is a sling here, too.  The lights have a rheostat and are dimmed low and rather red.  Zane has been up here fiddling with coordinating the house music off his computer.  But he’s gone now.  I am floating on that edge of being awake and fully going under.  I have taken my boots off and unbuttoned my jeans.
    Maybe I drift away—for the next thing I know, Zane’s fragrant pit is covering my nose and mouth.  I lick it, automatically, before I’m fully awake.   He is straddling my chest—leaning forward, reveling in how my tongue is cleaning him. 
    He moves, so we are mouth to mouth.  He whimpers as he tastes himself on my tongue.  His cock, under a bathrobe, grinds into my cock mound, only half hidden by my open Levi’s.  The kiss goes on for a long time.  I break it to sample his other pit.  He has been in the shower, but I am still getting the essence of Zane on my tongue.
    We kiss again.  Slow and deep.  Zane breaks it this time as he unbuttons my shirt.  He opens it—and leans in.  He takes a deep breath.  A long sigh—and his tongue begins to work.  He laps at my right pit quite happily.
    “Kiss me.”
    He complies.  It’s another long, deep kiss that makes my cock mound in my underwear.  Zane reaches back and feels my hardening dick.
    “Let me say hello…”  He moves down so he is sitting on my legs.  He carefully takes my cock out of my black underwear.  The head disappears into his mouth.  I close my eyes and let him suck me.  His tongue is busy, deep in my piss slit.  I squirm and he is suddenly chuckling.  He comes up and kisses me again. “I want to sit on that so bad—but I need to do another round in the shower.”  Another kiss—a peck good bye—and he stands up and leaves.  I close my eyes again, my cock hanging out…
    *
    I think I sleep.  At least for a moment.  My phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to change into what I’m wearing for the party.  I go down a flight.  I am spending the night in the guest room.  I strip and do a quick shower.  It’s a cool April night and I know the basement can be cold—so I opt for wearing my chaps.  I add a wrist cuff and leave the harness in my bag.  I stow all my clothes in the closet. I can hear the first guests arriving.
     
    Hour One
    I go down the stairs to the main floor.  There are men everywhere in states of undress.  Some are completely naked, but most sport a jock, a singlet, underwear or some piece of fetish attire.  I find a bottle of water and take a look around.  I am definitely among the eldest of the men.  I recognize a couple from the piss party who are around my age.  We chat for a bit.
    A guy in his early 40’s parades in front of us.  He’s blond, with a reddish beard and a tight compact body.  He is in a leather jock and harness.  He looks at me, nods and goes around the corner to descend to the basement.  I excuse myself to the couple—who tell me to use him hard—and I go down the stairs.
    The basement is dominated by a large double bed in the middle of the floor.  There is a sling on either side—both affixed from the rafters.  There is a twin mattress and a couch as other potential play areas.  At this moment, we are alone.
    “Sir…”
    “Boy…”
    “I like your chaps.”
    I thank him.  His eyes are all over my bulge.
    “I bet you like this more…”  My hand cups my dick, growing under the stained fabric.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Show me.”  I point to the floor in front of me.  He kneels.  I pull his face into the jock pouch.  He does a quick intake of breath and lets it out slowly.  I let go.  He takes my cock out, looking at it, up and down, before it goes in his mouth.  He tries for a deep throat and gags on it.  The sound excites him.  He tries again and this time takes me to the hilt.  He pulls off me, with a sigh and begins sucking and licking the head. 
    I am looking over his shoulder at a two tight, hairy ass cheeks.  I let him get my cock good and wet before I tell him to kneel on the big bed in the middle of the room.  I kneel and look at his twin mounds.  They are covered in that light blond hair you can only see up close.  I dive into his ass crack, spearing his pucker.  It gives way to me easily. 
    “I want your cock in me, Sir.  And your load.”
    I actually laugh at him—here we are the very first people to be playing, at a party that will last hours. 
    “Eventually,” he adds, rather sheepishly. 
    I drill into him, my tongue leaving behind trails of spittle.  I grease my dick with the merest gloss of lube.  I stand and insert.  He takes me like a pro.  He sighs and tells me to fuck him as hard as I want.
    I start the thrusts.  Slow.  Deliberate. I slowly quicken the pace.  He yelps.  His arm flails out to grab one of the pillows on the bed.  He bites into it—and grunts out a litany of garbled fuck talk.  Hearing him makes me fuck him harder.  I slap his ass—the sound bouncing around the basement.
    I stop fucking abruptly and pull out.  He spins around and cleans my cock.  He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls…
     
    There are many moods and scenes from the house party.  I am in a very busy time frame in my regular life—but I will try to publish one daily. There were over 90 people there—and, no, I didn’t play with them all.  But I did more than my share…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2022
  10. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—April, 2022
    As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number.  The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting.  Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted.  He was excited by that.  So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house.
    He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area.  He’d play in the morning with his nieces and nephews—and play with me before he went home.  He let me know his progress as he hit the road to my house.  I set up the playroom, making sure towels were under the bench and sling, and I took the pitcher of water downstairs.  Cruz arrived right when he’d estimated he’d get here.  He took some time in the shower to make sure the playground was clean.  He emerged shiny from the steam, with all that wonderful body hair still slightly damp…
     
    I sit on the bed in the playroom and watch him step out of his jock.  Cruz is under 30, Latin and somewhere between 5’8” and 5’11”.  He is drop dead handsome with a full, dark brown beard.  Hair is everywhere on him—hairy chest, hairy legs and the hairiest ass I have had in years.  He kneels on the floor between my legs.  I love his expectant grin as his gaze goes from my mounded cock bulge up to my face and back again.  He burrows into the overstretched fabric with a sigh.  The jock pouch is now stretched obscenely.  My cock has to come out—and it goes deep into Cruz’s throat.  He groans, sucks me down and then pulls off it.
    “You are bigger than I remember.”
    Before I can reply, he is giving me the same expert head he had demonstrated in front of the others.  He remembers to tongue my balls without any prompting.  He even tips me back a little on the bed, to lick my perineum.
    “I have to taste your ass,” I tell him.  I point to the bench.  He climbs up and settles in.  His eyes are riveted on the mirror in front of him.  I stand behind him, at full erection, my cock swaying.  I go to my knees and pull his young cheeks apart.  My tongue parts the hair and finds his pucker.  I tongue prod him—and he opens easily.  He is so hot for cock.  I lick and spit—leaving trails of saliva on the strands of hair, only to mop them back up with my tongue.
    Pic ass shot
    I grease myself up as I rim.  I want him.  Now.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass cheek.  His head comes up so he can watch in the mirror.  I run my cock up and down his entire ass crack, leaving the hair glistening with lube and precum.  I find his hole—and enter.
    Cruz grunts and takes me with ease.  I give him a moment before I begin to fuck.  Our eyes meet in the mirror.  I step up the pace.  His face contorts.  His eyes close.  He moans out the pleasure he is feeling.
    I finally stop.  “Do you like the taste of your ass?” I ask, hoping he loves ATM as much as I do.
    He nods—and I step around for him to clean my cock of his ass jizz. 
    “Leave it good and wet, I’m going back up your butt.”
    Cruz whimpers.  Music to my ears.  I pull out of his mouth and push back between the matted hair of his ass….
    Pic cock in him.
    *
    We’ve switched to the sling.  He loves how comfortable is it is over others he’s been in.  I can’t keep my tongue out of his butt.  I want to ask if he’s ever done any piss—but I don’t want stop rimming.  Finally I decide just to piss his ass crack and see what he says.  I stand up and let fly—all my hot juices hosing him down.
    “Fuck!!” he mumbles as he squirms.  “So hot…”
    Yes!  I go back to my knees and clean him up.  My cock is aching.  I stand back up and fuck him.  Hard.  Chain rattling hard. 
    When I finally stop, he murmurs “Let me taste all that.”
    I bring him my cock, flavored with my pale piss and his ass.  He cleans me hungrily.  For a long time.  When I pull out of his mouth, I bend down and we kiss.  It’s intense—our tongues roaming freely.
    I go back and fuck him some more.  This time when I stop,  I keep my dick buried in him and lean across his chest for a long kiss…
    *
    “Have you ever been on a rimseat?”
    He hasn’t—but is totally game.  I put down the exercise mat for me to recline on and position the seat at the end of it.  I lie down, flip the seat down and tell him to sit.  He stands astride it.  I love the view of his wet ass above me.  He lowers himself carefully into place.
    My tongue goes deep into his hole the moment he sits.
    Cruz gasps.  “Deep.  Damn!” 
    I tongue fuck him happily.  For long minutes with him squirming and sighing.  I visualize cum dripping from his ass into my mouth.  Fuck, I’d love that.  Then I realize I could…
    I tap his legs for him to stand.  I get up, too.  “I have a condom in the freezer.  It has a load of my cum from a pandemic jerk off night.  Could I stick it up your ass and eat it out as it melts?”
    Cruz loves the idea.  I go upstairs to get it.  I get him back into the sling for the insertion.  It’s a hefty load in the end of the condom.  I cut off the knot and insert it with a push of my index finger.  It starts to melt instantly in his hot ass—leaving a glistening trail clinging to his ass hairs.  I quickly lick that up.
    I stand up and fuck him.  I can feel the melting wad of cum just below my shaft.  His hole froths, the more I fuck.  I pull out and clean that up.  I come around to the side, lean over and drool the cum and ass juices into his mouth.  He swallows hungrily and we kiss again.
    I fuck him once more and repeat the snowballing.
    Now I want the rest for me.  I get him out of the sling and back on the seat.  My tongue prods into him.  I get a drip of my cum onto my tongue.  Again.  And one drop more.  My mouth seals around his hole and I suck his ass.  The rest of my cum and his ass jizz begins a constant flow into my mouth.  It’s not huge—not like a piss waterfall—but just enough to make my cock ache.  A true mind fuck for both of us.  He can hear my pleasure as well as feel the cum drip into me.  He is groaning now as much as I am.
    And it’s time to shoot.  I don’t want to waste it.  Cruz is back in the sling in an instant.  I bury my face one last time in his deliciously slimy ass crack and spit it into my hand to coat my cock.  I enter him.  Hard and fast.  He grabs his cock and massages it.  I fuck like a man possessed.  In moments I can feel my balls letting it go.  I shoot—spurt after spurt into his hairy ass…
     
    The original is here, and it's worth following the link to see a picture of his ass:  From My Side of the Sling: Cruz Takes My Cock and Cum...and a little piss... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 3, 2022
  11. FelchingPisser

    Whoring Out Perry (Part One)

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Lansing—March, 2022
    Perry had come to the playroom in December.  (I wrote it up in February as “Get Me Ready for Your Cock”)
    We chatted a few times after the post was published.  Somewhere along the way he let drop that he would love to have me whore him out (oversee other men using him along with me) at a bookstore—to not let him have any say in who was in either end of him.  I agreed it would be fun.
    Suddenly the timing for that adventure fell into place.  We set a time to meet north of me—in the establishment that is half bookstore/half bathhouse.
     
