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

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    A Super Super Bowl Sunday

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    The Next Week at the Bookstore

    By FelchingPisser,


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

    "Go a Little Deeper..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    Grand Rapids—January, 2022
    There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again.  Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see.  But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again.  Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018.  We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississippi. 
    At the top of January I got a message on AssPig.  Kyle was coming back to Grand Rapids.  Could we have another session?  He had to play in the morning before checkout at his hotel, but I agreed.  The night before, the sling was ready to go and sitting in the living room.  I’d tossed some toys in my gym bag.  I was up early the next day, packed the car, sent him a text and hit the road.
    It began to snow.  Nothing horrible, but it slowed me down—and made visibility, as I pulled into Grand Rapids, hard.  I finally found the hotel, a little late for my appointed time and went in with just my gym bag.  The woman behind the desk was masked and greeted me with as much ice in her tone as what was on my windshield.  She asked me where I was going.  I blithely told her Kyle’s name and room number and went up to his floor.
    But there was no way I was carrying the two big clunky bags of the sling in past her withering glance. 
    Kyle greeted me at the door.  He looked much the same as I’d written a couple of years ago:  shaved head, goatee just beginning to go grey, around my age, about 5’ 9” with a body that is trim.  We hugged.  I told him the sling needed to stay in the car.  We made do, stripping a bed and getting some protective pads on it.  Kyle went to check his cleanout one more time as I stripped down to boots and jock…
     
    I lay out the toys I have brought—the egg-headed dildo, the speculum and the ass grommet.  Kyle comes back in, smiling.  He climbs up on the bed on all fours.  No oral here.  My cock is still in driving-in-the-cold-morning mode and staying plumped but at no more than at half mast. I know how to fix that.  I kneel and plant my face in his inviting ass crack.  He is still warm from the shower.  The heat feels wonderful—and his ass tastes even better.  I lick up and down his crack and then concentrate on his hole.  It opens easily for me.  I juice him up with as much saliva as I can muster.
    “You want this cock?”
    His answer is to take a hit of poppers.  I slap his ass with the now hard and greased up dick.  Once.  And then again.  I run my now drooling head up and down all the places I have been licking.  I prod at his hole. 
    And I’m inside. 
    I wait a moment and fuck all the way into him.  More poppers.  And I fuck him hard, with very deliberate strokes.  Opening his ass channel.  His butt can at one moment squeeze down on me and with the next, flower open.  He  is now open enough for me to quickly grease and add the dildo.  He likes the stretch of the head and how deep it goes.  He sighs as my cock joins the toy.
    I fuck, loving the wetness of his hole.  I can feel the ridged shaft of the toy teasing the underside of my cock.  Over and over.  I pull out and go back in, but under the toy—so my engorged cock head can feel the ridges.
    I try the grommet.  But it is not to Kyle’s taste.  He’s a depth over width guy—something I have forgotten.  I grease up my hands.  I work slowly and methodically to creep into him.  My middle finger finally finds the way to his ‘second hole’ and I finger it.  Kyle shakes.  And has a tremendous anal orgasm.  His whole body quakes.  Semen drools from his dick.
    We stop for a moment. 
    Then—“Do it again,” Kyle moans.
    And I do it again—my left hand snaking into him…
    *
    We change up and try fisting on his back.  Not as good.
    We go back to his knees—and I do another round of hand play.
    We take a break.  He wants to spoon on the bed, so we do.  Soon it moves to him stroking my cock.  My hand lazily explores his sloppy hole.
    “Go a little deeper,” he breathes in my ear. 
    It is a slightly odd position, coming in across his body, but I am suddenly all the way inside him.  His ass lips snap around my wrist.  Kyle contorts and grinds down on my wrist.  This assgasm is just as strong—quaking deep inside him and with cum running from his cock…
     
    The original, which includes a link to our first meet, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Go a Little Deeper..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    March 9. 2022
  8. FelchingPisser

    Trading Loads at the Bookstore

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—January, 2022
    After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened.  I returned at the very end of the month.  The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars.  It was crowded…
     
    I make the tour of the entire lounge.  There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action.  I go to the alcove in the gay area.  Both chairs are empty and I sit in the one that puts my back to the hallway.  The bigger gay section has one man in it who I recognize and remember that I have never see him engage in any kind of play here.
    I unzip and pull it out.  This spooks the guy in the bigger area.  He stands up and leaves.  The porn here is average, but I am horny.  My cock stands right up.  I keep hearing the main door open and close.  I am guessing a lot of men are taking it to the booths downstairs to suck or fuck. I have been aware of men making the same circuit I had done—but my dick has failed to tempt anyone.
    I stroke some more.  I consider buying a ticket to the booths, but I remember hating how little room there is to play in them.  So I stay.  And stroke.
    A man has come in.  He shows himself for a half second as he looks at my dick.  He’s masked.  Likely my age.  Decent body under the winter coat.  He seems to be gone again.  I stroke.  And then I feel it.  A hard cock is prodding my shoulder.
    I turn slightly.  It’s Mr. Mask.  His just over average white dick is the one poking my shoulder blade.  I hunker down slightly in my seat, take off my mask and begin to suck him.  The guy groans—just barely audible.  He begins a thrusting action into my mouth.  His cock is dripping precum like crazy.  I know he’s going to blow his load as fast as he can before he’s ‘caught’ by some wandering guy.
    And I’m right.  Mr. Mask grabs the back of my head and holds me in place.  His cock doesn’t exactly explode with jizz—it sort of oozes out the cum.  But it’s a big load.  He seems to think it’s the best sex ever.  He pats me on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.
    *
    I am alone for a little while.  Then I zip up and make the tour again.  The talkative Latino with the problematic clean out has arrived.  We chat a little.  He goes to the booths and I go back to the alcove.  This time I’m in the opposite chair—so I can see all the traffic arriving to the two gay video areas.  A 30-something white guy with a terrific beard comes in.  He sits in the chair I was in before.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick.
    “I’d really like to suck that cock.  Please?”
    I nod.  He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs.  He takes me to the root the moment his lips touch me.
    I inhale deeply.  Fuck!  He’s good.  Silky mouth.  Effortless deep throat.  Thick, active tongue.  The beard on my balls. 
    “Damn, you’re good,” I tell him.  “I don’t say that very often…”
    He grunts, pleased.  The noise in his throat sends tingles through the length of my cock.
    The Latino arrives.  He knows this guy devouring my dick.  He says so and tells me I must be enjoying it.  Then he kneels behind the guy, pulls the cocksuckers unbuttoned pants down, exposing his hairy ass.  The Latino proceeds to rim him.
    Fuck.  I want that ass.  With either my tongue or cock, I don’t care which.  The Latino soon tires of the rimjob—when he realizes, even with the extra stimulation, I’m not going to blow a load easily.  He takes off.
    My cocksucker needs to get off his knees, too.  He stands.  He moves to the couch in the bigger room.  He sits, with his pants around his ankles.  “Let me blow you some more—I want your load.”
    I walk over and feed him my dick.  The bearded sucker has a nice thick cut cock himself.  I still want his ass and decide to see if I can get it.  I finally pull out of his mouth.  He leans back on the couch.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  I manage to wet my middle finger as I start to suck and it begins to worm into the sucker’s tight, hairy hole.  He gasps—but he doesn’t tell me to stop.
    I am already at the first knuckle of my long bony finger.  He is breathing fast.  ‘Come on,’ I think, ‘say you’d rather have my dick in there.’  I move to licking his balls.  He strokes his own cock and my entire finger slides into him.  “Oh, fuck me,” he whispers.
    My head comes up—just in time to catch his explosion of cum.  I swallow all of it, letting my finger slide out of his ass.
    He grins, cleans up, thanks me and says he may be back for more.
    I go eat my lunch out in my car…
    *
    It is likely 45 minutes since the cum appetizer and then my sandwich.  I am back in the chair in the alcove—the one with the view.  I have a fat, uncut cock in my mouth belonging to this guy who looks like he drives truck.  He is constantly telling me:  “I’m gonna give you my load.  Be ready for it.  My big load…” and so on.
    There is movement behind us.  It’s the bearded cocksucker.  He has come back.  He goes for my exposed, neglected dick while I continue to suck.  The writings on the wall—with his great mouth and a thick, dripping, foreskinned cock in my mouth, I will be shooting like a fucking adolescent. 
    I concentrate on servicing the guy in my mouth—but the cocksucker is so good, I can’t quite do it.  I can feel my balls tighten.  I work harder on the guy in my mouth.  He seems close.  It would be perfect if we could blast at the same time.  I try hard to make that happen.
    But it’s too much.  I erupt deep in the bearded guy’s throat.  The trucker-type pulls out of my mouth as I convulse and hang onto the bearded guy’s head.  The bearded cocksucker stays there, just working his throat—milking me dry.
    I finally have to pull out.  I am actually speechless.  And panting.
    Bearded cocksucker comes up, I think to kiss me.   But it’s not my mouth—it’s to take the Trucker’s load down his throat, so it doesn’t spew all over my chest…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Trading Loads at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2022.
  9. FelchingPisser

    "Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Jackson—January, 2022
    I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state.  I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore.  I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be…
     
