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    My Playroom—September, 2022
     
    My faithful readers will certainly remember the young man I christened College Piss Boy.  He came to the playroom three times taking piss down his throat (and all over his body) but especially on his ass (which I licked up) while giving me excellent head between piss loads.  Each time he had taken my load orally, and bemoaned that he had stopped getting fucked with the pandemic.
    “My hole is just too tight.”
    I had to agree that it seemed to be, though it opened nicely with all the tonguing I did to it.
    In the late summer he wanted to change that.  He asked me about toys to stretch his ass.  I suggested a set of graduated butt plugs—and found some on Fort Troff that he liked.  He ordered them and wrote me an enthusiastic text—and then I heard no more.
    Until the last day of the September.  “Daddy, I want your large mancock in my tight pussy.” 
    We texted back and forth all morning.  He couldn’t get away, with work and class, until the night.  The texting was great foreplay, as he kept saying his hole was still too tight, but he needed my cock in it anyway.  And how he thirsty he was….on and on.  Then, he found out his afternoon class was cancelled. He went home to prepare and a few hours later was at my door…
     
    He is always taller than I remember.  I don’t have to lean down at all to kiss him hello.  Tall and thin and hung.  I send him down to the playroom to strip off as I do the same in my bedroom.  I go down the back stairs.  I have a very wet Dick Wadd gangbang playing on the big screen television.  Piss Boy has dressed in Fem/slutty mode:  a lacy crop top, knee high socks and a short skirt that covers his meaty cock stuffed into a cock cage.
    I toss my robe on the chair and lean against the fuck bench.  Piss Boy goes to his knees and begins licking my cock through the jock.   I manage just the tiniest blast of piss—just enough to let him taste it.  He groans and redoubles his efforts.  My cock grows. 
    “Take it out and suck me properly.” 
    He does, taking me to the root the moment the fabric is bunched to the side.  Expertly.  He drags up a load of deep throat spittle as he pulls off me.  I catch the gooey mess and coat my balls with it.  He is right there—licking it up and groaning in the back of his throat.  I nudge him back to my cock.  He tongues just the flared head.  Then it’s down my full length.  I hold his head in place for a mental count of three before I release.  He pulls off sputtering—and happy.  There’s more spittle—which I smear around my cockshaft.
    “I love your cock, Daddy.  It is made for my mouth.”
    I pull him to his feet and look deep in his eyes.  “You still want me to fuck you?”
    His answer is to kneel on the fuck bench.  The skirt bunches around his waist.  “Eat my ass, Daddy.  Make it yours, just like my throat.”  I kneel and eat his ass for a long time.  It is so smooth—so different from most of the men I play with—it is a huge turn on.  I try to piss on his crack, but for the moment the well is dry.  I tongue him some more, stand up and rub my cock down his crack. 
    He shivers. “Go slow.  I know I haven’t stretched enough.”
    I go back to a kneel and work my tongue in.  His hole is flowering open nicely.  I lube up as I eat him out again.  When I stand back up, I let my cockhead rest on his hole.  I lean in slightly and the head begins to disappear.  He gasps and I begin talking to him, telling him I have wanted this from the first time we met.  Distracted, his ass unclenches and lets me in, in a slow single motion.  My hips are grinding against his smooth bubble butt before he realizes it. 
    And then he does: “Oh, fuck!!  I’m so full.”
    I hold.  And then I begin our first fuck.  Slow and gentle.  He is dripping precum through the cage.  I give him a shallow fuck for the first few minutes.  Now I am building fast.  And he can take it.  He even eggs me on: “Ruin my boycunt…harder!”  So I put a foot up on the bench and give him every inch of my cock on every stroke.  “Fuck me!” he croons.
    I pull out.  He knows I am bringing my dick to his mouth.  He eagerly licks me clean, savoring the taste of his ass.  Now I can give him some piss.  He swallows two quick spurts.  A third piss spurt goes on his opened hole.  I lick him clean before I fuck him again.
    More fucking.
    More piss.
    More ATM.  He devours my fuck cock every time I bring it to him.
    We break, lying on the bed.  I am on my back with my legs spread wide.  He is between them—sucking the cock that has just given his ass so much pleasure.  Cock.  Balls.  Back and forth.
    “Swing around and let me eat your ass as you suck me this way around.”
    It’s a great fit.  My cock fills his throat and his now fucked hole is right in my face.  We happily use our tongues, lips and mouths on each other, until we both want to fuck again. 
    We move to the sling.  It’s an easy entry at this point.  His hole is mine for the night.  I plow him until I’m breathless.  I catch my breath by lying in the sling and letting him lick my balls.  I am able to give him some piss, too.  It shoots up and rains down on my hairy balls.  With a moan, he slurps it up until they are piss free.
    I set up the rimseat by the edge of the bed, but get him back in the sling first.  I fuck him.  Harder now.
    “Do you want some piss in your ass?”
    “Yes, Daddy…Please…” he pants.
    I let fly.  I can’t tell how full I am filling him.  I fuck, churning it for a moment.  We both love the sloshing sounds in his gut.
    “Rimseat.”
    I get under and he sits down.  My piss dribbles out of his ass and into my mouth.  He is moaning and his caged cock is dripping onto my chest.
    “This feels so dirty,” he murmurs.  “So right…”
    I expect a gush of piss, but I don’t get it.  I just give him a great rimming as I jerk myself.  Suddenly, he springs off me, His mouth is on my cock.  I grunt and can’t believe I’m about to shoot.  But I do.  Over and over.  Piss Boy takes every drop of my cum as I squirm, trapped in place...
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 26, 2022
  2. FelchingPisser

    "Swallow My Cum, Stud"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—September, 2022
     
    I wanted a change.  It was Saturday, so I decided to pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those viewing areas of different types of porn.  When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot.  It was still before noon, I figured.  And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of men anyway.  I parked and went in.
     
    There is a new price for the lounge.  I have brought in exact change—so I need to go back to the car for more.  I sigh—but go back, pay and go in.  Well, well.  They have actually been working on the place.  The lounge, many years ago, was a strip club.  There have always been remnants of that era:  the stage, tables, the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area  had once been their dressing room. 
    The various nooks created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn, are gone.  So is the stage.  Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in the back walls.  Steps and a platform run behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the booth.  A covered slurp ramp, if you will.  More makeshift cubicles are opposite the booths.  They are made of cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy.  The televisions are mounted around the end of the room that used to be the Trans area.  Some are high on the walls, others are on tables.  The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are looking at.  There are chairs and couches to sit and view them all.
    I continue my tour in the other direction.  I pass the unused glassed walled shower where strippers once showed off.  It’s a storage space now.  I pass the men’s bathroom, no change there.  The women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new sofas and chair and better porn.  At the end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space.  It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam table.  Are folks really going to get naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups?  I can only hope that this crowd is brave enough.
    I sit in the new gay area and stroke.  I am soon joined by a man I vaguely recognize.  I figure out where I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground this year. He hauls out his cock, too.  We chat about the new playspace here.  He is not impressed.
    Eventually we trade blow jobs.  He has a nice cock and an adequate mouth.  It’s all pleasant friction, not explosive in the least.  He’s making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade.
    I hear movement in the corridor.  The swish of nylon rubbing together.  I look over at the open door and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble by.  She nods to me and goes to the new Trans room.  I stroke a little more, zip up and see who else has arrived.  It is sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side screens.  I go up the steps and try to feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the booths.  Two are too low for my long legs, but the third feels comfortable.  I make a mental note for another day.
    I go down the hall and find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room.  Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair.  I stick my dick in her face.  Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep throat saliva.  I begin to face fuck.  Demandingly.  She grunts out her pleasure.  In moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth.  He spits the cum on the floor.
    They both take off. 
    I stroke, back in the gay area.
    Lunch in my car.
    I go back in.  More men have arrived, but not many.  A silver haired daddy is standing and stroking to the side-by-side screens.  He had a thick, veiny dick.  I sit near him, hauling out my dick and begin stroking.  First, he looks at me and then away.  Then I do the same.  Finally, he moves another step towards me.  “Do you suck cock?”
    I smile at him and go to my knees.  It’s a pleasure to suck this beauty.  He makes appreciative grunts and holds onto my shoulders.  Suddenly his grip tightens.  He blasts a load straight into my throat.  Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble.  I clean him up.  “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he murmurs.  “If I ever feel brave enough.”
    I smile at him again.  And lick up the drop of cum that has just appeared in his ample piss slit…
    *
    A man in his 40’s is watching straight bondage porn on a small screen.  He notices me looking at him.  He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps behind the glory hole booths.  I can’t believe it.  I step into the booth.  His cock is there, long and hooded with foreskin.  I sit on the little hassock provided and suck his dick.  He groans and seems really into it.  My tongue gets under his hood and he moans.  I think I have an easy load.
    But suddenly the main door opens.  No one entering can possibly see him, but he freaks out.  He pulls away, zips up and all but runs out of the lounge…
    *
    In the gay room I find a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock.  It’s his semi parked out back.  He has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself.  He nods his head at me and spreads his legs, inviting me to get to work.  I kneel and suck.  He is a great precummer.  And a moaner.  Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how good it fells.
    He groans again and looks down at my cock, twice the size of his.  He is fascinated.  He reaches down and touches me.  “Let me suck that thing.” 
    I stand up.  He takes me tentatively in his mouth.  He figures out how to cover his teeth.  I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping even more precum.  He groans—and I know he’s going to blow.  I am torn to keep my dick in his mouth or to take his load. 
    He decides for me.  He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow my cum, stud.”  I go to my knees and am able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow My Cum, Stud" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 23, 2022
  3. FelchingPisser

    "You Swallow, Man?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2022
     
    A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more.  I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore.  I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month…
     
    I open the door of the straight theatre.  Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees.  I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need.  There are more men here, but they aren’t in action.  Yet.  I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking.  In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen.  I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in.
    I sit and open my fly.  As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster.  The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip.  He has a nice thin seven incher.  He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head.  From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet.  The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges.  He sees me and makes right for me.  His cock is out and swinging.  He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch.  It doesn’t take long.  He erupts again, never getting hard.
    I look at Seven Incher.  He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him.  He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat.  He has an awesome foreskin.  My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth.  He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves.  The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy.  He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick.
    I stroke alone.
    A cute, blond cub comes in.  He looks familiar.  “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks.
    I do.  And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before.  He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone.  I zip up and follow.
    “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks.  Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass.
    I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave.  I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. 
    He gives me some excellent head. 
    “Remember my balls,” I sigh.
    He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire.
    I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack.  Fuck!  He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play.
    “You gonna fuck me this time?”
    “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack.  I come up for air.  “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy.
    “Every inch.”
    I get his hole wetter yet.  He leans forward, braced on the seat.  I stand up and slide in.  He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices.  He takes my full length on the first try.  He groans and hits his poppers.  With the cap back on, I begin to pump him.  His hand reaches for his cock.  I fuck into him faster.
    A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth.  He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags.
    I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot.  He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight.
    *
    A lull.
    I watch the gay video and stroke.
    A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in.  He is gym built underneath his work clothes.  Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out.  He’s thick—plumped, but not hard.
    “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks.
    “I can be…”
    He gets up and brings me his cock.  His pants drop to his ankles.  His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls.  His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin.  As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole.  It brushes across it.  His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches.  Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock.  I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down.
    He sighs, “So good.  Suck me just like that.”
    My finger grazes his asshole again.  His cock spews out a wad of precum.  My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again.
    The man grabs my ears and fucks my face.  He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in.  He is reaching the point of no return.
    “You swallow, man?”
    I grunt an affirmative.  My finger finds his pucker.  It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him.
    “Shit, yes!  Take my load, man.  Take it!”
    I have to swallow fast.  It’s huge.  And doesn’t stop.  Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue.  He lets me clean him off.  Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go.  I get every drop off him before I release my hold.  He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes.
    “That was hot.”  It’s the guy who came in.  He is around my age, tall and thin.  He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job.  “It looks like you need to get off.”
    I nod.  He hands me his poppers.  I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them.  He takes a hit himself.  But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth.  He fucks my face.
    “Here it comes.  Argh!” 
    He shoots.  He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth.  The poppers do their work on me.  I erupt.  Spurt after spurt..
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October, 17, 2022
  4. FelchingPisser

    Inspired By the Porn

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—September, 2022
    I has a work project near Indy, and I didn’t have any sex for the two full weeks.  There was simply no time.  The day I got home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load.  I checked to see how my area of Michigan was faring with the new Mpox health emergency.  There were no cases in my county.  Not foolproof, but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination mature.  I went to my usual bookstore—where men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities. 
    The parking lot was not crowded, but…
     
    I check the straight cinema, as I always do, first.  No one.  Of interest.  I go into the gay theatre.   A cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company.  He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted.
    I unbutton and pull out my stiffening cock.  The Cub takes note.  He gropes himself harder.  Another man, just under my age, comes in.  He nods to the two of us and sits across from me.  I am at an angle against the side wall so that both men can see me easily.  The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger than average cock.  We stroke and grope.  Watching the movie.  Watching each other.
    A wonderfully messy (and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen.  It is lapped up by the top.  We all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth of the eager man he’s just fucked.  This makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock.  The next scene on screen is a threeway.  The Cub stands up and looks at me.  I spread my legs.  Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels to the side.  I think this will be an awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong.  He is an expert cock sucker.  He takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on purpose and comes up for air before doing it again.
    Now he’s moved to my balls with no urging from me.  I sigh.  This guy is good.  He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious.  His tongue action is making me squirm.  I would love to give him my load.  But I’m not there yet.
    Back to my cock head he goes.  His tongue roots around in my piss slit.  He moans each time he gets a drop of precum.  His mouth now covers the whole helmet.  Down he goes, choking himself on my shaft.  Over and over.
    Finally, he stands up, apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor.  I turn to him and his drooling cock is right at my eye level.  I take it in my mouth.
    “Oh, no!  I’ll…”
    He starts spurting before he can even finish the sentence.  I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he zips up and leaves. 
    “That was super hot.”
    It’s the third man, with the above average dick.  He stands up and comes over to me.  I wait to see it he wants to give or get or both.  He starts with his dick in my mouth.  From super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast.  But the guy has jerked himself way too much.  He fires off his load in no time at all. 
    He sighs contentedly and lets me get every drop.  He too zips up and leaves.
    I watch the movie, glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone.
    I hear the door.  I make no move to cover my cock.  A man, a little older than I, a regular, comes in.  His head is shaved and he is in decent shape for older men around here.  His face lights up when he sees me.
    “You’ve sucked me before,” he chortles.
    I nod.  He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still sit on the chair.  Work as I might, he never gets hard.  But he is sighing as if I am doing everything right.  I hear the door.  It is a man who I often see him with—a friend or boyfriend.  I don’t care which, for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth.
    “Take it.  Take my cum…”
    And his flaccid cock spasms in my mouth and gives me a huge load.  Between the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock sucker.  He chokes on my load, but manages to swallows every drop…
     
