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IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 There is another story from the piss party. One that didn’t make the cut. After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog. I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event. But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle. Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.) I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie. We nodded to each other. We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked. Well, that was not his intention at all. He loosened his tie after the first hour. He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed. I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. Well, damn. There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going. Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux. He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss. Which they did. When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well. Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks. All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.) At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency. I doubt he got his deposit back… I am sorry I missed it. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 17, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs. In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went. I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots. I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter. Things are only slightly different with the set-up. The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance. There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event. Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling. I sit and sip my water… “You look as hot as ever.” I turn to the voice behind me. It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year. He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub. We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head. Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss. I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here. Instead, I go down on him. He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock. He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss… I wander. “Hey!” Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event. We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees. I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties. He sucks my cock. He licks my balls. He licks under them, too. He asks for piss. This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth. He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up. We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon… * I let a lot of men go down on me. I return the favor on many of them. A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar. “You love to drink, right?” I nod. He leads me to a corner. I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips. He let’s go—and I am flooded. But I drink every drop. It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own. As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel. I stand up. My cock is raging. I find the Tall Guy with Tats. He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself. “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack. He simply bends, using the ledge for support. I go to my knees and begin to rim. I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him. I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him. Now. I push the head into TGWT. He moans and uncaps his poppers. I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in. He groans again. I begin a very slow in and out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles. “Piss inside me, if you want.” “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him. I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us. But no one does. After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again. Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick. We kiss. “Fuck me some more.” He turns and bends again, using the bench for support. I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock. Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick. I am pissing all over his back and ass. When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack. It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered. I turn him around to kiss him. We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth. Back and forth. I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want. I plow into him. This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go. His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging. The pissing guy has a huge load. He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me. Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss. I slap the very wet ass I am plowing. It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound. I finally pull out. TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut. I go to my knees and push his hand away. It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole. I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss… * It's much later. I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived. I feed men. I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me. I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool. They jockey for position to see who can get the most. I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally. I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe. They have made the rounds—always together. As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear. They are facing each other, kissing. Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear. As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack. When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass. He can’t. I catch the eye of the Bear. I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand. He nods. But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first. I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock. I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass. He groans out his surprise and pleasure. The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper. I can hear them kiss. Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole. He is in. He sighs. Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick. I am still on my knees watching. As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls. The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls. In a few minutes, he cums. I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock. I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out. Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load. But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching. “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss… * Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” (To be continued…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2023 -
Jack Needs to Take a Piss
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—May, 2023 Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom. He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days. I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago. We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door… “I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door. “Which way is the john, again?” I point down the hall and around to the left. He starts in that direction and stops. “I should save it. Let’s go to the playroom.” We do. I re-start the movie to give us some groans and piss splashings to accompany our own. I go upstairs to strip, leaving Jack to do the same. When I return in used jock and boots, I find him kneeling, naked, at the end of the fuck bench. “Give me your cock!” he whispers. I grind the yellowing pouch of the jock into his face. Jack huffs the fragrance deep into his lungs before his tongue begins wetting the fabric. He works the entire pouch until it is damp and only then do I take my hardening cock out of it. He swallows me down, taking me to the root on the first try. Soon my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle. I catch the strands each time he surfaces and smear them onto my dick. “Can you take a fuck? Or do you need to get rid of that piss?” “Fuck me.” He scrambles up on the bench. He knows my routine. I go to my knees and begin licking his hole. Jack’s ass opens on the first touch of my tongue. He is horny—and that’s fine by me. I spit one last time and push it as deep into him as my tongue will let me. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass. “Give it to me hard.” I glide in. He grunts as my cock stretches him out. I let him take a hit of poppers and begin the fuck. Hard and demanding. Jack groans loudly. He looks over to his side at the mirror tilted against the wall so he can see me ravage his hole. I slap his ass and he tightens down on my cock. I fuck. And fuck. “Let me taste my ass, man.” I obligingly pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me—hungrily. “Let’s go to the sling,” I tell him. He gets up and is moves towards it. “I’m getting in it—you need to spray that piss all over my ass—and clean it up.” I hop in, resting my long legs on the chains. Jack kneels and begins rimming me. It’s my turn to groan. Almost immediately he stands up and begins to hose me down. Ass crack. Balls. The cock I’m jerking. And back again. The moment his bladder runs down, he is on his knees slurping up his piss. He cleans me up—and then concentrates on eating my hole. You can feel how much he loves doing it. He can’t stop—and I don’t want him to. I borrow his poppers for a quick hit. The moment the cap is back on it, I babble about how good his tongue is making me feel. I shut my eyes for a moment, but open them to watch him tongue fuck me in the mirror above the sling. He burrows in, spits and keeps going. He jerks his cock relentlessly as he pleasures me with his tongue. But soon enough, I want to be doing that to his ass. We switch. The moment I have his ankles in the stirrups, I kneel and begin licking the hole I fucked with such force. His ass lips are slightly swollen. I work them open until his hole is gaping. Only then do I stand up and piss on his relaxed ass. “Fuck that piss into me.” He’s read my mind. I don’t clean up all the droplets hanging on the hairs of his ass crack with my tongue; I fuck them into his already wet hole. Jack watches it all in the mirror above him. My cock pummels him hard. Over and over. I pull it out and move to his head. He cleans me up—enjoying the mix of piss and ass jizz. “Leave lots of spit on my cock—I don’t want to re-lube…” He does—and I fuck it into his hungry hole… * I need a break. I have been alternating fucking his hole, usually after a splash of piss, and then letting him savor all those flavors in his mouth. Now, I want some too. I get him out of the sling and spread the mat for the rimseat. I lie down and he sits, spreading his hole open for my tongue. I instantly get a drip of piss from what is clinging to the hair on the outside of his hole. I lick that up before burrowing into him. I have not pissed a full load into him, just a quick spurt, each time before I fucked him. He is seriously wet now between that piss and his own ass jizz. I can’t stop eating his hole. But he decides for me. He stands up. “It’s my turn.” We change places. He eats my much less damp hole. Suddenly, I stand up. I move around, lifting his legs to my shoulders and fuck him as he lies there, his face framed with the toilet seat. He grunts out his pleasure at being used. I have a mental flash of how hot it would be if a third man was here so he could be rimming him as I fucked. This thought makes me pre-cum even more inside him. I pull out of his ass and sit back down so he can rim me some more… * We have moved back to Jack being in the sling. My cock is deep inside him, hammering away. “Cum inside me...” Jack groans. “I want your load.” I am close. I have really hydrated for this session—and I know I won’t be able to cum with a bladder still full of piss. I keep fucking. Jack keeps jerking his thick cock. I pull out and in moments I am pissing a torrent of clear piss all over Jack. Just as much as I took from him early on. I cover his ass, his cock (which he stops jerking, he is so turned on) and his chest—then back to his balls and ass crack. When it’s done, I go to my knees and begin licking his ass crack. I jerk my cock. I can’t get enough of either sensation. And I’m there. I stand up just in time to fuck my load deep into his pissy guts… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Needs to Take a Piss (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2023 -
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“Please, Just Go Slow…”
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2023 He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites. He liked my dick pics. Of course. He was eager to make the drive to the playroom. He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule. Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.) He was nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same. I put on a new jock. Pristine. It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him. I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another. He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed. He tried to smile… “Are you alright?” I ask. “Sure. It’s been a while…” “Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand. “Since I’ve got fucked. I’m more of a cocksucker.” “Then why don’t we start there. Get me hard.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.” He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric. My cock begins to swell. I let him take me out. He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker. I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard. Finally, he pulls off my cock. “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base. “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I don’t respond. I just fuck his face. It’s my turn to be in charge. I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath. “Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench? Judd climbs aboard. He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting. “Please, just go slow…” I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue. I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole. He gasps. I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open. I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up. This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way. I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time. I stand and begin to enter him. It’s work—but the head pops in. I pull it right back out and go back to my knees. My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax. I try again with my cock. I bury maybe two inches in him this time. I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug. He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in. I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand. “Try your dick again.” I pull out the toy. And my cock sinks home. He pants—and takes me. I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck. He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock. He groans and takes all of me. I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, please, Sir.” I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices. I think he is surprised how much he loves this. We end up doing it every time I pull out. I use the speculum on him. I want him just slightly looser. He loves my finger in him after each crank open. He really loves when I fuck him with it in place. I remove it and fuck him again. Now his hole is just how I want it: tight, but accommodating. He cleans me up again before we move to the sling. “Stirrups?” “Yes, please.” I get his ankles in place. Judd can’t take his eyes off himself. He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels. I take the opportunity to piss on his hole. He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him. I fuck him. Harder now. The chains rattle. I use the egg-headed dildo. He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud. I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd. It’s back to just my dick. His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling. “Fucker me harder, Sir. I can take it.” So I do. And he can. I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass. I fuck again. I stop, still fully in him. “Where would you like to get bred? Here or the bench? He thinks for a millisecond. “The bench. I feel even more used over there.” I get him out of the sling and onto the bench. I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers. I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool. I am so ready to breed. “I want your load, Sir…” “I know you do,” I say, standing up. I slide in. I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now. “Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me. He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow. And I’m there. I cum—spurt and spurt… * Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower. I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress. “I saw you once before…” “Oh?” “Up in Lansing. You came into a gloryhole booth I was using. Your cock was out and hard—just like today. But I didn’t get to suck it. You were distracted by someone else.” I have no memory of this. “But I sure had it today.” He did indeed… The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2023-