    It’s Saturday afternoon.  The parking lot is busy.  The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected.  I go in and buy my ticket for the lounge—where there are six or seven viewing stations for different types of porn.
    “Sure you don’t want the combo—so you can use the booths downstairs?”
    I assure her that the lounge is fine.  She sighs.  I have seemingly offended her.  I smile and go in.  After all the sunshine on the snow outside, it seems darker than usual in here.  At first glance, I don’t see very many men—maybe that’s why she was trying to send me downstairs to the booths.  I make the tour to see.  There is one man watching the Trans porn. No one at the straight flicks or the all girl video.  There is an older guy watching young men fuck women older than 50.  The bondage screen has no viewers.  I go down the long hallway to the gay area—where there are two screens.  One man is in the larger room and another in the smaller alcove.  And I know one of them—socially but not sexually.  We nod to each other.  He quickly puts away his cock and heads to another area.
    I sit in the bigger room.  I unbutton and stroke.  The porn is indifferent.  I hear the door to the lounge squeak open and shut.  I wait as the man makes the same rounds I did.  He arrives.  He looks at me and unzips before sitting in a chair to my left.  It’s the Marathoner:  the runner who is a huge cocked top, but loves me to eat his ass as he strokes.
    We nod to each other.  His cock is likely only half an inch longer than me, but he is much thicker.  The few times I have tried to suck it, I am feel like I am all teeth on him—there is no way to cover them with my lips, my mouth is so stretched.  But he doesn’t really want that from me anyway…
    He stands up and feeds me his dickhead just long enough to get it wet.  He turns and bends—his ass inches from my face.  It is a muscle butt. He is obviously still running.  I poke my tongue dead center of his pucker.  He gasps and strokes harder.
    “You’re the only guy who eats me…” he whispers from under his mask.
    I go to town.  I am up and down his fairly hairy crack.  Each time I pass his hole I jab it with my tongue.  And it’s beginning to open for me.  I am leaning across the arm of a sofa to get at him.  I can connect—but it’s awkward.  He finally senses it and comes around front so I can have better access.  I spit and prod and lick. 
    The man from the small room has come out to stroke and watch.  The Marathoner does not like this.  He gives him a withering stare and the guy returns to his porn.  I hold on to the Marathoner’s hips and begin tongue fucking him.  He is stroking his cock and moaning loudly.
    Suddenly he pulls away from me.  I think he must be about to shoot.  No.  He is trying to sit on my super hard cock.  What the fuck!?  He prods himself with me four or five times.  I don’t ever go in—but it makes his hole open up. Then he repositions himself for more licking.  Fuck.  I can taste my precum on his hole.  The old Marathoner would freak out if he knew that.  I know he’s on PrEP now—is he occasionally bottoming?
    I stroke my wetter cock and continue to rim.  I find my lube bottle and lube my dick for better stroking.   Suddenly he pulls away again and does the same bounce on me.  He groans in the back of his throat with each bounce. My cockhead is going farther into him.  He groans.  I am about to enter him…
    And a guy walks into our room.  The Marathoner is off my cock and out of the room, doing up his pants as he goes.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.
    *
    I have moved to the Trans porn.  The Latino who I met here and who came to the house (but could never get clean) is giving me head.  His mouth is great today.  I idly wonder if he can taste the Marathoner’s hole on me.
    He asks if I want to fuck him.  I decline…and he goes off to the arcade downstairs.
    *
    I move to the small gay area.  It is a good 20 minutes since I have seen anyone else.  A young blond in a baseball cap comes in.  College age and slender.  He looks at my cock and sits in the chair on the other side of the room.  He pulls out a slender six incher.  I stroke to the porn, he strokes to me.  He has gotten rid of his winter coat before sitting down.  But now he stands up and gets rid of his shirt.  Then his pants—all tossed in a pile on the floor.  He is now in nothing but thick socks and underwear pulled down under his balls for stroking freedom.
    We stroke.  Now we are eyeing each other, not the porn.
    “Daddy, can I suck you?”
    I nod.
    He gets on all fours and crawls between my legs.  His ass is a true bubble butt, straining against the tightness of the fabric.
    “Lick my balls first,” I tell him.
    He does.  With lots of spittle left behind.
    He works his way up my shaft, ovals and proceeds to give me really good head.—but we both know what the other wants.
    “Fuck me?”
    “Sure.”
    “I hope you don’t use condoms—I want you raw.”
    This makes my cock drool.  I let him lick it off before I stand up.  He gets rid of the underwear and kneels in the chair I was sitting in, presenting his 20-something ass to me.  I kneel and lick it.  This makes him moan.  He is very lightly haired—nothing in the crack, just a light fuzz circling his hole.  Totally the opposite from the Marathoner—which turns me on even more.
    “Stick your raw dick in me.”
    I stand up and slap my cock on his wet crack.
    “Give it to me,” he moans.
    I prod his hole.  Just the slightest pressure of my cock head makes it flower open.  The boy obviously likes anal.  “You like dick in your hole, don’t you?”
    “Only raw dick, Daddy.  And only from real men.”
    I have sunk halfway into him.  He stops talking and begins panting.   I work the rest of me into him. 
    “Fuck…” he hisses.  “So much cock…”
    And it’s true.  He is filled.  The look of his butt taking me fully is intoxicating.  I begin to fuck.
    “Do it.  Fuck me.  Fill me.”
    It becomes a chant for him.  A piece of the phrase on every stroke of my cock.
    “Do it.”
    I grind my pubes into his hairless butt and pull almost all the way out.
    “Fuck me.”
    I pick up the tempo.  I know this is not going to be a long fuck.
    “Fill me.”
    “That what you want?”
    “Cum in me.  Make me yours…”
    I am damn close.  I fuck him faster.  Suddenly his ass clamps down on me.  He squeals as he unloads his balls all over the seat of the chair. 
    “FILL ME!”
    And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  Giving him just what he wanted…
     
    The original is here, with a good cock pic of me:  From My Side of the Sling: “Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 6, 2022.
  10. FelchingPisser
    West Michigan—January, 2022
    Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month.  The pandemic has totally destroyed that.  We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet.   In the middle of January, we decided to get back together.  It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off. 
    We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune.  Derrick and I were dressed—and Jacob was in full rubber with a zip that could open the suit to get to his ass.  We drank tea and caught up.  And I kept imagining opening that zipper and feasting on Jacob’s hairy ass.
    Eventually, we moved from the living room to the den, where porn was playing.  Derrick and I shed our clothes and sat next to each other on the couch.  Jacob knelt before us, now having added a rubber head piece that covered his head and eyes—leaving just his mouth open.  Derrick moved his head over to my thickening cock…
     
    “Suck him.  Get him hard.”
    Jacob is eager.  He opens wide.  And takes most of my cock deep into his throat.
    He pulls off.  “I forgot how big that is…” he murmurs and goes back down on me.  This time to the root.  His days of not being able to take all of me are long over.  He goes down on me two or three more times before I move his mouth to my balls—and then to Derrick’s dripping dick.
    I go to the floor.  I unzip the ass crack of his suit.  Jacob re-adjusts his kneeling position to give me easier access.  I lean forward and taste his ass for the first time in months.  He is damp from the suit—and tastes salty and wonderful.  I dig in and spit on his pucker as he noisily sucks his partner. 
    I have to fuck him.  I lube myself as I eat him out.  The suit is tight—it is keeping his ass cheeks quite close together.  I rear up—and enter him.  I feel the zipper teeth scrape me a little, but it’s worth it to sink into him.  Jacob stops sucking for a minute as I stop moving.  He pants—and when he goes back to sucking Derrick, I know I can continue the fuck.
    I do.  Not for long. But it’s a hot sight to see my very white cock plow into the black rubber stretched so tightly across his ass.
    “Let’s make this easier.”  Derrick stands up and gets the thin bench they use in this room.  I pull out and help Jacob up.  Derrick and I both guide the sightless Jacob him to the bench and get him in place.  Derrick stands at the front and feeds his boy his cock.  I go back to a little rimming, while I re-lube.  I stand up and, while still tighter due to the suit, it is an easier access.
    I fuck him—hard enough to really push him down on Derrick’s dick. 
    We only stop when his knees get tired.
    “Why don’t you lose the suit and see how warm it is downstairs,” suggests Derrick.  Jacob leaves us together to wriggle out of it in the shower.  Derrick and I embrace.  He sucks my cock—loving the taste of Jacob’s ass all over it.  Then he climbs on the bench.  I lick up and down his ass crack before zeroing in on his hole. 
    He squirms in pleasure.  “Go easy on me—it’s been a long time.”
    I stand up.  I slide in, wait and begin the stroke.  Derrick bucks back on me.  He meets each thrust.  The small room is filled with the sound of my slender hips slapping into his full ass.  Jacob arrives and watches, nodding approvingly.  “Take it all!”
    Derrick needs to move.  We grab more water and go down to their delightfully overstocked playroom.  Things have changed slightly.  The sling, hung from the rafters, has shifted 90 degrees, so I am standing at the foot of it with a lot more space around me.  Jacob, naked now, hops in first.
    I eat him again.
    I fuck him again.
    I grease up my left hand as I fuck.  I move from my dick deep inside him to three of my fingers, barely breaking the fucking motion.  Soon enough it is my whole left hand.
    “Are you going to add your cock, too?”
    I nod.  I leave my hand in place and my cock slide down my wrist.  The fat head goes in easily.  My fingers open inside him and my shaft fucks between my middle and fourth fingers.  Jacob groans.  Derrick, sitting to the side, watching my every move, gropes himself.  I pull my dick out.  Then my hand.
    I go right back in.  Hand.  Cock.  Fuck my fist deep in Jacob.  I grease up the right.  I reverse it all.  Right.  Cock.  And fuck that fist.  Jacob can’t keep his hand off his cock. Watching me use his ass in the mirror above is making him stiffen up.
    “Can you find me a small dildo,” I ask Derrick.  He brings back something I would not remotely call small.  I grease it up and work it slowly into Jacob. Jacob pants and his erection subsides.  I move it in a slow rotation, making him feel the stretch.
     “I want something small enough I can use it to double fuck him.”  Derrick arrives with another toy.  The perfect size—a nice seven inch dick.  It is greased and inserted.  I add myself.  Jacob’s eyes tell the story as my cock supersizes his hole.
    Soon enough I go back to just my hands.  One and then the other.  At one moment, I am close to getting them both in at once. 
    “Break,” pants Jacob.  I clean up a little and help him out of the sling.  He goes off to get rid of the extra lube and Derrick takes his place. 
    “Do you need a break?” he asks.  (We have been going all afternoon.)
    I shake my head and kneel to taste his fucked ass.  He groans—and asks for some lube for his cock.  I give him my bottle, never taking my mouth away from his ass crack.  Once I get my fill—and make my cock rock hard again—I stand up and fuck him.  I love watching Derrick’s eyes roll up into the back of his head.  He stops stroking to concentrate on the sensations I am creating in his ass.  His eyes come back into focus and to the mirror above him.  He watches my cock split his ass in two.
    I slow down.  Pull out.  Grease up my left. It takes me longer to get into Derrick.  I am guessing he hasn’t had as much ass play during the lockdown.  But I finally get in.
    “Add your cock…”
    I nod.  He’s read my mind.  My wet dick slides down my wrist and goes into him as well.  I try to keep my hand a fist inside, but it feels better to have it open and to fuck between my fingers.
    Jacob returns.  He loves seeing Derrick used—and knows just what his partner is feeling.  I fuck a little with just my dick.  I start working the right hand into him.  Jacob knows what is needed.  He covers Derrick’s nose and mouth with his fragrant armpit.  It works like poppers—my hand is all but pulled into place.  I add my cock and fuck.
    Soon I move to just hands.  Back and forth.  Derrick groans.
    He has suddenly had enough stretch.  We stop.
    Derrick asks how he can get me off—but we all agree that dinner sounds better…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  March 3, 2022
  11. FelchingPisser

    Using Ross on Bed and Sling

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    North of Home—January, 2022
    My first play of the New Year was with Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud.  What a great way to start 2022.  I went up to his house with my sling and a few toys…
     