    Perry’s already in the parking lot as I pull in.  I love eager men.  A friend, a hairy cub, has come along with him—a man I know more by reputation than personally.  (Though I have spent some happy moments trading off on some pit licking with him, at a CLAW scent party.)  We go in—and then into the play area, after locking up our outer wear in a locker.  I give a brief tour.  The gay area—where there are couches, porn, stocks and a sling—is chilly.  The other sling—tucked into a corner in a straight porn viewing area— is in a much warmer room.  As we continue, I point out the slurp ramp and the glory hole area.  I settle on a room where there is a three foot high padded table and a fuck bench along with the porn and other seating.
    I sit on the viewing bench and unbutton my pants.  My cock is mounding my jock.
    “Get me hard.”
    Perry steps out of his pants.  He folds his shirt and piles them next to me.  Now in just a jock and foot wear, he kneels and inhales the scent of my jock pouch.  He groans in the back of his throat.  The Cub stands behind him and begins to squeeze his crotch. Perry’s lips and tongue are all over the stained fabric.  Soon enough, my cock is released.  Perry swallows it down.   He holds my entire length tight in his throat.  He comes up for air and begins licking every inch of it.
    “Balls.”
    He obediently moves to licking my hairy nut sack.  All over.  And under.  My hand directs him back to my dripping cock head.  He cleans it off with a satisfied sigh.
    “I want to eat your ass.”
    I stand and tell him I want him bent on the table, legs on the ground and chest to the padding.  It shows his ass off perfectly.  I kneel, pull the cheeks apart and dive in.  The Cub moves around and holds Perry’s wrists in place.
    We are attracting a crowd.  Six or so middle aged men have gathered around us on this Sunday afternoon.  Cocks are out.  Soon men are jerking or sucking their neighbor. 
    I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass with a nice wet thwack which fills the room.  I prod open his now loose pucker and begin to fuck.  I move Perry slightly, so his mouth is more available to the men jerking.  I point at one of them and then to Perry—he gets the idea and Perry suddenly has a cock in him at both ends. 
    A young Latino walks into the room.  He slips between the daddies and begins to suck one of them.  In no time, his pants are shoved down and the man in Perry’s mouth, who I was hoping would be next in Perry’s ass, is fucking the hot younger ass instead.  I love how Perry is sprawled on one side of the table and the young man on the other.  Perry reaches out and they clasp hands as both their asses take a pummeling. 
    The sound of the fuckings fill the room.
    A spectator pushes in and bends over the table.  “Fuck me, too.”  I move from Perry to him.  Perry stays in place---his hole now being cleaned up by the Cub’s tongue.  I fuck the new guy hard.  He squeals loudly.  I slap his ass and fuck.
    I pull out—sigh, and have to go clean up.
    Freshly washed, I return to a smaller group.  The Cub is still rimming Perry, two men are trading blowjobs in the chair and the Latino is pulling up his pants. 
    “May I?”
    I nod.  The Latino goes to his knees and sucks me down.
    “You need to fuck him,” Perry grunts out.  “Fuck that hairy ass of his.”
    I look down at the kid swallowing my dick.  “You want my cock in your ass?”
    “Fuck, yes!” he says, pulling off my dick.  He pushes his pants back down and leans onto the table.  I surprise him by rimming first.  He sighs, reaches back and holds my head in place.  I love eating his freshly fucked hole.  My cock is now rampant after the washing and his mouth.  I lube it up as I eat out his hairy crack.
    Perry and the Cub stand up to watch.  I reluctantly stop rimming and stand up.  My cock slaps him on each of his hairy mounds.
    “Give it to him,” Perry mutters.
    My cock enters him.  Just the head popping in.  The guy gasps.  I do, too.  He is tight—and super wet.  Did the first guy shoot?  I inch into him.  Slowly.  I bottom out and hold.  I hear the kid’s breathing change.  He’s ready.
    I begin a slow fuck.  Long dicking him.  Making him feel every inch.
    “Fuck, you feel good,” he croons.  “Fuck me as hard as you want.”
    I take him up on it.  I build to a hard-driving ramming of his ass.  Over and over again.  I slap his left cheek.  It reddens and sends shock waves through my cock held so tightly by his ass. 
    I slap him again.  He groans out his pleasure.
    I slow.  I stop, with my full length in him.  Slowly I pull my engorged penis out of him.  Instantly, he spins around and cleans my cock of his ass juices.  I pull him up and we kiss—tasting his ass and my precum on his tongue as he embrace.
    “What’s your name, your first name?” I murmur.
    “Cruz,” he tells me before we kiss again.  Deeply. 
    A sweet ending for round one…
    The conclusion—next time!
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 28, 2022.
  12. FelchingPisser

    Loading Osvaldo at Cum-Union

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Grand Rapids—March, 2022
    In the months since the Halloween Party where I met and fucked Osvaldo repeatedly, there was not a week that went by where he did not send me a picture of his ass.  Or dressed as a Pilgrim. Or as a holiday elf.  Or with his new underwear…  You get the idea.  I did want to fuck him again, but I was in no hurry.
    Finally the right occasion and timing presented itself—the March CumUnion.  I checked that he still wanted to play again.  I reminded him that we should both play with others—and encourage others to join us.  He was all about that.  We set a time…
     
    I’m there just ahead of time.  I park on the street and go in to get my locker.  It’s crowded, but not packed.  I keep my boots and add my slightly dirty jock.  I snap my wristband in place, toss the towel over my shoulder and go exploring.  I see one Latin man, that from the back, might be Osvaldo, but it’s not.  I look in on the porn theatre, the sauna, the medical exam table, the glory hole area and the sling.  Not much is happening yet, beyond some semi-furtive blow jobs.
    I sit in the porn area and stroke.  When I figure it must be after the appointed hour, I go back to the locker area.  And there he is—buried in his phone.  His face lights up as he finally notices me.  We hug. 
    “Papi, I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.”
    I nod and we head upstairs to the play area.  I choose the medical exam table as the sling is hung far too low for me (and padlocked in place.)  Osvaldo willingly drops his towel and bends so his chest is resting on the table.  This makes his full ass look even more inviting.  I kneel and my tongue burrows in.
    “Yes!  Eat me out, Papi,” he whispers, but his voice get’s louder as he continues “I want you to fuck me hard.” 
    Osvaldo reaches behind him and pulls his cheeks apart. I spit and lick and prod him deeply with my tongue.  I finally spit one last time and stand up.  His arm grabs his phone and he films my cock slapping his ass cheeks before entering him.  When I’m halfway in, he shuts off the phone (which could get us thrown out) and concentrates on the fuck.  I fuck him hard, slapping his full ass.  He groans each time I do. 
    We get an audience.  One man, graying at the temples, strokes to seeing me fuck a man half my age.  He gets quite close to us, watching my cock slice into Osvaldo. 
    “He has another hole,” I point out.
    Osvaldo reaches out and guides the bigger than average cock into his mouth.  He looks damn good with two dicks in him.  The guy in his mouth smiles at me and begins pumping his dick into Osvaldo.  He stops fairly fast—he doesn’t want to cum.
    I pull out and go back to eating ass—now freshly fucked and juicy.  Osvaldo whimpers.  I hear his voice change, so I stand up.  A kid his own age has his dick in Osvaldo’s mouth.  I nod at him and slip my cock back into the wet ass.  I reach across the boy servicing us and run my hand over the kid’s very hairy chest.  Osvaldo clamps down on my cock, so I fuck him harder.  The kid pulls out, too, before his blows.  The night is young, after all.
    We go and try the sling.   The unadjustable chains make me do very deep knee bends to get into him.  It hurts.  We go back to the exam table.  This time I get him on his back—making sure his head hangs over the edge so he can be throat fucked, too.  I start in his mouth with a “Taste your ass on my cock.”  I slide into him as he shivers at the words.  “Get me good and wet, I’m not using any other lube for your ass.”  He does—leaving great gobs of his spit on my dick.  I move around and sink into his butt.
    An African-American around my age comes over and asks if he may use my boy’s mouth.  “Please,” I tell him.  We fuck into our Latin sandwich in rhythm together.  Three other men stroke to our fucking—but won’t come any closer to us.  I offer the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth to take my place.  He considers it, but declines.
    When the guy goes—so does our crowd.  We switch his position back to his chest on the table.  Osvaldo pulls his phone out again and aims it over his shoulder as I fuck him.  (He sends them to me, and not one is good enough to be used here.)  I take his phone, turn on the flash and take the picture.
    PIC
    We break.  I tell him to have fun—as will I.  He goes downstairs and I have no idea what he does other than get his phone in his locker.  I sit in the easy chair by the sling and get head from two different men. The first is horrible at it—the second is wonderful.  Osvaldo find me with the second guy.  Without missing a beat, he worms under the cocksucker so he can suck my balls as the guy continues to blow me.
    When we break, I suggest going to the glory hole room.  It is more private—and I’m hoping others will feel like fucking Osvaldo in a darker area.  No one is there.  I bend Osvaldo over a chair behind the wall and eat his wet, wet ass.  My beard is covered in his juices.  Could it be a load in him, too?  I can’t tell—or care.  I stand and fuck him.  My hips smacking his ass draw two guys to stand next to us.  One goes in his mouth—the other jerks. 
    I fuck harder.  I ask the guy in his mouth if he’d like his ass.  He nods.  I expect the guy to come to my side of Osvaldo, but instead the Osvaldo pivots and slips his hole right on the saliva slick dick he had been sucking.  As soon the guy starts fucking, Osvaldo takes me into his mouth.
    “Ah, shit,” the guy fucking him mumbles.  “Is it alright to shoot in him?”
    I say yes.  And Osvaldo nods.
    “Well, good.  I just did.”  The guy pulls out.  Osvaldo pivots again to clean his cock.  When he leaves, the stroking guy is sucked by Osvaldo. 
    “You want to fuck, too?”
    “Yeah…”
    Osvaldo pivots.  The guy fucks and loads that hot butt.
    I love the new feel of his ass—incredibly creamy.  Guys keep finding us.  Most try his mouth.  Not all fuck him—but enough.  Two more cream his ass under my watchful eye.
    We break again.  I go refill my water bottle while he stays there.  When I get back I am pleasantly surprised to see that Osvaldo is fucking one of the men who loaded him.  I had no idea the kid was versatile.
    *
    We fuck on the exam table again.  It’s getting late--and we both really like the feel behind the glory hole wall.  W go back.  It’s crowded now.  At least six men are there—all sucking or getting sucked.  There is just room for me to bend Osvaldo to suck a jerker—and for me to fuck him.
    We become the focus.  A man who was getting sucked shoots all over Osvaldo’s face.  I give way to another man to seed him.  I clean the man’s cock as he pulls out.  Doing that is enough to flip my trigger.  I slide into Osvaldo.
    “You want my cum?”
    He grunts an affirmative around the cock in his mouth.
    I pick up speed.  The cum in his ass is being churned with that sort of sloshing sound I love.  Everyone back there knows exactly what they are hearing.  Another guy, nowhere near us feeds his load, noisily, to a cocksucker.  I grunt three or four times and begin firing into him.  Osvaldo braces himself and takes it.   I slam into him one last time and collapse on his sweaty back…
     