    The original, and over 1000 other entries, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Inspired By the Porn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 14, 2022
  5. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—September, 2022
     
    I got a message from the scent pig I usually play with in Chicago.  He was visiting relatives out of state and wondered if I would be home at the top of the month.  “I want to visit my other Daddy, too.”   I agreed he should come to Michigan.
    He arrived, tired of driving (but excited) and jumped in the shower.  Zane is a very hairy otter.  He must be approaching 30 now. (Half my age…I really could be his daddy…)  He’s bearded and as handsome as ever.  I undressed while he was in the bathroom and slipped on the most stained jock in my collection.  I added boots, of course.  We went downstairs, with Zane still slightly damp…
     
    “Oh, fuck…” he mumbles.
    We are standing in front of the fuck bench and we are 69ing on each other’s pits.  My left arm is up for his mouth and he does the same for me.  He may have showered, but the excitement of sex is making him just begin to sweat in the warm-on-purpose room.  His tongue is busy in my pit and, without saying anything, we go for a kiss at the same moment.  Tongues swab mouths and are sucked.  We reverse our arms.  Pits are cleaned and we shared the slightly acrid taste of each other in another kiss.
    “Lie down.”  I point to the bed.  “On your back.”  His legs go instinctively up in the air.  I kneel and let my tongue play up and down his hairy crack before I go for the hole.  I burrow in and Zane moans. 
    “Eat me, daddy.”
    This makes me work harder.  Soon I take the taste of his hole up to his mouth.  It’s a longer kiss.  More intense.  We are both painfully erect. 
    Zane moves to the fuck bench.  I spend a little more time eating his hole.  I love how much deeper I can get here on the bench with a more natural spread of his ass. 
    “Fuck me…”
    I stand up, my cock drooling.  I smear the precum on his saliva filled hole.  My cockhead disappears.  He pushes back and takes half of my shaft.  He gasps—and I slowly go in the rest of the way. 
    “So full…”
    I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  He catches me looking into the mirror in front of us.  Our eyes meet and he grins.  It’s the same grin I saw years ago, right after he cleaned my cock after a very busy CumUnion party.  That grin makes me pick up the speed of the fuck.  I plow him hard and fast. 
    “Let me taste it, Daddy.”
    I pull out of his ass and bring my cock around to him.  He devours it.  I fuck his mouth a little before fucking his ass a second time…
    *
    I am in the sling.  Zane is licking my ass and jerking his cock.  At one point, he stands up and slides his shaft up and down my ridiculously wet crack. 
    “Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again.
    He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just goes back to eating my hole.
    Soon, we switch.  I eat his fucked-out ass just as hungrily.  And I fuck him again.  Hard and fast.  His eyes glued to the mirror above us.
    I get him up and fasten the wrist restraints to him.  Right and then left.  I let the back of the sling down and snap his wrists together and then up to the middle of the sling frame.  He knows to arch his back and present me with his hairy butt.  “Your ass, Daddy.  To fuck all you want.”  I slip the blindfold on him, too.
    I eat his ass in this position.  I move around and briefly suck his raging cock, which is poking out from the side of his jock.  I go back and spit one last time on his hole.  I stand and push into him.  A little rough.  “Your hole…” he whimpers.
    I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  The sling frame creaks.  I fuck him until I am on the verge of orgasm.  But I want more of him—so I stop.
    I pull out and slap his upturned ass with my cock.  I slip back in and again fuck him until I’m on the brink. 
     
    PIC
     
    I stop myself and we move to the rimseat.  I go under first.  I want to taste my handiwork on his ass.  He is incredibly juicy now.  He moans as he lets me feast on his puffy, abused hole.
    “I want yours now.”
    We switch.  He goes under the seat and I sit down.  He eats me out, moaning in the back of this throat.  Suddenly his hand comes up, handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  His tongue slices into me.  I babble about how good it feels.  Time stands still for those 30 seconds or so that seem like long, delicious minutes.
    Zane re-surfaces.  We are both ready for the breeding. 
    “Where do you want to be?” I ask, looking at the various options.
    “Sling,” he chooses.  “I want to be able to watch you in the mirror.”
    I lick his hole briefly.
    I slide in.
    I fuck.
    Hard.
    Zane jerks along with me.
    With a roar, I shoot.  Big.  It’s been days since I’ve gotten off.  That’s his cue—he explodes.  Huge globs of white jizz all over his fur.  
    I lick some of it up.  And feed him some from my tongue.
    Only then do I offer my dripping cock to his begging mouth…
     
    The original, with a pic of him fastened to the sling frame, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig comes to Michigan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com):  October 9, 2022
  6. FelchingPisser

    From Trio to Quartet

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    North of Home—August, 2022
    I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight.  The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy.  We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn.  This time, they wanted just me.  I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week.
    Tim greeted me at the door.  We hugged.  He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad.  (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.)  We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat.  They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks.  I got down to a cleanish jock and boots….
     
    Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees.  He starts sucking tall, thin Brad.  Brad’s cock instantly swells in size.  I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest.  Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit.  His mouth engulfs me as I groan.  Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick.
    Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock.  I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft.  When Tim stands, I move to his dick.  Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever.
    “Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim.  He does as he’s told, on all fours, his thick ass waiting for us.  I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad.  Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned.  He fucks Tim hard.  I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out.  I stand up and take a turn fucking.  Just as hard.  I love the sound of our flesh slapping together.  Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out.  I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim.  We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy.
    Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.”  This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds.  In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it.
    “Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.”
    Brad gets under the rimseat.  I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time.  Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock.  I groan out encouragement.  In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open.  At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick.  Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass.  Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum.
    We reposition.  I go under the seat.  I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me.  Eventually they reverse.  I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine.  He is groaning.
    There is a pounding on the front door.  “Ignore it.  They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim.  It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing.  And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs.  He’s remembered the key code to their front door.  The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. 
    “I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces.
    Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare.  I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues.  The couple had been getting updates from his mother.  The news is not inducive to a great fuck.
    When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs.  All three of us rotate on his ass.  First on the bed, then in the sling
    *
    Tim pulls me aside.  “I want you to piss on me.”  Another first.  We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch.  I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack.  The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips.  I lick it up.  The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him.  He wants both.  He gets on his knees.  A splash goes into his mouth.  The rest cascades over his chest and cock.  He strokes himself furiously as I cover him.
    The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one.  He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs.  About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm.  Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass.  I go over.  Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock.  He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass.  There is a lot of cum in there.  I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him.  But Hot Tats is done.  He goes down to shower.  Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. 
    This leaves Brad and I alone.  And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here.   The rimming.  The piss….”
    I nod.
    “And now I really want you to fuck me.”
    I am slightly surprised.  And, on the other hand, not at all.  In groups he has been all top.  Always.  He has let my tongue invade him a few times.  And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it.
    He gets up on the bed, on his back.  I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out.  The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him.  I stand up and my head slips in.  He hits the poppers.  I inch into him.  He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck.
    “You’d relax more in the sling.”
    He agrees.  We move over to it.  I eat him out again.  I stand and get my cock head into him.  I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery.  Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him.  He looks up in the mirror above him and pants.  I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time.
    Eventually, Brad asks for a time out.  At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home.  He is up and stripped again in moments. 
    Brad lies on the bed.  “Breed my boy while I watch.”
    Tim is all smiles at this.  We choose the fuck bench.  I eat his ass as he strokes himself.  I am so ready to explode.  I fuck him.  And the feeling immediately ebbs.  I eat his hole again.  Once again, I’m on the edge.  I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes.  I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time.  I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time.  I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: From Trio to Quartet (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 6, 2022
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    At Least the Porn Was Good

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—August, 2022
    It was a Sunday afternoon.  I thought I had a fuck bud coming over.  He cancelled.  But I was still horned.  I went to the bookstore nearest me.  I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news.  I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing…
     
    The straight side is all but empty.  And the movie is adequate at best.  I go around to the gay theater.  As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner.  I murmur a “sorry” and sit down.  The movie is good here.  One of the SkynMen orgies.  I stroke.
    I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex.  They are just talking.  In hushed tones, but ones that really carry.  I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…”  On and on.
    Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other.
    I am alone.  With good porn and a hard cock.
    I stroke.
    The door opens.  A man in a surgical mask enters.  He is a guy I often see here with his partner.  He is alone today.  He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. 
    Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head.  I am fine with it.  His mouth is pleasant if not exciting.
    His knees tire fast and he disappears.
    The good porn ends explosively.  Not so much for me.  The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it.  I button up and check in next door.  The porn here is better now.  There is one other man watching, way down front.  I sit in the back and stroke more.
    *
    I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces.  I decide to investigate.  A threesome is in progress.  A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two.  He is new to me.  In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here.  In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place.  The top’s pants are around his ankles.  He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican.
    I pull out my dick.  The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am.
    Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth.  I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock.  I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him.
    It is all over in minutes.  The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass.
    In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor.  He is out of it.  High on something.  He doesn’t even notice I’m there.  Which makes my escape that much easier…
     
    Did this even need to be written?  Maybe not, but just keeping it real… 
     
    The orginal, with comments, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: At Least the Porn was Good (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 29, 2022
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    My Playroom—August, 2022
    The sling was still in the duffel bag from going to Ross’ house.  The moment that I heard Dave was on the road to my place, I went downstairs and set it up.  Naked.  (And taking this picture, which I rather like.) 
    PIC
    I put the towels under the equipment.  All while tanking up for a wet session.
    Dave had cancelled the other week with some sort of home emergency.  I had already been to the bookstore to harvest some extra cum.  A condom, with the lone load I could tease out of a dick on that trip, was still in the freezer.  Next to it was a second frozen load I had recently whacked out to some new porn.  I wanted both of them up Dave—and knew he’d want them, too.  For regular lube, I melted the coconut oil and got it downstairs.  All while thinking what I might do to Dave’s ass…
     
    Dave is downstairs.  I strip up in my bedroom and go down in my jock and boots.  He kneels as I walk in the room, right at the foot of the fuck bench. 
    “You want this cock?”
    It’s rhetorical.  He is already mouthing the jock pouch, grunting and murmuring about how it smells of sex and piss.  My dick is soon down his throat.  He takes me to the root, choking, to get some deep throat spittle on my cock.  When my dick is wet and slippery, I tell him to get on the bench.  He moves in place.  I find the coconut oil and then kneel behind his full ass.  My tongue finds his hole and drills into him.  It flowers open at my touch.  I smear some of his spittle on it and poke it into place with my tongue.  I grease my dick as I eat him out, spitting more and more of our combined spit into him.
    I stand.  I slide in.  Relentlessly.  Until I bottom out.  Dave pants.  But he takes it.  He even gives me a “Fuck, yeah!” as he feels my tangle of pubes grind against his hole.  I begin a languid fuck stroke.  Slow and easy.  I drool some more spit down onto my engorged cock.  I watch it disappear into Dave’s hungry ass. 
    I pull out.  “Clean me,” I tell him as I move to his mouth.  I love the bench for going from one hole to the other.  He cleans me ravenously, catching sight of himself in the mirror.  For just a millisecond he pauses to really see his mouth stretched wide cleaning the cock straight from his ass.  He grunts and goes back to giving me expert oral service.
    I move around and go up his hole—now with just his spittle as lube.  There is little difference as his ass is making lube to help with the intruder.  Suddenly my left leg goes up in front of his left knee.  I continue the fuck.
    “Damn, that’s deeper,” he groans.
    And it is.  Wonderfully so.  I work it slowly until his second hole opens for my flaring cock head.  Now I pick up speed until he is moaning in time with my thrusts…
    *
    I adjust the stirrups on the sling chain to give him a more comfortable angle for his legs.  I kneel and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole.   Eventually I stand and fuck him some more.  I give him the chance to taste his ass on my dick, though it is not as easy here as on the bench.  But he wants it—and contorts his body around to clean me of his ass jizz.
    I fuck him some more.  I piss on his ass crack—letting some pool inside him.   I fuck it deeper.  And then kneel to eat it out.  I go back in and fuck him.  Then I pause, staying deep inside of him.  “Feel like eating my ass?”
    He does.  We change places.  He sits on the fisting chair and devours my hole.  I do a hit of poppers and let him feast away.  When my head clears, I think hard and splash some piss up in the air.  It lands on my balls and runs down my ass crack.  He licks me clean reveling in the additional flavor.
    “I have some extra loads for you.”
    This stops him mid-lick.  He helps me out and I go find them in the freezer.  He’s already back in the sling and stirrups, all on his own, before I’m back with the two condoms.  “This one is from the bookstore…” I turn the condom inside out right next to his hole and push the frozen hunk of sperm into him. 
    Dave groans.
    “This one is all me.”  I do the same with my bigger load.  My finger follows into his abused ass and pokes them both deeper.  I replace my index finger with my dick.  I feel them already beginning to melt.   I fuck him hard.  I pull out and let him taste the cum on my dick.  He licks up every drop he can find on my cock.
    I go back and kneel to felch a little.  I can’t get much.  But just enough to make my dick even harder.  I fuck Dave hard enough to make the sling frame move in rhythm with me.
    “I want to eat your ass again,” he tells me.  I am fine with that—but suggest the rimseat for variety.  He goes under and I sit on it. His tongue invades—deeper than he’s ever been in me. I give a sharp intake of breath—and then relax. 
    “Take a hit,” he mumbles.  I reach for the poppers.  They do the job—and I begin babbling about how it feels and how deep I am going to breed him.  When I come down from the mists, I know I am actually ready to breed.  I give him a few more minutes of butt licking, before I stand and order him to the bench.
    Once Dave is in place, it’s my turn for a quick lick of his leaking hole.  The frozen cum leaking from him is turning me on even more.  I stand up and fuck him hard.  Almost instantly, I shoot a mini-load, without the full on every-nerve-vibrating feel.  I pull out and lick up the leakage, which is now a steady drip.  I am still hard.  My cock very red.  I rear up and plunge in.  This time I explode with every fiber of my being.  I empty my balls fully into his spasming hole…
     