    I am standing, booted and jocked, on the tarp I have slipped under the sling to protect his bedroom floor.  Ross is sitting on his bed—which has an old throw over it.  He is naked.  Waiting.  Expectantly. 
    “Get down here and suck my cock.”  It’s a command—but soft, almost under my breath.  Ross slips to the floor, and kneels between my boots.  His hands go instinctively behind his back as he inhales the aroma of the slightly used jock.  My dick is plumping, just at the thought.  Ross pulls back the fabric and swallows all of me, while I’m still more soft than hard.  He doesn’t move his lips.  Just his throat muscles tighten, massaging my dick.  I harden right up—deep inside him.  I finally have to pull out of him, it’s so tight.
    Ross proceeds to suck me in a more traditional way.  Lots of tongue on the head.  Lips on the shaft.  A nuzzle and tonguing of my testicles.
    “Get under my balls.”  I pull my cock up and let him crane his head around to tongue my not so secret spot where the cock ring cuts into my nut sack.  I sigh—letting him know he has done a good job.
    “Up on the bed.”  He crawls up and into classic doggy.  “On your back—I’m not done with your mouth yet.” Ross rolls over and spins, so his head is hanging over the side.  I stand astride his face—at perfect skull fucking position.  I slap his chin first.  He opens and sticks out his tongue.  I slap it a couple of times—than wipe my drooling dick on his tongue to give him my precum.  I let him swallow—and, as he opens again, I am fucking his face.  Just half my cock for about 6 strokes.  Then I surprise him with a deep thrust or two.  He sputters but takes me.  Loving it.  Wanting more.  So I oblige.
    This time I fuck slower—but deeper.  I make him gag.  A sound we both love.  I pull out after I do it a second time and make him lick my balls from underneath.  Then I pivot and let him briefly lick my ass as it hovers over him.  He burrows in happily as I sigh.
    “I want to fuck you.  Here—from behind.”
    Ross moves to present his ass to me again.  I fall to my knees and eat him out.  His hole flowers open with my insistent tonguing.  I don’t linger—I really want to fuck.  I stand up and give him my cock for the fist of countless times over the next few hours…
    *
    Ross is in the sling.  But not the usual way.  He is standing on the floor, his chest to the leather.  His legs are spread wide.  I am eating him out.  His ass is very wet after that first fuck.  I savor and swallow the ass jizz. 
    I stand up.  My cock goes directly into his puffy hole.  I fuck.  Hard and fast.  His ass is wet—and making the most delightful sounds.  I pause in my fucking and without needing to totally disengage, I can reach the egg-headed dildo on the bedside table behind me.  Now the dick comes out of him, just as the toy glides in.  Ross does an intake of breath.  I fuck him with that for a moment.  Then I push the toy down and push my cock in with it—sliding along the ribbed shaft of the toy. 
    Ross is now very full.  I pause.  And then, leaving the toy all the way in him, fuck him as hard as I have yet today.  I fuck him until his legs start to give out—our cue to move around and get him in the sling the usual way.  Once his feet are in the stirrups, the toy goes back in and so does my cock.  I love how tight it makes Ross feel.
    I pull out.  Me first, then the toy.  I eat his hole a little as I stroke my cock.  Yup, I need to piss.  I have not hydrated extensively on the journey up, but I sure need to now.  I stand up and hose his ass crack with my pale yellow stream.  As the piss peters out, I move my cock head inside him, giving his ass a slight shower.  I go to my knees and clean up all the droplets hanging on to the hair in his crack and on his balls.  Just licking him hardens me right back up. 
    I fuck.
    I grab the ass grommet--the toy that adds thickness to my already thick meat.  I slide inside, my cock head poking out the other end of the rubber.  He takes my new girth after two preliminary thrusts.
    “That is incredible,” he sighs. “I feel so full.”
    *
    “Put this on.”  I hand him my leather blindfold with the fleece lining.  He gets it in place and lies back in the sling, expectantly.  I fuck him.  I rim him.  I work his nipples with fingers, then tongue, then teeth.  I fuck my piss flavored dick into his mouth.  (It helps being tall!)  I piss on his crack.  Lick it up and fuck him.  I take some cold water into my mouth and dribble that down him as well.  All about contrast.  Not knowing what is coming next or where.
    We flip.  I get in the sling and he spends a lot of time licking my balls and ass crack.   He buries his face and tongue eagerly into me.  I stop stroking and concentrate.  I have just enough piss left to run out of my cock, across my balls and down the cleft of my ass where he is currently tonguing.  He redoubles his efforts to get every drop off me.
    *
    I have used the speculum on him.
    I have been fisting him for the last 15 minutes or so after the medical toy’s stretch.
    Fist.
    Fuck.
    Fist and fuck together.
    Fuck.
    Piss.
    Rim.
    Fuck.
    I am getting close.  He has tried to give me all of his rosebud into my mouth a couple of times on previous rimming moments, but I have asked to wait for that until it has my load all over it.  Just thinking that thought again makes my balls tighten.
    “You want my load?”
    “You know I do.”
    “You gonna fuck my mouth with your rosebud?”
    He groans out some sort of affirmative.
    I look down at my cock and how his ass lips cling to it. 
    And that’s it.  I blast into him.  Spurt after spurt.
    I marinate for a long moment, catching my breath.  Then I go to my knees.  I lick up the cum I have pulled out.  I oval my mouth and he begins to fill it.  He is fucking my mouth with his prolapse as I lick up my cum and swallow…
    Though saving a taste for him…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Using Ross on Bed and Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  February 27, 2022
  12. FelchingPisser
    North of Me—December, 2021
    As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years.  Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex.  I do like some time to elapse before writing.  It lets the events marinate in my mind.  I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time.
     (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.)
    Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year.  I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear.  I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement.  Mine was the third sling.  They were all in a row at one end of the wood  paneled room.  Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down.  He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight.  He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set.  This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat.  I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported.  (I needn’t have bothered.  The slings were the place to be…)
    Five more men were expected.  They began to arrive.  Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well.  We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger.  The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again.  It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play.  After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped.  I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches…
     
    It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging.  I have the Ginger Bear in the sling.  In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist.  I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips.  It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. 
    Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear.  I pull out and grease up my left.  It is always an easy entry with GB.  We know each other well.  He relaxes and I glide into place.  I pull out and add my dick in with my hand.  The top next to us likes this move a lot.  I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear.
    The flogging has stopped.  The top was too hard too fast.  He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling.  On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right.  It is slower going.
    I pull my dick out and kneel.  I grease up both hands now.  The left goes in.  I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time.  GB loves each extra stretch. 
    The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs.  The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated.  They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. 
    This inspires me to try my right hand.  I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in.  I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles.  I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again.  Success.  My right sinks into place.  I pull out and do it again.
    “Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear.  I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen.  I clean him up with paper towels.  I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner.
    *
    After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo.    He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night.  I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. 
    It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms.  He walks away, spent and happy.
    The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling.  I watch the older man fuck him for a moment.  My cock gets very hard.  They both notice—and both want me to take a turn.  I move in.  The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest.  He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool.
    I lock eyes with him.  “You want my cock up your ass?”
    “Fuck, yeah.  You look huge.”
    “Fuck him,” says the other top.
    Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking.
    This makes the top very happy.  “Taste my cock juice in there?”
    I grunt.  (I can’t, but it still tastes good.)
    I spit one last time into the guy and stand up.  My cock head slaps his balls.  I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And I slide right in.  He really wants me.  And he has me.  Balls deep.
    “Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass.
    “Oh!  Fuck!!  You feel great…”
    I am standing still, not moving a muscle.  Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him.
    “Fuck me,” he breathes.
    And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast.  His ass is a natural.  He loves squeezing down on me.  I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. 
    He pushes right in and continues the fuck.  I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too.  I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. 
    “Shit…”
    “Do the work.  I’m standing still.”
    He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him.  It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does.  It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. 
    We change around again.  I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass.  I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest…
    *
    We go up for dessert.
    I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass.  He could take bigger toys, but not a fist.  He’s eager to try me.  Down we go, back to the sling.
    I do the same distraction method.  Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching.  And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  February 24, 2022
     
     
  13. FelchingPisser

    Keshawn Takes the Loads

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    Indianapolis—December, 2021
    A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy.   We both had an itch that needed to be scratched.  I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car.
    I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar.  (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay Towers, I have had my cock deep inside.)  I slid the tarp under the sling to protect his carpet and we were ready to go…
     
    Keshawn stands in front of the couch.  I sit on it to tie my boots.  His huge cock slaps me in the face.  I forget my laces and take him into my mouth.  Fuck, he is so damn thick I feel like I can’t help but scrape him with my teeth—my mouth is stretched so wide open.  But he doesn’t seem to care—or he’s used to it.  He moans as I tongue his piss slit.  I take maybe half of his dick down my throat—I just can’t do more.
    He pulls out, kneels between my legs and sucks my drooling cock.  I lean back and close my eyes, letting the tensions of the three hour drive evaporate.  Keshawn doesn’t forget my balls.  He gets them good and wet.
    “Let me eat your ass,” I finally murmur.
    He heads for the sling, but I tell him to bend over the back of the couch.  He bends, watching the men on the big screen TV.  I kneel, pull his generous black cheeks apart and drill into his warm hole.
    “Oh, fuck…”
    His hole is so ready for me—just a few pokes of my tongue and he is flowering open.  But I don’t stop.  I lick and spit until Keshawn is groaning.  Only then do I stand up and work my greased cock into him.  He could just take it, his hole is so ready, but I want him to feel every inch as I push it into him.  I stop and pull back each time—giving him just a little more on the forward stroke.  His mouth may not be begging for all of it—but his ass sure is—it greedily takes every inch I give it.
    Finally, I bottom out, my overgrown bush grinding against his ass lips. 
    “Fuck me!”
    I oblige.  Slow and long strokes—letting both of us savor it all.  But I can’t help myself.  I am soon fucking much faster—actually in time with one of the hairy, hot tops on the screen.   I slow down and pull out.  I taste his hole again.  He is so damn juicy—already.  I savor it and swallow.
    “Let’s do the sling.”
    I get Keshawn into the stirrups.  I love looking at his long, lanky body lying there.  I go to my knees and eat his hole briefly.  I can get my tongue in so much deeper with him on his back.  But soon my cock replaces it.  I thrust hard and fast—truly jack rabbiting his puffy hole.  Keshawn’s breathing is as hard and heavy as my own as I pump into him.  His hand strokes his never soft cock. 
    I slow down.  I change to a very deliberate stroke—only giving him half my length repeatedly and then surprising him with the whole shaft.  Each time I give him the full length he groans—and his hand stops flogging himself. 
    His ass is getting wetter.  I have to stop and taste him again.   I lick and spit some back into him.  I lick his ass jizz out again and this time I swallow it down.  I stick my cock back in his wet mancunt, get it good and wet and take it to his mouth.  He licks me clean, craning half of his upper body out of the sling.
    “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you…”
    I go back and fuck him, hard and fast…
    *
    I want his ass in a different position.  I unhook the stirrups and move them down his leg from his ankle to his knee.  Then I pull his leg towards his chest and hook the stirrup next to his head.  I do the same to his other leg.  I kneel and rim him deep.  Again, the change of position allows for even more access.  Keshawn is stroking hard.  I stand up and fuck him.  Balls deep on every stroke.  He grunts on every hard thrust.  He is loving it.  His moans are the kind that make me work even harder.
    I relax his legs to the regular sling position.  The other is great—but tiring, even for the really flexible.  Once in place, I let him hit the poppers before I fuck him again.  Just as hard.  Listening to the steady smack on my hips on his generous ass cheeks.  Over.  And over.
    Keshawn groans—and shoots a massive load all over himself.  I pull out and bend to taste some of it.  Then I coat my cock with his cum.  “Can you keep going?”
    “Yes...”
    “I am fucking your cum into you.  Take it.”  I have smeared vast amounts of jizz on my rampant cock.  I look down and see it froth around his ass lips.  Keshawn takes it like a man—but I can see the post orgasm fuck is harder for him.  I take a hit of his poppers.  I kneel and lick all the cum off the outside of his hole.  I stand up and sink into him.  I am firing off instantly—replacing all his jizz with a large load of my own…
    And the largest snow of December dumped on me for the last two hours of my trip home…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  February 20, 2022
  14. FelchingPisser