    The original post, with a picture he sent me, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Loading Osvaldo at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  April 24, 2022
  13. FelchingPisser

    One Man In, One Man On

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—March, 2022
    After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night.  I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that.  One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit…
     
    I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down.  There are a few men—but none who look like play partners.  I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre through the grate in the dividing wall.  They sound much more intriguing.  I go out the door which bangs behind me and go into the other.
    A young man I recognize by sight from here is squirming in his chair as a larger, older man is sucking his bigger than average cock.  The suckee tries to stop the guy when he hears the door open, but the sucker knows he has a good thing and keeps going.  I sit against the back wall and stroke.  I nod at the young man.  He relaxes and smiles back.  In moments he beckons me over.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  He deep throats me two or three times—before he gives up his load to the man sucking him.  The youngster leaves fast, still tucking his shirt into his rebuttoned pants.
    I stick my wet dick into the cocksucker’s mouth.  He has blown me many times before and is great.  He’s bearish, likely just hit his 40’s, with a shaved head.  I realize I might be there for a while, so I sit down where the young man was sitting. 
    There are other men in the room—all watching, all stroking. Eventually, the man I think of as the Lip Licker, for his rather unsubtle way to signal he wants your dick, gets a guy from the front row into his mouth.  My sucker grows tired of not getting a load—and begs off saying the floor is hard on his knees.  He leaves for the arcade.
    I look around.  There is also a mid-40’s man stroking in the dark corner behind the door.  I get up and join him.  He is short and trim and flogging a regulation six incher.  I stand next to him.  We watch the movie and stroke our dicks. 
    A long moment.
    Finally his left hand snakes out and cups my balls.  I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me down.  He’s fine—but nowhere near as practiced as the man with the shaved head who just was sucking me.  But this guy is enthusiastic.  He is masturbating like crazy as he tries to take all of me.  He manages 2/3’s of me before choking.  I pull back and let him tongue my head and piss slit.
    His knees give out, too.  He stands back up and leans against the wall.  I like the look of surprise on his face as I return the favor going to my knees.  “Oh, fuck…” he hisses, and empties his balls into my mouth in short order.
    Lip Licker gets his load at almost the same time.  My guy leaves, as does the other man who shot.  LL gestures to me to come give him more, licking his upper lip with abandon.  I tell him to give me a minute; I want to check the straight side.
    Not much has changed over there.  The back row seat is available so I sit and stroke just to be different.  My shaved head bear comes in.  He goes to town on my dick again.  One man comes back to watch.  He keeps his zipper up the whole time.
    “Don’t forget my balls.”
    Shaved Head pulls off my dick and nuzzles them.  He remembers how I love to have a tongue licking right at the base of my cock ring.  I stroke a little as he gets my balls good and wet.
    His knees go again.  He thanks me with a nod and is gone.  Our voyeur follows him out the door.
    I go back to the gay side and let LL get his time on my dick.  I have to stand for him.  He can’t possibly get down on his knees anymore.  But his mouth is perfection.  Big tongue in a bigger oral cavity.  Great suction.  A passion for dick and cum.  He sucks contentedly on my dripping dick.
    Eventually he pulls off.  “Fuck my face.”
    I hold his head and pump into him.  I go deeper this way.  His hand is very busy over the slight bugle in his pants.  I fuck a little more.  Than let him take over until I am tired of standing.  I thank him and go back next door.
    *
    It’s been quiet.  Shaved Head has had another turn on me.  Then nothing.  But the movie has been good enough to keep me there in the cocksucker’s seat.  I stroke.
    The door opens.  A guy my age, with a silver goatee, enters.  I have sucked him in this very spot before.  He stands next to me.  His dress slacks are undone and drop to his knees.  He pushes down his designer underwear.  His cock is hard—a good seven incher with a slight upward curve.
    He strokes.
    I stroke.
    He turns.  My head turns—and he is in my mouth.  I do all the things Lip Licker did to me.  He sighs.  I pull off his very red cockhead and go for his hairless balls.  They are a nice big set, perfectly matched in size for his cock.  I nuzzle and lick as I stroke his dick. 
    He pulls away, but holds my shoulders in place.  He turns and presents me with his ass to lick.  This is new.  He pulls me into his butt before I can really think about it.  He is freshly showered—I can instantly tell from the scent of his wife’s girly soap.  I relax and eat him out with abandon.  He groans and calls me a slut under his breath.  He is stroking his cock with one hand and holding my head into his ass with the other. 
    He lets go and turns back.  His cock hand goes into my mouth.  “Clean them,” he hisses.  There’s a copious amount of pre-cum on them.  I lick them until he is satisfied.
    “Suck my cock…”
    He pulls the hand out and then pushes the cock in.  His body is blocking the door as he holds me in place—intent on getting off.  I hear it open.  I hear a rustle of fabric—and suddenly my cock is engulfed in a mouth.  It has to be Shaved Head—I can tell from the technique.
    Silver Goatee loves this.  “Get him off as I give him my load,” he whispers.
    And I am pretty sure that is just what is going to happen. 
    The cock in my mouth swells.  So does mine. 
    I get a massive load in my mouth. 
    And second later, I give one to Shaved Head every bit as big….
     
    The original post, with some thoughts by my readers, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: One Man In, One Man On (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 20,2022
  14. FelchingPisser

    The Kid With the Big Cock

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—March, 2022
    Friday night. 
    I was horned.
    I had thought about little else all day. 
    I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…
     
    The gay theatre is empty.  I check the straight one.  Surprise.  There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn.   The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally.  A very heavy man is sitting there.  He currently has no takers.  But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick through the fabric of their pants.
    I sit along the wall in one of the few vacant chairs.   I have a clear visual of a man a row ahead of me flogging his tiny dick.  I have to turn around to see most of the other men.  When I hear a rustle behind me, I look to see one of the horned guys get up and make use of the cocksucker’s mouth.  I set my dick free—and stroke to the porn.
    My eyes get used to the darkness.  Right across from me, against the far wall, is a young man.  Around 28 or so.  He is African-American, with a handsome profile, a mostly trim body and a sizable cock.  He is stroking at an incredibly fast pace.  I turn back to the movie and sneak an occasional glimpse at him.  His hand moves quicker as up on the huge television a hung Black man takes the girl anally, while white cocks are in her two other holes.
    I watch the movie—expecting him to drop a load any moment.
    But I catch him looking at me.
    A lot.
    He looks away at the screen whenever our eyes chance to meet.
    Suddenly he puts his cock away—tenting his jeans—and leaves the room.  I linger a minute, waiting to hear the door to the gay room shut.  But nothing.  I put my dick in my pants and go out into the dark hallway.  I check the three preview booths, thinking he may be there. 
    Nothing.
    I decide he’s gone—or in the arcade.  I go to the gay cinema just to see.  And there he is.  I shut the door, just as quietly as he must have.  He is leaning against the wall.  Stroking.
    I sit in the cocksucker’s chair over here, not sure what he wants—if anything with someone so much older.
    We stroke in unison.  The porn here is mild after the group effort on the straight side.
    He looks at me.
    I catch him at it.
    He turns away.
    And again—the same thing.
    Then he walks over, rather duck like with his pants around his knees.  Is he offering me his dick?
    He whispers:  “May I suck you?”
    I nod.  He kneels.  His mouth is big.  His tongue is velvety.  He’s good for his young age—or a natural.  He makes my cock very happy.
    “Lick my balls.”
    “Yes, Daddy…”  His fat tongue does a great job there, too.
    My hand directs his head to go back to my drooling shaft.  He licks up my precum before ovaling his lips and taking me deep.
    I sigh.
    He works harder.  But I’m not close. 
    He pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?  Please?”
    I nod and stand up.  He gets up and takes his pants off completely.  I bend him over, so he is holding onto the backs of the chairs in front of us.  It arches his full butt cheeks perfectly.  My hand grazes the tight curls of black hair all over them—and a forest of it in his ass crack.
    I kneel and sink my tongue into him.  He gasps. He begins to whimper as I go to work.  I drill into his tight hole.  I love his showered-but-slightly-sweaty-from-all-the-jerking smell and taste.
    He is panting now.  And groaning.  “Nobody eats me out…” he murmurs.  “Nobody.”
    I re-double my efforts.  My cock is rock hard as I tongue his ebony mounds.  I lube myself up as my tongue drills into his now not so tight pucker.
    I need to fuck.
    “You want me raw?” I ask as I stand up.
    “Yes, he whispers.  “I want your cum in me.”
    My head pushes in.  He gasps.  I wait.  The kid is tight—but no virgin.  His hole relaxes and sucks me in.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Each stroke is my full length.  His hand never leaves his big cock.
    I slap his ass.  The sound fills the room.  And ignites the kid.  He pushes back now, to meet every thrust.  He moans louder and begins mumbling a string of profanity.  His ass tightens down.  I am sure he’s going to shoot before I do.
    “Cum, man, cum in me…”
    And that does it for him.  He shoots a massive load on the floor.  A spurt with each thrust I pound into him.
    I slow. 
    And he moves abruptly, disconnecting us.  “Sorry,” he pants.  “It’s too much after…” leaving it unfinished.   He accepts a piece of paper towel to clean up.
    I go back to the straight side for someone to take my load. 
    No one is there.
    The porn has changed to something generic.
    I wait around—Nobody is here. 
    Finally I go home, vowing to return tomorrow night…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Kid With the Big Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  April 18, 2022
  15. FelchingPisser
    North of Me—March, 2022
    Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...
     