    The original, along with that picture from the intro, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 2, 2022
  9. FelchingPisser

    So Full

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    North of Me—August, 2022
     
    The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often.  But it never seems to happen.  We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard.  The good news is that the wait is always worth it. 
    In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud…
     
    I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube.  He also has a container of J-Lube.  I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand.  I go into his study to get out of my clothes.  I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots.
    Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees.  I stand in front of him. 
    He inhales.  “Thank you for wearing a used jock.”  He begins to nuzzle the pouch.  My cock escapes to the side.  It’s in his mouth, instantly.  My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth.  He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again.
    “I want to fuck your face.”
    Ross moves up onto the bed.  His head hangs over, his mouth wide.  I slip inside.  I begin a slow pump of his mouth.  He moans as I bottom out deep inside him.  I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes.  I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time.
    “Again!”  Ross mumbles.
    And I repeat the rape of his mouth.  Again and again.
    “Now give me your ass.”
    Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back.  I surprise myself and forego rimming him.  I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole.  He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust.
    When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole.  I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other…
    *
    Ross is in the sling now.  I am eating his ass properly.  He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in.  I want to use him so much more before that happens.
    I stand up and fuck.  Then I add the eggheaded toy.  I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock.  Ross moans, “So full…”  I begin the DP fuck.  Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo.  It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross.  He grunts out how hot it feels.
    Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under.  When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us.
    I take a long swig of water.  I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today.  So I just fuck some more.  Long strokes.  All the way out and all the way in.  Every time.
    The speculum is up next.  A slow crank open.  Lots of finger-on-prostate action.  And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device.  Ross shivers in pleasure.  His mancunt is held wide open.  My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate.  He moans.  Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass.  But I am still not hydrated enough.  I sigh—and fuck.  And eventually crank it shut.
    I grab the ass grommet.  I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil.  I slip it over the shaft of my cock.  It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut.  It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock.  I toss him the poppers for the first time.  Ross takes a hit and I press in.  He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on.  His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy.  I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft.  Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out.  It creates a vacuum sound as I do it.  I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him.  It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt.  I fuck this way a long time.
    Only now do I grease up my hands.  He takes my left with ease.  My right with a little more concentration.  But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily.  Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock.  It slips between my fingers.  I stroke myself deep in his ass.
    I pull out and get my right inside him.  I add my cock.  The angle’s not as good.  I go back to my left.  I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft.  The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way...
    “Do you want me to try a double?”
    Ross nods.
    I go for two hands at the same time.  I get both in, my hands palm to palm.  He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place.  We do this three or four times.  And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud.
    We break.  His hole needs a rest.  We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp.
    But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees.  I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone.  I am within inches of my elbow.
    We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner….
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: So Full (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 27, 2022
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    My Playroom—August, 2022
    We had talked on one of the hookup sites for some time.  Our schedules had never meshed, but suddenly they did.  Declan wanted me to fuck him.  He had had a few experiences with men, but they had all had average to small cocks.  “I want you to show no mercy to me, tie me down if you have to, just make me take your big dick.”
    I learned that Declan is serving his country.  Now he desperately wanted to serve me.  He is a good-looking young man, fast approaching 30.  He is likely around 5’10” and carries some extra weight and a lot of muscle.  I reminded him about clean out as I would be going deeper than the few men who had fucked him previously.  That made him nervous, but he quickly learned how to do it. (Thank you, YouTube!) 
    He arrived on time and was incredibly nervous.  I showed him down to the playroom and told him to strip.  That I would be back.  For some reason, I did not change to my jock and boots like I always do.  I went back down fully dressed.  He was sitting on the bed, looking at the fuck vid on the television screen.  He was not remotely hard…
     
    I stand by the fuck bench.  “Come here.”  I point to the floor between my spread legs.  He kneels there.  “Look at me.”  He looks up and a nervous smile flashes across his face.  I pull his head into the crotch of my faded 501’s.  He gasps and then relaxes.  He nuzzles my cock through the denim.  “Have you sucked cock before?”
    “A couple of times,” he mumbles and all on his own adds, “Sir.”
    “Open my jeans—and get me hard.”  The last part will be easy, I am already growing.  He unbuckles my belt and the three buttons of the fly.  He spreads them open.  My underwear is mounded.  He peals it down, his hands slightly shaky.  He goes for my balls first.  His tongue is thick and wet.  He licks them hungrily.  He works up the shaft and takes the head into his mouth.  He is a little toothy.
    “Cover your teeth.”
    He does and the blow job improves immeasurably.  He is eager one moment, and shy about showing that to me.  Which makes it both hot and endearing. 
    “Lick my balls again.”
    He buries his face there.  I notice his cock is now erect and dripping.
    “Untie my boots.”  He does what he’s told.  I sit on the bed and he pulls them off. I stand up and he helps get the jeans and underwear off.  The shirt follows.   The boots go back on.  I sit on the bed and spread my legs wide.  “Lick under my balls.”
    He’s not expecting this. But he does it.  He like the scent of me under my hairy testicles.  He licks my taint, but certainly makes no move to taste my ass.  I consider telling him to rim me, but decide to save that for another session. 

    “Get on the bench.”  He does.  I have to show him how to move his knees forward to get his ass in the right position.  “Has anyone eaten your ass before?’
    “Sort of…” he starts.  I kneel, pull apart his ample butt cheeks and my tongue pokes into his pucker.  “Fuck!  Not like that…” he moans.  I spit on his hole and drill it into him.  Over and over. 
    He opens his poppers.  “May I take a hit, sir?”
    I grunt out an affirmative sound, never stopping my oral assault of his ass.  He is loosening.  Slowly but surely.  I stand and poke my cockhead against him.  “I’m not fucking you yet, just wiping my precum on your hole.”
    This makes him whimper.  I go back to my knees and push my juices into his ass.  His hole is responding.  I spit one last time and stand up, my dick lubed.
    “You want this cock raw, right?”
    “Yes, Sir.  On PrEP, Sir.”  
    I slap his hole with my cock and begin the entry.  He is damned tight.  He fights a little, pulling away from me.  I hold his hips and work in.  The hole surrenders and takes my head.  He grunts.  And asks for more.  “I can take it, Sir.”
    I inch into him.  One inch.  Two inches.  I fuck him like that, then pull out and eat his ass again.  I stand back up.  He takes four inches this time.  Again I do the shallow fuck before some more tongue.  I am not going to rape his hole as he thought I would have to do.  I want him to want it.  I stand up and insert.  “How does it feel?”
    “Better, Sir.”
    Making him talk and not concentrate on his ass let’s me get three quarters of my dick into him.  I fuck him, using just that much of me.  “Take another popper hit.”
    He does.  I speed up—but don’t go deeper.
    “You licked cock right out of your ass?”
    “Once, Sir.”
    I pull out and bring it to him.  He tentatively opens his mouth and takes me in.  He gives a low moan.  He goes from obeying to licking me ravenously.  He loves the taste of his hole or the depravity or both.  “Leave lots of saliva on it, for I’m going back in.”  As I pull out of his mouth, he drools more spit on my shaft.  I move around and fuck him again with three quarters of my length.
    I make him clean me a second time before we move to the sling.  I get him in place, stirrups adjusted.  He is more comfortable here.  I eat his hole again.  He is starting to self-lube—as protection from the invasion of my cock.  I add more spit.
    I stand and insert.  I am at the same depth, only three quarters inside him.  I hold.  “Take a hit.”  He does.  Instantly, I sink into him.  He gasps.  His eyes roll back.  I begin a slow fuck.
    “That feels so good…” he mumbles.
    I build the speed of the fuck.  Poppers open.  I am soon slamming into him and he is taking it.
    “Yes!” he gasps.  “Fuck me with that big cock.”
    I do.  For a long time.   I pull out and eat his ass again.  I re-lube and begin to enter him.  “Try it with no poppers this time.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    His ass opens and takes me.  I give him a blistering, eyes-rolling-up into-his-head fuck.  I stop only when I need to catch my breath. 
    “That was incredible,” he murmurs.  “I took it.”
    “Without help.”
    I give him a break.  “You ever sit on a rimseat?”
    “No, Sir.”
    I pull it out and spend a long time eating his dripping ass.  He is rock hard now and stroking.  I know I need to cum soon—and I don’t want to waste it jerking here as I swallow his ass juices.
    “Sling time,” I tell him.  He gets up, eagerly.
    “Fuck me hard again,” he begs as I get his legs in place.  “Please.”
    I eat his hole a little more.  I piss on his ass crack which makes him gasp.  He’s mine now to use.  I lick up some piss and push some into his hole.  I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.
    I slow down.  “Popper up, before I breed you.”
    “Yes, Sir.”  He does both nostrils and inhales through his mouth.
    I fuck harder the moment the cap is back on.  “You want my load?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    I pick up more speed.  I can feel my balls tighten.
    “Keep it in you,” I pant.  I am so damn close.
    “All the home,” he grunts out.
    And I’m there.  I spurt into him again and again.
    When I come down from my high, I grab his cock.  I jerk him, with me still filling his ass, rocking my softening dick in his cum filled hole.  He can hear my load squish.  He fires off an enormous amount of jizz—it covers his chest.  Splat after splat.  I mop some up with my hand and taste it.  I mop up more and make him clean my fingers…
    Mission accomplished.
     
    The original, with some pics and great comments by my readers, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Serving His Country and Serving Me (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 24, 2022
  11. FelchingPisser

    Evan's New Toy

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    My Playroom—August, 2022
     
    Evan, who lives out of state and drives in for a night of toy and fist play, wanted to return.  He was Mpx vaxxed, but had not had any play since.  I told him mine was scheduled but hadn’t happened yet.  Trusting each other, something I feel much more comfortable doing with my fisting friends than unknown men just wanting dick, we agreed on the day.  He would arrive late afternoon/evening on a Friday and we would play late into the night. 
    As it turned out, he didn’t get here until the evening, so it was certainly a late-night session.  I was glad I had napped while I waited for his arrival…
     
    I go into the playroom wearing a robe over my jock and boots.  Evan, fresh from the shower and naked but for a black jockstrap, is unpacking some toys he’s brought.  He lays them out on the single bed.  I hang my robe on the door knob and lean against the fuck bench and watch his naked ass.  My cock mounds beneath the fabric.  Evan is short and thin with a shaved head.  He is around my age and keeping in shape. 
    He turns to me and his eyes go to my jock pouch.  “Let me suck that.”  He falls to his knees.  He takes a deep breath before pulling the cloth to one side and swallowing me down.  I erect the rest of the way deep in his throat.  He chokes and backs off.  He spits on my cock, moans and continues sucking me, taking two thirds of the shaft.
    “Leave it good and wet.  I want to smear your spit on your hole.”
    Evan climbs up onto the fuckbench.  I kneel and rim his freshly showered hole.  I stand up and swipe my spit laden cock down his ass crack.  I poke some just inside his pucker.  I go back to rimming and lubing my dick at the same time with some melted coconut oil. 
    I stand up and work my way into his ass.  He tightens down on purpose.  But my cock head won’t be stopped.  I slide home, balls deep. 
    He gasps.  “It’s been too long.  Fuck!”
    I hold and begin the first fuck.  Slow and steady.  Deep, my full length on every stroke.  My pubes grind into his ass lips.  I pull out.
    “Now taste your ass.”  I walk to the front of the bench.  He eagerly cleans me up, sucking all his juices off me.  “Get the balls, too.”  He follows directions and leaves them wet. I go right back to fucking him.  Harder.
    I grab the eggheaded dildo and grease it up.  He has to open wider to take the head, but he does and it pops into place with a satisfying wet sound.  My cock is soon added.  I DP him with the toy and my dick.  And again, I have him clean me up.  I consider making him suck the toy clean, too, but decide to let it go.
    I fuck him again—just my saliva covered cock now—no extra lube on this round.  He groans as I tell him this fact.  His cock is leaking through the jock pouch and dripping to the towel underneath the bench.  
     I pull out again.  He cleans.  I grab the speculum off the toy shelf.  I grease it up and slide it in.  I finger some of his precum into his gaping ass.
     