    "Get Me Ready for Your Cock"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—December, 2021
    We had talked for a bit on one of the hook up sites.  Perry and I seemed to be quite in tune for a session in my playroom.  We talked about some limits.  We spoke of kinks.  We met on Boxing Day…
     
    I am half sitting/half leaning against the top piece of the fuck bench as I watch Perry strip.  I like what I see.  He is a good 10 years younger than I, and beefy as opposed to a bear. He is not quite my height.  As he bends to find his red jock, my cock stirs in my own jock pouch.  I can’t wait to get into him. 
    Perry steps into the jock and looks at me.
    “Come here.”  I point to the padded floor between my splayed legs.  He kneels.  He takes me out of the jock, sighs and begins not on my drooling cock head—but by licking my balls.  It’s my turn to sigh.  I knew he’d been reading the blog—and he’s remembered how much I like my balls tongued.  I give my cock an occasional stroke while his tongue seems to find every millimeter of my ball sack.
    Slowly, his tongue finally leaves my nuts and finds my wet cock head.  He spends just as much time sucking my dick.   This makes me so ready to taste his hole—and I tell him so.  We move around to get him on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, pull his generous cheeks apart and then drill my tongue into his pucker.
    “Fuck, yeah.   Get me ready for your cock.” 
    I slobber into his hole.  Moaning.  His tight hole relaxes with each thrust of my tongue.  I lube my cock up as I do it.  Spit some more—and then I stand, my wet cock slapping his exposed asshole.
    “Fuck me…”
    My cockhead enters him before he finishes the phrase.  I am literally sucked in until I am balls deep.  I give him a moment…and begin the first of countless fucks over the next few hours.  He is tight and wet—and hungry.  He pushes back to meet me, squeezing down on my cock.
    I pull out.  I am hungry to taste his hole again, now that it’s had a cock in it.  It doesn’t disappoint—he is a self-luber and I love the beginnings of his ass slime on my tongue.  It makes me fuck him again.  Harder.  Faster.  Longer.  He rears up on the bench to look at himself in the mirror.  Our eyes connect and he grins before muttering “Fuck me harder.”
    I do.
    We move to the sling.  I eat his hole briefly—but I am too eager to fuck him again.  I do a slow, deliberate fuck—to let him feel me invade every inch my cock can reach.  Perry’s eyes have just found the mirror above the sling.  He groans in the back of his throat and begins to pant.  This makes me pick up speed.  I begin thrusting deep and hard.  The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room…
    *
    “Let me put this on you.”  I have the blindfold in my hand.  “You have watched it all—now it’s time to just feel it.”  I let out the strap and buckle it in place.  He looks hot—blindfolded and content—waiting patiently for me to do anything to him.  “I do this for I never want you to know where I will be next…”  My fingers lightly graze his nipples.  One hand runs down his chest and touches his cock mounded in the jock pouch.  The other hand bears down on his nipple, working it hard.  My tongue soon replaces my hand on his nipple—I lick lightly.  Teeth are applied—just grazingly.
    I move to his ass.  I slap his pouch with my hard cock.  I fuck him, briefly.  I kneel and rim him again.  I take a sip of cold water and spray it over his ass crack.  He gasps—and I lick it all up.  I do it again. 
    I fuck him.
    I go back to rimming extra juicy hole.  I do the cold water spit one more time.  I let it drip off him as I stand up.  Suddenly I am pissing his ass crack—the hot piss totaling changing the temperature of his ass.  I kneel and lick it up, savoring the taste.
    I fuck him.  I give him a piss spurt as I pull out—so it’s not too deep in his hole.  “Push it out,” I tell him as I kneel.  He does and I swallow it down…
    *
    It’s my turn in the sling.  Perry sits on the chair and licks my balls as I lazily jack my dick.  Occasionally his mouth replaces my hand—but it is mostly about getting my balls incredibly wet.  When they are—we change places and I fuck him again.  We both love the sound my wet testicles make as they slap his upturned ass.
    “Let’s try this.”  I grab the speculum.  His hole is gaping enough now it slides right in.  I crank it.  After each turn of the key, my finger snakes in and finds his prostate.  His cock is drooling under the fabric—making a stain.  I continue until it is wide enough for me to add my cock.  Perry watches me enter him in the mirror above.  He groans and closes his eyes.
    “So full…” he mutters.
    I fuck him for quite some time, loving how the medical device changes the feel of his butt.  Finally I crank it shut.  I slide the slender butt plug in him as I show the speculum to him.  I splay the sides open so he can see how far he was stretched.
    “Please breed me…”
    I set the speculum on the towel under the sling and add the butt plug to it.  My tongue finds his hole.  I rim him with intensity.  My cock rears up—dripping precum.
    “I want your cum, man.”
    I stand up.  I enter him.  The switch has been flipped.  I am all about myself now.  My need to breed.  I fuck him hard.  He vocally eggs me on.  I grab the upper cross pieces of the sling frame.  I fuck a couple of more strokes.  And my cock begins to fire…
     
    The original, with comments from the bottom, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: "Get Me Ready for Your Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 13, 2022
  15. FelchingPisser

    FFist, FFun and FFellowship

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    North of Me—December, 2021
    The Ginger Bear and I decided to do a brief meet in the run up to Christmas.  I went north in time to arrive in the middle of the afternoon…
     
    The sling is still in the basement.  I am glad the space heater is running.  I drop off my bag and go back upstairs to wait as the Ginger Bear does a last rinse.  When he joins me in the living room, we stay upstairs talking about this and that before we head down a flight. 
    Damn. 
    The space heater has thrown a breaker and it’s quite chilly.  I toggle it back in place before I strip.  I get my boots back on in a hurry—the floor is cold. I add the jock simply to keep my lube in the waistband.  I kneel and lick his fresh from the shower ass crack, concentrating on opening his pucker. 
    I am soon fucking that hole.  Hard.  I have brought the eggheaded dildo.  I add it—and my cock.  I love how it tightens up any hole.  We fuck for a bit, me holding on to the top of the sling frame and letting my hips do the work.
    I do some speculum spreading before the first hand goes in.  I crank it open—and add my cock.  I watch his eyes roll back in his head.
    The Ginger Bear is always twisting his nipples no matter what it is I am doing to his ass.  This trip I have brought some nipple forceps.  They go on with a nice intake of breath from him and a satisfying snap as the handle locks in place.
    My left hand goes in easily after some finger stretches.  Then my right.  Soon, I have one hand in him and four fingers from the other adding a little more stretch.  He sighs.  I reverse the hand in him and stretch with the other fingers.  Both of us like the feeling. Back and forth and back.
    There is a toy on his table I don’t recognize.  It looks like a miniature fire hydrant.  The head goes in easily.  I have to work just a little on the bigger rim that finishes the head.  Next on the toy’s shaft are four prongs (the spigots on the hydrant, I suppose.)  I don’t want to just push them all in.  I work to get each to disappear individually with a little ass massage.  There is then another thick ring.  A little more pressure and a little more massage and his hungry hole takes it as well.
    And suddenly we are really feeling the chill.
    We go upstairs and warm up.  The Ginger Bear fixes a pizza with chicken and barbeque sauce that is amazing…
     
    The original is here.  It went on to do an Equipment Close-Up of the hydrant toy:  From My Side of the Sling: FFist, FFun and FFellowship (and an Equipment Close-Up) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  February 10, 2022
  16. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—December, 2021
    It had been a while since I’d seen Jake.  I always wait for him to contact me for he rarely can get away for a play date.  He had written about a week earlier that he would have some time coming up.  We’d agreed on a day and time—and then Michigan weather stepped in.  A huge cold air mass was sweeping through the Lower Peninsula causing lots of wind damage and power outages.  My place was fine, but I turned on the space heater as the basement playroom was very cold.  We checked in with each other that morning and Jake decided he still wanted to come south…
     
    I get a text.  Jake’s running ahead of schedule.  I slurp the rest of my soup a little faster—he’s only 15 minutes or so away.  I get drinking water down to the playroom and place towels under the sling and bench.  The play bed is made and ready.  Toys are on the shelf. 
    Lube.
    I go upstairs and find the Crisco.  I spoon out as much as I think I might use and take it downstairs.  I select a disc of fisting porn and get that ready to go.  It is feeling warmer.   I shut the door to keep the heat in.
    There’s the doorbell. 
    I head upstairs.  Jake comes in.  We hug.  I can feel the chill on his coat.  I take it and hang it up.  He grabs his bag and we go downstairs.  I suggest he leave his clothes on the chair behind the door to keep the bed free before I go upstairs to strip.
    Jake has his clothes off and his harness on by the time I’m back.  I leave my robe on the doorknob.  It’s just jock and boots for me.  We embrace.  My fingers find his oversized nipples and twist.  He pants.
    Jake sits on the edge of the twin bed.  He wants to suck my hardening cock.  It is better if he can get it deep inside his throat before I fully harden.  Not today.  I am erect and he can’t quite get his mouth around it without some pesky teeth getting in the way.  I don’t care—we’re here for assplay not fellatio.
    “Get on the bench.”
    He does.  I kneel and attack his ass with my tongue.  Jake groans and tells me how good it feels.  I am deep in his hole very fast.  I stand up and slide the dick in—not nearly as slowly as I might.  I just fuck him.  Hard.  His hole flowers open like it always does with me.  I quickly add the egg headed dildo and DP him with toy and flesh.
    His ass is so ready for me that I grease up my left hand while he is still on the bench.  I kneel and it’s a straight shot in.  An easy entry.  I alternate between hand and then cock and back again.  I want more.  I grab the Ass Grommet from the toy shelf and slip it over my erection.  It makes the circumference of my cock about the same as my fist.  I grease it up and push all of me in.  Jake yelps but takes it.  So much so that he begins pushing back on my thrusts to meet me.
    Sling time.  Jake opts for the ankle restraints instead of the stirrups.  I start with the speculum.  (As if he wasn’t already open!!)  We both enjoy the incremental opening.  And the fuck once the wings are wide enough.  I close it and begin fisting for quite some time.  Lots of first one hand and then the other.  Back and forth.  With an occasion eight finger stretch.
    I grab the chain with the medium sized links.  I grease it up and watch it disappear into him, link by link.  Jake loves the heft of it in his gut—and the  stretch as each link slowly emerges as I pull it out.
    Back to hands.
    Then I use the long toy with the handle.  It fucks his wide open hole to the very depths.  As I switch to the butt plug, the lights go out.  And the heater.  I take a quick look upstairs.  The electricity is out for my whole neighborhood.  There is a small basement style window above the rimseat wall—so we have enough light to continue.
    We soon pause for a moment on the bed, Jake holding me.  It’s getting nippy in the room already.  When we get up, he gets his balls inserted in the bottom half of a tight wooden box, shaped like a musician’s wood block.  There is a top that slow screws down to crush them.  Jake lies back in the sling and I slowly work the device tighter and tighter on his testicles.  I drum on the box—sending vibrations through his body.  He wants more.  I hit it harder, finally grabbing the rigid pink dildo with balls and use it as a mallet.
    We unscrew it all.  We fuck.  It’s getting damn cold.  I cover his upper body with an extra towel.  I am working for a fisting double…but the cold is just too much.  We have played for quite a bit and his hole can use the break.
    We wipe down.  We dress.
    And the lights come back on…
    *
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fucking and Fisting Away the Cold (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 3, 2022
    On the original blog there is also a post written by Jake, told from his perspective:  From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Assplay in an Even Colder Climate (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  February 4, 2022
    I also published an Equipment Close-up with pictures of his ball crushers and Jake in them:  From My Side of the Sling: Equipment Close-Up: The Ball Crusher (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 7, 2022  
     