    “Kneel.”
    He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directive, he sits on my bed to allow me to do the ankle restraints. 
    “Now on your knees and get me hard.”
    My jock is already bulging.  It will not be a hard task.  His tongue zeros in on the edge of the pouch where he can lick my tightly held nuts.  He moves on to pulling the pouch away—and deepthroating my cock.  Easily.  And with hunger.  He moans and comes back up for air before doing it again.  And back up, now gasping for air.
    This time, I grab the sides of his head and hold it still.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  Until he’s breathless.  I tell him I want more—but I want to fuck his face as his head hangs over the bed.  Ross scrambles up onto the bed and rolls onto his back.  His head hangs down—his mouth at the perfect level to fuck straight down his throat.  Before I do, I straddle his face.  I lower my balls into his mouth.  He licks every inch he can reach of the hairy sack.  I take half a step forward.  I do slight squat and tell him to lick my ass.  He whimpers softly as his tongue darts around my tight pucker.  Over and over—and only then do I give him what we both really want—a hard throat fucking.
    I pause.  I clip the Hog Tie clips to the four restraints.  It pulls his arms and legs together.  I press down to make him immobile and fuck his throat again.  As I pull out, I get some deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my fingers, reach over him and shove it into his ass.
    I unclip him so he can turn to present his ass to me on the edge of the bed. “Legs up.”  He complies and I fasten his four extremities to the clips.  I press down—and it rolls his ass up.  My cock rests on his ass lips.  I drool a big glop of spit onto my cock before I push into him.
    It’s a hard fuck.  Fast and furious.  His ass flowers open.  Ross is groaning.  Telling me to fuck him as hard as I can.  I push down on the Hog Tie to change the angle of the fuck.  He takes it in his stride. I slow down and push again.  It rolls him to his side.  He is in a fetal position with the restraints.  I love the new angle and continue to drill into him.
    I pause long enough to add the egg headed dildo.  My cock joins it.  He is so tight now.  Ross pants his pleasure as I fuck into his toy-tightened hole…
    *
    Ross is in the sling.  I have fucked him repeatedly.  I pull out one more time. I piss over his now puffy ass lips.  The piss clings to them, inviting me to kneel and clean them up with my tongue.  Fuck, I love rimming him after I have fucked him so much.  I love the taste of myself—and all the ass lube he has manufactured to protect himself from my onslaught.  I stay for a long time, my face buried in his hole.
    I warm the speculum by breathing on it, add lube and slide it in.  I crank slowly.  My finger wanders over his prostrate repeatedly.  When it is wide enough, my cock goes in, too.  I fuck, moving my long cock past the ends of the medical device.
    “I brought the bigger one,” I tell him.  “I’m not sure I have ever used it.”  The blades are maybe half an inch longer and half an inch wider.   If anyone of my men can take it, it is certainly Ross.  He does so, easily---and loves the stretch.  I repeat the process of slowly opening it and then, when wide enough, fucking him with it in place.
    When his ass is empty again, I grease up the Ass Grommet and slip it over the length of my cock until the head of my dick emerges.  It gives my cock a huge circumference…but not too much for Ross.  I push in—and he pushes out, taking me to the root. 
    I fuck him with it on me.  Then I hold the edges of the grommet in place. I pull myself out, leaving the toy inside him.  His hole gapes.  I kneel and spit into him.  I take a drink of water—and spit that into him through the grommet.  I swallow the next sip of water—and it kicks in my bladder again.  I stand up and aim at the grommet which is holding his ass open.  A long stream of piss hits his balls.  I direct it downward.  It splashes into the grommet, sluicing into his ass.
    Ross groans.  I fuck into the toy—still spraying the last of the piss.  I fuck his piss drenched ass.  It is hot and wet.  When I pull out, the toy comes with me, on my dick.  I kneel and eat his pissed out hole as Ross mumbles encouragement…
    *
    It’s time for fist.  My greased left slides into him with ease.  I do it again—and add my cock.  My hard dick goes into his butt, down my wrist and fucks into my palm deep inside him.  I can’t get enough of the feel of it all.  I fuck him for quite a while this way.
    Then I add my dick in with my right hand in him.  It doesn’t feel as good, so I go back to my left.  When I tire of that, I keep my hand in him and add the egg-headed dildo.  I like the big head of the toy pushing through my fingers deep inside him.
    “Have you ever tried adding your dick to that?”
    I haven’t.  But I do.  I pull the embedded toy up slightly and there looks like there might be room for my cock.  I try. 
    Success.  It’s snug and warm and a great stretch.  Neither of us can hold it for long—but we both love how it feels.
    I re-grease my hands.  I alternate them inside Ross.  Close to a true punch fisting session.
    “Do a double.  Please…”
    I leave my left inside.  My right fingers push into him.  A slight push—and I have both hands inside him.
    Now he wants nothing else.  I reverse it—but it is easier for some reason with the left in place and adding the right.  It surprises me each time the second hand disappears inside him.
    Finally:
    “I think my hole is done.  But I can still take your cum.”
    I nod.  I know how to get there—I just need to stick my tongue in his used, sloppy hole.  My erection, which recedes as I concentrate on fist, springs back to life. 
    I keep my face buried there. 
    I stand.
    I fuck.
    Ross hands me his poppers.
    I do a tiny hit.
    I explode—coating his used hole with my cum.
    I hang onto the sling frame, letting myself recover.
    I go to my knees.
    His cum drenched rose bud begins to push into my mouth…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross  April 15, 2022
  16. FelchingPisser

    Giving Them What They Want

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—March, 2022
    It’s always nice to be wanted.
    The Cub who took my load in February, after a marathon of bookstore sex, sent me a text.  He was hoping I could breed him again at the bookstore.  It was a Saturday morning when I got his message.  I knew I was going to play somewhere that day, so it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to him.  We set a time.  We both wanted to play at the same place in Jackson, with its many screens of porn.  I quickly packed a lunch for later and hit the road…
     
    I’m early.  The parking lot is not crowded, but there are enough vehicles to suggest a potential good time.  I go in and pay.  I say polite things about the owner’s tiny dog, who stands on the counter as I am handed my ticket. 
    The lounge is fairly empty.  A couple of guys just groping themselves at the straight screen.  A guy jerking in the secluded Trans area.  I go to the gay area.  There’s my guy—sucking off one Daddy while jerking on a second one.  He acknowledges my arrival and looks slightly embarrassed to have started without me.  He obviously doesn’t know me…I find him hotter for wanting more dick.  I sit nearby and get my cock out.  The guy he’s jerking pulls away and comes over to me.  He is older with very soft hands.  He strokes my dick to full erection.
    The guy the Cub is sucking is getting close.  His breathing is ragged.  He suddenly stands up, pulling his dick out of the Cub’s mouth and shoots his load on the floor.  It’s a massive load and a real waste of cum.  The guy pulls himself together and leaves.
    The Cub turns to me.  “You want to fuck me now?”
    “Sure.”
    He comes closer and all but whispers in my ear, “Let’s go downstairs to the booths.”
    I tell him I find them cramped and I didn’t pay for them.
    Instead he walks out into the main area.  I follow, trying to fit my erection back in my pants—which proves hopeless.  He nods toward the smallest area.  It has a curtain to close it and seems to alternate between bondage porn and hetro grannies with young men.  I am relieved that today it is showing straight Black guys on barely legal girls.  There is just the big television and one chair.  The Cub closes the curtain before he strips down to just socks, tossing his clothes in the corner.
    “Get on the chair.  Knees on the seat.”
    He does—presenting me with his hairy ass.  I go to my knees.  I lick and stroke.  The Cub grunts contentedly. 
    The curtains open.  A 40-something guy looks in, his cock in his hand.  I’ve seen him watching the straight vids.  He mumbles an apology, and starts to leave.
    “Let me suck that,” the Cub whispers loudly.
    I see the guy stop, consider and then come in, closing the curtains behind him.  He strokes,  close to the Cubs face, as he watches me eat out the hole I am about to fuck.  I stand up.  My cock slaps the Cub’s butt.  Straight Guy has a nice dick, but he gasps as he sees mine.  I prod the Cub’s butthole—and it flowers open.  I sink in a good two inches.  Straight Guy steps in and gives his uncut cock to the Cub, who sucks it in with enthusiasm.
    “How can he take it?”  asks Straight Guy.
    “He loves big daddy dick,” I tell him truthfully.
    I love seeing the kid spit-roasted.
    The guy in the Cub’s mouth begins to fuck his face at the same speed I am fucking his ass.  The Cub is jerking himself.   I don’t think those two can last long.
    “Do you want to try his ass?”
    Straight Guy looks at me.  “I’m too close.”
    A couple more strokes and the guy is exploding in the Cub’s mouth.  I feel the Cub’s ass constrict on my cock.  I am sure he is cumming all over the chair seat.  But he manages to swallow all Straight Guy has to offer and to clean his cock up.
    As SG leaves, the Cub asks me to stop plowing.  He has indeed shot a massive load.  “Sorry, I can’t take anymore after I shoot.”  He cleans up and takes off. 
    The fuck was maybe twelve minutes.
    I go to see what other trouble I can get into…
    *
    The rest of the men on this particular Saturday seem to think stroking my cock is the ultimate form of sex.  I have good hand jobs and horrible ones.  Not one remotely gets me off. 
    Eventually I find one man who sucks my cock in the main room.  He seems to love to show off that he can take me.  He’s a good bit older than I.  His knees give out quickly.  But he is good and I tell him so.  He goes off for lunch—telling me I should fuck him when he gets back. 
    I eat my own lunch in the car.
    I stroke to 2 men, 1 women porn.
    My cocksucker comes back.  He nods and leads me to the Trans area.  He drops his pants. 
    “I dropped by the house to make sure I was ready for you,” he whispers.
    I thank him.  And I think my cock will, too.
    He leans forward braced against the wall—staying off his knees.  I kneel and begin licking his freshly prepped ass.  He begins to whimper.  It sounds more like crying than a sexual reaction. 
    I stop.  “You ok?”
    He nods.  Then turns to me and pulls me to my feet.  He kisses me, holding me tightly.  When he finally lets me go, he whispers “No one has done that to me in years.  Literally.”
    “Then let me worship your ass.”
    “You really want to?”  He can’t seem to believe me.
    I hug him again and guide him back to the lean he was doing.  I kneel and give him the best rim job I know how to do.  I am deep in his hole one minute—and sucking on his ass lips the next.  He whimpers again—but now it’s the sound of sexual gratification. 
    “Put that beautiful dick in me,” he pants.  “Please.”
    I lick a little more before I stand up.  I have made him so wet, I have no problem getting into him.  He gasps.  And then tells me to fuck him.  “Hard.  As hard as you want.”
    I begin a slow pump and build quickly.  I really want to give him just what he needs.
    “Will you shoot in me?” he pants.
    “Do you want me to?”
    “Oh, fuck, yes…”
    I fuck him harder.  I am surprised to feel that I am close to cumming.  “I’m close…”
    “Oh, God.  Please.  Give me your cum.”  His whispering has become louder.  “It’s been so long…”
    And I’m there.  I shoot, holding onto his hips, bucking into him with each pulse of my cock.
    I marinate in his ass until his breathing calms.  I pull out.  He moves around to clean my cock of every stray drop of seed…
     