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"This Is Pig Play, Right?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—January, 2023 Towards the end of the month, I got a text from Jack. He is the bear I’d met at the bookstore, but who has also gotten well fucked in the playroom. He was horny. He’d been away on a short sex vacation but was in need of more. I was happy to have him back. He is always eager. We’d set a 1pm play time—and he was at my door a good 10 minutes early. I was ready for him. I took him downstairs, reminded him to put his clothes on the chair, not the bed—and went upstairs to strip myself… Jack is already on his knees as I come in the playroom door. He is at the base of the bench, hands behind his back, his eyes riveted to the bulge in my yellowed jock. I walk over. The pouch of my jock is at the perfect height to bury his face in it. He inhales deeply and makes a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes out and begins to lick the stained fabric. I let him get the jock good and wet before I work my balls free of the fabric. “Lick them—don’t suck.” He does. Hungrily. “Now, carefully, into your mouth. One at a time.” He follows my directions. He sucks gently on them, leaving the hairy orbs good and wet. Only now do I get my cock out of the jock. It is swollen, but once free of the fabric it erects. The angry red head is drooling and slaps him on the cheek. “Suck it.” He does. Really well—just like when we first met. Eventually I grab him by the ears and face fuck him, giving him about three quarters of my length. His cock, swinging free, begins to drool as I do this. I pull out and turn around. I reach behind me and pull his face into my ass cheeks. He mumbles his thanks as he rims me for the first time today, making me groan as I see myself in the mirror directly in front of me. “I need to do that to you. Up on the bench.” Jack scrambles up. It’s my turn to kneel and tongue his muscle butt. I push my spit deep into his ass. He is groaning now, telling me he can’t wait for my dick to be inside him. I stand up, cock lubed and ready. I push in. He flowers open and I sink in, about half my length. A steady push and now I’m balls deep. “Fuck, you always feel bigger than I remember,” he mutters. I hold a moment and then begin to fuck. Slow and deep. Then faster and faster. I pull out and Jack begs to taste his ass on my cock. It’s where I was headed—I want him to savor his ass juices. “Taste your ass,” I grunt out as he slobbers on my dick. “Leave it good and wet—I’m not going to add any more lube.” He leaves me slick and dripping. I walk around and slide back into his hole. This time the fuck is faster and harder. He cleans me with his mouth once again when I pull out. I unsnap the restraints hanging at the four corners of the sling. I buckle them on his wrists and ankles. This is new for him. His cock hardens again as I do it. I get him up and lower the middle of the fuck bench until it becomes a padded table. “On your back, ass right at the edge.” I make a quickly calculation that I don’t think he’s quite flexible enough for the hogtie—all four pulled together. I grab the spreader bar instead. I fasten it to his ankle restraints. I give it to him to pull his legs into the air. “Fuck, yes….” he hisses. I kneel and spit on his hole, twice. I stand, grabbing the bar and rolling his ass back and up to a slightly better angle. I line up my cock with his now puffy ass lips. I push forward and he takes every inch of me. I lean in and fuck him hard. I love the sound of how wet his hole has become. He looks down at the mirror on the wall. It’s placed carefully so he can see me rail into him. Over and over. When I sense he might be tiring, I pull out and let his legs down to the floor before I unclip them from the bar. “You want me in the sling?” He knows my routine too, well, so…”No, I’m getting in the sling and you are going to eat my ass. This makes him even happier. I get the foam mat from the rimseat and place it on the floor at the business end of the sling. I know how long we are both going to want him down there. I get up and into it. I have saved some poppers in the freezer just for this moment. I wait for his tongue to start licking on my tight pucker before I take the first hit. The moment the cap is back on the bottle I begin babbling how good he is making me feel. He grunts and tries harder, licking up and down my ass crack. My cock is rock hard. And I need to piss. I point it straight up and let it rain down on his face and my balls. I am a veritable piss fountain. I am giving him way more than I expected. He grunts out his appreciation and licks it all up. I love going from dry to damp with his saliva to wet with piss to damp again. “Remember, you can piss on my ass too, if you have any.” Last time he couldn’t let his piss fly. But today is different. He stands up and lets out a steady stream of piss, covering my balls before letting the last of it zero in on my asshole. The moment his stream peters out, he is back on his knees and licking me clean. I take a second hit and revel in his mouth worshipping my hole, all while catching the steady drip of his piss from my balls onto his tongue. “I have more piss,” he mumbles into my ass. “Can I do it again?” “Fuck, yes!” I take a hit. He pisses again, a much weaker stream, down my ass crack. He licks me clean, saving some piss in his mouth. He comes around the side of the sling and we yellow ball his piss back and forth in our mouths… * Jack is in the sling now. I am fucking him. I have used a couple of toys on him. The egg-headed dildo, of course. With my dick alongside. First above the toy, then under it. Jack has asked for the black butt plug. At this point, he takes it smoothly and easily. I am now fucking to get off, hammering his ass. Suddenly, I pull out. It’s my turn to piss on his balls and hole. I lick it up and move to the side of the sling. He opens his mouth and this time I let it dribble out of mine in a piss waterfall, landing on his tongue. He gurgles and swallows. I give him my dick to clean, too. I move back to his ass. “It’s time to breed you.” He groans an affirmative. I fuck. Harder. I eat his piss-y hole and jerk my cock. So damn close. I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. “Knock me up,” he grunts out. And I do. Blast after blast of cum deep inside his guts. I stay in place a long time, marinating in my cum. Finally, I pull out. Just the tiniest trickle of cum comes with me, the rest being so deep. I lick it up, before standing and leaning across him and drooling the few drops into his open mouth. I towel his ass down a little before he moves. “So,” he says, “I keep reading about it online. This is pig play, right?” I kneel, burrow my tongue into his ass again, then bring it to his mouth before I answer… The original is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/this-is-pig-play-right.html March 5, 2023 -
Prey animals evolve to avoid detection and predation. Predators evolve to hunt prey. The outcome of this evolution is that a prey animal knows a predator when he sees one, and vice versa. Any encounter that one picks with the other is voluntary, even if it's destructive. He knew I was a predator. I met him for the first time on my 54th birthday. I wasn't normally a birthday guy, but this one felt special for some reason. He was a new intern at the firm on summer break. It was the boy's second day, but he'd already looked up all the higher-ups' birthdays on Facebook. Boy wanted to make authority figures feel respected. He came too late to get to know me very well, so his gift was shitty. He looked up at me with his big, brown doe eyes and said, "Happy birthday, sir! I got you this fancy pen. I'm sorry my present wasn't better. Let me know if I can make it up to you!" I looked down at him and let my eyes speak my mind. The boy never followed dress code: his pants were too tight and his shirts were too large. He had long, soft hair and near-perfect complexion. He was about a foot shorter than me. His smile was beautiful, but it seemed to hide a certain wickedness. "I'm not a pen guy," I said. "Make it up to me." His face, which looked hurt at first, suddenly contorted into an empty, lustful gaze. He looked down at the bulge I'd never made an effort to hide. "Look at me, new boy. Can't misbehave on your second day." I put my hand on his cheek and stroked it. He was soft as butter. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered. "You're gonna make it up to me, right?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. You'll do just fine here. I'm gonna take you out to a drink tonight, okay? I like to get to know my new interns intimately." He blushed. Adorable. "Sir, I'm not 21..." "You have a fake?" He nodded his head. "I'm picking you up at your parents' place tonight after dark. Stay up til 1. I'm taking you straight to the bar." I did. I spent that Friday evening at the bathhouse. I got a lot of mileage out of it being birthday. Nobody was scared to take my loads that night. I'd lied and told them I was back on my meds. I got back to my place at 12:30. I rifled through my dirty laundry. I wanted to smell overpowering. I settled on a sweaty wife-beater I put on for the gym, the undies I'd had on at the bathhouse, and a pair of Levi's. I drove over to his place and texted him. The house lights were off, so his parents were asleep. He walked out nervously and sat in my passenger seat. He looked tired. "You're gonna love this place," I said. I took him to the Brothers' in Broadripple and poured long island iced teas into him until I could tell he wasn't gonna be coy anymore. I knew he was prey since I laid eyes on him, but it shocked me how willing he was to be hunted. After his second, he looked down on my arm until his eyes reached the biohazard tattoo on my forearm. He smiled shamelessly. He reached out and touched it, saying, "I heard men with tattoos like this were dangerous." I grinned. I don't know how, but the boy had already been corrupted. It felt pointless to go through the process of breaking him. He'd already been corrupted. But if he thought other doms pushed him before, he had no idea what was in store for him tonight. "That's right, baby. Where'd you learn that?" He hesitated and stuttered. "Um... on Twitter, I think." "You know what this tattoo means, don't you?" The waitress brought him a tequila shot I ordered while he was distracted. "I know what your tattoo means." he was stroking my tattoo, now. "Good boy. Tell Daddy what it means." "It means you're poz." "Good boy," I said. "Does that intimidate you?" He shook his head. "How old are you, boy?" He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm 18, sir. You weren't the only one with a birthday today." I pulled his hand away from my tattoo and onto my thigh. My cock was getting hard very slowly. "That means I'm legal, sir. I want a birthday gift, too." He reached his hand onto my cock. I could tell by his face that he was surprised—pleasantly—by how big it was. "A gift I can keep with me forever." He was drunk. I bet he was watching poz play videos all afternoon, and the liquor brought it out of him. He clearly hadn't thought this through. He was horny and trying to live out a dangerous, self-destructive fantasy. I let him. "I don't have any condoms," I said. He looked worried, like he was having a crisis of conscience. I bought him another tequila shot and his mood improved. "But you're mature enough to pull out. Aren't you?" he was still worried, but if he was offering himself an out, I wouldn't accept it. He needed to know what I had planned for him. "I'm not gonna pull out," I said. He moaned. I couldn't believe this kid. "You know I'm poz. You know I'm twice as big as you. I bet you stumbled on poz porn for the first time a little bit ago. You have a voice inside your head urging you to have sleazy, illicit, dangerous sex. You're addicted to the thought of your guts being flooded by a diseased pervert. Is that right?" He brought my tattoo up to his mouth and kissed it, letting a little spit linger between his tongue and my arm. "That's right." "It'll never go away. Never. You're gonna watch dozens of verbal poz play videos every day until you give in. Tease guys into raping you. Soon the idea of a guy being neg is gonna turn you off, make him seem like he's not a man." I stood up. "This is forever. Once you're poz, you're poz. If my dick is in your guts, it's because I'm gonna flood them. I'm not pulling out. There's no guarantee I'll infect you, so if this is what you really want, you need to know it's a commitment I won't stop breeding you until you're mine. You're drunk, and you'll hate yourself in the morning for choosing this, so think it over. But once I breed you, I own you." I knew what he was gonna choose, but he might never be able to forgive himself. Fine by me. I walked to the bathroom to piss. I had a lot of beer. 10 seconds in, the boy had made up his mind. He walked into the bathroom, dropped to his knees between me and the toilet, and aimed my piss into his mouth. He drank it for maybe 45 whole seconds, tapping the tip of my cock against his tongue and sucking the rest out of the slit. I was hard as a rock. His hand looked so tiny cupped around my balls. He licked as much piss off the urinal as he could. In that moment, I realized why I loved being 54. I was exactly three times as old as my preferred prey. I picked him up to his feet by the throat and carried him to the window. I forced it open, dumped him outside, and hopped out. I carried him over my shoulder, my big, strong hand on his soft ass the whole time. I put him in the back seat of the Cadillac and locked the doors. He looked scared, but his dick was stiff in his shorts. "No going back now, boy," I said. He almost looked like he regretted it, but he didn't fight back at all. I started to drive us to the nearest motel. If he knew what I had in store for him, he would've avoided me like so many other employees tried to. But this young piece of meat acted like he craved to be turned into a whore, and I was going to do it whether he really wanted to or not. "You got fifteen minutes until I turn that boypussy inside out for hours with my fat poz cock. Any last words, meat?" He looked like he was falling in love with me. "I wish I joined your firm two years ago..." "Happy birthday, boy," I said as I parked the car in front of a Red Roof Inn. "Get ready for your gift." TBC