  17. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—December, 2021
     
    We met on Asspig.  Very early in our conversation he typed that he had found the blog.  He gushed about it.  I hope he won’t mind that I quote him here:
    “Dang, Dude ! 
    You are a great writer. Nice pacing, tone of voice, your prose moves right along with no awkward moments or fat. You write with real efficiency and clarity. The Hemingway of Filth!
    I read for over an hour. It was almost hypnotic.”
    I was flattered.   We set a date.  We had to postpone it (weather, I think.)  But we met on an evening very early in December…
     
    Jamie arrives at my front door.  He is likely 10 years younger than me.  Tall.  Handsome.  A trim bear, his hair touched with grey and a generous amount of stubble on his face.  It’s a short enough drive from his house, that we can go straight downstairs.  He strips and tosses his things on the chair behind the door.  I hang my robe on the door knob.  I am in my usual jock and boots.  No wrist bands tonight as I expect them to be in his ass.
    He goes to his knees to suck me.  He’s on the concrete.  I suggest we move to the padded floor between the sling and fuck bench.  He takes my dick eagerly.  Hungrily, even.    He keeps pulling off me and holding it in his hand to look at it, all shiny with his saliva. 
    I suggest the bench.  He thinks he’ll relax more in the sling.  I get him in, adjusting the stirrups.  I kneel and taste his hole for the first time.  It’s warm and wet and wanting my tongue.  His ass flowers open, I am reaming him deep in no time at all.  He does some poppers and watches me ravage his hole with my tongue in the mirror above him.
    I grease my cock up as I eat him out.  I stand and slide into his open hole.  I fuck slowly.  Opening him inch by inch.  My dick feels great deep in the caverns of his ass.  He nods at me—and I go at him full force, hips banging on his beefy butt.
    I go to the speculum fairly early in the session.  I want to do some stretching before I try my hand in him.  He opens easily with it.  I add my cock in with the medical devise.  Jamie loves this—his eyes roll into the back of his head as he gives into the pleasure.
    After the speculum is out, I add the egg headed dildo.  It fits with no problem.  Nor is it when I add my dick on top of the toy.  Or then under it.  Each thrust gives him a terrific stretch of toy and cock.
    I hunker down and eat the ravaged hole.  I begin greasing up my hands as I lick his well fucked ass.  In a moment I have two fingers in him.  Three. He sighs.  Four.  And the whole left hand glides in with no problem.  Jamie can’t believe I’m inside him so easily—but is delighted I am. 
    I play with the left hand in and out of him for a bit.  Then concentrate on the right hand.  It is barely any harder to get the right in him on the first try.
    We break.
    I ask if he’d like to try the bench now.  We go there—and fuck.  Hard.  He likes the mirror in front of him so he can see me pound into his ass.  But it’s not as comfortable for him—so I get him back in the sling.
    The toy parade continues.  I use an ugly old ‘realistic’ dildo on him.  It is hard and rather unforgiving—but we both like how the molded balls smack his ass lips.
    I grease up my dick again and add the grommet over it.  This is the toy that thickens the circumference of my cock by several inches.  Jamie is up for the challenge.  My cock head, sticking out of the toy goes in.  I push a little—he pushes out a little…and I am in. Every inch. He loves how full he feels.  I fuck him hard.  I pull all the way out again so we can have the pleasure of it all going back inside him…
    *
    It has been all about my hands for the last 10 or 15 minutes.  First one.  Then the other.  Occasionally a full 8 finger stretch.  I grab the big toy with the handle.  I wasn’t thinking of using this tonight—but his hole is wanting more.  It disappears—with Jamie keeping track of it in the mirror above.
    “You will breed me, right?”
    “Sure.  Are you ready for me to do that?”
    He nods.  His hole has had a work out.
    “I really want your cum.”
    I wipe him down a little—simply so I don’t have Crisco on every strand of my beard.  With the excess off, I eat his hole again.  This makes him pant.  And it makes my cock stand back up at full strength.  I stand and fuck.  It’s suddenly all about me.  I rail into him.
    I pull out and taste his hole one more time.  I take a hit of his poppers and bury my face again in his wet ass.
    And it works.
    I need to breed.
    I stand and get my dick in him.
    I pump for five or six strokes before I’m over the edge.  I convulse, hanging onto the top of the sling frame for support…
     
     
    I am pretty sure he took my load home with him….
    The original is here, with some great comments from my readers:  From My Side of the Sling: Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’ (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 31, 2022
     
  18. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—March, 2020
    (This picks up right after the last post.  And is a fitting conclusion to my 5 or so hours of fucking and felching....)
    I find Kevin in a sling in the upstairs area.  The small area is actually deserted save for a blow job happening by the other vacant sling.  From the look of his hole, Kevin has been busy all night.  It is gaping slightly and the ass lips are tremendously puffy.  I kneel and massage them with my tongue.  He groans and hits the poppers.  I stick my tongue in him as far as it will go.  I am rewarded with the familiar trickle of cum.  I swirl it in my mouth and spit it back into him.
    Someone comes up the stairs and stops by him. 
    “You gonna just eat his manpussy or are you gonna fuck it?”
    I ignore him and keep savoring the load deep in Kevin.
    “Get out of the way, man, I want to fuck him.”
    I stand up.  My rock hard cock slaps down on Kevin’s jock pouch.  The impatient guy starts to say something, sees my cock and stops himself.  Then:  “Yeah, let me watch you fuck him with that big dick.”
    I slide in.  Kevin moans and the demanding guy exhales a long, low breath.  He begins to beat his standard issue cock.
    “Fuck, man.  You must love that big dick.”
    Kevin just grunts and concentrates on squeezing down on me.
    I begin to speed up.  I slam it into Kevin. 
    “Fuck, yeah.  If you fucked me like that, I’d blow a load.
    I fuck Kevin harder…then slow down so he can take another hit.  Once the cap is safely on, I speed up again.
    “Fuck, man…”
    I turn to him.  “Do you want to fuck him now?”
    “Yeah.  Let me in.”
    I step aside. 
    The Talker pushes in.  “Damn, he’s wet.  You take a lot of loads?”
    Kevin just murmurs “Fuck me.”
    I watch.  My hand reaches out and touches the bucking ass of the Talker.  I find his hole.  It’s wet with lube, maybe load.  I move around behind him and drill into him.
    “Fuck!  You’re huge.  Shit, I’m gonna cum!”
    And he does.  Filling Kevin’s hole.  I can feel each explosion, as he clamps down on my dick.
    I pull out of him—and he takes off, thanking us.
    “That’s what I want you to finally do to me,” says Kevin.
    It’s true.  I have always wanted to breed him.  But just not quite yet. Instead I hunker down and enjoy the load left by the Talker, before fucking it deeper and deeper into Kevin’s exceptional hole…
    *
    It’s the last hour. 
    More and more guys are unloading and going home.
    Every hole I fuck now seems to be sloppy with someone’s cum.
    Dolf Dietrich is just dripping cum.  When I fuck him again, there is a veritable river of jizz flowing from his ass.  I have to work at not adding mine to the mix, but I am holding out for a re-match with Kevin.
    Finally, I know it’s time.  I go in search of Kevin.  But he’s gone.  He is not at any of the fuck stations.  But I do find a cum drunk Alexandros.  He is being fucked, bent over a block in the maze, by a big burly bear twice his age.  Another man, shorter and much younger, waits his turn to unload in that hot ass.  I watch the Bear grunt out a “Take it!” and he obviously shoots deep into Alexandros’ hot hole.  The Bear slaps his ass, and takes off.  The younger guy slides right in before Alexandros can turn to see who he is...as if that matters…
    “Breed me…” hisses Alexandros.
    In about a dozen strokes the guy does.  Violently and loudly.  The breeder gets slightly embarrassed at the loudness of his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel and lick at the runny, puffy hole.
    “Daddy!” croons Alexandros.  He reaches back and holds my head in place.  His ass flowers open and a river of cum oozes into my mouth.  “Ooooh,” he sighs.  I have to swallow fast.  I stop touching myself or I’ll shoot.  When the stream finally stops, I stand up and slip into his slippery canal.  “Fuck me…”
    I churn the cum.  I wonder if I will finally shoot.
    And thinking the thought, my cock responds.  It unloads in his ass.  Adding to the loads.  But it is that involuntary expulsion—my dick saying ‘fuck you’ to so much stimulation.  A dumping of load without the feeling.  It feels good, but…
    I hold onto the back of Alexandros.  He turns his head awkwardly and we kiss.  I slide down and clean up his hole with my tongue and we kiss again.  He tells me his name on AssPig so we can find each other another trip.
    He takes off.  “Promise me you’ll fist me next time.” 
    I nod.  He disappears in the direction of the coat check. And I realize my cock has not gone down.  There are not many men left.  I continue in the maze. 
    I turn a corner.   And there he is.
    Dolf is still getting fucked.  His hole is overflowing.  There are three men watching a big guy pound into him, churning all that seed.  There is a true sloshing sound with the pistoning.  As if it were a piss fuck, not just cum in there. But it is all white and beautiful.  My cock strains at the sight of it.
    The guy finishes—grunting out his load.  He slaps his sticky cock on both of Dolf’s butt cheeks after he pulls out.  I look at the three others, waiting my turn.  But they are voyeurs, not fuckers.  Dolf is groaning.  He starts to get up.  I touch his shoulder and he goes right back into place.  I kneel.  I lovingly slurp up the dripping loads on his balls, the frothed cum from around his puffy hole, the sticky spots all over his ass.
    Dolf groans.
    “I’m going to give you mine now,” I growl. 
    I dig the poppers out of my boot.  I take a hit as I give him one more tonguing deep into his over-used hole.  I feel the orgasm warning before I even stand up.  I rise.  I fuck about six strokes.  This time there is every nerve screaming as I unload whatever is left in my balls…
     
    The orginal posts are here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/fukdto-grand-finale.html
  19. FelchingPisser

    A Five Sex Pigs Rematch

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Lansing—November, 2021
    The couple who I last wrote about in ‘Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur’ contacted me again at the end of November.  This time it would be just the couple, me and anyone I wanted to bring.  I took a long shot and asked Keshaw to make the long trek up here.  He jumped at the chance to play with them again. 
    By the time Keshawn had arrived at my house, I’d had a text from the hosts that their tatted friend from last time would be there, too.  It was now a Five Pig rematch.
    Here is my quick description of the playroom and the players from last time: 
    “I look around the space as I slipped out of my clothes.  There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters.  The rimseat sits between the two.  There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed.  The men are hot and eager.  The couple is just under my age.  The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker.  The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it.  Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt.  Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging.  I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others…”
     