    The original is posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: Giving Them What They Want (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  April 11.2022
  17. FelchingPisser

    Filling the Ginger Bear

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    North of Home—March, 2022
    As March began, the Ginger Bear and I wanted another meet.  I packed some of my regular toys and drove to his place.  The day we had set up the date, the weather had been warm for March.  Now it was blustery and chilly.  It got more so as I drove north.  I was thankful I had tossed in a ratty old sweatshirt as we were playing in his basement—and the space heaters did little to cut the chill….
     
    The ass.  It is such a gift.
    I am on my knees.  My tongue has been exploring the Ginger Bear’s hole.  He is in his sling and twisting his nipples.  I rock back on my heels and just look at his full butt cheeks and the pink, slightly puffy, lips.  My cock swells and I dive back in.  GB groans his encouragement.
    It is a matter of only a few minutes before my cock is slapping those same puffy lips.  I leave a trail of precum over them as I push slowly inside.  GB groans again.  I feel him relax and I begin a slow, rhythmic fuck.  The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the basement.
    I have arranged my toys on a small table within reach.  I grab the old reliable—the eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up while still maintaining the fuck.  The cock comes out—the toy goes in.  I pull it down and add myself on top of the thin shafted toy.  We both love how tight it makes his ass.  The underside of my dick moves across the ridges relentlessly.
    I slow—pull it up and go under the toy.  Not for long.  It’s not as good a fit.  I pull out the grab the length of chain I brought along.  I kneel and grease it up.  I begin the slow insertion process.  One link at a time.  The Ginger Bear loves the weight that is beginning to fill him.  It is 18 inches long—and all but the last links disappear.  I begin to pull it out—just as slowly.  It acts like a heavier version of balls on a string.  Each link gives him a stretch as it leaves the confines of his ass.  One.  Two…Five…Nine…and suddenly the remaining links spill out of him, thanks to gravity.
    Pic 1-3
    I repeat the process two more times.
    I move on to the speculum.  I want to give him a good lateral stretch before my hand goes in.  I crank it slowly.  Opening him.  By increments.  I play with his prostate with the fingers of my left hand as I crank with the right.  When it is wide enough, I fuck him with the device in place.
    Pic 4- 5
    I love how open he is now.
    Pic 6
    I grease my hands up.  After all the play, it’s an easy entrance for my left hand.  I go in repeatedly.  Wait, turn it slightly and come out.  The Ginger Bear’s breathing increases.  He tells me how good it feels. 
    My slightly bigger right hand goes in just as easily.  I spend a good deal of time going back and forth—left and right.  My dick is hard—so it joins my left hand deep in his guts.  I fuck through my fingers—overwhelmed by the feeling of his hot flesh and my greasy palm on my cock.
    He has his toys out, too.  I select a bigger toy.  It is a semi-realistic cock in black silicone.  As I picked it up, I think I can use it to double fuck him—but it is too girthy for that.  I grease and fuck.  Then re-grease and fuck.  I am just able to add a finger along the shaft of the toy.
    Pic 7 -8
    I do another round of my hands.   Back and forth.  One and then the other.  I manage to get one all the way in and add four fingers of the other hand.  It is not the day to try harder on going for a double.
    I go back to his table and pick up the fantasy monster toy.  It looks like a dragon’s massive shaft, all scales and ridges.  I know he can take more if he sits on it, but I just want to tease his hole with it in this position.  I get the head in—a little farther than I expect.  I do it again.
    Now I re-grease my hands.  I go in flat handed and come right back out.  Then I do the same with the right.  The sling starts to move in rhythm with me.  In with my hand as it goes away from me and out as it swings toward me.  The frame creaks in time with us.  It is an open palmed punch fisting.  It is as great a head fuck for us as a hole fuck.  We maintain it for a good five minutes—a rousing climax to our stretch session.
    The Ginger Bear thinks his hole has reached his limit.  And it’s cold enough for us to break.  We go upstairs, wash up and have dinner…
     
    The original, with a number of pics of stuffed and stretched hole is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Filling the Ginger Bear (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 6, 2022
  18. FelchingPisser
    Near Home---March, 2022
    It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex.  So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different.  I found it at the local bookstore…
     
    It’s a Friday night.  Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately.  Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case.  But there are more cars than I expected.  I buy my ticket.  The straight theatre has a couple of guys in it.  They are both very into the movie and don’t seem to be looking for play.  I go next door.  I am alone in the gay theatre.  I sit in the back row and wait, stroking to some decent bareback porn.  In no time the door opens and swooshes shut rather noisily.  It is a white guy—around my age.  His hair is cut very short—likely to try to disguise the fact that it is turning grey.  He sits in the corner nearest to my chair.  He unzips promptly and begins stroking to the porn.
    And me.
    He spends a lot of time looking at the screen and then at me and back again.  I catch his eye.  I give him a half smile and nod.
    A long moment.  Then:
    “May I suck it?”
    “Sure.”
    He kneels in front of me, supporting himself by leaning on my knees on the way down.  He takes me in his mouth—well, actually just the head of my dick goes into his mouth.  He strokes my shaft with his right hand as me licks me.  He is sure this is a terrific blow job for he takes me out of his mouth and points my dick away from both of us as if my cum will be exploding from my balls at any moment.  Not just once—he does it again and again.  It doesn’t feel bad—it’s just not very good.  He seems to love it.  His small dick, which he left out of his pants, is throbbing and drooling onto the floor.
    He does a few more rounds of suck my head/stroke my shaft/pull it out and point it away before his knees get tired.  He stands up, slowly.  His cock is right at my eye level.  I take it into my mouth without asking.
    “Oh!” he exclaims and begins shooting his jizz down my throat.  Spurt after spurt—a massive load.  He thanks me sheepishly and takes off.
    I wander over to the straight side, swig my water bottle and watch the watchers.  I stay there until I hear the door open and close next door.  I go back.  Two men have come in.  One white, one Black and they are both stripping naked.  We nod to each other.  The white guy is tall, mid thirties with an unkempt beard.  The other man is short, his hair pulled back in bun.  His fingernails are painted a shiny black.
    They talk to each other.  I learn they have been here most of the day.  They seem to be coming down off something.  Neither can get hard.  They beat their soft meat.  The stroke each other.  They take turns with their mouths.  Nothing helps. 
    The shorter guy finally gives me some head, gets distracted by where his poppers are, and stops.  I excuse myself.
    I go back to the straight side.  New men have arrived.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat—as there is a man, wanking his dick, leaning against the wall right next to it.  I get mine out and stroke, too.  This inspires a guy in a plaid cap, sitting in front of me to take his out, as well.
    The bearded guy on the wall swivels towards me.  It’s a good seven incher.  He stands stock still as I suck him.  I finally get a vocal reaction from him when my tongue goes to his balls.  When I swallow him down again, he grabs my ears and begins face fucking me.
    “Tell me you want my load.”
    I can do nothing but grunt affirmatively around the pile driving dick.  The moment he hears me, he fires into my mouth.  Nothing like the quantity of the first load I got, but sizable.  He grunts some thanks and tries to pull out of my mouth.  I hold him by the balls until I clean up every drop.
    The man in the cap has turned and has been watching us.  He is beating his dick furiously.  I think he wants some, too. There is a movement by the door.  A short white guy, who’d been down front, seemingly has come back to stroke to the blow job.  He walks over and sticks a short fat cock in my mouth.
    “Swallow mine like you did his…” he hisses.
    He is aroused.  I do no more than swipe my tongue over his piss slit a couple of times before he blows.  A small, acrid load coats my tongue.  He pulls out, and still dripping, shoves his wilting dick into his shorts as he leaves.
    Plaid Cap stands up.  “You clean?”
    I hate that phrase.  I shrug and tell him I’ve swallowed three loads tonight—so who knows.
    It doesn’t deter him.  He comes back, but stops.  He has a dick that is my length—but much thinner.  He stands next to my chair.  I can feel him making the decision.  And he offers it to me. 
    It’s a hot cock—and a hotter head space to have the guys back to back like this.  He stands still and lets me do his dripping cock as I want.  I take him to the root repeatedly.  His thinner dick feels incredibly good going down my throat.  I come back up each time and clean out his dripping piss slit.
    “I can’t take much more of this…” he mumbles.  “Swallow my load.  Please.  Don’t spit it out.”
    And he begins firing.  I can’t even taste the first 2 spurts.  They go right down my throat.  The rest of his spunk puddles up on my tongue to be savored and swallowed. 
    My dick is telling me he needs to get off.  The three loads in my mouth back to back is playing with my head.  I hold onto Plaid Cap’s balls.  He can’t pull out, even if he wanted.  I get another drool of cum from his cock—and I fire splatter after splatter of jizz onto the stained floor in front of me.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Swallow Mine Like You Did His…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 3, 2022
  19. FelchingPisser