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Hi all, OK this is my first attempt at writing, so please don't be too brutal (in your feedback; I do love it otherwise). It's going to start slow, so if this isn't your thing, that's OK. Just give a me a chance, is all I ask. CHAPTER 1: BEN: Tonight was the night. I’d spent the last 4 weeks being the perfect predator, and tonight was the night I was taking down my prey. Four weeks ago, I’d seen him/her/them (cause I didn’t know) coming out of a gay bar on 7th street, dressed in heels, jeans, and a soft sweater. I knew they had the boy bits, but they never really wore men’s clothing. If they identified as a boy, they were definitely the femboy kind: thin, short, and maybe buck-ten soaking wet; long brown hair that looked better than most women’s; and puffy, pouty lips that gave a man ideas. The first time I saw them, I knew I wanted to ruin them and own them. Something about the blatant femininity on a male body made my cock jerk and I wanted to do mean and painful things, even more than the other little twinks I took an interest in from time to time. Somewhere along the way I stopped thinking of them in any way other than My Hole….nothing else, just an it, that was My Hole. I had planned my approach carefully. I knew the bar on 7th had cameras and tight security, so I’d have to make meet My Hole at another bar it frequented. I was there at the bar when it walked in, and I was ready – calm, cool, and prepared to be the most charming version of myself. My Hole came in and sauntered my way, and perched up a few stools down from me. I could hear it order a gin and tonic from the bartender. I watched beautiful lips wrap around a straw and take a sip, and all I could think about was those lips wrapped around my cock. I got up to make my move. EV: I felt a giant mass next to me take a seat and caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. “Hey beautiful, you’re awfully delicate for this crowd, aren’t ya?” His voice sent a shudder down my spine – deep, a heavy southern accent, and enough rasp to file nails. I turned and looked at him. He was sort of handsome, in a rugged way; wasn’t classically handsome, but good looking. Broad and fit, he looked like a man who worked for a living and could bend me in half in the most delicious of ways. I smiled. “Sometimes a little silk likes to snagged on barbed wire, and you look like you would be sharp and pointy.” I saw a glimmer in his eye, and he leaned in. I inhaled as he was right next to my ear and could smell a musk that told me he was every bit the working man he looked to me. I felt his warm breath at my ear. “Darlin, you be careful before you get yourself snagged in something you can’t handle.” I laughed and turned back to my drink, and watched him take a swallow of his beer. Maybe it was because I had been in a slump or what, but I ignored my usual caution. “I don’t live very far from here, shall we go see?” “Sure, you want me to follow you, or what? I’m parked down the street” “Oh, I walk, but if you don’t mind driving, I can direct you.” “Then beautiful, either finish quick or leave it. We’re heading out.” BEN: Jesus fuck, they are stupider than I thought. This is too easy. I put my hand on the small of their back and lead them out the door and down the street to my truck. I play the part of the gentleman and open their door. I get them settled in and reach over to buckle them in, flashing a big grin. “Don’t want anything to happen to my precious cargo.” Walked around to my side and slid in. Once I was settled in my seat, leaned over and took their mouth in a scorching kiss. Wrapped my hand in their hair and held them tight while I plundered their mouth. “You chugged that gin and tonic pretty quickly. Don’t want you too drunk to play, so why don’t you have some water.” I handled them a small bottle of Gatorade and unscrewed the top in front of them, showing I was a gentleman and not handing them something spiked. Little did My Hole realize it was heavily spiked with GHB. It’d have a flavor and I just hoped my prey would finish it and not think. “It tastes a little off”. I sighed, knowing it seemed too easy, so I thought of something quick. “Probably from sitting in here and getting hot in the truck off and on. Sorry about that.” I watched them finish it off, and I reached up and swiped my thumb across their lip and leaned in for another kiss. They went limp and moaned in my kiss, and I knew it was just a matter of time. “So, where to?” “Oh, I live down over near The Square; you can just go out 35.” “Easy enough, darlin. Be there in 20 minutes or so, I guess”. I pulled started the truck and pulled out the parking lot. I drove down to 35 and made the left heading out to The Square. About halfway there, I looked over, and they were already asleep. Down for the count. I pulled into the nearest lot and turned around. Not heading in that direction anymore, and I turned my truck back to my place.
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Rural Georgia—June, 2022 The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power. I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night. I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on. Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship. He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around. We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend. I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important. I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area. I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads. Some time later a car arrived with two men. One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post. The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man. He was maybe 5’9” and trim. He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off. Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals. He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.) He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin. And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt. He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place. He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals. I learned on Friday night he was a top. Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass. Back to Saturday. We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field. I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party. We had a great outdoor space for it. There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads. We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space… I am first to get there. Naturally. I keep chugging on my water. It’s hot out. And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss. Other men slowly begin arriving. A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here. I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off. He loves this—and does the same to me. As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now. Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching. Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling. We are all having issues with the heat and production. “You guys look too dry!” It is Miles. He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck. He stands above us and begins to piss. He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass. David and Ray arrive. Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry. He coats us, too. I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss. I am there to lick some off. Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode. I find I have more in my bladder than I thought. I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me. I piss soak his ass. There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets. I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss. David moans. I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim. He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on. I stand up. “You want my cock?” David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick. I fuck him. Not for long. Just to get some of my piss up his ass. “Let me clean that cock.” It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me. He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss. Other men are in twos and threes. Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking. Miles is in the corner of the deck. I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock. I go back up his ass. Myles grins at me. I slide back into David’s ass. I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke. “You want his ass?” I ask Miles. He nods. David turns. Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass. Miles fucks him much harder. I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again. The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up. When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us. He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us. I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more. Miles leaves, as do most of the others. No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight. David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss. We shower together—and head to the pool… The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes. We took a little longer, but not much… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 27, 2022
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I recently got a new potential master and he is heavy into WS.. I have never tried it and he wants me to start swallowing it right away.. any tips on preparing myself for this? I told him I want to be fully restrained because I think I will just try to chicken out.. I want to fully serve but would love suggestions on how to get ready for all of that lol
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IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2022 The next day was the piss party. It had been awhile since I had attended one. Not just the lockdown had kept me away. My frequent trips to Toronto to play at Fukd had often been on the same weekend as the piss gathering. I was excited to return. I could do with getting wet again. It’s an afternoon start time and there was a ton of traffic on the drive north to the bar where it is held. I had been chugging my water and tea. I just needed to time it so I was ready to piss when I got there—but not when I was stuck behind a slow moving vehicle on Clark Street… I am in the door and haven’t pissed myself. In the main bar I’m asked for my driver’s license and vaccination card. Did it say that on the confirmation letter? I have them, but they are locked out in my car. I remember just in time there is a picture of both on my phone. I proceed to the back bar and go in. The party started 20 minutes ago. It’s longer than usual since it is IML—I am pretty sure I can’t do six hours of piss play. I strip down and hand my bag to the Coat Check Otter. We embrace—but I know he will be too busy to play. I make my way into the crowd. I need to find someone who wants piss. There are two men in the inflatable pool. I pull my cock out of my filthy Fukd jock. The guy’s mouths open like it is feeding time in the nest. I send a strong stream to one and then the other. I finish with splashing hot piss on both their cocks. I love that they kiss each other and share my piss between them. I see my friends who live in both Chicago and Palm Springs. I go to chat with them. In moments, the more bottom pig is on his knees, sucking my cock. I am fresh out of piss. Well, at first. Finally I can feed him. Not much, but I give him a couple of short blasts. He stands up. “Would you fuck me?” He leans on a bench that is near us. I go to my knees and eat out his hole. I stand and send a couple of piss blasts onto it. I go back to my knees and lick it up—forcing some inside him. I stand and I enter him. Slowly. His partner watches as the length of my dick slowly disappears. As I start the fuck stroke, the partner begins to piss on my dick. I love the sloppy sound of my fuck—as I pump some of the liquid into the ass I’m reaming out. Finally, I stop. I kneel and clean up his crack. The partner now gives me everything he’s got in his bladder. I drink as much as I can. When his stream runs dry, I stand. We have a three-way kiss as I yellow-ball some of what I’ve kept in my mouth to both of them… * I fuck ass. Lots of it. Good wet ass. Sometimes with others pissing on it. More often not. A Cub I recognize from here introduces me to his new partner. I love that they are both here. And the new partner seems to really like watching me fuck his man. We like it, too. So much I do him a couple of more times during the party. I love the feel of his ass. And the skills he uses to squeeze me occasionally. The new partner watches, a little wide eyed at how much cock is going into his guy, as I plow… * “Hey, you’re FelchingPisser right?” I nod. The guy is tall. Taller than me. And younger by a good ten to fifteen years. “We’ve been talking on AssPig. Fuck me?” I bend him over, piss on his crack and eat his ass. It’s a muscle butt—hard as granite. With just enough hair in the crack to excite me even more. I stand up and slide in. He takes me, hungrily. “Fuck me, man. Piss fuck me if you want.” I tell him I’m pretty well drained right now—and I want to piss fuck when I have more than a couple of spurts. He agrees and begins to groan—reveling in the long dicking I am giving him. The moment I pull out, he spins around to clean my cock. I promise I will be back when I have a full bladder… * I sit on the bench built against the side wall. A man comes over and asks to suck me. I nod. He has the largest nipples I have ever seen. Huge. He kneels and swallows half of me down. My hands find his nipples. I twist them. It’s his cue to deep throat me. And he does. It is so fucking tight in his throat. I let go of his nipples and he comes up for air. We do it again—halfway down, twist and deep throat. It’s wild. It almost hurts his throat is so constricted around my cock—but I like it. We keep it up for a long time…halfway, twist, deep throat dick clamp… * I wander. I piss a little on the balls of a guy getting a blow job. I eat a wet and fucked ass or two. I find a furry Otter and a hot guy in Andrew Christian backless underwear fucking. Both are half my age. The Otter is bent over and letting the AC clad young man fuck him. I watch for a moment. “Want his ass?” asks AC. “Sure.” He pulls out. I surprise him by cleaning his cock. I spit the slime on the Otter’s furry butt crack. Then I fuck it into him. The Otter squeals—and is covered in piss by AC. When I pull out, AC fucks him again. I stand behind AC and hose down his ass crack. There is not a hair on him—the contrast between the two men is fabulous. The moment I have no more piss, I begin tonguing his ass on his back stroke. Soon, he just buries himself in the Otter and so I can truly eat his ass. I lick up every drop. AC pulls out of the Otter. “Fuck me.” I waste no time filling his ass with my wet cock. He’s tight and very appreciative. The Otter turns and strokes to our fucking. He manages a little piss that lands on AC’s bent over back. I slap the wet ass and fuck him harder and harder… * I have been tanking up. I find the Tall Guy from AssPig in the back corner. “Ready for that piss fuck?” He is. He bends, holding onto the damp cinder block wall. I rim. I fuck. I stand still and piss. With my cock balls deep in his muscle butt. I have to think hard to get the plumbing to go from fucking to piss. But it works. With barely losing any hardness I piss into his ass. A never ending stream. Tall Guy moans. He can feel it. Every drop. “So heavy, man. It feels great.” Now, as the stream runs dry, I begin to fuck into this ass full of my piss. Soon it is sloshing inside of him. Some comes out on my backstroke. A piggy bystander kneels and gets some of the backstroke splash on his face. When I pull out, there is a mini waterfall that I quickly kneel and swallow. I come up and kiss the Tall Guy, some piss from his ass going from my mouth to his… * I have been here close to four hours. It’s time to breed and leave. I look for the Tall Guy, but can’t find him. Instead I see the cute young guy in the Andrew Christian underwear. “Want a load?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy.” He bends over—ass on display. I eat him out again. He’s been busy since I opened his hole. I stand, and enter him. He is hard and stroking with each thrust I make. “I want your cum…” he whispers. “Make me yours…” That does it. I teeter on the brink for a moment—and then let him have blast after blast. I marinate in his ass for a long time. Standing absolutely still. Getting my breathing back to normal. When I pull out, he turns and cleans my dick of the cum clinging to it. He looks up at me, his eyes begging. I can just manage a few spurts of piss to wash my cum down his throat… The wet original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 27. 2022 -