    PICS
     
    I often use this in the sling—so it feels very different as I slide my cock in with it with him on the bench.  I have always loved to fuck with the stainless-steel walls on either side of me.
    Evan moans “So stretched out…” and then is lost in the sensation and just mumbles. 
    I pull out and crank the medical device just a little wider.  It’s a new feel for both of us as I slide my cock back in. 
    “Use my hole, man…Use me for your pleasure…
    *
    We have moved to the sling. 
    I eat his wet hole.  I fuck it.  I pack it with the medium sized butt plug as I leave him for a moment to really look at the toys he brought.  I take a copper toned, long and slightly bent toy back to the sling with me.  He notices and says “It’s new.”
    PIC of toy
    I nod, go to my knees and work the plug out of his hole.  I grease up my fists and spend a long time alternating my hands inside him before I grease the toy.  I leave my left hand in him and work the head of the toy in, so it slides across my palm that is buried inside him.  I do this repeatedly, letting him take a little more each time.  Then, it is just the toy—all the way to the thickest ripple before the base.
    I pull my thickest black toy.  He’s ready for it now.  He takes all of it—just as if it were the smaller butt plug.
    Another round of my hands.  I give him one hand and four fingers from the other hand repeatedly.  Always sliding smoothly into his hole.
    I add the Ass Grommet over my cock.  It swells my girth to about the same size of a fist. 
    PIC ASS GROM
    I slap his jock pouch with it on, my cock head sticking out of the toy.  He looks up in the mirror and I see his eyes widen.  But he takes me easily.  He loves the stretch and that I can actually fuck with it on my cock.  I plow into him again and again…
    *
    We take a quick break, then it’s back in the sling for a little more cock and a lot more fisting. 
    I grab the chain off the shelf unit.  I rest it just above the pouch of his jock so he can feel the weight of it.  I grease up the links and insert them.  One by one. 
    PIC CHAIN
    And pull them out as slowly as I can.
    I put them in him again.  And this time I fuck over the chain.  We both love the feel of this—I think for a moment I might shoot, but my orgasm quickly recedes.
    Some more hand play. 
    A repeat of his new toy.
    It is now very late. 
    Food sounds better than sex—as he has not had any for almost 12 hours.
    We both call it a night and head up for the casserole I have left to warm in the oven….
     
    The original, with lots of pics, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Evan's New Toy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 21, 2022
  12. FelchingPisser

    "A Dream Come True"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—August, 2022
     
    I went to a bookstore one last time before I decided to back off until after my Mpx vaccination.  The count of cases in all my surrounding counties was still very low.  It was, perhaps, not the best decision, but now, weeks later, it has proved to be fine. 
    I went to the venue where there are numerous screens for different types of porn and some secluded viewing areas.  I packed my lunch to eat later as I wanted to get there in time for lunch hour.
     
    There are very few cars in the lot.  I pay and go into the lounge.  Two men are here.  One I recognize from previous visits.  I settle down in the small room with one of the two gay porn screens.  The movies here rarely change, but they are good enough to get me hard and stroking.  The man I recognize ambles in and sits.  He is my age with a handsome face and a terrific grey beard. We talk as I stroke and he gropes himself through his trousers.  I glance over at him as he tells me about a friend who blows him regularly—but who is away for the summer.  Soon enough we are exchanging oral.  Neither of us want to get off and we know it.  It’s pleasant and a good warm-up.  He zips up, telling me he is going down to the booths in the basement.
    I have now been here around an hour—and suddenly I get the trifecta of cocksucking.  A bearded man of around 45 comes in.  He is still wearing his vest from the road construction project that is happening on the freeway just a mile from here.
    “You suck?” he asks, with no lead up at all.
    He’s hot as fuck.  I go to my knees as he unzips.  I take him in my mouth, still only semi-erect.  He hardens to a nice seven incher.  He’s on lunch break—I can taste the sweat of the morning and it’s a total aphrodisiac to me.  He moans and I think closes his eyes, the way he leans against the wall.  He gives me a load really fast.  He grunts something unintelligible and zips up.
    Still on my knees (and with my tongue making sure there is no cum in my beard) I hear “That was hot.  Do me?”  I turn.  He’s a handsome bear, shaved head but incredibly hairy everywhere else.  He is in an A-shirt and shorts.  He sits in a chair as he drops his shorts to his ankles.  He’s commando.  His thick dick is hardening as I take him in my mouth, though I am still tasting the construction worker.  I suck a long time on this one—before he scoots down in the chair. I know what he needs.  My wet finger finds his hole.  I enter him easily.  He groans out encouragement and his cock swells.  I add a second finger.  They both begin to saw into him. 
    “Fuck!”  Bam.  He shoots a huge load in my mouth. 
    He pants out his thanks as he dresses. 
    I reach for the chair seat to stand.
    “Don’t get up.” 
    This man must have been stroking my sucking and finger fucking of the bear.  I had been too busy to notice him.  He is not remotely handsome. 
    “I don’t want to waste my load.”  He steps toward me.  I am in heat now.  A load is a load.  He gets into my mouth just before he erupts. 
    He sighs.  I swallow.
    Three loads in less than 15 minutes…
    *
    I wait a little while but no else is around.  I go and eat my lunch in the car.  I think about leaving.  Could it really get hotter than what I just did?  But, of course, I go back in—I have seen a lot of men arrive as I sat there.
    A large, younger Black man is in the gay area.  We nod to each other as I sit opposite him.  We both stroke.  I am just about to make my move to join him on the couch when a man his own age beats me to it.  I watch them exchange head.  Someone my age sucks me as I watch.  He stands up when he’s close—and gives me a load.  This excites the two men on the couch in front of me—and the Black guy shoots.
    I get one more load from a man I can’t remember.
    I am now ready to go home.
    A man, 50’s and rather hairy sits next to me.  Soon we are trading blow jobs.  He is not great with his mouth.  To keep away from his teeth I am doing him more than I am letting him suck me.
    “You ever shoot your load on a guy’s face?”
    I grunt an affirmative around his dick in my mouth.  (And I have—but it’s been some time.)
    “I love to watch those videos, but no one has ever done it to me.”
    I grunt, deciding to go for it.  I stand up.  “Suck my dick.”  He does.  I wince and pull out, telling him to lick my balls instead.  He does that really well.
    “You want my load?”
    He moans a ‘yes’ as he keeps on licking my hairy nuts while I stroke.  I’m close now.  I’ll give him what he wants.
    “You want my cum on your face?”
    “Please…”
    I stroke harder.
    “Say the words.”
    “Shoot all over my face.  Please…Sir.”
    That does it.
    “Take it, boy!”
    And I erupt.  The first splash is on his tongue sticking out of his open mouth, the next on his nose, then his cheeks and the last on his neck.  He’s covered.  And his cock is drooling out his own load onto the floor.
    “Jeez…” he groans.  “Thank you.  That was so hot.  A dream come true…”
    A give him a spare napkin and am on my way out the door…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "A Dream Come True" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 16, 2022
  13. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2022
     
    It was good to be home.  I spent a few days busy at getting my life back to my usual routine.  I had a regular, Dave—a man who is all about the fuck (and the load—anyone’s load) lined up for the next week.  I wanted to do some cum harvesting for him.  But I had to think about it.
    As soon as I was home, I had started my calling to try to get the Mpx vax.  The county health department, where I normally go for all my testing, could not help me.  Nor could the gay health center in that county.  Mpx cases in west Michigan were still very low—actually none in the counties around me at that time.
    After much mental debate, I went to the small bookstore nearest me on a Saturday night.
     
    There are a few men in the straight theatre.  None look like they want to do anything but watch the movie.  Or, in the case of the man in the first row, sleep.  I don’t bother to stay and I go next door.
    There are two men here—both my age.  One is a man I know well.  A regular suck and fuck bud—but only in this space.  We have never gone to either of our homes.   He is stroking his cock to the movie.  The other man seems shy.  He watches the other guy and the movie until I sit down and pull out my dick.  Now he watches me.  Exclusively.
    We stroke/watch for a long time.  The guy I know finally comes over and kneels in front of me.  The other man leans forward so he can see the blow job.  I pat the seat of the empty chair next to me, so he can really see.  It takes 10 minutes of the other man blowing me, before the voyeur comes over for a better look.  He watches intently.  I suggest to my bud that he suck my balls so the guy can really see the wet shaft and drooling piss slit.
    He complies—licking them thoroughly.
    “You should suck him,” my cocksucker says, coming up for air.
    The guy shakes his head. 
    “Ok, but it’s a great cock…”  and the guy goes back down on me.
    When he tires, we change places.  I suck the suckers very regulation sized cock.  The guy I know is continually urging the guy to join in.  And then he uses a pet name for the guy—well, well.  It’s his partner.  I always guessed he had one—and here he is.
    I get up and sit down again.  And the partner goes to his knees.  He’s good.  My bud watches just as avidly as his man sucks my cock for the first time.  He urges him on.  The guy seems to love my dick.   He ticks all the boxes of a good cocksucker—suction, wetness, no teeth, deep throat.  And he makes really hot moans and groans as he come up from taking all of me down his throat.
    “There’s enough for both of you,” I say to my regular bud.  He kneels and I suddenly I have two mouths on my cock.  Well, one on my cock and one on my balls.  They have done this before—they are very adept at passing my super hard cock from one mouth to the other with no need of hands.  They seem to really love it.  The man I know is jerking himself as he pleasures either my shaft or my balls. 
    They both come up for air and kiss each other.  “Fuck, yes!” I mumble.  The kiss is cut short by the ‘shy’ one taking me to the root one more time.
    Eventually, I encourage the shy one to get his dick out, too.  I give him the same oral treatment as I did his partner.  We spend the rest of the night trading oral sex between the three of us…no one trying very hard to get cum, as we don’t want to stop…
    I finally call a halt as it’s gotten very late.  I know I am not going to get a load from either of them for Dave’s ass.  I am guessing they are going to go home and fuck like rabbits as they relive sharing me…
    *
    Three days later I visit the same bookstore, but in the afternoon.  I want to try again to find a few loads for Dave’s ass.  There is all of one man here.  A small, skinny, rather mousy looking guy.  He sucks me forever—stroking all the time.  He stands up to shoot.  I get his load in my mouth.  I transfer it to the condom in my pocket…
    The next morning Dave has a home emergency and postpones…
     
    This post, really about keeping it real, was originally posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: "There's Enough for Both of You" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 11, 2022
     
  14. FelchingPisser
    Northern Indiana—August, 2022
     
    I was headed home after my five weeks in Indiana.  Somewhere, along the way, my balls began begging for release.  I veered a little west and decided to stop at the bookstore where on one side of the lobby there are booths with glory holes and on the other a cinema.  I paid, pissed and went to the cinema…
     
    There are two older men in the space.  I sit down on a bench that is against the waist-high wall that runs along the back.  Often the action here is behind the wall, vaguely hidden.  (As if you can’t tell that a man is standing there getting his cock sucked by someone out of sight.)  One man is on a similar bench on the other side of the room.  The other is standing, tentatively, by the curtained entrance.  Neither seem eager for play of any kind.
    The curtains part.  The light skinned Black man I have now met in two different Michigan bookstores is here.  We smile—and actually chuckle a little.  He sits next to me.  He unzips and flops out his darker version of my dick.  I know exactly what I want to do.  I slip to the floor, take him in my mouth and get his cock every bit as hard as mine.
    It’s like a sex alarm has gone off.  Four men come into the room as I suck him.  Each takes his cock out and jacks as they watch us.  My bud finally pulls me off him.  I now sit down on the bench and let him suck me.  He deliberately starts on my balls, showing off my gleaming, wet cock to the dim room.
    I look over at the new men.  There is a short, furry guy, in his 40’s, in jeans and a denim jacket.  His dick is fat and long.  There is a man my age in dress pants and sports coat—right from the office.  His big dick juts out, an angry red color.  There is also a college aged kid, with more cock than usual.  An older guy is the last addition.  He is keeping his dick hidden with all the big men in the room.
    My bud stops sucking and gestures towards the new men, inviting them to join us.  Furry guy takes him up on the offer and brings us his cock.  I go to the floor next to my bud and we take turns licking and sucking him.  We even have a moment of one of us on one side of his shaft, and the one on the other, moving our lips and tongues in unison along the engorged cock. 
    He is so thick I can barely get him comfortably in my mouth.  I let my bud do that, he seems to take him easily.  I gesture to the big-dicked office guy.  He steps towards us, but stops.  I get up and go to him.  His cock is extra-long, but not so thick.  He has a slight downward curve that makes for easy sucking.  He likes that—and fucks my face a little.
    I pull off him.  He pulls me up.  We kiss and he goes to his knees to sample mine.  I notice that while I was busy on my knees, the college kid had gone over to my friend and the furry guy.  The young guy is jerking his seven-incher like a mad man as he goes back and forth from one man to the other.  I like how the man not being sucked is holding the boy in place on the other daddy.
    My bud catches my eye.   He grins at me.  He whispers something in Furry Guy’s ear.  He nods and pulls the college kid up and all three of them join the two of us against the side wall.  We change partners.  I suck Furry Guy again.  My angle is better now and I can take more of him.  Soon we switch.  Suit Coat is getting sucked by College Kid, while my bud is on all fours, his mouth replacing the College Kid’s hand.
    “You need to try his dick,” my bud tells College Kid.  The kid looks at me and then crawls over as I stand up.  He’s amazing—a true Hoover of a mouth.  Furry Guy and Suit Coat stroke—while my bud plays with College Kid’s nipples.
    Another man joins us.  He sucks all of us.  I remember nothing about what he looked like, but he has the most memorable line of the day: “I have never seen so many big dicks in one place!”
    I am encouraged to fuck Suit Coat.  I rim him first.  He is hairy and hot and moist.  He bends and is supported by Furry Guy.  I can’t wait to sink into his ass.  He takes me easily—hissing out “Fuck me hard, stud.”   I do.  So hard that my Bud helps steady him, too. College Kid stands up—and watches every thrust of my cock into the hairy ass.
    I pull out.  I have gone a little too deep.  I go off to wash.  When I get back, my bud is nowhere to be found.  Furry Guy is deep in College Kid’s mouth.  I go over and find his nipples through the fabric of his shirt.  I twist lightly.  It’s all it takes—he groans and spews his load down College Kid’s throat.  He takes off.  College Kid crawls over to me and unbuttons my 501’s.  He takes my freshly washed cock out—and easily get me hard again.  He is jerking himself.  Like a mad man.
    I ask if he wants me to take a turn on him.  He shakes his head.  He swallows me to the root—and chokes himself on purpose.  It’s his trigger.  He spurts all over my boots.  He apologizes—after he comes back to reality.  I shrug.  He takes off.
    All my playmates are gone and the remaining men are happy doing nothing.
    I tour the arcade.  After all the hot play I don’t want to stick my dick through a hole.  I go back to the cinema.  There is Furry Guy—he’s just taken a break.  He is half hard, stroking himself back to life.
    I stand next to him.  “Can I suck you some more?”
    “I can’t possible cum again,” he whispers back.
    “I just want to get off with your dick in my mouth.”
    He nods.  I go to my knees.  I am so hard just looking at his half-hard cock.  I take all of it—letting him get full hard deep in my throat.  It’s a wonderfully tight feeling.  I finally back off and work his piss slit with my tongue. 
    “Suck me, fucker,” he mumbles.
    My fist is working fast—almost as fast as the flogging College Kid gave himself.
    Furry Guy lays his big hand on my head.  It’s just resting there—but it’s enough to make me spurt, covering the floor between his legs…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Full of Big Dick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 8, 2022
  15. FelchingPisser