    Once again, I am the last to join the men.  Top Host is lying on the bed.  Keshawn is sucking his cock—lubing it for his ass.  Tim is standing at the foot of the bed.  Hot Tats is on his knees swallowing his fat dick.  I go over and stand next to Tim.  We kiss.  Hot Tats now takes turns on both our cocks.  He holds them by the ball sacks, licking first one and then the other.
    “Who wants to fuck me first,” he asks.
    I tell him Tim should open his ass up for me.  He agrees and spits on Tim’s cock one more time. Hot Tats gets up and braces himself against the end of the bed.  He has a front row seat for Keshawn now lowering his ass down on Top Host’s big cock.  I watch Tim slowly push into Hot Tats—who grunts in such a way that you can feel every inch going in.  Tim fucks him—slowly.  Pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. 
    While I wait my turn to fuck, I also watch Keshawn ride that rampant dick.  When he finally stands up, I am right there to lick Top Host’s ass flavored cock.
    “Your turn.  Fuck him,” says Tim as he pulls out of Hot Tats.
    I enter his wet hole for the first time today.  His ass lips are puffy already.  I love the look of them as they cling to my cock.  My dick loves it, too, as it hardens to its firmest.  I give Hot Tat’s every inch of my engorged flesh…
    *
    Later.
    I have been in all three asses available to me. Repeatedly.  The five of us keep shifting from one man to another.  Usually it’s three of us together and another couple—but constantly changing up.  Sometimes the Top Host takes a longer breather to just watch the four of us couple up and fuck.  This inspires him to join one pair or another.  Hot Tats has topped a number of times today—so the pairings have even more variety.           
    I pull out of Tim.  The three versatile guy’s holes are wonderfully wet.  And I want them.  “Sit on my face,” I tell Tim.  I get under the rimseat and lower the seat.  Tim sits and his hole is spread open for my tonguing pleasure.  I spear up into him, lapping and licking and savoring his ass juice and the mix of precum.  His partner is suddenly astride my chest.  He must be feeding his dick to Tim.  The concentration of a dick in his mouth lets his hole relax—and I go in even deeper.
    Tim is soon pulled up to be fucked.  Hot Tats sits in his place.  His hole is incredibly sloppy.  His ass lips, pronounced early on, are now very swollen.  I take a long time bathing them in my mouth.  I love the feel of them—and the more I soothe them, the wetter his hole becomes—it is a constant drip into my mouth.
    Keshawn gives me head—and then sits on my dick as I eat out Hot Tats.  He sinks slowly down on me, squirming to get every last millimeter inside.  He slowly begins to bounce on me.  I can hear his grunts—and the squish of how juicy his ass has become.  When he finally has to stop riding me and stand up, Hot Tats stands as well—so Keshawn can take his place.
    My tongue sinks into his juicy hole.  It’s like he has taken a load, there is so much ass jizz.  I happily suck and lick him clean…
    *
    I now have Keshawn in the sling.  His juicy ass turned me on so much I had to fuck.  I am battering his hole.  Tim watches then steps up on the long bench that fits under the sling.  He steps across Keshawn’s chest in the sling and stands astride him, facing me.  Just like he did last time he manages to sit on Keshawn’s raging hardon as I fuck Keshawn.  Tim bounces lightly and I fuck hard.
    “Let me try it the other way.”  Tim stands up, letting Keshawn’s big cock leave his hole.  He goes to one side, turns around and steps across again.  This time, Tim’s ass is right in my face.  I lick his hole and fuck Keshawn at the same time.  He lets me do that for a moment, then sits on the big cock below him.  He rides Keshawn again while I continue the fuck.
    “Do you think you can DP me?”
    It takes a moment to sink in.  Then I pull out of Keshawn.  Tim leans forward.  I can see his hole filled with that beautiful, big ebony colored cock.  Can he really take mine, too?  I re-lube.  I slide my dick head along Keshawn cock.  It nudges Tim’s hole.  I push slightly.  His hole gives.  I push again.  My cock head disappears inside.  Then more of my shaft.  Neither of the other men move.  I begin a shallow fuck into Tim.  He groans.  Keshawn moans.  I mutter under my breath—it’s an incredible mind fuck.  I push a little harder and more of my cock is sucked in. 
    The other two men have stopped fucking and come to watch.
    “Take it,” it says Hot Tats.
    “That’s so hot,” growls Top Host.
    I now have two thirds of my cock in Tim alongside almost all of Keshawn’s bigger dick.  I continue fucking.  It is incredibly tight.  I love how it feels on my cock.
    And just as fast as it happened, Tim moves a little and Keshawn falls out.  Tim stands up on the bench, pulling me out.  His partner helps him down and leads him to the bed to fuck him.  Hot Tats is so turned on he asks to fuck Keshawn.  I let him get inside him, before I move behind him and get in Hot Tat’s ass as he fucks the younger man.
    And I stay there until we both get off…
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: A Five Sex Pigs Rematch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 26, 2022
  20. FelchingPisser

    Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Indianapolis—November, 2021
    I went from staying the night with Keshawn, after the basement sex party, right to a short work gig in western Indiana.  I had one day off in my time there.  I spent it coming back to Indy and going to the bathhouse.
     
    The naked man emerges from the swirl of steam.  He sits next to me—a hot, hairy daddy dripping from the heat.  My cock erects the rest of the way.  He looks down at it and his muscular arm and massive hand takes hold of it.  He jerks me three times, stands up and simpers, “Nice dick” as he leaves.
    I wait.  Another cycle of steam.  The scene is repeated—this time with a man with a regular dad bod.  He sits.  His hand circles my dick and jerks it half a dozen times.  I reach for his, but he blocks me, stands up and says “Hot.”  And disappears.  I hear the door swoosh shut.
    I wait.  I’m not sure I can take a third steam cycle.  I hear the door.  A short older man, clutching his towel around him, sits across from me.  The steam starts and we can no longer see each other.
    “That looks like a very nice dick.  May I suck it?”
    I grunt affirmatively, stopping myself from saying ‘Finally.’
    He emerges from the mist in front of me.  His hand finds the slippery wall to help him get to his knees.   He is slightly out of breath from the effort.  He takes me in his mouth.  I sigh.  He’s good.  No, his tongue is so busy my mental grading of him goes up a few points.  But he stops, thanking me profusely.  I need to help him to his feet and he totters off.
    I go dry off in the sauna.
    A different hairy daddy type is here.  I sit near him, but not next to him.  He waits for me to get settled and then slides over.  His hand grips my growing dick.  He jerks me.  Hard and tight.  Painfully.  I ask him to ease up the grip.  He leaves instead.
    I towel down and go exploring all three floors.  It is just after lunch.  But there is no lunch crowd on this day.  In the TV room the older man finds me again.  He sweetly asks if he could have some more of my dick. 
    “Sure.” 
    I give him a steadying hand down. The floor here is padded, good for our older knees.  He sucks me with vigor.  And with all his years of experience. 
    I tell him he is making me feel good.  For some reason this makes him stop.  He thanks me again and totters off.
    The movie is decent.  I lube up and jerk.  No one comes in.  Occasionally I hear the door to the stairway open and close.  Where are those men?  I decide on a tour, tossing my towel on my shoulder and letting my cock swing free.  The sling room is empty.  As is the room with the fuck bench.  In the smaller TV room is the older man sucking the hottest man I’ve seen today.  He is perhaps 30, originally from somewhere in the Middle East.  His chest, arms and legs are covered in shiny black hair.  His cheeks have a five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon.  The hair on his head is cropped close.  His features are chiseled and sharp.
    I stop dead—not wanting to intrude.  The old man turns and waves me in.  “He likes guys to watch him get sucked.”
    I toss my towel on the couch and sit next to the stud.  His eyes have been closed, enjoying the man’s mouth.  As I sit, he turns to look at me.  He nods curtly and lets his head loll back on the couch.
    I stroke.  The old man finds my toes and gives them a pat with his super soft hands.  I watch him work on the stud’s cock—though I can get no suggestion of its size.  I stroke idly.  The Stud is just that…and fucking hot.
    When I next glance at the guy’s face I find him looking at me.  The Old Man notices too.  He stops sucking and asks “Don’t you like to suck dick, too?  Do you want his?”
    I am about to say something about not wanting to intrude—I don’t want the Stud to leave.  But the Stud nods to the Old Man.  And looks questioningly at me.  I shut up and turn my body slightly so he can just bend for it on the couch—while still getting head at the same time.
    It’s not a great angle—and he’s not a great sucker.  But he is enthusiastic.  I don’t really mind the occasional teeth scrape.  It’s so hot getting blown by the last man I thought would do it.  The Old Man occasionally stops to vocally encourage him.  I finally see the Stud’s dick.  He’s average at best—emerging from a forest of pubic hair.
    The Stud goes down in a deep throat move.  He takes about three quarters of me.  His head pops off me—and he explodes in the Old Man’s mouth.    I reach out and try to find a nipple to twist in all that chest hair.  The Stud just grabs my hand and hangs on as his body contorts with ecstasy.  He moans as the Old Man takes it all.  When he finally lets the cock drop from his mouth, I see one last pearl forming in the piss slit.  My finger wipes it off and brings it up to my mouth—making sure the Stud sees me lick it clean.
    He’s now all business.  The towel wraps around his trim waist.  He nod to me and then to the Old Man and heads down the stairs to the showers.
    The Old Man uses the couch to stand up.  “Well that was fun.  I hope you didn’t mind me volunteering your cock for him.” 
    I assure him I didn’t mind at all as he goes off to the showers himself.
    *
    There is a slight second wave right around 3pm.  I am in the small porn area.  I see a hot daddy with a younger man in tow.  “Where do you want it,” he asks the kid.
    “The sling.”
    My ears perk up.  I wait a bit.  I want them to get started before I happen to walk by.  I hear the weight of a body get in the sling, the chains rattling.  I hear a hand smack an ass.  I wait.  I finally get up and walk by.  The older guy is in the sling.  The young man is bent over, trying to suck his cock—with a condom on it.  It is not even close to hard. 
    I walk around the whole floor.  When I get back to the sling room, they have switched places.  The kid is rock hard lying in the sling.  The Daddy rolls a condom on the kid and begins to suck him.  The cock goes down…but the Daddy is determined mouthing the bagged dick.
    “That is so hot!” says a strapping Black daddy behind me.  He is taller than me.  His once gym built body is just slightly soft. 
    I grunt noncommittally.  His hand finds my cock and jerks it. 
    I go to my knees.  “Not in your mouth,” he whispers.  He strokes, watching the lame blow job in the sling.  But it works for him.  He fires a load all over my face and beard.
     