"Daddy, Lick It Up..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2021 The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore. He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it. So we met soon after. It was a disaster. I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest. We started. And stopped. Started. And stopped. And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day. Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all. It was the piss boy who lives north of me. He sent me text just before class that he was super horny. Could I fill him with piss later tonight? No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex. He wouldn’t arrive until very late. I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill. I thought long and hard. A new text arrived: “Please, Daddy!!!?!” I said yes. In the early evening I got one more text. “Can I dress slutty?” I knew he had a fem side. I said yes to that, too. He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst. He is still lanky and just as tall. His hair is long. He is maybe 25. He strips to a lime green thong. The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem. A lacy crop top covers his thin chest. The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees. He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon. My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly. “Open wide, Boy.” “Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs. “It’s been so long….” And it has been a full year since we met. I dig my cock out of the pouch. It goes in his mouth. He knows not to close down. In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water. He moans deliciously as I empty into him. He takes every drop. The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness. He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base. “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.” He takes me to the root before I can respond. I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.” “Does Daddy want to taste my ass?” I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth. I connect with his hole. He is tight. My tongue burrows in. He sighs and moans in the back of this throat. I eat his ass for a long time. I am surprised when I realize I can piss again. I stand up and flood his crack. It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can. “Daddy, lick it up. Please….” I go to my knees and lick up every drop. When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack. I take my dick up to his mouth. He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head. I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls. They are sweaty from the day and the exercise. Boy starts to clean them. “I want to suck them properly…” I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs. This is really nice. I lie there. I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me. Individually—lovingly lapping them. And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once. He goes to my perineum, instead. “Come sit on my face.” The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way. “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!” I prod open his now wet hole. “I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…” I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise. Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him. “Let’s do the sling. I need to piss.” I get him situated. His eyes never leave the mirror above. My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong. I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me. I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole. I stop before I’m empty. I lick him clean and do it again… * It’s late. I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home. “I want your load in my mouth.” He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed. “Give me your cum, Daddy.” “Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” I lie on the bed, spread eagled. He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest. I stroke. Lightly, but intently. Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum. He sighs over this with a “I want more!” I increase my stroke. I am almost there. “Get ready,” I bark. He hovers above my dick. “Argh!” And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum. I am really shaking, the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense. He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again. I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest. “Wait,” I tell him. “I think I have some piss for your ride home.” My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got….. The original: From My Side of the Sling: "Daddy, Lick It Up..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 19, 2021 -
Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week. I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool. I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce. Jayce had been to the Saturday night party. He had taken my dick in one of the slings. He was in whore mode that night, just like me. I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass. I slipped in after them. Jayce was good. I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder. As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him. He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set. I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time… He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard. We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool. There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light. There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. Jayce is a great looking guy. He could be anywhere from 40 to 55. He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men. He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built. His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls. His hair is cut short. He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over. He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him. He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side. “I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” He wants me to squeeze some directly into him. A tray below the sling catches any overflow. I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers. When he nods, I stand up and enter him. It’s a wonderfully slick hole now. I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head. My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness. I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube. It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place. He sighs. His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy. But he takes me. Easily. Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…” I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again. I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat. Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so. This makes me fuck him harder. I pull out the toy and sink into him again. I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips. “You are so good at that. I love your tongue.” This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line. I work the fingers of my left into him. I’m up to all four before I know it. I add the thumb. A gentle twist and I am in. “What size did you say your hands were?” he pants. “Medium.” I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction. “I can usually only take small handed guys.” I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him. I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch. He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes. Soon enough I have my right in him. Then I start alternating the hands. Slowly. Smoothly. Methodically. I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt. My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass. My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger. Jayce’s eyes open. He looks up into the mirror. He groans. His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock. But it is a tight fit. So I don’t linger. I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth. Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily. Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward. I find the opening to the second hole. I slide forward a little more. His ass is welcoming every move I make. Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror. After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them. I work ever slower up into him. When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him. That’s halfway to my elbow. Jayce opens his eyes. His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him. “I think…that’s it…” he breathes. I slowly slide it out. It’s only been an hour. Are we really done? Jayce must be able to read my face. “I only mean hand. You can fuck me as long as you want.” I grin. “I want your load,” he finishes. “Good and deep.” I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole. My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel. I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep. I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube. Jayson groans. “You gonna knock me up?” His hand is all over the pouch of his jock. “I want your cum, man.” His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze. Like on every stroke. It won’t be long now. I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!” My voice is loud, filling the night air. I shudder and give him every drop I have. I don’t move. I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load… The Original: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2021- 6 comments
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I fucking love cheating. Huge turn on. I’ve posted here before about some of my fun times. Today I cheated on my husband again. But we’ve since found a fuck bud who we are exclusive with. And it’s on all ends. But I’ve cheated on both of them. Today I stopped off at a hotel after work. Walked into some bi married man’s room and found him naked in bed, rock hard. Of course, the slut I am, I strip down immediately and go to town sucking his dick. His precum tastes delicious and I can still taste his wife’s pussy on his dick from fucking him earlier. Never did that before but it was hot af and made me even hornier. I sucked him to completion and swallowed his kid. We made out with his cum and I jerked off on his face, mixing our warm cum together. I also cheated last week. A hot, hairy, married gay bear was home alone. I walked in and he was naked. I immediately stripped and started sucking his dick. After he got hard, he walked me to his sex room and put me in a swing. His raw cock entered my hole as I sniffed some poppers. I’m tight. My husband has a small dick so I always look for more. And my new fuck bud hadn’t fucked me yet. So I was definitely needing to be opened up. But this guy fed me poppers and shoved his raw dick in. He told me to piss as he fucked me and I was so goddamn turned on. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes in the swing, taking his cock out to add to my piss. We scooped some up and made out with it. He entered me one last time, thrusting as hard as he could. Finally, we were both close. He pounded me as he’d as he could and bred me deep as I shot my load. I came all over myself and scooped it up so we could makeout. Hot as fuck, and made it even hornier because I was cheating on two men at once. if you’re in central florida, hit me up. I’m down to trade pics and loads. I need as many buds as I can get.
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Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny. Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been. It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover most of it to make some shade. I also hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure. Jay helped me move the sling. I stripped to my yellow jock and boots. I was ready. I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so. He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six minutes… I let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from home. The moment the gate latches we are kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line. He is taller than I remember, close to six foot. He is thin and barely dressed. His arms, nicely defined, pull me to him as our tongues surrender to each other. We break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor. He pulls the tee shirt over his head and tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine. He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied. His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color. His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped. He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up pouch. He slides the running shoes back on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling. Johnny goes to his knees. He takes my cock out of my jock. I am instantly hard. It slaps his cheek before he takes me down. To the root. He holds me there, my pubes in his nose. His throat is so damn tight. He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases me. I pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat. This time on the release, the long strands of deep spittle connect us. I twirl them with my fingers. He sucks them clean. He goes down on me a third time. I hold the back on his head and actually fuck his face a little. He groans his approval—and never chokes. I pull him up. We kiss. Deep and long in the hot desert air. I break it, with: “Get in the sling—I want to eat that hairy ass.” I rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock. “I want your cock in me,” he mutters. “Your raw cock, Papi.” I have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube. He is tight. And a milker. From the first moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke. I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked together. I pull out. I splatter some piss on his already wet hole. I kneel and lick it up. Johnny moans. I stand up and go back to fucking him. Harder. Stronger. We don’t have all morning. He needs to get to LA. I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass it to Johnny as I slide back into him. “Can you feed me, Papi?” I fuck him harder. Really pounding into him. I feel my bladder kick in. I pull out and send a huge stream of clear piss into his face. He opens his mouth and takes the rest. Well, before the strength weakens and it coats his chest. I lean forward and begin to lick it up. I spit some into his mouth. Most of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it. “Cum in me. Send me home with your babies.” I kneel and rim a little. I stroke myself hard as I do it. I am so close. I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent orgasm recedes. I do it again…and the moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode. Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me. “Can you piss inside?” he whispers. “I think....” Before I finish the sentence I am emptying into him. I lean down and kiss him again as I fill his hot ass… When I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower. He says he wants to take all my fluids home. Then he thinks a little more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower. I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom. He is quick and soon on his way. The moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay steps out of his office—totally naked. “You promised!” I go into his office and shut the door. I take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me. Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices and my cum and piss. My cock is spent. But I crawl under the rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass…. The original is here with some great comments: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 28, 2021 -