    Stringing Up Jake

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—February, 2022
    Jake, the man who takes my fist with ease and likes to have his balls manhandled, suddenly had time for a play session. My calendar was freer than usual.  On the last Saturday of the month he arrived with his bag of tricks…
     
    I send Jake downstairs to the playroom so I can get out of my jeans and get my boots back on upstairs in my bedroom.  I go down in my robe with a fairly clean white jock holding the goods.  Jake is naked.  And ready.
    He sits on the edge of the bed.  “Let me get that down my throat before you get too hard.” 
    I pull the pouch around and let him nuzzle my balls for a moment.  I am hardening quickly, so I push into his mouth.  It feels great—which makes me fully hard.  And that makes it tight and a little toothy.  I’d rather eat his ass anyway.
    Jake gets in place on the fuck bench.  I never tire of how men are presented on this piece of equipment.  The ass is right at the perfect height and spread for maximum penetration by tongue, cock, finger, fist or toy.  I go to work with my tongue first.  He sighs and tells me to get him good and wet.  That is easy to do as I am salivating.  I really need to get my dick into him.
    I stand up.  My cockhead brushes his wet pucker.  I push—and I am in.  To the hilt.  I wait for the shortest moment and begin to fuck.  Jake eggs me on.  “Really give it to me.”  I pick up the pace.  In moments I am pounding into him.  Over and over.  The wet sound his ass is making is music to my ears.  I suddenly stop, pull out and bring my wet dick to Jake’s head.  He licks me clean, groaning in the back of his throat.  I go back to his ass and fuck him just as hard again.
    I grab the egg headed dildo from the shelf by the sling.  I lube and insert.  His ass takes the toy easily.  I like seeing his ass lips cling to the rounded tip as it stretches them.  It disappears inside Jake.  I stand and add my dick.  I fuck first with the toy below my dick—so I can really feel the ribbed column below the egg head.  Then I switch it up and have my cock under it.  I feel more  of his wet, clingy ass this way.  I fuck for a long time—as Jake looks up into the mirror in front of us and watches me ravage his hole.
    The toy comes out.  The speculum goes in—the stainless steel device still cool to the touch.  I crank it open slowly. I finger Jake’s prostate after each small turn of the screw.  Soon, it is wide enough to fuck with it in place.  The stainless steel is no longer cool.  It is at body temperature.  I fuck him vigorously…then do a slow crank shut, letting him feel his ass canal relax.
    We move to the sling.  I eat his ass again, relishing the change in the feel of his pucker.  It makes me fuck him hard. 
    I start some finger stretching—and then go to a large black butt plug.  Jake loves when I thump my fist against the base of it as he holds it in place.  More fingers—8 now, in a lateral stretch.  Soon, my left hand slips into him.  And then my right.  Alternating. 
    I move on to the bigger black toy—sort of a two tier butt plug.  Jake takes it easily.  I beat on the base of this one, too.  Another round of my hands—opening and probing deeply into him.
    He has brought the two ball crushers.  I start with the plexiglass one.  He helps get his balls and cock in the right holes.  Then I begin to tighten the wing nuts—slowly tightening down on his testicles.  Today I seem to be able to go a little tighter than last time.  I add the eggheaded dildo, into his ass before I take the picture.
    PIC 1
    I get the crusher off and use the new toy shaped like a small fire hydrant.  Jake takes it in stride.  The top goes in easily. I spend a little time working the four bumps into him.  And a little more with the next, wider ring at the base.  He loves the complex stretches it provides.
    My hands do another round.
    A quick fuck and we break.  Jake lies on the bed and gets his balls inside the lower half of the red block crusher.  Then it’s back in the sling for him.  I add the top and screw it down with just a light amount of pressure on his nuts.  Jake wonders if I have rope to truss the whole contraption up and pull it above him.  I don’t have rope—but I have chain.  I rig it so it pulls his scrotum away from his body.
    PIC 2.
    I tighten it down to where he likes it.  At his instruction, I grab the flesh covered dildo and beat the box.  Rhythmically and loud in the tiny room.  Jake’s eyes roll up into his head.  He is in some special place.
    And now my hands find their way back into his hole…
     
    The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Stringing up Jake (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 31, 2022
  20. FelchingPisser

    "First Time. Never with a Man..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Near Home—February, 2022
    Saturday night.  I had spent a good part of the day wooing a man into my sling.  He talked about the things he’d like to experience, most of which would leave him very wet.  Sometime in the late afternoon he vanished, not just from being currently online but from the hook up site as well, blocking me.  I signed off and made up my mind that a return to the bookstore was an easier way to get rid of the load building in my balls…
     
    I am in the bookstore closest to my home, the one with the two theatres/rooms next door to each other.  I am sitting off to the side, stroking to the straight video.  It’s not fantastic porn—but it is where the men are. Four of them, to be exact.  Two are of no interest.  I recognize them and know they don’t play.  Well, at least with other men.  There is a man in the back row who is a regular--and has often sucked my cock.  My focus is on a younger man directly across from me.  He has his dick out and is stroking.  He is doing a lot of that look-at-the-screen-look-at-me and back again.  His face is mostly expressionless.  If anything, he looks worried.
    The man on the screen shoots his load all over the woman’s face and open mouth.  The young man rises and looks right at me.  I can finally see him.  He is Mexican, tall-ish and very, very slim with jet black hair.  He might be 30, but is likely less than that.  He nods to me and leaves the room.  I do myself up and follow.  He is waiting by the booths used for previewing a movie before you buy it.  He steps into an unused booth.  I follow and lock the door.  I turn to him.
    “First time,” he whispers.  “Never with man.”
    I undo the buttons on my fly.  My dick falls out, heavy and hard.
    He does an intake of breath and then, slowly, reaches for it.  He holds me for a moment and then goes to his knees.  His blow job is all hand and teeth.  I whisper for him to ease up on the hand and open wider.  He tries but it is still not very good.
    He stands up.  He has pulled a Magnum from somewhere.  “Fuck me with this?  Please.  First time.”
    I roll on the condom and he drops his jeans.  It’s a cute butt.  I go to my knees to lick his hole.  He turns around and tugs me to get up.  “Just fuck.  First time fuck.”
    I lube up, thinking a rimming would help open him up.  He turns and bends, craning his head towards me to make sure I am keeping the condom in place.  I love how hairy his ass crack is—I really want to stick my tongue in it.  But I do what he wants.  I feel his pucker with my finger.   I line up and begin to slowly enter him.  But I never stop…he takes my whole cock in one stroke.  There is no way this is his first time.  He gasps.  And begins to fuck back on me.
    He grasps his very small uncut dick and strokes himself as I fuck.  In fact, between how open his ass is and the rubber covering my dick, I feel very little.  But it is working for him.  He fires his load all over the ripped leatherette seat…
    *
    When I leave him to clean himself up, I go to the gay cinema.  A cubbish young man is there.  He is standing by the door.  I sit down in front of him.  He moves around and sits in a chair where we can see each other.  I pull out my dick—still hard after the brief fuck.  The Cub kneads the front of his pants.  He has a ball cap pulled down, the brim covering his eyes. He unzips.  Fingers go into his fly. 
    He massages.
    I stroke. 
    He suddenly gets up and goes behind me, I think to leave.  I turn.  Nope.  He’s on his knees in the corner behind the door.  I get up and move into the darkness there.  I feed him my dick.  He’s good.  Velvety mouth.  And very wet.  I choke him a couple times with some face fucking and we both like the sound of him gagging. 
    Finally his knees give out.  I help him up—and kneel in front of him.  It’s a tiny dick. I take him in my mouth.
    “You shouldn’t do that, I’m so close…”
    And he fills my mouth with rather bitter cum.
    *
    I get another guy off, sitting in the cock sucker seat on the straight side.  Nothing special—but more fun than just stroking.
    I take a swig from my water bottle, rinsing his cum out of my mouth.  A chunky younger man arrives.   He’s likely 30-35, African American.  Medium height.  And horny.  His fully engorged cock is out the moment he sees me. 
    I suck it for a moment.
    He sucks me as I sit there.
    “Let’s go into a booth.  The ones right out here.”
    I nod.  And follow.  It’s the same booth as with the ‘first timer.’  I open my pants back up.  We exchange blow jobs again.
    “I bottom, too.  You top with that thing?”
    “Sure.”
    “Fuck me bare—but I want your load in my mouth.”
    This time I can rim.  The cheeks are thick and furry.  I pull them apart.  He helps me with his free hand.  I dive in.  His hole pulses round my invading tongue.  Oh, yeah.  He wants me.  Now.  I pull his thick meat back between his legs and get my mouth on his drooling head.  I noisily slurp the pre-cum off his glans—and stick his juices into his ass.
    He groans.  “Fuck me.”
    I stand up.
    I have to work to get into him—but just a little.  When I bottom out, my pubes smashed against his full ass cheeks, he sighs.  “So good…”
    I grunt, hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  His big hand finds his thick, curved cock.  He has a cock that likely makes him a top more often than he might want to be.  Tonight he is my bottom—and he is muttering, whispering, urging me on to fuck him good.  I can hear his cock juicing up his hand.
    “I want your cum,” he hisses.  “Let me taste it.”
    I have had a lot play tonight—and I am more than ready to give him what he wants. 
    I fuck a little more, slap him on the ass and bark “Now.”
    He swivels, pulling out of me and going to his knees.  I stroke my cock—and splatter his upturned face with a full load.  On his tongue, on his cheeks, just below his eye, more in his mouth as he swallows the first spurts.
    He licks up as much as his tongue can reach.  I give him my wilting cock to clean, but it’s too sensitive.  I love the whiteness of my load on his deep brown complexion.
    “Any time,” he tells me, accepting the clean napkin from my pocket.
    I nod, in total agreement…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "First Time. Never with a Man..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 25, 2022
  21. FelchingPisser