    Ring Around Mark

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
     
    It should come as no surprise that after the hot sex with Mark on my one evening at the bathhouse, that when I could go again a week later, I checked to see if he’d like to join me.  His response: “Sure!”
    We agreed to meet at 7pm.  I wondered if anyone else would be there that night…
     
    I am undressing at my locker.  Jock is left on.  Boots are being laced and tied.  Behind me, I hear the swinging door from the shower area open. Well, someone’s around.  I turn.  It’s Mark.  He sees me, too.  He kneels in front of the curtains to the glory hole room.  I lock my locker, toss my towel over my shoulder and go over to him.
    Without a word I press the pouch of my jock into his face.  He inhales deeply.  A satisfied sigh and he begins working through the fabric to get me hard.  He succeeds.  My cock is like a rock, jutting to the side.  He finally leaves my cloth covered balls and takes my shaft into his mouth.
    At that same moment, a door to one of the rooms opens.  A man sees us and comes over to watch.  And stroke.  His six incher is rock hard.  It feels entirely natural for me to nudge Mark’s head over to suck the new man.  Another guy arrives from the shower, still drying himself.  His cock is fat, but there’s not much length as it erects to the scene in front of him. 
    “Get his dick, too,” I murmur.  I move Mark’s willing mouth over.
    The fourth man to arrive is hairy and hung.  He has a good seven incher.  I move Mark to welcome him to the group.  He is now ringed by men wanting his mouth—all 50 + in age.  We fist our dicks while waiting for our turn.  And reach for the balls of the guy next to us.  Mark is now on a breathless rotation.  He goes, instinctively, clockwise, sucking the three incher, then the six, then the seven, moving on to me—and back again.  Mark is rock hard.  At first, he was stroking—now he doesn’t dare touch himself.  He works the four dicks over and over, leaving them wet and dripping.
    “Who’s gonna fuck him?” asks the Seven Incher.
    “You can start,” I tell him.
    “Naw, I wanna see you do it.”
    I pull Mark up.  He willingly bends.  Now it’s the guys who move around him to get their cock sucked as I am on my knees eating his hot ass.  I finally stand up, but he is just too tight.  “Let me,” says Six Incher.  He spits on his cock as I turn Mark’s butt towards him. His thin cock is the perfect opener.  He fucks him hard—before turning Mark’s hips to me.  I slide in as easily as I did a week ago.  My fuck strokes push Mark forward onto the cock that was just in his ass.
    Seven Incher claps me on the shoulder with a “You go” and a “Thank you” to Mark.  He wanders off.  The smallest guy watches.  I think he’s going to shoot.  I encourage him to give it to Mark, but he never does.  He moves off to the showers. 
    Six Incher considers my offer to go again, but declines.  “I’d blow a load and I don’t want to yet.”  He leaves, too.
    Mark pulls off my cock—turns and kisses me.  “That never happens to me,” he sighs.  “Thank you.”
    I thank him by licking his wet ass.
    *
    We go upstairs to the small TV room.
    “Can I rim you again?” he asks. 
    I nod. “How do you want me?”
    “On your back with those long legs in the air…”
    We spend the next 15 minutes or so with  Mark slobbering over my hole while I encourage him. 
    He tosses me a bottle of his poppers.  “Take a hit.” 
    I do.  He does, too.  We both get lost for a what is only a moment—but seems so much longer.
    He remembers to kiss me afterwards—letting me taste my ass on his tongue…
    I thank him by fucking him doggy on the couch.
    *
    We decide to separate—and see what we each might find.
    I play with a Black guy who gives good head.  He does not want me to touch his drooling cock.
    I wander. 
    I see Mark on his knees on the outdoor deck, sucking Six Incher.  SI waves at me through the glass door to come out.  I join them.  “Is he doing a good job?”
    “Hell, yes.”
    I sit next to Six Incher and stroke.  Mark now splits his time between the two dicks.  We move him back and forth—sharing his mouth equally.
    Six Incher sighs as Mark goes back to him.  “He told me he ate your ass?”
    “Really well.  Do you want him to do you?”
    “I want to see him do you!”
    I stand and bend into the chair.  Mark is right there, poking into my still damp pucker.  I groan and push my ass back onto Mark’s face.  SI holds his head in place—all but smothering Mark as he eats me out.
    “Now fuck him.”
    We change places.  My dick is going into Mark just inches away from Six Incher’s face.  He strokes to the live porn show.
    “I’m gonna shoot.”
    Instantly Mark spins around and takes the load in his mouth.
    “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.  “Drool some onto my cock.”
    Mark does.  A creamy glob covers the top of my cock.  “I am fucking you into him,” I tell Six Incher.  “You are breeding him after all…”
    We fuck until Six Incher says he has to take off.
    “Let’s finish up in the sling,” I suggest.
    Once he is in place, I spend long minutes eating the cum I’ve fucked into him back out.
    It’s a quick fuck to give him a replacement load…
    *

    In case you missed it, my first encounter with Mark is three posts back:  You Never Fucked Me
    The original on Blogspot is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Ring Around Mark (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   September 5, 2022
  16. FelchingPisser

    "Now That's a Nice Cock"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
     
    On my final day off, right at the end of the month, I did the lunchtime bathhouse routine again.  It was an interesting mix of men…
     
    I am ditching my clothes in the locker.  A larger man , around my age, is watching me change and not the four screens of porn he thought he’d be watching.  He has a skin tone that is the color of strong black coffee with a very large dollop of cream mixed through it.  Gorgeous.  I go over, toss my towel on the couch and sit next to him.  My cock emerges from the jock—and his hand is on me, moments later. 
    “Now that’s a nice cock,” he murmurs.  “May I suck it?”
    “Sure.”  He leans over and gets the head in his wet mouth.  Honestly, it’s a horrible angle.  I disengage and stand in front of him.  He can lean in and suck me down.  And the blow job goes from horrid to heavenly.  He has a fat tongue that can’t stop lapping at my piss slit and that spot right under the glans.  His own fat dick emerges from the folds of his towel as he sucks me.
    I step in, and lift my cock—presenting him with my balls for full treatment with that hot tongue.  He gives it, groaning at the smell of them.  Finally, he sits back to catch his breath.  I go to my knees and return the favor to his beer can cock.
    “Damn, you suck dick?”  He seems genuinely surprised.  Soon enough he revises it to, “Man, can you suck…”
    I go for his balls.  He squirms.  And pants “I’m going to shoot.”  I make it back up to catch the entire massive load…
    I go up to the third floor.  Not many men are about.  I note that the guy in the dark room is back—the one I’d met at the glory hole and bred in his room.  We nod to each other as I pass.  I settle in the small TV room with the comfortable couch.  The porn is good.  I stroke, waiting to see who will find me next.  A white guy, likely mid 50’s steps into the room.  He is fairly trim and sporting a super hard Viagra dick.  We nod to each other.  He doesn’t sit.  He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He moans the moment he tries to take my entire length.  He manages half of me the first time.  Three-quarters, the next. 
    He come up for air.  “Damn, that’s nice.”  He takes a deep breath and pushes himself to get every last inch.  And makes it, his nose buried in my reddish bush.  He comes up well pleased with himself.  “I really want you in my ass, but I don’t know if I can take you.”
    We decide he should sit on it—to be in control.  He gets me wet again as he fingers lube into his ass.  He greases me too.  He turns, and reaches behind to guide me in.  My head slices him open.  He stands and re-considers.  He tries more lube and sits again.  The same thing happens.
    “Let’s use the sling,” he suggests.
    We go down the hall.  He leans into it, chest to webbing.  I want to rim him but the lube has such a foul smell I can’t.  I start into him.  I get the head in.  He pants.  Another inch. 
    “Out!  Please!!”
    He’s all apologies.  And I never see him again.
    *
    I am alone in the steam room.  I have left the jock and boots in my locker—so naked but for my cock ring.  I sit and relax in the dark back area.  The steam starts up.  I melt against the wall.  The steam is thick today.  I can’t see anything.  I hear the door open.  I hear the man walk towards me.  He must sense I’m there, for he kneels, finds my knees and then my cock with his hand, sighs and begins to suck me.  I can’t tell anything about him.  I touch his head.  He has short hair.  I like his oral technique—but I really love how totally anonymous it is.  He sucks me, faster and faster—hoping for the load.
    The steam kicks off.  Instantly the man stops and leaves before the steam can thin and reveal who gave me such good head…
    *
    Last week a bear of a man was leaving as I arrived.  He wanted me—and asked if I often came during the lunch hour.  I told him I did.  And here he is coming around the corner of the locker area as I put my boots back on.  He invites me to his room, which is right on this floor.  He has a towel thrown over the light, so the room is dim.  He is Black, portly and furry, and younger than I am by a good 20 years.  He gets me on the bed.  Then moves between my splayed legs.
    “Let me get that cock of yours wet before we fuck.”
    He does.  Yet another great mouth.  I let him set his own pace—but do suggest he get my balls, too.  He does—and then my taint.  His tongue stops just at the top of my tight hole, before he licks all the back up and swallows my cock down.
    “I want to sit on that.”  He greases me up and lowers himself down on me.  He feels great—and it’s a hot site to see him impaling himself—but his legs can’t take it.
    I suggest he go doggy at the edge of the bed.  I eat his big butt for a long time before I lube up and fuck into him.  He yelps—but in a good way.  He suddenly becomes really submissive.  Giving me permission to use him however I want.  To fuck him hard—to do anything to him.
    I pull out.  “Clean my cock.”  Suddenly ‘anything’ makes him pause.  Then he does it.  His tongue tentatively touches my dick.  He groans like I have just given him something exquisite to eat.  Has he never known the joys of ass to mouth?
    I go back to fucking.  I pull out again.  No telling him this time.  He turns and dives for my ass flavored dick.  He cleans me up.  Every inch of my cock feels his tongue.
    But he’s over heating in the small room.  He asks for a break.  He share a kiss and I take off…
    *
    It’s time to go.
    I find the guy I loaded a few weeks ago in the dark room.  He is there waiting on all fours.
    I kneel behind him and eat his used hole.
    “No loads,” he murmurs, “but I got dick.”
    I grunt, stand and say “You’re getting a load now.  OK?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    I don’t fuck for long before I give him what we both want.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Now That's a Nice Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  September 1, 2022
  17. FelchingPisser

    Keshawn Rides My Cock

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
     
    Readers may remember my computer issues in July.  My computer was giving me fits for most of my time away from home.  One day it would work and on the next day two characters would appear with a single key stroke.  By the last full week of the month, I knew I had to replace it.  I asked Keshawn if he would go shopping with me.  He would.
    I arrived at his house.  Of course, we decided to fuck first…
     
    “Did you bring the sling?”
    I have to admit I didn’t.  There was no room in my car for it with all the other things I had to bring for my job. 
    “It doesn’t matter.  There’s always the bed.”
    For all the times I’ve been in his apartment, we have never used it for sex.  I have slept there, but sleep is not on either of our minds right now.
    We both strip naked, well, down to black athletic socks for me.  I sit and Keshawn kneels between my legs.  He slobbers over my cock in the best possible way.  It’s a very wet blow job.  He is stroking his massive cock while I lie back and enjoy his mouth.
    “Fuck, do my balls, too.”
    He does.  Leaving them as wet as my cock. 
    We change places.  I don’t try to take him into my mouth for fear of nicking his huge head—but I lick every inch of his shaft and balls.  I roll him onto his back by lifting his legs and licking his ass crack.  I hear the poppers open and then his groan as I poke into his pucker, the moment the vapor does its work.  He opens easily.  He is so ready for my cock.
    “Fuck me,..” he moans.
    I lube myself as I eat him out.  I stand up, bend a little and push into him.  There is a moment of pressure—and then I slide in.  All the way.  Every inch of me is buried in his sweet ass.  I hold for a moment as my feet slip on the carpeting—but then I begin to fuck.  A slow drilling of his hot hole.
    My long legs tire faster than usual with the low bed.  We change up.  I sit again and Keshawn cleans my cock.  He loves the taste of his ass on my dick.  We grease up and he rides me.  It’s a hot shot—that black ass on the white shaft.  I grab my camera.
    PIC
    When he gets off me, I have him bend over the corner of the bed.  It’s my turn to taste our fuck juices.  I kneel behind him.  I lick and swallow his ass jizz flavored by my precum.  I make sure to use my beard as I rim.
    “On your back.”
    Keshawn complies.  This is an even lower bend to get into him, but I really want to watch his face as I thrust into him.  I’m not disappointed, he shows his pleasure repeatedly as I pound away.  He inches back and I go with him.  Soon I am no longer standing, but kneeling on the bed, still working my cock deep into his hole.
    We break for water.  And cock sucking.  And rimming.
    I have him stand at the corner of the bed again.  He braces himself.  This time I don’t rim him there, but I fuck him.  I fuck him hard enough he loses his balance and we both collapse on the bed.  Laughing.
    We go back to Keshawn on his back.  I am pretty sure he knows he is close and wants his cum all over his chest and not the sheets.  I bend enough to spit on his hole and again on my still slick cock.  I fuck into him.  He beats his cock faster and faster.  He moans and shoots a huge load all over his chest.  I mop some up with my left hand and coat my cock.  I push my jizz drenched dick back into him.  I fuck no more than four strokes before I am shooting myself deep inside him…
     
    Short and sweet—and leaving us time to shop.  I loved the idea that we went to the store with my cum still inside him!
     