A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Sunday started very late for us. Eventually I wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex. But I had two of them and a cup of tea before I heard Jay stirring. I helped him pick up the back yard before his partner got home. There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch! While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party. Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set-up we used but some that would show something similar. So here they are. (For those you will have to see the original post--see the info below.) The afternoon I went off to a pool party thrown by the couple I know the least—but who I had played with for years at Chicago Water Buddies. They swore that there would be no sex at this gathering. There were a dozen of us arrived. At various times in the pool, one of the guest couples had made it their mission to get everyone’s cock in both of their mouths. And they were successful. I just tried to stay out of the sun while they shared me. In the spirit of the Wet N Hot weekend, piss was shared as they all went through the beer and water on the hot day. (112, I believe.) I am proud to say I got the piss load of the man I found the hottest—though he told his partner he was sure he couldn’t feed me. But once he started—he couldn’t stop—and loved it. Another convert! When I got home I looked again at the scrap of paper I’d found in my sock as I undressed last night. It merely said Johnny and a phone number. I sent a text—saying I had found this number in my sock. Instantly I got a picture back. Well, well. It was the cute young man who sucked me as he sat on the rimseat very early in the evening. He was headed to see family after he checked out of the gay resort, but wondered if I could meet on Monday morning. I said yes and we agreed on 10:00am. “Just send me home with an ass full of cum…” And that’s the post for tomorrow… The original post, with pictures of the set-up, is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Pool Party and a Mystery Solved (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 27, 2021 -
Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 I showered after Ortiz left and had some food. I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes. Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host. Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm. Guys are everywhere. We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday. The crowd is younger, too. Thursday was 45 and up. Today we are 30 and up with a few men in their 20’s. The wading pool is full of men wallowing in piss. The slurp ramp is packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and crotch. The rimseats are busy. The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men hop in. The move of the fuck bench works—there is almost always a hot ass being used on it. I wander. I point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed. I often do this as someone is sucking my cock. It pays to advertise. I join the men on the ledge. A beefy man around my age steps up. I don’t let him suck my cock. I grab the base of my cock with my fist and present him with my balls. He gets them good and wet. I reward him with a stream of piss that arcs up and into his mouth. Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick. He’s good. A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me. He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy sucks. We all love the feeling of this. When he’s done pissing, I move the beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick. I step back to the rimseats behind me. Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived with the guests. Three are in use. A young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them, waiting for a new butt. I watch a hot younger Latino take a seat on his face. He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is stabbing up into his hole. This guy is good, with great deep throat skills. He does my balls without my urging. He lets me fuck his face. He never chokes on me. I pat his shoulder and move on… * I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge patch of salt and pepper chest hair. A parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole. Some piss on him. I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out and blast a stream up to his mouth. It quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair. A young man with lots of facial scruff is standing by—stroking and watching. He instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s chest. He takes some of it up to the Bear’s mouth and kisses him. I go to my knees and eat the young man’s ass. “Fuck me, daddy…” he moans. I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur… * My friend Rod arrives. It has been four or five years since I’ve seen him. He and his partner use to live in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west. I give my dick a break and we catch up as we each chug a bottle of water. Soon enough we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench. We go over. Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole is open and his ass lips puffy. He is also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue. I stand up and give him my dick. He’s surprised by my size, but takes it easily after a few moments. Rod comes back and watches me fuck. “I’ve missed seeing that,” he whispers in my ear. And then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut. I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left. Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking him with long, hard strokes. Hard enough that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass. I go around and watch Rod fuck. I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the back stroke. I want to piss on him, but I don’t think I can. It doesn’t matter, as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use us instead. Rod’s cock is covered, I am covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked. Rod pulls out. I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck. I push into the now super stretched hole. “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy. “Want it in your ass?” “Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…” I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking. It’s almost there…I pause and my cock explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss. As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning. Piss splashes out. Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a position to lick some. I keep pumping. My eyes connect with Rod. I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the other side. Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s ass. Rod is there to lick it all up… * Later. The youngest man at the party—at least he looks barely 25—is having his dream moment. He is in the sling. His daddy is at the head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in place. And the daddy is encouraging every man to use his boy. I have seen at least three men cum in him. I wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid. I watch another man just fuck and leave. I kneel and taste the collected loads. I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s mounded jock pouch. “You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?” The boy is breathless. His Daddy answers. “Do it. Fuck those loads into him.” I do. Slowly and deliberately. Rod watches. I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he is about to drop his load. He slips in and cums fast. This time Rod churns it. We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s ass… * A switch has flipped in Rod. Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds my dick—and he says so. The bench, next to the boy being loaded, is free. Rod climbs on. I spend a long time licking and tonguing his butt. Getting reacquainted with a hole I used to know like few others. I stand up and fuck. He feels great. Rod tells me so, until he gets a piss slick dick in his mouth. I grin at the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes. “Switch?” I ask. He nods and we change. Rod is getting just what he needs. He loves the taste of his ass on my cock. “Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands. He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around behind him. His hole is wet to the touch. I slide in easily. “You do the work,” I tell him, standing still. He fucks into Rod—and back on me. All three of us groan. The kid in the sling next to us takes another load and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!” This guy feels great—but I want more. I tell him to get on the bench with Rod. He lays down on Rod, chest to back. I have two holes to fuck—to go back and forth. I fuck Rod. He groans. I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can. And do. I give him half a dozen strokes. Back to Rod. He is panting now. Once more into Harness Guy. As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto his feet. I plow into Rod. And shoot. Noisily. Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…” I move. His cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load. I go to my knees. I clean his cock as he pulls out. Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole. I tongue it. I swallow our mixed jizz. My cock is still hard I am so turned on. I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot again. * It was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12 loads. They lost count. Late that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 25, 2021-
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Palm Springs: A Welcoming Piss Party
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 (This picks up right where The Set Up left off.) I watch the men arrive for a moment from my sliding glass door. I add one more wrist cuff. I already have the leather one on my left wrist signaling I am a top—I add a yellow and black cuff to my right. Yeah, I love piss…I grab my Gatorade bottle and go outside. I find Jay, my host, and tell him things look great. He introduces me to a number of his friends—and I am tired enough I can’t keep any of their names straight. But they are hot, inked and naked. I wander a little. The party is still mostly social. A few men have camped out below the two rimseats. I see a hot daddy pissing on the one of them. I follow a path on the lower level that leads to a little shed. Inside it, Jay and his partner have installed small lockers for the guests. There is also an outdoor shower on the building and a working sink. I move back to ledge. It is the perfect height to act as a slurp ramp. A hot inked daddy, three feet above smiles at me. I move to him—his uncut, half hard cock is right at my face level. His scrotum is pierced as well. He is wonderfully hairy and very tan. “You want this?” he asks, rather rhetorically, it seems to me. I take him into my mouth. He hardens slightly—and unloads quarts of piss down my throat. I pull back so I can taste a little of it, too—it is sweet and watery. When he runs dry, he hardens up and I use my tongue to push back his foreskin. He sighs and tells me I’m a good boy. He pulls out of my mouth and gestures for me to join him up there. It’s a big step, but with my long legs and a helping hand I make it. He pulls me into an embrace. The barbells in his nipples rub against my chest. We kiss—I wish I had saved some of his piss for him, but he’s fine with just the flavor of it on my tongue. He kneels and gets me hard. He sucks for a bit, then jumps down to where I had started. “Feed me some piss, man.” I have hydrated enough so that I should be able to—but I have not taken the heat of the night into the equation. I quickly learn I have to drink almost three times the amount I do back east to make clear piss. I apologize and we move on… * One of the men who I met in the round of introductions I see in the sling up on the porch. I go and watch. A Latino, around my age, is railing him with a short, thin cock. I stand at the side and stroke. The Latino slaps the sling guy’s butt and pulls out. He goes off and I go to my knees. I eat the hairy, just fucked ass. He is incredibly juicy—though I don’t think there is a load. I stand up. “Having a good time?” the guy asks. Then he sees me at full erection. “Fuck me with that thing,” he commands. I don’t hesitate to stick it into his wet, glistening hole. The guy’s eyes roll up into his head. He has a handsome face. His body is in good shape except for a pronounced belly. Random tats are on one pec, a shoulder and circling his navel. His moans and groans fill the night air. I look up and we’ve collected a small crowd. Hands are all over him—working his nips and his own very large cock. I feel a man rubbing my shoulder with one hand and brushing the other over my ass. Someone has crawled under the sling and is licking my balls—well, attempting to—as I fuck. I fuck him for a long time. Then I let him clean my dick, after I help him out of the sling. It is a great first fuck—and one that lets the whole group know exactly what I do. And Jim or John…or whatever Jay told me his name was…becomes my biggest cheerleader as he moves off amongst his friends… * I finally have piss. I feed a willing man below at the slurp area. He is slightly older, heavily tanned, and with the largest nipples I’ve seen. He twists them relentlessly as he drinks me down. I am pissing half hard. I stiffen right up as my stream dwindles. The man continues to suck me. Expertly. I jump down to his level. I lick his nipples. “Harder,” I’m told. My teeth graze them. “Harder.” I chew—only then do I get a satisfied sigh. Nipple guy pushes me down in a chair under a palm. He goes between my legs and continues his expert blow job. He takes me effortless down his throat, time after time, without choking. “Please lick my balls…” He stands up. I think I’ve offended him. But he begins to piss on my balls. An occasional splash goes on my cock, but it is mostly aimed at my nuts. The moment he stops he kneels and is on them, licking and smacking his lips. He literally, with a little help from the heat index, licks them dry. He comes up and kisses me—and then goes back to sucking my dick… * It’s late—or it feels it after my long day of travel. I find Jay and ask if he wants to fuck—but he is in host mode. I find the couple I know the least from of the ones from Chicago. We talk about my travels as I leisurely slide up the big bear bottom’s butt. All of us treat it as a way of saying hello. They soon amble off in search of more beer. I see a very hot bearded bear lying in the sling down on the pool level. I go over and kneel. His ass has been used. A lot. He is gaping and a tiny strand of cum is escaping his hole. I lick it up and lap all around his swollen lips. “That feels so nice…” he murmurs. From high above me comes a rain of piss. It hit the man’s dick and runs down his ass crack and into my mouth. When that stream finishes, another starts. Well, fuck, I realize it’s the bottom pissing himself. I drink and poke some of his own into his open hole. My cock is rampant. I stand up. I am truly soaked—but the desert air dries me as I push my throbbing cock into the guy. His eyes go big as he feels the stretch—even after all the use he’s had. I begin a noisy wet-bodies-hitting-each-other fuck. A young man, a rarity at tonight’s party, pisses on my cock as I fuck. The moment he finishes, he goes under the sling. This guy is limber enough to actually be able to lick my balls and the underside of my cock on the backstroke. I revel in his tongue and the sloppy hole. The first guy I fuck stands to the side. He beats his cock on the bear’s chest. There is another dousing of piss by him. I am getting close. I can’t imagine a better scene happening tonight. I slow the fuck. I feel the tongue under the sling licking all previous cum and piss off my dick—and that does it. I explode in the Bear. I stay inside him—deep. The guy under the sling is worming his tongue around, catching stray drops of cum and piss. I stay put. The Bearded Bear is groaning. The guy below is licking my balls now. And I begin to piss. Massively. The amount I’ve drunk is finally pouring out of me. I move just enough that some squirts out for the licker below. He gurgles his appreciation. And I collapse on the chest of the Bear. He holds he as my cock softens. It slips out. There is a gush out of Bear’s ass…all caught by the busy young man under me…. The original is at: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: A Welcoming Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 21, 2021 -
Thirsty, horny, bottom faggot looking for kinky bareback tops for play/use when my boyfriend is away. Hit me up, please sirs.