    A Super Super Bowl Sunday

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—February, 2022
    After the less than stellar bookstore experience, I was still horned.  I decided it was time to go back to my usual stomping grounds slightly closer to home.  It was now Super Bowl Sunday—I was intrigued to see who wasn’t a sports fan…
     
    The place is busy.  Lots of men in and out of the two video rooms.  The porn is exceptionally good on the gay side.  A Lucas Entertainment daddy epic.  My cock drools as mouths on screen suck the cock fresh from the perfect ass it was fucking.
    Many men have looked in.  But now one sits across from me.  I think I recognize him, but he has still opted to wear a mask, so I’m not sure.  He has the body of a former football player.  He now likely late 30’s—but I am no longer a good judge on ages.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  We watch the film.  It takes no time before he is groping himself.  Soon enough he unzips and he takes out his bigger than average cock.  It looks very black against his white t-shirt.
    We stroke to the two daddies using a young man.  There is rarely a moment the kid onscreen does not have two big dicks in him.  One way or another.  His moans are hot—not annoying.
    Finally my theatre companion turns to me.  “Will you suck me?  I love your mouth.”
    So I do know him.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take him down easily.  He is longer than usual, but not particularly thick.  He also has a curve that perfectly fits my throat.  He lets me do all my tricks of tongue and playing with suction—but will then hold me still to fuck my throat.
    He finally stops me with “I don’t want to cum too fast.” 
    He does himself up and he must get off in the arcade for I don’t see him again.
    I check in next door.  A straight couple is watching the porn.  His hand is under her short skirt; her hand totally covers a very small cock.  There are at least eight men in the room before me.  They just know they are going to get a game day blow job—and soon enough the guy starts choosing men for his partner to service.
    A man next to me, who has his dick in his hand, reaches out and strokes my dick—unusual when there is a woman present.  He goes to his knees in front of me, but still continues with just his hand.  Stroking. 
    And whispering:  “Do you like women?  My wife would love your cock.  Sooo thick.  She’s cute—not like her.”  He tosses the woman in the room a look of contempt.  (He’s right, but I say nothing.)  “I want to see my wife suck you—and watch you fuck her.  And fill her with your cum.”
    I lean forward and whisper:  “Which you’d eat out?”
    And the guy shoots on the spot.  All over the floor between my boots.  He promises to look for me to make his fantasy a reality. 
    (I have never seen him again.)
    The man offers me his woman.  I smile and decline. 
    She gets four men off (all over her breasts and mouth) before they leave.
    A bearded guy, who stayed well behind the couple, has been watching me.  He comes toward me now.  He is tall and thin.  He unzips, revealing he is built like me all over.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.  My cock is dripping and he is leaving me with gobs of slick spittle all over my shaft and balls.  Fuck—the joy of a beard on your balls…
    He deep throats me effortlessly at first.  Over and over again.
    He goes to lick my balls—and under them—without being told.
    He come back up and begins for the load in earnest.  I think it might happen—but the moment I think it, my orgasm recedes.  He is going at a terrific pace—and can’t possible prolong it.  He finally pulls off me, winded.
    “I tried…” he mumbles.
    I tell him I take forever and not to take it personally and that I loved what he was doing.  He stands up, rather shakily—his rampant dick is right in front of me.  I take it in my mouth.  He sighs out a “Yesssss….”
    I go to my knees.  I suck his big cock.  Trying to give him the exact pleasure he gave me.  I pull his pants down and play with his very hairy ass as my mouth remains all over his erection.  A finger grazes his hole.  He pulls his cheeks apart in invitation.  My third finger invades.
    He gasps and squirms—pushing my long middle finger deep into his guts.  He bucks back on it—and erupts into my mouth.  He holds my head in place—as if I would even think of pulling off him.
    I clean him up with my tongue.  Every drop.  He thanks me.  He lingers like he might want to give me his number, but then takes off quickly.  I wish I had offered mine…
    A long lull.  I think of leaving.  I go watch most of the Lucas film instead.
    I check the straight side after the movie ends.  I have been jerking to it long enough that likely any one could get me off now.
    I sit in the back row—in the cocksucker seat.  Where men can stand against the back wall and turn to the person seated and be perfectly lined up.
    I don’t wait long.  A graying Daddy arrives and whips up a seven incher. 
    He strokes.
    He turns.
    I suck.
    I stop stroking I am so close.
    “Ah, fuck…” he hisses and explodes in my mouth.
    And I blast off right along with him.
     
    The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Super Super Bowl Sunday (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 22, 2022
  22. FelchingPisser

    The Next Week at the Bookstore

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bad Sex
    Jackson—February, 2022
    I had such a good time on the Saturday (of the last three posts!!) I went back on the following Friday…
     
    I pull into the lot.  There are enough cars to make my dick jump.  I go in, pay and wander the lounge.  There are three men here.  Everyone one else must be downstairs in the arcade.  I pass by the man who has fallen asleep in the straight area, nod at the guy in the Trans area and sit down across from a man who is stroking in the gay area.  He is about my age, in good shape and has a cock that is every bit as big as mine.  I get mine out and stroke it to full hardness.
    In moments he is on his knees and sucking me.  It feels good, but it is nothing special.  I suggest he lick my balls, but he ignores me.  The guy from the Trans room wanders in.  He takes out his cock and plays with it as he watches the blow job in progress.  My hand goes out in an offer to help him, but he moves farther away from me.
    The man from the straight area wanders in.  My cocksucker sees him and is instantly on his feet.   He steps away from me and looks quickly at the screen.  The guy stroking hides his dick, too.  I don’t care. 
    The new arrival looks at all three of us, shrugs and leaves.  The stroker follows him.  My sucker offers me his cock.  I suck him.  His dick is cold.  Really cold.  Has he has used something for lube which is causing it?  It is rock hard, so then I wonder if Tri-Mix causes this condition.  But it is unsettling to have something a few degrees warmer than a Popsicle in my mouth. 
    He seems to tire of me, just as I’m about to say I need a break.  He goes downstairs and I don’t see again.  Or anyone new.  I give it an hour and go home. 
    You just never know from one week to the next…
    And so I went home to where dinner was thawing…
     
    The original, with dinner, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Next Week at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 19, 2022
     
    I have had guys ask me why I document these trips.   Well, I have more than my share of great sex.  This keeps it all in perspective!  
  23. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—February, 2022
    This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…” and is the finale.
     
    I take a break and walk around the lounge.  Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch.  I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive.  I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in.  I circle the lounge and end up in the gay end.
    The first thing I see is the Marathoner on his hands and knees.  He is giving head to an older man with longer gray hair.  I have seen the Marathoner suck cock before, but it’s not something I think of him doing.  Everyone wants his big tool, so he gives it to them.  Or not.  He has sucked me, but for maybe 45 seconds before grinding his ass in my face.  Here he is acting like a bitch in heat.  He is doing everything he can think of, with his mouth and hands, to get this man off.
    I enjoy watching him.  The Marathoner senses something, looks up and sees me.  He is flustered.  He makes some mumbled excuse to the man—and takes off, cramming his own meaty schlong back in his pants.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.  Damn…
    I go back into the alcove and stroke.  I hear sex happening behind me.  I turn.  The guy the Marathoner was sucking is now sucking two men standing before him on the couch—from which he’s never moved.  I watch him go back and forth on the two guys.  I focus back on the porn.  An older man steps from the shadows in the far corner next to the screen.  I have seen him here before—he is very sub.  He nods at me.  His hands go behind his back and he kneels in front of me.  I let him work on me until his knees give out.  He goes in search of a man who will give him cum.
     “This place is wild today.”  It’s the Long Haired Guy the Marathoner was sucking.  He comes into the alcove.  “Nice!” he says, seeing my wet cock.  He sucks me enthusiastically, if not well.  When another man comes in and sits on the chair to my left, my new sucker goes to him.  And that’s just fine.
    Around the corner clomps another white man in his 40’s dressed up in feminine attire.  No wig.  Just a mini-dress in neon green.  It is a fishnet weave that comes halfway down his thigh.  He has an electric pink thong covering his crotch which you can see with the large weave of the dress over it.
    I sigh.  I’ve done my CD moment for the day.
    “Fuck, that’s a hot cock.”  She hikes up the dress, pulls the thong aside and sits on my cock.  She is prelubed.  And dammit, she knows how to use her ass.  She rides me, taking poppers and purring. 
    “Fuck, my legs…”  She gets up.  So do I.  I tell her to lean into the chair.  I fuck her from behind until she begs me to stop or to cum.  I stop.
    She pulls herself together and sashays out of the room.  I go pee and wash up a little…though not for that reason…
    *
    Men are starting to leave.  I find the subby guy, standing against the wall and jerking.  His eyes are shut tight as he tries for an orgasm.  On a whim, I kneel and take his cock in my mouth.  “Oh, Sir…” he mumbles.  And shoots down my throat.
    I go back to the alcove and stroke—afraid that I have waited too long; that I will not find a mouth or ass to use for my load.
    A man walks in.  He might be anywhere from 30 to 40.  Black, his hair cropped close to his head.  He is in work clothes.  And hot.  He sits in the other chair and whips out his dick.
    “Lunch hour,” he tells me.  We stroke in unison.  Then:  “You suck?”
    I nod.  I cross to him and kneel between his legs.  His cock is bigger than average, but not quite as big as mine.  I start with his big balls.  He loves this and tells me so.  I can taste the musk of the work day on him.  It makes my cock drip.  I lick up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth.
    “Damn, you know how to do it…”
    I suck him happily—aware that his now wet balls are tightening.  He’s so close to giving me his load.
    “Wait.  I don’t want to cum yet.”  I pull off him and rock back as he stands.  I tell him to find me when he’s ready.  He thanks me and goes out to the straight porn.  I go back to my chair. 
    I stroke. 
    Back comes my construction guy.   “I need some more of that mouth.”
    I willing give it to him. He stands this time.  I kneel on the floor.  He even fucks my face a little.  His balls tighten again.  I am ready…but again he stops.
    “You’re great—but it’s too soon.”
    “Whenever,” I tell him.
    He goes down to the arcade.
    The lounge is empty save for one man who sits rigidly in front of the straight sex porn, watching intently, never touching himself.
    I go back to my alcove, resolved to stroke one off.
    But I wait, hoping for the construction guy to materialize.
    I hear the door to the lounge open. 
    I really want his load—which will make me blow, too.  I can hear him coming this way.  But it’s not him—It is a cheerful bear cub.  He has a full beard, a great smile and is caring a vaporizer that looks like a cigar.
    “Snap,” he says, pointing at my camouflage pants and then to his own.  He also has some sort of down vest, which he tosses to the floor.  He wastes no time in getting out his dick. 
    We stroke.
    “Daddy—can I suck that thing?”
    “Sure…”
    He comes over, kneels and gives me quite good head. The use of his hand on my shaft and tongue on my balls is really making me ready to blow.  Maybe he feels it, too, for he stops. 
    “Do you fuck?  Id’ really like your cum in my ass.”
    “Let me at it.”
    He gets up and out of his pants.  The Cub leans into the seat of the chair, arching his butt towards me.  It’s a very hairy ass.  I kneel and begin to tongue his ass crack.  He moans---and tells me to eat him out.  I concentrate on his hole.  I am so ready to drop the load I have been edging for at least four hours.  I spit one last time on his open pucker.  I stand up and push the gob into his hole with my dick.  He gives way easily.  I am halfway into him in one push.
    He gasps.
    I slow down for the next half.  He eggs me on—“Breed me, Daddy.  I need cum.  Breed me good.”
    I begin fucking him in earnest.  It’s going to take no time at all. 
    “I’m so close with your big Daddy dick in me.  So close….”
    He is not lying.  I can feel his ass tighten around me.  But it’s what I want, too. 
    “I’m gonna breed you,” I grunt out.
    “Do it.  Breed me good.”
    That does it.  I fire into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold onto him tightly.  I can feel his ass clutch at me again—as he unloads on the chair seat.
    I pull out. 
    He cleans me off.
    And gives me his number…
     