    The original post has pictures of me in his hot ass.  Here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Rides My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 28, 2022
  18. FelchingPisser

    "You Never Fucked Me"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
    I had a night off.  I talked online with a man about a meet.  Forever.  As we progressed, it turned out we wanted very different things.  After wasting a lot of time, I signed off and drove into the bathhouse.  I had not been there at night during this trip.  The men who came in the evening were a very different group—a little younger and thinner, but still within 10 to 15 years of me. 
    A fit man with a receding hairline wanted my cock.  Covered.  We fucked for a bit with an extremely tight regular condom covering ever millimeter of me.  I felt very little sensation—and he squirmed in some pseudo fit of passion, inspired by his over use of poopers.  He writhed so much that he pulled himself off me constantly.  The fifth time he rolled off my cock, in just the first few minutes, panting how good it was, I said good night and left his room. 
    The place was pretty sparse of men now.  I was ready to just cut my losses and go back to my rental apartment.  I sat in the small porn room to collect myself.  The video there was just good enough to revive my cock.  A man walked in.  And, boy, did my luck change…
     
    He stops dead in the doorway.  He looks at my boots.  My jock, with the discolored pouch pushed to one side of my rigid shaft.  My leather wristband.  And finally, up to my face.  He is tall-ish and blond.  Handsome.  His body was once incredibly defined, and it still looks great, though softer now at 50 something.   He has a towel around his waist.  It drops.  He is wearing a designer jock—really more backless underwear.
    “I know you.”
    I nod.  “We met when I was working down here last year.  You sucked my cock.”
    It’s his turn to nod.  “May I?”
    He kneels.  Sure of my answer.  He sighs and takes me into his mouth. 
    Fuck, yes.  He is born to suck.  He is wonderfully wet.  His teeth are never an issue with my girth.  He takes me down, choking himself on purpose.  We both love to hear him gag.  Each time he does, he comes up, gasping and happy.
    He takes a break and our eyes meet.
    “I remembered you as a great cocksucker.  I’m not wrong.”
    “You never fucked me.”
    “You never asked.”
    “I am now—I want this up my ass.”  He shakes my cock as he says it.
    I stand up.  I pull his handsome face onto my cock once more.  “Get me good and wet...”
    He does, slurping loudly.
    I point to the couch.  He scrambles up and kneels on it, leaning his arms on the back.  His muscle butt is perfectly framed by Andrew Christian.  I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his hole.  He groans and grabs his erect cock through the fabric.  I go back and lick the almost hairless crack before zeroing in on his hole once again.
    He has three different brands of poppers with him.  He hits the first one.  His hole flowers open.  He is so ready for me.  I spit one last time, stand and my cock head goes in. 
    “More lube.  It’s been forever.”
    Lube is added.  Now I bottom out.  I fuck slowly, building as I hear his breathing change.  I am soon slamming into his hot butt, rocking the couch he’s kneeling on. 
    I pull out.  I eat his ass again.  He is fuckin’ creamy now, and I tell him so. 
    I fuck a second round.  When I pull out panting, he swivels on the cushions to clean my cock.  He groans in the back of his throat.  The vibration sends waves through my dick, too.
    “Sit and let me suck you.”
    I sit.  He gets lost in sucking my cock.  This time he spends a lot of time on my balls.  Lifting them.  Getting my cock ring super wet.  Tonguing my taint.  And a little lower yet.
    "You want to eat my ass?”
    He nods, pulling my legs up.  I roll back on the couch, my ass at the perfect angle for his rimming.  He tosses me one of his bottles of poppers.  I let his tongue work my hole before I take the hit.  I begin to babble and tell him how good he is making me feel.  The rim session goes on a long time—there is no other place either of us would rather be.
    Finally, I have to fuck him again.  My cock is aching for his hole.  He lies on his back this time.  He is really low for my long legs.  “The sling is right around the corner—let’s go there.”
    He nods.  Happily.  I get him in.  It’s my turn to rim.  Forever.  And fuck him, watching that handsome face contort and then relax.  He poppers up and pants out his pleasure.  I fuck.  Loving the better angle and the sound our sweaty bodies make as they slap together.
    I pull out.  I need to catch my breath.  “Get in the sling.  Let me eat your hole again.”
    Well, fuck!  We exchange places.  He kneels and sinks into my still damp hole.  He gives me a different bottle of poppers.  It’s my turn to pant.  He eats me out, making wet slurping sounds as he does it.
    “Kiss me.  Let me taste my ass…”
    He comes up and we kiss.  A long time.  Passionate and wet.  It makes him sink to his knees, lick me again—and bring my sweaty taste once again to my mouth…His cock is rampant as we kiss.
    The kiss breaks. 
    I whisper in his ear.  “I really want to breed you.  May I?”
    His answer is to kiss me harder.  When we come up for air he says, “I want you to breed me, but I’d really love it doggy, ok?”
    We go back to the couch.
    I eat his wet butt—which is soon to get even wetter.
    “I want your cum, man…”
    I stand up and slide into him.  He clenches with each thrust.  Suddenly, I’m spurting.  But it’s not the full, every nerve firing kind of climax.  I groan.  He groans, too, as he feels my cock head expand with each spurt. 
    I pull out and go to my knees. I felch myself.  He pushes and gives me a big glob of semen on my tongue.  That does it.  I stand, swallowing my jizz and pushing back into him. 
    This time I get the full deal.  Every nerve in my groin explodes with pleasure.   I fully empty my balls into him and collapse on his sweaty back…
     
    *
    It should come as no surprise that Mark gave me his number…
     
    The origianl is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "You Never Fucked Me" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 26. 2023
  19. FelchingPisser

    The Couple at CumUnion

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
    I accepted a contract to do some work in Indiana for the month of July.  The first week there was intense and I had absolutely no time to even think about playing—until I suddenly did.  The powers that be decided to give us Saturday night off.  I couldn’t believe it—it was the night of CumUnion at the smaller bathhouse in Indianapolis. 
    I cleaned up and got in the car.  I tried to convince Keshawn to meet me there, but he had other plans.  I got a locker in the basement.  On that level there is also the wet area, several rooms, some porn viewing, exercise equipment and a gloryhole playroom.  The middle floor is the entrance and lobby.  The third floor has the sling, a room with a fuck bench and cross, more porn viewing areas and a host of single rooms.
    There were men about—maybe 30 of them, and mostly 40 years old and up.  I was a little early, but I had to leave no later than midnight to get enough sleep for work on Sunday.  I sat in the smallest of the porn areas, pulled out my dick and waited to see who would appear…
     
    He’s a mousy looking man around my age, wrapped in a huge towel.  There are sofas in the room that form an L shape.  He sits, tentatively, on the one long side of the L looking across at me.  And my cock.  He can’t take his eyes off it.
    “If you want to suck it, do it.”
    He nods and carefully gets down on the floor in front of me—still wrapped tightly in his towel.  He kisses my cock head—and then my balls.  His mouth opens and he takes the head of my dick into his mouth.  He’s good.  Not great.  But a nice way to start the night.
    A slightly beefy man, with his towel on his shoulder and his cock swinging, comes in.  He is my age too, with likely shoulder length hair that is pulled back into a ponytail.  He stops when he sees sex happening.  His bigger than average dick swells.  He strokes, watching us.  I nod to him.  I’d be fine with him in my mouth as I continue getting head.  But he has other ideas.  He drops to his knees behind my sucker and roughly pulls off the guy’s oversized towel.  He spits on the man’s ass and again on his cock.  He pushes into the guy’s pucker, with barely a murmur from the man giving me head.
    I watch the fuck.  Ponytail is pumping hard enough to move the guy forward—and down slightly farther on my cock.  My sucker works harder—now that he is filled at both ends.  Moans occasionally escape from around my cock in his mouth.
    “Take it,” mutters Ponytail. 
    Moments later the man in the middle needs a break.  Ponytail pulls out, but stays there.  He sees all of my cock for the first time as the sucker gets up and quickly covers himself with the large towel.  Ponytail bends and takes me in his mouth.  He is better—more insistent.  Wetter.  Really trying to pull my cum out of me.
    Ponytail takes a break, looking up at me.  “Fuck me?”
    “Maybe in a bit,” I say, wanting to ease into the scene just a little more.  Ponytail nods and goes back to sucking.
    A couple, in their late 50’s, come in.  Both are tall.  The tatted one has a shaved head and is ruggedly good looking.  His partner has a fringe of greying hair, and a hairy chest.  Instantly Ponytail gets up and goes to Hairy Chest.  He drops to his knees and starts sucking him.  I stand up.  Shaved Head goes to his knees and starts sucking me.  He’s the best of the three who have been on my dick tonight.  I can’t help but reach down and feel the butt cheeks of this hot man.  Hairy Chest nods to me.  They really are a couple, then.  I finger Shaved Head’s puffy ass lips as he continues to suck me.
    Ponytail stands up. He impales himself on Hairy Chest’s cock.  This makes Shaved Head turn away from me so he can watch his man fuck Ponytail.   Hairy Chest plows him hard.  Suddenly he stops and nods to his partner.  They take off.
    I go to Ponytail.  I want his hole.  Now.  I sink into him—for the first of many times that night.  He’s wet and hot.  His ass is still tight.  He groans around my cock.  I just keep fucking…
    *
    I wander.  I play a little with the youngest man here, maybe late 30’s in the dark room in the basement.  He loves sucking my cock, but has no interest in anal. I send him to the steam room to suck off the daddies who have congregated. 
    I wander.  I find the couple in a room on the third floor. 
    “Come in,” says Hairy Chest.  “Let my boy suck you.”
    He is resting a cheek on the narrow bed.  Shaved Head is fully on it—and naked.  I join him, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed.  Shaved Head goes to work on me.  His partner gives him pointers every once in a while.  “Go for his balls’ or “Take it all down.”  Each time he speaks, Shaved Head does what he says with even more enthusiasm than before. 
    “I would really like to lick his ass,” I finally tell Hairy Chest.
    “You should.  Get him ready for your cock in his hole.”
    This seems to be news to Shaved Head.  But he gets on all fours and presents me with his hot butt cheeks.  I dive in—my tongue opening his hole easily.  I don’t think he’s been used tonight—he still tastes of the shower.  Shaved Head begins to pant.  Hairy Chest reaches over and begins twisting the nipple closest to him.  I rear up and slap my engorged cock on his now wet ass crack.  I smear some precum on his hole and go back to tonguing him—all under the watchful eye of Hairy Chest.
    “Get on your back.  I want to see your face as he eats you out.”
    SH flips.  There is no room for me, so I get on the floor and pull him around so I can kneel there and eat him out.  Shaved Head is panting.  Hairy Chest is now really twisting his nipples hard—especially the nipple in the middle of a faded bio hazard tat.  I lick and spit and prime him for my dick.
    I stand up and begin the entry.
    “It’s been a while for him,” Hairy Chest tells me. 
    I can tell.  But when I have half of my length in him—he suddenly opens up and I glide in the rest of the way.  I fuck him with every trick I know—pleasing him and the man watching.
    *
    I get some head from a man I met before in Indy at a basement dungeon party.  He apologizes that he is not prepped for anal.  But his mouth is great.
    I fuck Ponytail again.  First in his room—and then we take it to the sling.  He stays behind at the sling and tops another man.
    I wander.  I should be going soon.  And I know what I want.  I find the couple.
    “May I fuck your boy in the sling?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Their room is right across from the it.  I get Shaved Head’s feet in stirrups.  Hairy Chest sits on a bench, his eyes on us at all times.
    I kneel and begin to eat his hole.  Shaved Head whimpers.  I think someone has been up him since I was.  I love the taste of the added juices. I stand up.  This time it is an easy glide into his ass.  Hairy Chest stands to see better.  I begin to pump into the man.
    “Fuck him good.”
    I do, long dicking him with each stroke.  My pubes grind against him.
    “May I breed him?”
    “Absolutely.”
    I keep fucking.  My cum is churning in my balls.  It won’t be long now.
    Hairy Chest knows it.  Shaved Head can feel it.  HC holds a bottle of poppers under my nose.
    That does it.  I flood Shaved Head.  Blast after blast.  I hold onto the chains and marinate in him until I trust myself to move again.  I go down to his ravaged hole.  I kiss it lightly, first, as a thank you.  My tongue instinctively slithers into him.  I am rewarded with a dollop of my jizz.  I stand, bend and feed it to the groaning man.  We kiss and snowball my cum.  I move down and kiss his tat, brushing it with my lips.  Hairy Chest is there to kiss me as I stand up again…
     
    The original, as always, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Couple at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  Auguust  14, 2022
  20. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
     
    (This picks up immediately after Part One.)
     