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Before Jay, there was Anthony & Mikey. You might say that they were my “can I really do this” litmus test. I met Mikey in an M4M AOL chatroom. It turned out we were both off school and were both bored and extremely horny. He was 20 compared to my freshly-turned 18. We both looked pretty similar: tall, skinny, smooth and with dark brown hair and eyes. Perhaps discovering we looked alike led to what happened. “Are you a sub?” Mikey asked. “I’m pretty sure I am. Although it’s not like I have any real-life experience to say for sure,” I typed back. “Experience is one thing I can help with!” he replied back. With both of us being bottoms, I was a bit confused as to how he could help me. “What are you doing for lunch? Come to the mall and have lunch with me and my master.” I felt a flurry of emotions as I sat there staring at the monitor. As dumb as it sounds now, I thought to myself that this would be the first “real gay thing” I had done in public. I wasn’t sure if I was suddenly admitting I might be gay, but going out on a lunch date with two gay guys seemed like a first step. “Okay. Why not!” I nervously replied. My hands were shaking so much that three simple words seemed nearly impossible to type. After I signed off, I was at at loss for what to do. Was this an actual date? Was I going to be having actual sex? What do I wear? Why was I even freaking out about what to wear? “Mikey said it was just lunch,” I mumbled to myself. I ended up quickly showering and throwing on my jeans and a simple t-shirt. As I walked into the mall, I wasn’t really sure what to do. I didn’t seem to see anyone that looked like Mikey’s pic. As I sat down on the bench near the mall entrance, I briefly contemplated that this was just a cruel joke. Maybe I was just early. Or, maybe someone was having a laugh at my expense. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, but was in actuality probably only a few minutes. “Ben?” I heard a voice from behind me before a hand landed on my right shoulder. A jolt of energy surged through me and I jumped a bit. “Sorry!” I said standing up embarrassed. It was Mikey standing in front of me. He was cuter and younger looking than his picture. “I didn’t mean to spook you,” he said with a smile. “This is your first time, huh?” he added. “Meeting other guys that is.” I laughed nervously, “That obvious huh?” “Come on. Sir is excited to meet you. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve seen him this worked up before.” Mikey led me over to this little Mexican eatery that existed outside of the food court. “This is Sir,” he said introducing me to a much older, stockier man in his forties. He had that delicate balance between beefy, muscular and chubby. With light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he had a certain undeniable magnetism. I was at a bit of a loss on what to say. “Hello...Sir.” It felt weird to refer to him like that. “You can call me Anthony,” he said with a chuckle. “While I appreciate the effort, you’re not my slave like Mikey is; at least not yet,” he added with another chuckle and pat on my back. We got our food and sat down at a double table with four chairs. I sat by myself on one side with Anthony directly across from me. I’m not sure, but I think that may have been the most nervous I have ever been. With people all around us, all I thought about was who did I know that was going to see me out on my gay lunch date? As we started talking about work, school and family, I became much more relaxed. It felt like we were all just friends hanging out together despite this undeniable undercurrent to the whole lunch. “Oh shit,” Mikey suddenly said while looking down at his watch. “I need to run or I’m going to be late for my Chemistry lab. It was nice meeting you, Ben. Go easy on him, Sir,” he said with a sly smile. “You know me,” Anthony quickly retorted. Mikey locked eyes with me. During that moment, I was unfamiliar with the emotion those chocolate eyes were conveying. After an intense but fleeting moment, Mikey turned his head back towards Anthony. “I do know you. That’s why I’m telling you to go easy. Ben’s a naive little lamb that I feel like I’m abandoning to a wolf.” “We’re either prey or predator,” Anthony retorted. “Don’t you agree, Ben?” I’ll admit that I was lost. There was clearly substance to their conversation that I was lacking knowledge of. “I have my own take on that subject.” “And which are you then, Ben?” Anthony asked inquisitively. “Don’t answer that, Ben,” Mikey quickly interjected. “You’re too virginal to answer that in complete honesty.” He leaned into Anthony ear and whispered something inaudible to me. “I can’t promise that,” Anthony replied. Mikey shot me another somewhat unsettling glance. Leaning over towards me, he whispered, “Sorry. I do really have to go. Otherwise, I’d stay with you.” I didn’t know how to feel in the moment. It all felt like complex layers of linguistic entendre. With Mike gone, Anthony crossed his arms flat on the table and looked at me intently. “So...prey or predator. Tell me your unique take on the dichotomy?” “Sometimes, I believe one can be predatory prey.” Anthony looked intrigued if not a bit dismissive as well. “Do elaborate.” “I’m not saying this applies to me necessarily…” I started to say. “But it totally applies to you,” Anthony interrupted with a smile. I smiled back. “Fine. In some moments, I crave something with such wanton abandon that I actively hunt for the thing that I know will hurt me...or rather to satiate my hunger. I’m not simply passive in waiting for my predator to find me. Sometimes, I’ll leave the comfort of my den, so to speak, and search for a hunter. I’ll lay out my traps rather than the reverse.” He sat that smiling ear to ear. “That’s a point if view that has never been conveyed to me before. So...the obvious question then is did you seek out Mikey so you could leave your den?” “Mikey was merely coincidence that we were online in the same room, but…” I hesitated to finish my thought. I wasn’t even entirely positive that my current thought was even actually valid or truthful to why I decided to go to lunch. “But?” Anthony probed. I felt my cock flinch in my underwear suddenly. “But, I maybe have chosen to leave my safe den to meet you as Mikey’s master.” “Really...why?” “Like he said. I don’t have experience being a real-life submissive. Perhaps, the temptation to present myself to you and see what you’d do to me was something that I craved more than I could resist.” I felt my cock suddenly become fully erect in my jeans. Whatever happened next, I knew I wasn’t going to be in control. My secret lusts that I normally kept chained and repressed were now in control. I was merely along for the ride at my desires behest. “And what did you hope would happen to you, Ben?” With people coming and going all around us, I’m a bit surprised that Anthony was able to engage me to a point where those people didn’t exist. Talking so openly about this side of me was something I never thought I would do out in the open. “I don’t like to put artificial restrictions on what can happen to me,” I playfully but honestly replied. “How can I put restrictions on things that I’ve never experienced in the flesh? Seems like I would potentially miss out on a lot of experiences that I might have enjoyed.” “But what about when you experience something bad?” “Knowing me,” I replied, “my brain is capable of transforming bad things into something enjoyable or exciting in one way or another.” “That’s what I like to hear,” Anthony said with a devilish grin. “Come. Let me show you my special, little, fortress of solitude.” I followed Anthony down the main corridor of the mall until we made a left into one of the offshoot arms containing the more boutique stores. He walked us to a nearly-hidden door that was only discernible from a push-button keypad on the wall. Pushing a series of numbers, the practically seamless door popped open. “Woah,” I said in amazement. “Kinda neat, huh? It’s the service corridor to this section of the mall. Deliveries, maintenance, and things like that all take place through these secret-ish tunnels.” I followed him down the long, cinder-block hallway with painted concrete floor. On our left, we passed a series of doors that either had a three-digit number or sometimes a store name written on masking tape below the number line. Some even had peepholes like a hotel room door. “Pretty sparse on lighting,” I said while noticing the general lack of overhead lights. “At night, when I have to stay late doing inventory for my store, it can get pretty spooky in here. Without the ambient noise of shoppers and music playing through the speakers everywhere, these areas feel more like haunted tombs.” I felt shivers run through my arms, down my spine, and all the way through my legs to my feet. I definitely felt the sudden fear, anxiety, and paradoxical sexual tension of being prey begin to course through my veins. “You know,” Anthony continued, “they have cameras everywhere else in this godforsaken tribute to capitalism except, of course, for the bathrooms and these private hallways.” Another serious round of chills flowed inside of me as we stopped next to a door on our right marked “Danger. No Admittance.” Anthony produced a key-ring burdened with countless, unmarked keys. “It does say danger,” I remarked as his fingers flipped through key after key. “I thought that hunting prey liked danger?” he responded coyly while opening the door. He extended his left arm to hold the door open while looking at me. “Well? After you.” I suppose a part of me was considering that I had bitten off more than I could chew. But, what could I do now? Turn around and run away? Mikey whispering that he was sorry to me back at the taco place was replaying over and over in my mind. Did he know this was going to happen? Is this what Mikey was whispering to Anthony about when Anthony replied that he couldn’t promise that? Did Mikey tell him not to bring me here? I felt like I was about to throw up, but I was also tired of just living a life of fantasy. I was getting tired of imaging all the dirty things I wanted to do only to end up just jerking off by myself. I had told myself in the car on the way to lunch that I would see this through no matter what. It was just that I figured the likelihood of anything really wild transpiring was virtually nil. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself. I bent down and crept underneath Anthony’s outstretched arm into the mystery room. Looking back on that moment years later, I realize how clever Anthony was. Making me bend down and walk underneath his arm into that room subtly put me in a mindset of being below him. That seemingly benign placement of bodies forced me to enter that room as undeniable prey. My hunt had concluded, and now I was going to reap my rewards. “That’a boy,” he said as I slipped past him. Looking around the room, it appeared to be a sort of boiler and electrical room. A large boiler surrounded by hurricane fencing took up a solid quarter of the room. On the opposite side, several industrial breaker boxes were mounted against the wall. A long, wooden table sat adjacent to them. It was covered with an assortment of tools, wires, and bins containing a vast array of miscellaneous screws, bolts, and so forth. “Not really super bright,” I said while trying to adjust the red hue cast by a single, red bulb installed into a socket mounted on a side wall. “I dunno,” Anthony said pressing up against my back with his burly body. “I kind of like the red. It makes it a bit like a horror movie. Perfect for someone in your position right now.” He started kissing my neck while reaching around my waist to unbutton my jeans. It was the first time that anyone had kissed me sexually. Mentally, I didn’t know how to react. Thank god my cock was in control instead. I melted back into him and he pushed my jeans and underwear down with his thumbs. “What if someone comes in here?” I panted as the band of my underwear popped over my erection leaving it to bobble about wildly for a few seconds. “Well,” Anthony said taking my cock in his left hand and whispering into my ear from behind, “you might even have more fun. It’s just me and the janitor that have a key. It’s our little play room when we find the right…” “Prey,” I cooed as his thumb tormented my highly sensitive frenulum. “Mmmhhh,” he moaned. I turned my head and we began kissing deeply as he continued to masterfully stroke my eager cock. I imagined the countless other boys that he had done this to in this very spot. I was surprised that I began to feel jealous. I possessed that annoying personality flaw of perfectionism. It was bad enough that, in that moment, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to be his most favorite prey. I worked myself out of my shoes as we continued to make out. Anthony then stepped down between my legs onto my jeans and underwear that laid around my ankles. As I stepped carefully out of those, he slipped my shirt off over my head. Soon, my smooth, white body stood naked and bathed in the blood-red light of the room’s lone source luminescence. Anthony walked in front of me and pulled on my cock to follow him. He escorted me to the cage around the boiler. By now, the once imperceptible heat the boiler continually gave off was quite apparent. As he opened the cage door’s padlock with yet another key, it was impossible not to feel the heat emanating from the steel beast. Sweat had begun to form on my arms and chest and trickle down my skin as Anthony guided me into the cage. I turned around expecting him to join me inside. Instead, he quickly closed and locked the door. “Get on your knees and press that little ass against the cage.” I climbed down onto my knees and positioned my body as requested. “Good...now reach back at your sides and grab the fencing with your fingers.” As I did, he used long, black zip-ties to secure my wrists and hands to the fencing behind me. “Are you scared yet?” he asked. “A little,” I admitted despite my cock’s