    The original can be found here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Three: "I Need Some More..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 16, 2022.
  24. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—February, 2022
    This picks up immediately after the previous post:
     
    I sit back down and stroke for a bit.  A few men come in to look, but not play.  The next one in is around my age.  He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair.  He looks at me—and begins to strip.  Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks.  He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair.  His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on.  His body has definitely gone soft, plus likely some Covid weight.  His cock is plumped, but not hard.   I take it all in, but I can’t take my eyes off his nipples.  They are huge.  Erect.  And pointing right at me.
    He sits down, and rather listlessly strokes his dick.
    Finally he looks at me—“Would you let me suck that magnificent piece of meat?”
    I stand and walk over.  He reaches up, holding my cock at the base, just looking at it for a moment.  Then he guides me between his lips while his hands go to working his nipples.  He’s good.  I like to use men’s mouths my age or older.  Most of them have decades of technique.  This guy is good—but not quite as good as I hoped.  I knock his hand away from the closest nipple and twist it myself.
    He grunts.  And I swear his sucking improves.  I get the other one in my other hand and tweak it.
    “You can do that as hard as you want,” he tells me, coming up for air.
    I was pretty sure of that, but it’s always good to know.  I twist and squeeze.  He sucks.  His cock stands up all on its own.  I let go of one nipple and grab the back of his head.  I start to fuck his face.  What thumbnail I have is grinding into the swollen flesh of his nipple.  He is whimpering around my cock.  In a good way.
    Suddenly he pulls off me.  I wonder if he’s shot.  His cock is soft again and oozing, but no other load is evident.  He thanks me—and moves to get dressed.  I sit back down.  I love watching his face as the T-shirt goes on and the fabric rubs those over stimulated giant cones on his chest…
    *
    I wander—but come right back to my alcove and chair.  I have managed to catch the eye of a tall, handsome man somewhere in his 40’s.  I sit down—and in moments he comes in, too.  I get out my cock.
    “That’s even bigger than I thought you’d have…” he says softly.  “May I?”
    I nod.
    He unzips himself as he kneels.  “It’s always the tall, skinny guys with the big dicks…”  I can’t disagree.  His mouth connects with my cock. He is fabulous.  I thought that bearded guy from the last trip here was great—but this man could give him lessons. 
    His mouth is wet.  I sigh.
    Active. 
    With a great tongue.  He teases my piss slit and I moan.
    There is just the right amount of suction.
    I actually reach down and unobtrusively twist my balls—so I don’t shoot.
    He pulls off my cock and, without direction, starts licking my swollen, hairy orbs.  It’s his turn to groan.  He stops long enough to say “You’ve been busy—I love the taste of ‘em.”  He goes right back to nuzzling them.  Licking them and only then, pulling them one at a time into his mouth.  Tonguing every wrinkled inch of them.
    “Let me fuck your mouth.”  I stand up—and the hot man takes my place in the chair.  I begin slowly, but when I can see he can take me deep with each stroke, I give it to him.  All of it.  His cock has come out.  He is now beating it as I thrust into him.
    We change back up—me in the chair and him between my splayed legs.  He’s taking me deeper now all on his own.   I close my eyes.  I think I may be giving him a load soon.  Suddenly my face is slapped with a very hard cock.  I turn and it’s the Marathoner.  He feeds me his dick with a grin.  The angle is terrible for me to do much—and made worse by the thickness of his cock.  Handsome man seems to love that I have a dick in my mouth—and seems to have no interest in sharing it with me.  He’s quite content with mine.
    The Marathoner pulls out of me abruptly. He turns and grinds his ass into my face.  My tongue easily finds his hole.  I work him open until my tongue is poking deeply into his once tight pucker.
    Handsome man seems to love this—he is working faster and faster on me.
    And suddenly I know why.  He stands up, I turn and he feeds me his dick just in time to shoot a massive load.   I swallow and I still can’t help but let some run out of my mouth and into my beard.
    The Marathoner pulls up his pants and leaves the room. (He won’t want a mouth full of cum licking his hole.)  Mr. Handsome pulls me up out of the chair and kisses me, licking some of his seed out of my beard.  It’s a hot intimate moment—tuning out the blaring porn and the other men milling around.
     “See you around,” he tells me as he does up his pants, after seeing his cock has been cleaned so well, there are no last drops of cum.  “I want you again.”
    But so in the five weeks since, I have never seen him…
     
    One more installment to come/cum…in a willing ass.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 15, 2022
  25. FelchingPisser
    Jackson—February, 2022
    It was the first weekend of February.  On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens.
     
    I arrive before noon.  The parking lot is fairly full.  I buy my ticket and head into the lounge.  I do my usual tour.  There are men everywhere.  Some are even having sex.  I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room.  There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs.  I sit, unbutton and get myself hard. 
    There is as great vibe in the air today.  Guys are moving around—but they are actually stopping to have sex.  I hear a blow job happening in the bigger room behind me.  I consider going to watch, but a person moves into my room.  I glance up and watch them sit in the other chair.  The first thing I take in is the short pink skirt.  Then the black patterned hose.  Long blonde hair peeks out from under a regular man’s knit snow hat.  A tight black top completes this cross dresser’s ensemble.  His/her face is rugged and very tan with no hint of feminine makeup.
    A man comes in, looks from one to the other of us and leaves.  The person in the other chair reaches down and adjusts the goods under the skirt.  I see a flash of garters.   Now thick, manly fingers are stroking a cock, hidden by the dress; the silky pink fabric wraps around the shaft. 
    “Hello.” 
    I nod in acknowledgement. 
    “I…I’m Joyce.”  The voice is deep.  Joyce’s eyes are riveted to my cock.  I make a of show of letting it go, reaching for my water bottle on the floor and taking a long drink from it—my cock at full attention all the time.
    Joyce looks up from my dick to my face.  Her tongue comes out and licks her unmade up lips. 
    I look at her.  “You want this dick don’t you?”
    Joyce’s hand moves faster.
    I get up, slowly stroking my cock, letting my hand work every inch of it.
    “You want this in your mouth?”
    Joyce nods.
    “Say the words.”
    “I want to suck your cock.”
    “What?”
    “I want to suck your cock.  Please.”
    Our voices have drawn two men to the archway to watch us. 
    I move over, closer to Joyce.  “Open your mouth.”
    Her right hand is going a mile a minute on her cock now—just with the anticipation. 
    My cock slaps her cheek, leaving a tiny patch of cock snot on the tanned cheek.  I notice the very wide, very gold wedding ring on his/her left hand.
    Joyce opens her mouth.  I pull back.  And slap her cheek with my cock once more.  She opens wider.  I relent and stick my cock in her mouth.  Her hand goes crazy down below.  Her cock emerges, a thick seven incher.  Her blow job is adequate.  I take over and fuck her face.
    “This what you wanted?”
    She grunts an affirmative around the mass of cock in her mouth.
    The hotter of the two men in the archway is now openly stroking.
    “Suck me good…and get yourself off,” I mutter. 
    Joyce does.  She is close.
    I hold onto the knit hat and thrust a little deeper.
    Her hand jacks faster yet.
    “Cum on your little pink dress…”
    Joyce groans…and shoots—so strongly her load sails over the skirt and hits her black top.  The whiteness of the jism looks great on the black fabric.  I pull out of her mouth. 
    Joyce is spent.  She nods at me, and pulls herself together.  She picks up a shopping bag, where I can see a pair of overalls.  I watch her wobble down the hall to the bathroom to change back into everyday clothes.
    The hot man who stroked to us, zips up with a “You’re a prev” and takes off.
    Yeah, I am—but one who knows how to make somebody’s fantasy come true…
    *
    There is a lot more to come…
    The man with the eraser nipples
    The tall, dark and handsome cocksucker
    The Marathoner
    The man in the fishnet body stocking
    The bearded boy in camo pants
    Mouths are used and asses filled…
    I will try for a daily chapter…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday One: "You're a [banned word]!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March, 14, 2022

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