    I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room.  I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor.  I just sit.  I don’t stroke.  I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal.  I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there.
    The door opens.  A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in.  He has a shaved head.  He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once, but is still impressive.  He drops his towel.  He’s impressive here, too.  A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes.
    “Suck my dick,” he all but commands.
    I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded.  I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft.
    He likes my mouth and says so.  Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face.  Hard.  I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out.
    “Thanks,” he mutters.  “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” 
    He goes out to do just that.
    Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here.  I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me.  The porn is not great.  I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open.
    “In here,” I hear a man say.
    In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room.  The Otter sits at the other end of the couch.  The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits.  He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again.
    “Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles.
    They are far hotter than the porn.  I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls.
    I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. 
    Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick.  Do it.”
    The Latino looks up.  “Do you mind?”
    “Please.”
    He crawls over, now between my legs.  I finally see the Otter’s cock.  He’s just above average.  The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock.  “You’re big.  Damn.”
    He goes down on me.  He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked.  The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me.  The Latino pulls off me with a sigh, and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls.  I groan and ruffle his hair.
    He turns to the Otter.  “I really want that in my ass.”
    The Otter nods.
    The kid turns to me.  “I’m a slut, what can I say?  Fuck me?”
    I stand up and pat where I have been sitting.  The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out.
    It’s my turn: “Let me eat your ass.”  (All right, I didn’t say asshole.)  I burrow into him.  He has not been fucked today.  My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do.  I begin reaming him out.  I hear poppers open.  The Otter is feeding them to him.
    “Do it,” the kid says.  “Get it inside of me.”
    I push in.  Slowly and steadily.  The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts.  I bottom out.
    “Fuck him hard,” says the Otter.
    I do.  Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch.  He groans.  “So good…”
    I slap his ass and slow the fuck down.  Longer strokes now.  Letting him know just how long I am.
    I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast.  I pull out and stand up to stretch them.  “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.”
    Everybody loves this idea.  He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth.  I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor.
    We go at this for quite some time.  Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch.  He has not had enough.  First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock.  He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there.
    This is too much for the Otter.  He coats his hairy chest with cum.  Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers.  The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door.
    My wet cock needs release.  And I know where to go.  Down the stairs to the dark room.
    The door is open.  I go in, shutting it behind me.
    “I got fucked, but no load.”
    “You’re about to get mine.”
    I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily.  I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole.  But I really need to fuck.  I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out.
    “Fuck you feel good.  You fuck some others?”
    I speed up the tempo.
    “Yeah, a couple.”
    “But you’re loading me?”
    I fuck him a little faster.
    “You want it?”
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    I am now driving into his ass.  My hand slaps his hairy cheek.  “Say the words.”
    “Breed me, daddy.” 
    I fuck harder yet.
    “I want your cum, man.”
    I am so fucking close.  “Deep in your hole?”
    “Fuck yes!”
    And I explode.  I grab his hips and hold on.  My balls empty into his hot butt.  I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load.  I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is…
     
    The original posting is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 20, 2022
  21. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
    On a full day off, I went back to the bathhouse.  I mean, I needed to make the membership pay for itself.  Right?  I visited during the same lunch hour time frame.  It was every bit as hot—or hotter…
     
    I am sitting in the small porn viewing area on the third floor.  I have had an attractive man on my cock, but one with little talent.  An older man now saunters in, his towel on his shoulder, his cock semi-hard.  I have seen him here before from in previous years.  He was once solidly built.  It is sliding now that he is somewhere north of 68.  He nods to me.  I nod to him.  He uses the couch to kneel in front of me.  He bends over my cock and starts to give me wonderful head.  It is wet and delicious.  He groans as my cock swells and gives him several drops of precum.  He swallows before his busy tongue now moves to my balls.   Once they are wet, he stops and looks up at me.
    “What would make you really happy?”
    Before I can answer, he continues.  “What would make me happy is for you to let me lick your asshole.”
    In answer, I hunker down so he can get at it.
    “Naw, not here.  Come to my room.”
    Neither of us bother to cover our raging cocks on the short way to his corner room.
    “I’ve watched you fuck guys in the sling here.  You are just the kind of guy I love to worship.  Orally.”  I sit on the bed as he tosses his towel behind the television (which is, of course, playing porn.)  “I have always wanted to taste your hole.”
    “How do you want me?”
    “On your back...” he whispers.  Then: “First.”
    I move to the edge of the bed and roll back, grabbing my knees.  I feel really vulnerable and exposed.  But the moment his tongue touches my pucker, I forget all that and just let him give me pleasure.
    The man groans.  He slobbers on my hole.  He tongues it hard and before backing off to gently lick it. 
    Fuck, let a man do what he loves. 
    My ass crack is incredibly wet with his saliva.  My cock is dripping profusely.  I wipe some off with my index finger and stick it in my mouth.  Then I do it again—and feed it to the man who is giving me the terrific rimjob.  The taste of my precum makes him work even harder.
    “Roll over onto your knees.”
    I do.  He has to adjust his kneeling position so he can reach me.  He eats me out, drilling into my now wet, and looser asshole.  He groans again.  Louder.  I am sure he has just shot all over the base of the bed.  He rocks back on his knees as I turn around.  I get down, avoiding the pool of jizz, which is forming as it runs down the bed frame…
    *
    There is a bear in the same room as the bear I loaded on my last visit.  I don’t think it’s the same man, but it’s hard to tell in the shadowy darkness of the room.  I go in, and slip inside the guy’s butt.  Nope.  It’s not the same guy.  He feels totally different.  He just lets his ass go as loose as possible as I fuck—he has no tricks to clench down on me.  I thank him and leave.
    I go to the basement deciding to steam for a bit.  A blond, in his early 40’s is watching porn.  He has a great, taut body.  He is jerking like crazy.  When he sees me on the stairs, he waves me over.
    “Would you twist my nipples so I can get off and get home?”
    I sit next to him, happy to help.  I twist.  He grunts and strokes.  I lean in and nibble, he strokes faster.  “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs.  I lean in more and my mouth replaces his hand on his hard cock.  “Oh, holy fuck…” he groans.  And shoots.  It’s a nice big load.  I am glad he didn’t waste it.  He thanks me and heads for the showers as I continue on to the steam.
    The door makes a deep swooshing sound as I open it, which means the steam is running.  It is dark and the clouds of mist cling to me as I make my way to the back.  I stand against the wall.  Almost immediately, I feel a hand reach out for my half hard cock.  I let the man I can’t see fondle me, then suck me.  The steam kicks off and slowly clears.  I like the picture it reveals.  A big Bear is sucking my cock and jerking his own.  A young Latino with two toned hair is sucking off an Otter.  The Latino is on the floor so his ass is pointed right at me.  My sucker tires quickly when I don’t instantly give him the load.  He gets up and wanders off.  I sit opposite the other pair.  I can’t take my eyes off the Latino’s ass.  He’s slim, late 20’s, and his butt is a spectacular bubble.  There is a tat on his back—a true tramp stamp.  The man he is sucking is in his middle 30’s.  He is hairy and mostly thin—with a slight covid belly.  I am sure the two know each other.  I love that their hands are busy, too; a touch to the sucker’s head, the Latino caresses the thigh next to his busy mouth, the Otter reaching down to the Latino’s shoulders—and then on down to his ass. 
    I am hoping for an invite to join.  But it is not to be.  I finally get up and move to the door.
    “Did you see the size of his dick?”
    I can hear the whisper,at the other end of the steam room.  It has to be the Otter, as the Latino never looked at me.  I go out and rinse off…
    *
    I wander. 
    I watch some porn on the big couch with the four screens.  A very hot man in his early 40’s is lounging in the door frame of a room that is over to my side.  I am thinking about seeing what he is looking for just as another man moves to him.  The door shuts.  Almost instantly I can hear a fuck in progress.
    I wander.  And come back to the lower level.  The man’s door is open again, though he is now inside.  I move to the door.  The room is totally black.  From the depths I hear “You can fuck me as long as you don’t use a condom like that last guy.”
    I toss my towel and water bottle on the floor.  For a moment there is enough light from the phone in the bottom’s hand to see him and how he is positioned.  He is on all fours, with his ass right at the edge of the bed and ready for me.  The phone blacks out.  I go to my knees and surprise him by rimming him.
    “Eat my slut hole…” he moans.
    He tastes great.  There may be no other man’s juices in him, but having gotten fucked, his ass is responding by self-lubing.  I burrow in and make him wetter.  I stand up and pray that I can find his hole in the total darkness.  I have no problem—I am by chance aligned perfectly.  I sink into him in one stroke—making him moan.
    The phone, now off to the side and on his pillow, receives a text.  It dings and lights the room for a few seconds.   I really like what I see.  This lithe man is not terrifically muscled, but he has worked on his body to be incredibly tight and taut.  My hand comes down on his ass—the sound filling the small room.  I hear poppers open—and a huff taken.  I increase the speed of my fuck.  My pubes smash into his hard ass cheeks with every thrust.
    The phone lights again.  This time I notice that he has a bandanna tied around his eyes.  He can’t even see the momentary flashes of the phone.  It makes the hot fuck scene even hotter.  I slow down and begin a slow deep dicking of his ass. 
    He groans.  “Let me roll over.”
    I pull out and he shifts.  By chance the phone dings and I can see for four seconds where his ass is without fumbling.  I fuck him hard.  I touch his soft cock.  He actually reaches down and takes it into his hand.  His own touch hardens him up—I can hear him beating his dick as I plow into him.
    Finally, I stop.  I don’t want to get off yet.  I tell him I would love to load him if he is going to be here for another hour.
    He agrees.  “Maybe I’ll have a load in me for you to fuck in.”
    “Find me if you get one,” I tell him as I blindly reach for where I think my towel should be.  I find it and pick it up, just as his phone fires again.  I find my water bottle by its light and promise I’ll be back…
     
    To be continued:  Next time it was my turn to use the phrase “Let me lick your asshole…”
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse One: "Let Me Lick Your Asshole" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 19. 2022
  22. FelchingPisser

    Lunchtime at the Bathhouse

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—July, 2022
    It was a full week before I could have any kind of sex again.  I went back to the same bathhouse in Indy for a three-hour session in the late morning/early afternoon.  At check in, I bought a membership.  I had determined on the drive in that I would much rather play with whoever was there than sit online and hope for the right man (who would then be over an hour away from where I was living and working.)  Today seemed to prove I made the right choice…
     
    “May I suck it?”
    I am sitting on the couch opposite my locker, watching four different screens of porn.  The speaker is a man who appears a good 10 years older than myself.  He is slight of build, mostly bald with a few wispy hairs on his head.  He has an engaging smile, so I spread my legs, offering him my hard cock.
    “Oh, not here.  Come to my room.”
    I sigh, inwardly.  I like public sex in places like this, but it is still before noon (and the influx of men on lunch break) so I consent.  We trudge up to the third floor.  I sit on his bed and he kneels on the hard floor.  He kisses my balls.  He works up my shaft with kisses.  His soft hands now cradle my balls.  He tries to take my cock head into his mouth.  I hit every tooth on the way in.  I can’t help but flinch.  He recognizes my reaction, and instead of covering his teeth and trying again, decides stroking my shaft and kissing my balls will be enough.
    “Are you close?”
    I have to smile before I shake my head.  “I won’t get off for hours yet,” I tell him.
    He stands up, with an assist from me.  I thank him and go back down the stairs.
    A bear of a man is hanging out at the slurp ramp—which here is the joining of what was once two rooms.  One side has a platform to stand on with two holes in the wall.  He is on the cock sucking side.  He nods to me and disappears through the door frame.  I cross the main room, into the other side and go up the step to the platform.  The hole is a little low for me, but it’s not an uncomfortable squat as my dick disappears into the darkness of the other side.
    His mouth envelops me, taking me deep into his throat. The tongue on the underside of my cock is moving rapidly.  I let him suck at his speed for quite a bit, then I fuck his mouth.  He groans as my cock impales him again and again.
    My knees are telling me to straighten up.  I do and go around to his side.  He’s surprised, but follows my directive of “On your knees.”   He happily sucks me in.  And now he can get all of me down his tight throat.
    I lean down and touch his ass.  Instantly he moves so I can have better access.  I finger his hole, which is pre-lubed.
    “Fuck me.”
    I tell him to stand up and lean against the wall, mouth ready at the hole.  I spit on my cock and slide into him.  At the same moment, some man enters the other room and in seconds slides his cock into the Bear’s mouth as I fuck his ass.  I slap the generous butt so the guy getting sucked knows just what’s happening…
    *
    I sit back down on the couch to watch the four screens.  The Bear, who didn’t get a load in either hole, has told me he has a room on the third floor.  I am sure I will find him up there eventually, but right now I am intrigued by a younger man sitting on the couch with me.  He looks Mediterranean, with olive skin and dark curls on his head and his pubes.  He is stroking—and eventually reaches over to stroke me.  I let him, and do the same for his bigger than average cock.  Eventually, I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth.
    “If you do that I’ll…”
    And he does—before he can finish the sentence. 
    It’s a huge load to swallow…
    *
    I find the Bear in his room—one with a bigger bed.  He is standing by the side, his ass arched out.  I slip behind him and rim his ass before fucking him again.  He thanks me.  I ask if he takes loads.  “I am open to it,” is his reply.
    I fuck two other men—both of who gave me some good oral first.  Neither is prepped deep enough for my cock when it turns to fucking.  One in the sling and one in the steam.  I decided not to fuck anyone else today but the Bear…
    *
    A bigger guy, around my age reaches for me in the steam room.  Not for my cock, but for my shoulders.  His hands instantly find the knots of tension my current job has created.
    “Relax,” he breathes in my ear.
    I am a sucker for a good massage.  And he gives me one.  Slow and sensual, really working on the tension in my neck and shoulders.  I melt.  Only when he gets them to loosen does he suck me.
    The steam room fills up with several other men.  The steam starts up and in the fog of it all a cock sucking orgy starts.  Nothing but steam and hard dicks and willing mouths.  No one seems to want to get off—we are all just enjoying each other—sampling one cock after another.  As the steam clears, so do the men.  My masseur is still there.  We dry off and go up to his room.  I feed him my cock as he kneels on the floor.  It’s cramped.
    “Let me lie down.”
    He moves around, lying with his head hanging over the edge of the bed.  I straddle his head and lower my balls into his mouth.  He is heaven.  He inhales deeply.  From my very essence.  His cock, for the first time, fully erects…
    *
    My three-hour rental is coming to a close.  I want to get off and go.  The Bear is standing in his doorway.
    “You want it?” I ask.
    He moves into the room and gets on all fours on the bed.  I eat his hole.  I wonder if anyone else has fucked him since I did.
    “Fuck me,” he moans.
    “If I do, I’ll shoot.”
    “Do it,” he whispers.  “Breed my ass…”
    That is all the invitation I need.  I spit one last time on his hole, stand up and fuck into him.  His ass muscles begin milking my cock.  It won’t take long after all this play.
    “Fill me up,” he mumbles into the pillow he clutches.
    I thrust deep—and give him just what he wants…
     