leakage indicating that I was more in a state of anticipation and submission. I suddenly felt something round and hard pushing against my asshole. I grunted in response while wondering what might be attempting to violate me. “Lean forward,” he instructed. As I put my weight forward, the zip-ties dug into skin of my wrists as they began to bear my weight. I felt what had been teasing my pucker suddenly slide inside me. I moaned in intense pleasure at the first time someone else was penetrating me. As grand as it is fucking myself with a toy, it’s a million times better when someone else is taking control of my body for their own enjoyment. “Someone is an eager beaver,” Anthony teased while pushing a push-broom’s wooden handle deeper and deeper inside me. “Watch that little guy just swallow this up like it was candy. Does that feel good?” “Fuck yes,” I moaned as sweat dripped from my body onto the floor below. “Mikey didn’t care for this part of his initiation,” Anthony said as he began semi-roughly plunging the handle in and out of my ass. It was that tenuous line of being close to being in pain and crying out and moaning like a slut desperate for more violation “Initiation?” I moaned as my ass began to rock against the rough fencing. Anthony said nothing. I only felt him remove the handle and then press something thick through my impromptu cage. I heard his belt buckle hit the floor and then the rattle of the fencing as his grabbed it. A moment later, his cock was forcing my hole open. “Oooohhh fuck,” I moaned while feeling my restrained hands beginning to tingle. Anthony began what I can only describe as hate-fucking me. “Ooohhh god...ohhh fuck me,” I cried out into the sauna-like room. As he continued to pummel my ass, my mind would drift back to Mikey at the Mexican place. It almost seemed as if he didn’t want me to experience this carnal bliss. Was he jealous? Was he worried that he’d be replaced by me? It didn’t seem like he was jealous. I just couldn’t put my finger on what took place twenty minutes prior. I could hear Anthony grunt over the bubbling and grinding of the boiler a few feet in front of me. “Dumb...ungh...fucking...faggot...unnggghhh…slut.” “What?” I moaned as his cock felt like it was a steel I-beam sliding in and out of me. He didn’t answer. I could only hear more grunts, the sound of my ass being pounded, and the rattling of the fencing like a wild animal was trying to tear its way out of it. As it felt like I was about to pass out from either the heat or the anal throttling I was receiving, the crazed rattling of the cage stopped. Anthony let out a long, deep, animalistic growl. I stayed nearly motionless on my knees leaning forward while picturing my hands purple from lack of circulation thanks to the zip-ties. It took Anthony over a minute before he finally pulled out of my achingly, sore hole. A few seconds after that were the two quick snips of my bindings holding me in place. I fell forward onto the floor staring at my right hand. Every so slowly the pins and needles sensation dissipated and life began to return to my extremities. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at Anthony who was standing with his semi-flaccid cock in his hand. What do I even say in such a moment? Even if I had something primed and ready, it didn’t matter. A stream of hot piss shot forth from the tip of his dick and began spraying my chest. I felt hot, salty droplets of the spray hitting my face as his stream slowly moved upwards. Was he expecting me to? I opened my mouth just as his deluge reach my chin. Suddenly, his salty nectar was pouring into my mouth. Do I? Is he going to want me to? Swallow this? My mind was racing as his piss quickly filled my open maw. I didn’t have time to debate this any longer. I quickly gulped down his warm offering. I immediately began coughing. Anthony laughed as he let his remaining bit of piss rain down on my own cock. “You’ll have to get used to drinking piss if you want to be a proper slave,” he said as he snaked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Anthony opened the cage to the boiler and tossed my clothes onto my piss-soaked body. “You can see yourself out. I need to get back to work,” he said coldly before turning away and existing the room. “Wow,” I said aloud in the empty room. “Discarded like a used condom.” The words leaving my lips suddenly clicked. I sat up and looked down between my legs. My ass was leaking his cum out onto floor. “Oh shit...I am the discarded condom.” I scooped up some of his leaking seed with two fingers from my left hand and laid back down. I slipped both cummy fingertips into my freshly fucked asshole and began jerking off with my free hand. Maybe it was stench of piss that I now reeked of and also continued to taste, or maybe it was the overall feeling of being successful prey, but I was quickly squirting my own cum onto my stomach. I laid on the filthy floor a while longer—almost reveling in my state of unbridled debauchery. I had stuck to my promise in the car on the way to the mall. I finally lived out a fantasy no matter what. I smelled like old piss; was sweating like a roasting piglet; and felt completely drained physically and mentally. I wondered if I should just continue to lay there naked and available. Maybe Anthony would return for seconds later. Or, maybe the janitor would suddenly walk in and see me splayed out and vulnerable. Part of me envisioned the janitor coming in and disposing of my clothes. He could keep me caged up and naked next to the boiler forever. I’d be their secret, permanent sex toy trapped in the mall. Countless people would go about their business outside that door never knowing that I was inside and being kept prisoner. I had to stop thinking such delightful thoughts or I’d end up needing to rub another load out. Besides, I wasn’t even sure what time it was. I should get my ass home before anyone else beat me to it. I desperately needed a shower...but maybe after I slipped the toilet brush in my bottom and had one more quick orgasm reliving the day’s adventure. I didn’t see Mikey online for a couple of weeks. I sort of assumed I’d hear from Anthony. Mikey surely gave him my email. I began to wonder if I was that bad of a fuck that I really was being tossed aside like a spent rubber. What had I done wrong? Was I that unworthy to be another slave in Anthony’s harem of boys? “Hey,” the instant message announced itself with a ding. “Dude!” I replied equal parts excited and pissed. “WTF?!?!” “I know...I know...I’m so sorry, Ben.” “Wait…for what? This feels like for something more than ghosting me.” “I told him that I didn’t want him to do what he did. That’s what I whispered to him. That’s why I apologized for having to leave to you. I told him that you were too...new.” “Okay...what are you talking about?” “I help, Sir...I help him find new boys like you that are maybe a little naive but are eager to be dirty.” “Okay…” “He likes to do what he calls his ‘initiation’ with them.” “Right. He said you hated yours but he didn’t say anything more. He just started fucking with a broom and then with his...you know…” “Yah...I know. He does that to every new boy I find for him.” “Oh…” I felt truly unimportant and not remotely special. “Ugh...he likes to convert innocent guys like you.” “Into his slave. Yeah. So, I didn’t pass his initiation. It sucks.” “Have you been sick lately?” “What? No lol I’ve been sad at being ghosted by you two, but no, I’ve been fine otherwise.” “Well, then you didn’t pass the initiation. Be glad. Listen, I gotta go. Be safe. You seem like a nice guy. I’m sorry you ended up in that situation.” What situation was he talking about? What was I missing? “I mean I had a great time. There’s nothing to be sorry about, Mikey.” Undeliverable. He had signed off. I never heard from Mikey again, and I avoided the mall. I was too embarrassed at the thought of running into Anthony. I was a disappointment to him when I thought everything went well. But, a couple of weeks after I last talked to Mikey, I was chatting with a new guy. Somehow my adventure with Mikey and Anthony became the topic of conversation. “Oh, bro! I know Anthony and Mikey!” “Okay, so give me insight to what I did wrong.” “Seriously?” “Yes!” “Dude...Mikey lures...well recruits may be more fair of a word...he recruits guys for Anthony to bareback.” “Right. He fucked me bareback.” “And you haven’t gotten sick?” “What the fuck? Mikey asked me too. Why is everyone concerned?” “Because he has AIDS and isn’t on any meds. His initiation is breeding negative holes and giving them his super viral loads. That’s their thing. How did you not know?” How the fuck would I know? It was the first time we talked. I was completely new to the gay community on AOL at the time. I laid in bed that night remembering every thought, feeling, taste and smell of my time in the boiler cage. As much as I tried to resist an erection thinking about what had happened, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching under the covers to pleasure my cock. I thought about how hard he fucked me with the broom and then his cock. He must have been so excited at the chance to flood a virgin hole. I shot my load while realizing that I happily scooped up his cum and finger-fucked my own sore hole with his poz seed. I realized that was one of my best orgasms laying there covered in his piss while fingering myself. As I licked the cum from my fingers safe at home in bed, I started to imagine my own cum was now tainted. It could have happened. Hell, I did everything inadvertently to make it happen. I slid into the chair behind my desk after locking my bedroom door. My fingers quickly started typing away in an IRC channel dedicated to poz men in my city. The bug had bitten me.
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People say, “Never meet your hero.” Whether it’s driving your dream car or actually meeting your idol in real life, there’s the risk you’ll be disappointed. It’s always a gamble. I feel it’s true for sex as well. You can have the most fucked up fantasies that make you cum far harder than your ordinary, vanilla fantasies—the kind of orgasm that curls your toes and give you a charlie horse. But what happens when the opportunity presents itself to live out one of those perverted desires that gnaw away on your brain during every waking moment of your life? Do you give into your lusts? Do you overcome the fear that springs forth when you’re confronted with the chance to be bad? Do you ignore all the people that have always told you, “Some fantasies should just remain fantasies.”? Do you give in willingly to the demon inside which is tempting you with depravity? Or, do you need some help in slipping down into the dark morass that has been building and bubbling up within you all this time? When Jay took me to the glory-hole for the first time, it unleashed a ravenous devil within me. All of my darkest desires that had previously made me fantasize about sucking and fucking anonymous cock had been magically transformed within in that tiny, smelly buddy-booth. I had lived out the intangible. I suppose there was always the possibility that my fantasies of how incredible it would be to be a glory-hole slut would be revealed as horrible lies in the actual throes of carnal action. I could have hated letting that first cock slip between my lips. I could have cried in pathetic regret as Jay allowed an unsheathed stranger’s cock to slide into my ass and proceed to pump me full of unknown seed. But, that didn’t happen. Instead, it was as if I was proven right. The truth about myself was exposed; I was a deplorable slut and now Jay and I both knew it. Not one to take his foot off the pedal of depravity when it came to me, Jay and I were going to an unknown location in the middle of the night the following Friday after our glory-hole adventure. I was dressed in a pair of loose, nylon tennis shorts with no underwear, a tank-top and some sneakers. I definitely didn’t feel dressed up, but my lack of underwear underneath my loose shorts made it clear that I was dressed for easy access not as a fashion statement. This fact made me feel like a completely disposable whore, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The hornier I was, the more likely I was going to make the type of bad decisions we both enjoyed taking place. It was almost midnight when he pulled off at an exit and stopped at a 24-hour truck stop. Curiously, he parked rather far from the front door of the convenience mart. We were off to the side of a line of idling trucks and underneath a broken parking lot light. Jay disappeared into the store area while I sat alone contemplating the uncertain night ahead. I wondered how sore my throat or asshole were going to be 12 hours from now. I watched a tiny version of Jay through the windows of the store. He darted up and down aisles looking for things. Finally, he along with a rather burly looking trucker exited the store at the same time. Both men stopped on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the store and were clearly talking. Did he know this guy? Was this going to be my evening’s entertainment? Jay and the bearded trucker continued talking until I saw Jay point towards his car with me nervously situated in it. “Seriously?” I thought as some nerves began to take root in me. It’s too bad that my cock didn’t know better as it poked down and out the left leg of my shorts—its pink head and some shaft clearly showing. Both men began walking towards the car with Jay holding a white, plastic bag in his left hand. I could feel my heart thumping away and my pucker clenching like a vise. Perhaps I wasn’t the bastion of slutdom that I thought I had so easily become thanks to a few hours in a glory-hole 7 days prior. Jay opened my door and told me to get out. I stood up outside the car with my awkward boner popping out the bottom of my shorts. “See! I told you he’d be hard,” Jay said. The stranger grabbed the exposed part of my cock and I shivered. He ran his large hand up my shaft until my shorts got pulled over my cock and balls. “Mmmhh