    The original of this rather disappointing trip is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 23, 2022
  21. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—November, 2021
    (This post continues the saga of the Basement Sex Party.)
    Still later.
    I have Black Leather on his knees on the large table.  He doesn’t want to get fucked, but the idea of me eating out his hole has made him a very happy young man.  He huffs some poppers and reaches back to pull his generous right ass cheek to the side.  My tongue connects for the first time.
    “Oh, yeah!”  He’s one of those guys who babble with poppers.  “Eat me out good…”
    I love the vocal encouragement.  My tongue digs deeper.  I spit and swirl it around his pucker.
    “Daddy, you know how to eat ass!  Fuck!!”
    I sense more than see that someone shoves their cock in his mouth.  He is still occasionally vocal, but now it is groaning around the white cock he is servicing.  I stand up and slap my cock on his ass crack.  I can feel him stiffen.
    “I’m not fucking,” I remind him, “just swiping some of my precum on your hole.”
    This gets an enthusiastic groan from Black Leather and a “Fuck, yeah” from the guy in his mouth.  I go back to my knees and lick up the cock drool I left in his hairy cleft.  It’s my turn to moan at how good he tastes.  Black Leather swivels around.
    “Kiss me.  Let me taste my ass.”
    Our mouths meet in a long, passionate kiss…
    *
    The host has been fisting the sluttier half of a couple, who had arrived later in the night, in one of the slings.  The host goes deep—and faster than I would have guessed.  The partner sits to the side and watches—his eyes never leaving the widening of his boyfriend’s hole.  I go over, giving myself a breather, and watch, too.
    I nod to the host and the partner.  The guy in the sling has closed his eyes to block out the room.
    “Would you fuck him with that big dick?” asks the partner.
    The host is in the process of wiping off excess lube around the used ass.  “Go for it,” he tells me.
    I slide in—his hole is awash with J-Lube.  It feels fantastic.  But he is in the low sling—and I am doing deep knee bends.  But it feels too good to stop.  I plow him hard—hard enough for him to open his eyes see who is in him now.
    Out of the corner of my eye I see his partner pull out his cock and begin jerking to my using of his man.  Fuck, I love couples who get off on seeing their other half having good sex.  But my knees are screaming at me now.  “Let’s get you out of here,” I tell Sling Boy.  I help him up.  I suggest he get on all fours on the floor so he can suck his BF as I go back up him.  They both like this idea.
    I push back into the over lubed ass.  It makes a delightful squishy sound as I fuck.  I lock eyes with the boyfriend, now being blown.  They thank me for including him in the scene—something that I guess doesn’t happen too often.  I nod back and continue to buck into his partner’s ass, which pushes him ever deeper onto his BF’s cock…
    *
    The first cum shot is from a balding daddy into a 30-something otter’s hairy butt.  This makes Keshawn even harder.  He goes next on the otter.  He fucks his super big cock into the frothy hole.  He pulls out on the brink of orgasm.  I am right there to clean off his cock of the excess jizz he pulled out.
    The first orgasm, near the end of a party, always seem to trigger others.  Soon there are just a handful of guys left.  I fuck Keshawn—thinking this will do it for me, but I don’t quite get there.  A large bear of a daddy asks if he can be next.  He bends Keshawn in half—and fucks him hard.  So hard, Keshawn explodes, his load coating the table.
    “Will you fuck me again?”  I turn.  It’s Shaved Head—the man who was sure he couldn’t take my cock.  I thought he’d left, so I eagerly agree.  He gets on his back on the table.  I kneel and eat his abused hole.  After I opened him up, he has spent as much of the evening getting fucked as fucking others.
    “There’s a load in there,” he tells me.  He’s right—my tongue has just made it start to drip out.  I get someone’s cum in my mouth and stand up.  I lean across him and feed him some of the jizz left in his ass.    He takes it with pleasure-and we kiss passionately as my cock opens his guts one more time.
    I straighten up and fuck.  This will be it, I know it.  I fuck hard, with deep long strokes.  Keshawn comes over and works my nipples.  Black Leather leans down and sucks Shaved Head’s semi hard cock.
    And in moments I am there.  I blast into him—and from watching Black Leather’s expression, Shaved Head gets off, too…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part Two: “Eat Me Out Good…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 18, 2022
  22. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—November, 2021
    Keshawn had been after me to attend a mostly monthly house party in Indy.  He loved it and was sure I would have a good time.  It worked perfectly for me to get down there at the top of November as I was about to do a short contract in that area. He told me to come to his house—and he would drive me to the group.  I could spend the night afterward at his place.  That sounded great.
    I arrived right on time.  He had left his door unlocked as he was still finishing up in the shower.  Soon enough we were in his car and headed into Indianapolis.  Once parked, we gathered in the host’s kitchen until most of the others had arrived.  There were 15 or 17 men there—all different types, races and ages…and seemingly very playful.  It looked as if I was the sole new recruit—the other men obviously knew each other.
    “Remember,” the host told me, “just have fun.  Play with as many men as possible…”
    It was like he was reading my mind…
     
    We troop downstairs to strip off in the laundry area.  I go down to my jock and put my boots back on.  The lube is tucked into my waist band.  Keshawn and I go into the playroom.  It is easily three quarters of his basement.  There are two slings at the far, side by side.  There are boxes under them for shorter men to stand on.  There are a couple of couches and some chairs.  The room is dominated by a large table—just the right height for fucking.  It is long enough that three men could easily be on it at once.
    Men keep streaming in.  Everyone seems to have left on a jock or backless underwear.  Some have a harness.  I crack open my water bottle and watch Keshawn go to his knees to suck a handsome bear.  Next to me, a hot white guy with a shaved head and a big dick is getting orally serviced from a slender Black man who is wearing a fair amount of leather.  My cock lengthens.  I go to my knees and stick my tongue between Shaved Head’s generous butt cheeks. 
    “Oh, fuck…” he groans out—at the same time grinding his butt onto my face.
    I use my hands to pull the globes of flesh apart.  Now I am really poking at his pucker.  He obviously loves it, for he bends to give me even better access.  I worry that I upstaged the cocksucker.  I needn’t.  Since it’s harder to suck Shaved Head, he simply moves around on the floor and begins to suck me.  It’s my turn to sigh—a hot ass grinding down on my tongue and a talented mouth on my dick at the same time.  It makes me work even harder on the tight hole under attack.
    Shaved Head finally has to stand up. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me.  It’s electric.  He loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  The slender Black guy is between us, alternating on our two cocks.  When we don’t break the kiss, he finally stands up and the kiss becomes a three way of tongues and lips probing the other two mouths.
    Shaved Head goes to his knees and takes turns on our cocks.  He’s good there, too.  He holds my dripping dick and mutters “I wish I could take this in my hole—but you’re too big.”   I break the lip lock with Black Leather and tell him to enjoy it however he wants it.  His answer is to take both of our cockheads in his mouth at the same time so the wet heads are thrusting into each other on top of his tongue…
    *
    A really large bear of around my age is getting plowed in the sling by a young man.  I go over and work his nipples as he is getting plowed.  He cranes around to try to suck me, but the angle is bad.  I enjoy watching the mixture of concentration and lust on the top’s face. 
    He finally takes a break, but stays right there.  “I want to watch you fuck him, Daddy.”  I come around and go to my knees.  I suck the top’s cock briefly, surprising him.  I quickly move to licking up the ass juice he has churned in the bear. 
    “That’s so hot,” he grunts out, stroking his wet cock.
    The bottom is now moaning and, soon, begging for my dick.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his jock pouch.  And again.  Then it is pushing against his puffy ass lips—spreading them wide.
    “Fuck him,” says the top.  He goes to his knees so he is eye level with my dick.  He watches every inch disappear into the ass he has just thoroughly fucked.  I move slowly into the Bear, letting the young Top get his eyeful.  He strokes himself as I begin to fuck.  The Bear is great at squeezing down on me.  He opens his poppers and takes a huge huff.  The moment they hit he has one of those babble moments—all about how he’s a whore, how he loves my cock, how he needs to be used by everyone…
    This has made the young top stand up.  He pulls the box from under the sling, stands on it and shoves his cock in the bear’s mouth.  The bottom is just as loud…but it is now moaning as he sucks the cock that opened him up for me…
    *
    Later.
    Shaved Head is fucking Keshawn as he leans against the table.  I go over and watch.  When he pulls out—I suck his cock for him.
    “Kiss me,” he mumbles.
    I do.  We share the taste of Keshawn back and forth.  He swallows.
    I pull out of the kiss and go to eat his ass again.  He props himself on the table so that his ass juts out at the perfect angle.  I rim him deep.  Someone helps me by spreading Shaved Head’s cheeks for me.  I eat and lick and spit, making his hole open so temptingly.
    “God, you are good at that,” he moans.
    I stand up.  My cock head brushes across his exposed hole.  This makes him shiver.  I turn him slightly so we can kiss.  It is just as hungry a kiss as before.  He groans in the back of his throat at the taste of his hole.  “I really want you to fuck me…but there’s no way I can take you.”
    “Are you sure?”  I kiss him again.  “Let me try.  You can always tell me to stop…”
    His answer is to lean on the table and thrust his ass out.  I go back to eating him.  I lube my dick constantly as I do it.  His hole has flowered open.  I stand.  My cock head rests right on it.
    “Oh, fuck…” he whispers.
    “You can do it,” I whisper in his ear, before my tongue starts reaming into it.
    My cock head is meeting resistance, but suddenly pops into him.  He grunts. And tells me to stop.  I pull out and kiss him again.  He flips around and gets on his back on the table top.  His legs go up in the air.  A helpful mate, standing on the other side of the table, holds them for him.  I go back to eating his hole.  Shaved Head groans.  The man holding his legs flops his semi erect cock into his mouth.  I stand up.  My cock head finds his hole easily and goes in.  Shaved Head groans around the semi-hard in his mouth.  I enter him inch by inch.  Moving slowly, pressing forward.  I lean down.  I lick the cock of the guy holding his legs.  He flops it out, so I get the shaft and Shaved Head licks his balls.  My position makes the last inch of my cock go in. 
    “I feel so full…” Shaved Head mumbles around the hairy ball sack.
    “You have it all.”  Nothing like pushing in when his mind is on the cock in his mouth.
    He can’t believe it.  I wait one more moment and begin to fuck his once tight hole.
    “Take his dick,” says the guy holding his legs.
    The table is now ringed with guys.  Some stroking themselves, some working Shaved Head’s nipples or balls or cock (which is now only half hard.)
    I fuck very slowly—letting him feel every inch of me—until he grunt’s out the words I’ve been waiting for:  “Just take my ass.  Fuck me hard, stud!”
    And my hips begin to bang into his upturned butt…
    (More to come and cum…)
     
    Originally posted here:  From My Side of the Sling: Basement Sex Party, Part One: "You Can Always Tell Me to Stop…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 16, 2022
  23. FelchingPisser
    North of Home—October, 2021
    So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house.  Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food.  My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud).  The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up.  All were over 50.  His friends are true bears.  Ross is built much like me, tall and slim.
    I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used.  Our host owns two slings and a third had been borrowed.  Around 5pm the guests showed up.  We sat around the big table near the kitchen and got to know each other over a beverage.  Slowly we stripped down to business…
     