    This entry, and 1400+ others, are here:  From My Side of the Sling: Lunchtime at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 17, 2022
     
  23. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—June, 2022
    I didn’t do anything for a week after Fornication.  I was exhausted, but in a glowing, positive way.  Driving long distances can wear me out—but I came home happy and content, if not fully rested.  In the spirit of looking out for others I made sure I got tested.  All was good.
    So of course, that news made me horny.  I went to the bookstore on a Saturday night.  I had gotten into the habit of visiting in the afternoons—which had usually worked well.  I wanted to see what an evening would hold in store for me. 
    I was a little concerned that after the great sex of the previous week, I might be disappointed in the regulars there.  Looking back on it now, it proved to be a very enjoyable night…
     
    I am seated in the cocksucker’s seat on the straight side.  There are a few guys scattered around.  I unbutton and work my dick to full erection.  The door opens.  The Latino, who likes to get fucked, but with a condom, comes in.  He is mid 30’s and nicely put together.  He sees me and stands against the back wall.  I wait for him to wave the gold foil packed Magnum in front of my eyes.  He surprises me.  He unzips.  “Suck me,” he hisses in my ear.
    A fat-ish, uncut dick is proffered.  I take him into my mouth for the very first time (though we have been fucking sporadically for almost a year.)  He begins to precum—a steady drip on my ever-moving tongue.  He must be able to feel it for he begins to fuck my face.  Just a few strokes, but it is nice to see a different side of him.  He pulls out and tells me to fuck him, that will make him cum for me.  He goes off to the gay cinema to wait for me.  I watch the movie for a bit and then head over. 
    He bends over the back of a chair the moment I arrive.  Two men I recognize are there and stroking.  I rip open the condom, lube my dick and roll it on.  It’s a quick fuck.  He blasts his load all over the floor.  I am glad for the latex, for as usual, his clean out not complete—or non-existent.  
    I go wash—just to be sure.
    When I come back to the gay theatre, I sit in the corner in the back.  An older man who loves to suck me was one of the men who watched the fuck.  He crawls across the floor and begins to suck me.  He has a cavernous mouth and has never nicked me with his teeth.  He also has great suction.
    “Now your balls…” he murmurs.  I stroke and he licks them.  He groans out his pleasure as he tries to get his tongue between my cockring and my ball sack—as I instructed him months ago.  He finally has to stop for his knees give out.  He goes to the other room, decidedly happy.
    The other man who watched me fuck now stands up.  “You’ve sucked my cock,” he tells me.
    I nod.  I do remember him.  He loves to twist his nipples on his very hairy chest as I suck.
    “Get me off, I need to go home.”
    He sticks his regulation cock into my mouth.  Between my hot tongue and his nipple twisting, he takes no time to give me a creamy load.
    *
    Later.  The bearded man I have been sucking off fairly regularly shows up.  The last time we met, he was so excited when I ate his hairy ass.  He stands near me and strokes.  I wave him over. 
    “I’m not hard,” he says apologetically.
    “I like guys to get hard in my mouth.  It’s fine.”
    I have to work some, but he stiffens right up.  I suck him with a very wet mouth.  I only leave his cock to get his balls just as wet.
    “Eat my ass again?”
    I don’t answer.  I just grab his hips and turn him.  He is amazingly hairy all over, but his ass crack is a jungle.  My tongue burrows through it all, reveling in the wet hair on my lips and cheeks.  I find his pucker.  He gasps and beats his cock.
    “I’m gonna shoot.  You want it?” 
    I move fast enough to not waste a drop…
    *
    I am alone in the theatre.  I have watched the first half of Unrelenting Manhood, a Lucas Entertainment opus.  Very pretty men having very hot sex.  They can’t get enough of ass to mouth—which make me just as happy as the men on the screen.
    A pair of guys come in.  Strangers to me after this night of regulars. One is tall and thin and dark.  The other is short, average build, fair haired and acting as a tour guide.  “So there’s a straight side and a gay one.  You’ll like it in here better.”
    The tall one grunts and they sit down in the opposite corner from me.  We nod at each other.  They watch the movie.  The tall one’s jeans mound nicely.  The other guy feels it up.  “Nice,” he murmurs.  “Let me suck it.”
    The tall one makes no move to agree or to stop him.
    The smaller guy unzips him and pulls out a dick that is just as big as mine.  He makes sure I get a good eyeful of the big cock he’s about to suck.  The tall one closes his eyes.  (Shutting me out?  Or just to concentrate on the mouth on his dick?)
    But the smaller guy just strokes it.  It seems to have some extra skin, but it’s hard to tell if it’s truly uncut. 
    “Suck it, don’t maul it.”
    Instantly the smaller guy is taking the cock into his mouth.  He puts on a good show—deep throating it, licking his balls, sucking just the head and jerking the rest of the shaft.
    The tall one opens his eyes.
    “Looks like you have a big one, too.  Come here.”
    I go over.  He strokes my cock lightly as he continues to be serviced by the smaller blond.
    “Let him suck me.”
    I go to my knees and take his cock into him mouth.  The blond unzips and sticks a tiny dick into his partner’s mouth.  He has to stand on his toes to do it.  Soon he is joining me and we double suck the big dick.  We alternate who is on the shaft and who is on his balls. 
    Suddenly I feel a tug from the tall one.  “Let me taste that big dick.”  I stand up and let him suck me.  Honestly, he’s not very good.  But it’s hot to see my dick in his rugged face.  The smaller guy is happy to have me otherwise engaged. 
    The tall one shudders.  Did he cum?  Maybe, for they suddenly are standing up, zipping up and headed out the door.
    I am left with the finale of the movie. 
    It works out well.  I coordinate my messy release with Viktor Rom’s in the video.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Saturday Night at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 10, 2022
  24. FelchingPisser

    FP at FP

    By FelchingPisser,


    Leather Weekend
    I wanted to do one more post about the Fornication Party (or FP at FP as I wrote in my notes.) 
    So:
    As I drove away Sunday night, I made a mental list of things I might not mention in the detailing of the terrific sex I had over the four days:
    It was hot.  It reached 100 on the way down and was in the high 90’s every day at the campground. And humid.  And did I ever mention the gnats?  They swarmed and thought the best possible place to land was on your eyelashes.  A good reason to be in the pool.
    As soon as I hit a main road on the trip home there was a huge billboard that read “Abandon Lust.”  As if…
    Ray Dalton is a good cook.  There is something so satisfying about having hours of sex and then refueling.  Ray was the mastermind behind the midnight buffets that recharged our batteries.  I personally recommend his chicken and vegetable stew any time you can get it…
    I was incredible happy on my way home.  I decided to leave that evening as I wanted to get around Atlanta with as little traffic as possible.  Driving, I couldn’t stop smiling.  Or singing.  I had spent wonderful days with fun, handsome, intelligent men.  Yeah, the sex was great.  But the connection, the sharing, we all felt was even better…
    **
    A reader, who contacted me on Recon, was curious if I would right more about the seminars.   I do not want to talk in detail about what happened in them.  They were highly personal and I will not share that.  I perhaps appreciate what we talked about more now than I did at the moment.  I have rarely been in a group where we spoke so honestly.  To hear men talk about things they had never before verbalized was amazing and humbling.
    I don’t want to speak for Ray, but here are some of the takeaways I had.  Some are what he spoke about; some are the way I live my life:
     
    Work on knowing yourself.  The more you know (and the more you accept) your needs/wants/desires the more fulfilled you will be.
    There is something beautiful in everyone.   Find it, use it, celebrate it.  Move out of your comfort zone and play with a man who is not your usual type.  You have read so often in these posts how rewarding that can be.
    Age is a number.  Be as fit as you can be for better living and better sex.  Tool your exercise to fit where you are in your life.
    Take care of your health.  Be on top of your sexual health.  STI’s happen.  Take care of them and let others know who might be affected.  There is no shame here.  We are all brothers looking out for each other.
    Mental health, especially after the pandemic, is vital.  Seek guidance if you need to—there are so many outlets available now.
     
    **
    There was a photo shoot around the pool.
    PIC of guys.
    I was sitting behind them at first.  And snapped a couple.
    Ray’s butt
    Two guys
    And then this old guy was added.
    I do like how happy David looks kneeling in front of me….
     
    I am not reproducing the pictures here.  To find them, the porn guys and me go to:  From My Side of the Sling: FP at FP (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 7, 2022
     
  25. FelchingPisser
    Rural Georgia—June, 2022
     
    That Sunday night, there was one final gathering at the small play space.  It was to be hosted by RC and Dallas.  It was called a cocksucking party, and there was some of that, but anal sex was on almost every man’s mind…
     
    I arrive at the cabin right on time—and there are men waiting.  Ready and stroking.  There are number of new men who are just here for the day.  I ditch my shorts and shirt under the bench by the door.  RC and Dallas arrive.  Instantly men surround them.  And then Ray walks in, his thick cock poking out of the side of his green jock.  He sees me on the bench, pushing my clothes into the ‘no cum zone.’  He walks over and asks if I’d like to suck him.  I stretch wide and try.  Damn, I feel like I can’t cover my teeth so as not scrape to that thick cock head.  I finally give up and send him to a guy who has given me great head all weekend.
    Ethan, the hot assed Asian, who is in the cabin across from my tent, comes over and sucks me.  He is on all fours as I sit there, so I can’t take my eyes off his ass.  This afternoon, he was voted Best Ass in a contest by the pool—and I have to say he got my vote.  He slurps away at my dick, then looks up.  “Fuck me later?”
    I nod.
    I note that RC is alternating between giving head and receiving it.  He moves a little slower now, as this extra busy weekend winds down.  He is hard and focused on the men surrounding him.  Dallas is in the corner getting his feet worshipped by the host of that dinner party I attended—just as he’d done my feet.  Ethan grins and moves onto another dick.
    I get up and wander into the sling room.  I watch Ray fucking an older man.  I let two men take turns sucking on my cock.  When I look back at Ray, he is now fucking Ethan, not in the sling, but braced against the wall.  Both are groaning loudly.  I wander to the room with the fuckbench.  Dallas is there plowing a day-pass man.  The guy is Black, tall and thin and likely 50.  His hair is cropped close.  And he is talking filth as Dallas fuck him.
    I notice a couple who has attended all the gatherings.   The active one is a younger cub while his stroke-only partner is a big bear.  The Bear whispers in my ear: “Fuck my boy.  He’s wanted your dick all weekend.”
    Do I tell him I fucked him on Saturday night?  Naw, I just nod.  I bend the Cub over so he can hold on to the guy on the bench being fucked by Dallas.  I eat him out briefly and fuck him hard.   Dallas catches my eye and we fall into fucking in the same rhythm, our pelvises smacking the bare asses in front of us at the same time.  All four of men are groaning at the sex—both the feel and the visual of it.  The Bear strokes—in utter happiness as I use his boy…
    *
    I am fucking the tall thin Black guy in the main room as he holds onto one of the backs of the old pews.  But my eyes are now focused on a young man, 30-ish, with shoulder length long hair and a beard that hasn’t been cut or trimmed since his puberty began.  Ray is sucking his cock.  I hear the hairy guy tell Ray he wants his ass.  Ray hasn’t given it up (that I know of) all weekend.  Hairy Guy takes Ray out of sight into the sling room.  I look down at the guy I’m fucking.  He heard it, too.  We wind down our fuck as we both want to go into the sling room to watch.
    Ray is bent over, chest on the sling.  Hairy Guy is fucking him with authority.  There are half a dozen men stroking to the porn star taking dick.  One of them is Ethan.  I am right next to Hairy Guy.  He slows.  I go to my knees.  He pulls out of Ray—and I suck his just above average cock clean of all Ray’s ass juices.  I glance up.  Hairy Guy’s eyes are wide.  He tells me I should fuck Ray with my bigger dick.
    I eat Ray’s hole briefly.  Hairy Guy already has his dick up Ethan.  I stand up and sink in.  HG has opened him perfectly for me.   I have wanted to fuck Ray ever since I saw him in Dick Wadd’s Piss Break.  I fuck his accommodating hole.  It’s a good get-acquainted-with-my-cock fuck.  But he’s bent low for tall me.  Ray feels it, too.   
    We move, so Ray can brace himself against the wall, ass jutted towards me.  I slip back in.  It’s perfect.  The angle is just right.  We fuck.  Hard.  His ass never stops milking me.  His moans are music to my ears.  And he calls me a ‘filthy fucker’ which makes me very proud…
    *
    I have just finished fucking Ethan’s beautiful butt.  RC leads Dallas into the room.  “You will love this dick,” he tells Dallas, gesturing to me.  Dallas reminds him that he had me on Friday night.  But we both want a re-match, now that he can relax.  Dallas gets in the sling.  RC works his nipples and watches me eat out Dallas’ ass.  I enter him.  Inch by Inch.
    “Give it to him,” mumbles RC.
    I bottom out, my pubes grinding into his muscle ass. 
    Pause. 
    And fuck.  Slow and steady. 
    Dallas jerks a bit—then stops and just enjoys the ride.  I pick up speed.
    “I think he’s gonna breed him,” says someone in the room.
    And it’s true.  I could.  I try to push that thought away, but I can’t.
    I want to shoot in this hot man. 
    And suddenly I am.  Jizz spits out of my cock.
    I pause.
    I pull out and go to my knees.  I eat some of my load.
    The tall, thin Black man goes in next, churning my cum.  I stay on my knees and clean his dick of my jizz when he pulls out.  While I shot—I didn’t have a full-on orgasm.  I’m still hard.  And want release.  I slip into Dallas again. 
    “You have some more for me?” he asks.
    In just a few more thrusts, I do.  This time I collapse on his hot muscled chest.  His thick arms hold me in place in a terrific bear hug…
    *
    And that was Fornication.  I was packed and on the road home 30 minutes later.  I meant to stay—but I knew it couldn’t get any better.
    I will be writing one more post to talk a little about some overall impressions and the seminars.
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Sunday Group Finale (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  August 3, 2022

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