    Ross and I take the middle sling.  There is action on either side of us.  One man, half of a couple, stays upstairs, puttering in the kitchen.  The Ginger Bear is to our right.  He is working a rather large toy into his willing partner in the sling.  To our left, the top is slowly opening up his bottom trying to make his very large hands fit.
    Ross gets in the sling as I open the j-lube, mixed in a tiny water bottle—so it can go along with the bottom for any other play.  He braces his legs against the chains.  I kneel and stick my tongue into his hole.  My cock instantly erects.  I tongue his hole until I can’t stand it—his moaning is so hot sounding.  I stand up and my cock slides in.  I am pretty sure I will be the only one using my dick tonight, but I know Ross wants any body part inside of him that I can give.  I never have to wait long for Ross to get comfortable with my dick.  I begin fucking him, hard, almost immediately.  I love the sound of my thighs slapping into his ass cheeks.
    I pull out, kneel and eat his hole again.  He pushes his rosebud, just slightly, towards me.  His hole widens.  My tongue pushes his insides back into place.  I grease my hands as I savor his ass juices in my mouth.
    I stand and fuck again.  Then, standing, I start with my left hand fingers.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Plus the thumb.  All in quick succession. 
    “Here you go…”  My whole hand goes into him.  Easily.   Less is more in fisting.  I do a slight turn of the imbedded hand to the left.  Back again.  And then right.  Each movement sending shivers through Ross.  I slowly twist my fist in place so I can slide my cock down my forearm.  It goes easily past his ass lips and disappears from sight into my open hand in his ass.  I fuck my hand—letting my cock slide between my second and third fingers.
    Ross groans—louder and with a shudder of sheer pleasure.
    So I pull my cock out and go into him again.  This time the guys on our left are both watching.  “My party trick,” I murmur and begin fucking into Ross and through my fingers that much harder…
    Soon it is all about alternate hands.  Slowly and deliberately.  In and all the way out.
    The Ginger Bear, on my right, has given up on his big hands with the guy in the sling.  There is now a medium sized dildo attached to a fucking machine plowing into the eager man.  GB is controlling the speed and depth.
    To my left I notice those big hands have finally been accommodated.  The bottom is a verbal guy —loud and delirious with the sensations generated.
    I am moving to doubling up my hands in Ross.  I have my left in—and four fingers of my right.
    We are so close—but I look at his face and he shakes his head.  I ease back.  Another day.  After all he wants to experience other guys here tonight.
    We break. 
    I go wash up.  When I come back downstairs we all change up.  Ross goes into the sling to our left and takes the big hands on that top easily.  The Ginger Bear wants me to open up the guy he couldn’t get into.  We roll the fucking machine out of the way and I grease up.  I don’t bother getting my cock out, as I don’t want the conversation about if he wants it or not.
    My fingers go into his hole easily.  Soon my entire left hand.  The man is thrilled.  His body gives off tremors that match his deep moans.
    It takes just a little longer for my bigger right hand to stretch him that last bit.  It goes in and the man is wracked with a full body orgasm.
    We all stop when we are told supper is served.
    After dinner, I have a quick session with the very vocal man.  He loves what I do—and lets the whole house know it…
    *
    This is a shorter than usual post—though in actual time, I was there way longer than a regular hookup.  I think my problem when I abandoned it on Sunday was that it didn’t have the drive my posts usually do.  After all, normally it is all about the orgasm driving the telling of the tale along.  Not so with this one.  I gave so many anal orgasms to men I can’t count them—but I didn’t shoot.  And that was fine.  Sometimes food with friends can be more important.
    So—it’s here—since this is my sex life, for better or worse…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Fisting Party on Halloween Night (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 11, 2022
  24. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—October, 2021
    (This picks up right after Halloween 2)
    On one of the couches is the short, Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party.  He would fuck his girlfriend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick.  He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area.  He gets up and goes, nodding to me.  I follow.  My cock oozes.  I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock.
    The Glory Hole area is completely dark.  We go behind the partition.  I can just make out a cluster of men.  They are semi-circled around a plump young woman bent over a stool.  Her Dom is holding on to her as men take turns fucking her.  She is loud in her appreciation.  
    The Dom keeps telling guys to rubber up.  And they are.  Including the short young man.  Well, so much for that idea…
    We watch a large doughy man plow her.  He hits the right spot and suddenly she is squirting—on the floor and on the guy’s legs.  It’s hot to finally see female squirting in person.  The man shoots in his latex sack and pulls out.
    A younger guy goes into her.  The short guy is ready to go next.  I watch, stroke a little, and wonder if anyone has a Magnum.
    The younger guy seemingly can’t find her spot.  He shoots and leaves, clutching his baggie of cum.
    The short guy goes in and gives her a blistering fuck.  He causes her to squirt twice.  And it’s suddenly too much for her.  She calls a time out and limps off, on the arm of her Dom, to the showers.  The men disperse instantly.
    I wander and find the Cub where I started the evening—watching the bisexual porn.  We don’t stay in the chair—we go to the table behind it.  He lies on his back and lifts his legs.  I kneel and am at the perfect height to eat his still damp hole.
    I eat.  And fuck.
    The Cub groans.  “I could shoot anytime now.  You?”
    I try.  I would really like to breed him.  But the very act of trying makes the orgasm slip away for me.  But two or three more strong thrusts into his hairy hole sends him off.  He covers his hairy chest with ropes of cum.  I bend down and lick some up.  It’s delightfully sweet.
    He takes off, telling me to check my phone—he’s sent me his number.
    I wander.
    The crowd is thinning.
    I hear noises in the sauna as I check the movie area next to it.  It is definitely fucking I’m hearing.  I open the door.  Two white men are spit roasting an older Black man.  The guy in his mouth sits on the bench.  The Black guy is bent over giving head—and taking a nice sized dick up his ass.  He is being fucked hard enough that it pushes him forward and onto the cock in his mouth.
    The anal top sizes me up, never missing a stroke.  “You want some of this hot ass?”
    “I’m looking to drop a load.  You want it?”
    “He wants it, trust me.”  The top pulls out, leaving the bottom’s ass lips gaping.  I kneel and stick my tongue in him.  The man pulls off the cock he’s sucking and begs for me to eat him out.  He’s been busy.  Fuck, how many men have shot in him and left?  I swallow a dollop of cum and push some more back into him.
    “He’s a whore,” the top grunts.  “Fuck those loads deeper—you’ve got the cock for it.”
    I stand up.  This is just what I need.
    “Fuck me,” pleads the bottom.  “I really love cum.”
    It’s music for my orgasmic ears.  I push into his seriously filled ass.  I love the squishy noises it makes as I fuck.
    “Breed him,” says the guy on the bench.  “Knock him up.”
    I fuck a little harder.  The sounds of the cum squishing in his ass fills the enclosed room.
    “You want my load?”
    “You know I do…”
    “Fuck him harder,” from the top.
    “Breed him,” from the other guy.
    “Please…” moans the bottom.
    I look down and see my cock covered in cum.  I push it back into him—and explode.  I shoot over and over.  Images of all the asses I’ve fucked tonight flash by my eyes as I unload spurt after spurt…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party 3: "Fuck Those Loads Deeper" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 6, 2022
  25. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—October, 2021
    (This picks up right where we left off from the previous post…)
     
    A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there.  He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder.
    “You want another cock?” I bark out.
    Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is.  “Fuck me!”
    I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass.  “Now this is gonna be fun…”
    I take my dick to Osvaldo’s mouth.  I watch Orange Jock spit on his thick dick and push it against Osvaldo’s well used hole.   The girth of his cock stretches the ass I was just plundering even more.  Osvaldo stops sucking for a moment as he gets used to the size—and then begins sucking me like it’s the last cock he’ll ever have.  Orange Jock is fucking him hard and fast.  An occasional open palm lands on the bottom’s butt, making a sound that carries through the whole second floor. 
    We attract an audience.  The two cock suckers who did me earlier arrive and stroke.  I make way for one to get some head.  The other tries to crawl under Osvaldo to suck him.  I move around to better see Orange Jock destroying Osvaldo’s hole. 
    “Breed him.” Says the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth.
    “Naw—just got here.”  He turns to me.  “Let me see you fuck him again.”
    He pulls out abruptly.  Osvaldo’s hole is left gaping.  I kneel and tongue it.  Orange Jock loves this.  He pushes my face deeper into the wet, slippery mess of the puffy hole.  I rim deeply.  Stand up.  And fuck.  Every bit as hard as Orange Jock had moments ago. 
    A new man arrives.  A cute cub of a man.  He kneads his cock through his towel.  I pull out and Orange Jock goes back into Osvaldo.  The cub walks up to me.  He doesn’t reach for my cock.  He pulls me to him and kisses me.  He leads me to a dark corner behind the sling.  The cub kneels and takes my ass juice covered cock into his mouth.  I melt at his tongue work.
    “Come to my room,” I hear Orange Jock say to Osvaldo.  He soon leads him away and the crowd disperses.  We are alone in our corner.  The Cub is giving me great head.  Eventually he stands up and kisses me again—sharing the flavors on my dick.  I go to my knees and pull away his towel.  It’s a nice, bigger than regulation, cut cock.  I suck it for a bit, then turn him around by the hips.  He knows what I want.  He grabs the chains on the sling and juts his ass out—right into my face.  I butt munch on his very hairy hole for a long time.
    “You want my cock?”
    “Fuck me, daddy…”
    I don’t need more invitation.  I stand up, rub more spit on my cock and press into the hole I’ve left dripping.  The Cub groans and pushes back to meet me.  He ass grinds and squeezes my dick as each inch penetrates.  Fuck, I love men with talent.  The temperature of our fuck sky rockets as I slowly give him every inch of my rigid shaft.
    “Damn, I knew you’d feel good in me…”
    I grunt my enjoyment and begin a nice introductory fuck.  But soon I build to a blistering in and out.  The Cub hangs onto the chains and takes every stroke…
    *
    “That was hot—but I want to get on all fours.”
    The Cub is taking me downstairs to the communal room where mattresses are strewn around the floor.  Neither of us bother to cover ourselves.  Our hard cocks sway as we walk.  The room has five mattresses on the floor—but only one is in use by a straight couple in the far corner.  We take the opposite corner.  He goes right to all fours.  Now I can really eat him out.  I love how wet he is from the fuck.  He groans and pushes back to meet my tongue. 
    He rolls over onto his back.  We kiss.  Long and with very active tongues.  I go back to ass eating, holding his legs in the air.  It’s uncomfortable, so I suggest he sit on my face.  He does,  sitting that hairy hole right onto my probing tongue.  He strokes himself, making the most erotic sounds.
    It’s time to fuck.  He rolls to all fours again.  I sink into him.  I love the squish sound my cock makes in all the saliva I have left in him.  I plow him with long deliberate strokes.  It is a wonderfully connected fuck.  We even turn down a third party as we are so into each other. 
    I finally need a breather.  He lovingly cleans my cock.  We kiss again.  He pulls a phone from his sock and takes my name and number.  The Cub gets up, kisses me, then says we’ll meet up in a bit and goes off for refreshments laid out in the lobby.
    I go upstairs.  On one of the couches is the short Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party.  He would fuck his girl friend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick.  He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area.  He gets up and goes, nodding to me.  I follow.  My cock oozes.  I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock...
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Halloween Party 2: "I Want It On All Fours" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 4, 2022

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