that’s a nice cock there boy,” he grunted while stroking me. I remained dumbfounded and silent. “It’s nice, but this is his real prize,” Jay said turning me to face the car. The trucker had let go of my dick as I turned and jay pulled my shorts down. I knew what was expected of me in this moment despite my fears and anxiety trying to make me forget. I bent over and placed my hands on the edge of the passenger seat I was just sitting in. As I spread my feet apart, the trucker commented, “And already trained I see.” I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my ass that I assumed was the trucker’s. “He has...potential for sure,” Jay replied. Somehow his words seemed to turn me on as the trucker’s meaty paws squeezed and pulled at my cheeks. I looked down between my legs as saw the trucker get down on his knees. The next instant I felt a wiry beard scraping against my soft ass and a tongue lapping at my hole. The stranger bathed my tiny, pink hole with his immensely wet tongue. “Mmmhh it tastes as yummy as it looks.” While I couldn’t quite see, I could hear him begin tugging vigorously on his cock as he kept trying to force his tongue inside my asshole. It was the first time anyone had rimmed me, and I’d be lying if I said it was anything less than amazing. It dawned on me as the tip of his tongue had finally managed to force itself inside me that this was taking place in a relatively open, public space. I could hear trucks coming and going in front of Jay’s car where I was having my fuckhole tongued. I wondered what they might be thinking as they saw us. Perhaps this wasn’t something entirely uncommon—just another set of truck-stop holes getting used. What if more truckers were lining up behind me for their turn? The thought was as scary as it was titillating. Lost in thought about what people might be thinking about us and who might be next with my body, I didn’t even notice that the trucker had stood up and had stopped rimming my now soaking wet hole. “Do you mind if I…” the stranger asked. “Not at all, but it looks like you may have a hard time getting that in there,” Jay said with an impish chuckle. Oh god...this guy must have a monster dick. I grasped onto the edge of the seat as hard as I could and bit my lower lip. I could feel the copious amounts of slobber running down my balls as I waited for the inevitable. “I also don’t have…” the stranger started to say before Jay interrupted. “He likes it raw. He had his first raw cock at a glory-hole just last Friday and fell in love with being impregnated like the bitch-boy he is. Isn’t that right, slut?” I was instantly relieving in glorious detail that anon dick sliding between my cheeks and into my nervously, tight and quivering ass. God, it felt so wrong but so fucking good. My lips parted briefly, “Yes, Sir,” I moaned before biting my lip again. “That’s not very enthusiastic,” Jay admonished. “Ask this man for his cum inside you. Tell him how much you crave a stranger’s cum injected deep into your boy cunt.” A nervous as I was in the moment, being talked to like that by Jay always unleashed a dark energy in me. I would become something sub-human. He knew the exact right things to say to keep me in the insane moment at hand no matter how much my logical brain told me to stop behaving immorally. “Please, Sir,” I moaned. “He’s right. I crave dick inside me. Any cock. Any time. Please fuck me full of your cum. My body needs cum to survive.” The words flowed past my lips unfettered by any sense of right or wrong. They just lept forth from me seemingly beyond my control. Perhaps it was the demon within taking charge now and I was just a bystander. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as I felt him pressing the giant head of his cock against my wet hole. “Ohhh god,” I moaned softly as my fingers went white clutching the seat in front of me. “No god here, boy. Just my fat cock ruining your asshole in a truck-stop parking lot.” I grunted in pain but kept my teeth firmly biting down on my lower lip. I shut my eyes. All I could picture was a baseball bat trying to force itself inside me. The trucker grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he pushed even harder forwards. My hole may have been slightly penetrated by his tongue, but it was by no means ready to be busted open by his king kong cock. “Fuuuuck,” I grunted in agony. He was finally making progress violating me. It felt like my asshole was slowly being stretched open to the point of tearing. “At least if it tore open, you’d take his fat prick easier. Men love busting open a fresh cunt like yours,” the demon teased softly in my mind. “Ooohhh fuck,” I moaned. Suddenly, I could feel him pop inside me. There was a brief reprieve in pain and the sensation of being torn apart, but then he began throttling my ass like a cheap whore. The pain and feeling of be split into two was now a constant sensation along with the added feeling of being impaled by a bowling pin. The stranger grunted deeply as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips. The sounds of his balls and thighs slapping against my ass seemed to echo in my ears—even over the sounds of all the traffic around us. The only interruption to the symphony of my anal assault were the moments when he’d stopped momentarily to spit on his engorged shaft before returning to his animalistic humping. It’s not like the teaspoon of spit even made a difference. I was essentially being dry-fucked by an elephant’s cock. The intense pounding seemed to go on forever. My legs and arms were quivering, and my asshole...my asshole was on fire. Several staccato pumps followed by an unholy growl and grunt echoed in the car where my head was. I felt his heavy, hairy balls come to rest against my own. Now the once forceful pumping had become a few, brief twitches as he began fertilizing my ass. I could see it perfectly; his swollen head spurting thick ropes of off-white cum into my bowels. My torn up and raw insides would be suddenly drenched in his thick spunk, and then it would slowly pool up and begin to become absorbed. Soon his seed pumped painfully deep inside me at this random truck-stop parking lot would fuse with me. I opened my eyes finally and looked between my legs. My cock was achingly hard. A glistening string of precum hung several inches from my tip—lightly swaying in the breeze of this depraved night. After about a minute, I could feel the once impossibly hard dick inside me gong flaccid. His balls now fully drained inside me, the trucker’s cock slid out from my gaping asshole with a squelching sound. “Mmmh that was quite the treat. You’d make some good money whoring this bitch out to guys parked here on a night like tonight. We get tired of the same old lot lizards and their busted holes. Some fresh meat would be greatly appreciated.” “That’s tempting and something I hadn’t considered. But unfortunately, I’ve got other plans for him tonight. Maybe next Friday night,” Jay replied. “Put him in a skirt, a slutty top and some heels and you’d rake in the cash. I’d better get back to my delivery though. Thanks for the cum dump,” the nameless trucker said zipping up and walking away. I started to stand up when Jay immediately intervened. “Kneel down in the seat with you head down and ass up in the air hanging out the door.” I climbed onto the seat and got in to position while wondering how much of my donor’s cum had been absorbed. I could hear Jay going through the plastic shopping bag he had come out of the mini-mart with. The sounds of cardboard boxes opening was followed by him tossing two green boxes onto the floorboard next to me. “Fleet disposable enema,” I silently read. No sooner than I realized what was about to happen, I felt the rough tip of a nozzle being pushed into my asshole. I grunted softly as it scraped against my raw flesh and listened to the sounds of him squeezing the bottle. “Here,” he said. “Hold this one.” Jay reached in and handed me the deformed, empty bottle of enema solution. Then I felt another prick as he pushed the tip of the second bottle into me. This time I felt the fluid rushing into my bowels as he squeezed every last drop from the bottle. Reaching into the car, he opened his glovebox and produced an extra-large, bright red silicone buttplug. Jay wasted no time in pushing it into place in my quivering fuckhole. I still felt uncommonly loose and sore after the pounding I had just received. Next, Jay grabbed the bag, boxes and my empty enema bottle. “Take this trash over to bin over there.” “By the bathroom door?” I said hesitantly. “Yes. Hurry up. We don’t have much time with all that in your ass.” I stood up feeling the large base of my plug rubbing against my soft ass-cheeks. I started to pull up my shorts that were laying on the ground outside the car. “No. No shorts.” I would protest but I knew that it would be futile. With my cock still hard despite the circumstances, I quickly walked across the parking lot towards the trash bin near the outside bathroom’s door. Several truckers walking to and from the mini-mart cat-called me. I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment even as my dick continued to leak. As I returned back to the car, Jay had a devious smile on his face. “Maybe we should come back here next Friday night. You aren’t even dressed up and you’re getting a lot of attention.” Jay stuck his arm out towards me. My shorts hung from his pointing index finger. “I could always use some fun money. Would you like to earn me some money?” Grabbing my shorts and slipping them on, I found myself saying that I’d love to be his whore without even thinking twice about it. We got back into the car and resumed our trip to a destination I was still oblivious to. Twenty minutes later I could feel the churning in my guts. The double-dose of enema solution was kicking in. Even my upper lip was beginning to sweat as I twisted and winced in my seat. Jay laughed and grabbed my cock with this right hand as he drove. “That ass about ready to explode?” “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered as my abdominal discomfort was at odds with his stroking of my dick. “I need to go soon...really soon.” “Almost there,” he said taking the next exit that appeared around the bend in the highway. We drove a short bit in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere when suddenly a large metal building appeared sitting nestled among the tall trees. As we pulled into the gravel lot, I could see the signage indicating it was an adult bookstore and theater. My heart began to race with anticipation. There was a surprising amount of cars, pickups, and even a few semis scattered piecemeal on the expansive, poorly lit lot. Jay drove us to the farthest, darkest corner of the lost and backed into an unmarked spot. Turning off the car, he looked at me. “Okay then. Do your business.” “Where?” I asked legitimately confused. “Right there. In the grass behind us of course. Go on, before you shit all over the inside of my car. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. I don’t know what I expected to happen. So, I carefully got out of the car with cramps raging through my guts. I had to hold onto the side of his car and stay bent over partially or it felt like I was going to die. You could hear the gurgling and bubbling deep with my bowels. Jay had gotten out as well and was already behind the car by the time I was able to limp back there. I slipped off my shorts once again and placed them on the trunk. I look over at Jay who had his phone out and was recording me, but I didn’t have time to give that fact much thought. I had to shit so badly that I just needed relief no matter what. I got down on my hands and knees and reached behind me to find the base of the plug. With a firm grip, I yanked it out as fast a humanly possible and pushed my ass backwards. A torrential out-pouring of shit and enema liquid exploded from me. I couldn’t help but moan a deep sigh of relief as the brown fountain seemed to go on forever. I eventually looked up to see Jay rubbing his cock through his pants while still recording me. A few wet farts and grunts later, literally everything that was inside my intestines had been blasted over the grass and into the trees behind me. I don’t think I had ever felt so utterly empty before. Jay reached into the open window of the backseat and tossed a packet of wet-wipes in front of me. I looked back up into the phone’s camera. “Now you clean up.” I found it oddly erotic wiping my ass while he recorded me. Thankfully, the enema had done most of the work and it only took a few wipes before I was sparkling clean. “All done, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I said standing up. “Good boy. Put your shorts on and sit back down in the passenger seat.” I slipped my shorts over my semi-erect cock and returned to car. Jay fumbled around in the trunk before walking to me with his hands behind his back. “What’s going on?” “It’s time to make this evening fun for you,” he said while showing his hands. In one he had a syringe and in the other a rubber tourniquet. “No no...I don’t do,” I started to say. “Shhhh...it’s just a little happy juice to help you enjoy tonight more. So you don’t get...overwhelmed by all the attention.” By that point I could feel the tourniquet squeezing my arm tightly while Jay tapped on the inside of my forearm just below my elbow. I closed my eyes just in time to feel the prick of the needle pierce my skin. It burned at first as he began to depress the plunger, but after a few brief moments the burning turned in an overwhelming warmth. I could feel it traveling through every inch of my body until I was embraced completely. I felt like I had begun to float on a pillowy-soft cloud high above my body which itself had begun to slouch into the passenger seat. I felt detached from my brain and all of its useless thoughts of anxiety and morality. Jay chuckled, “Look at you all relaxed and happy. Time to start the fun.” He reached down and helped me to my feet. I practically floated above the ground as we walked across the lot toward the entrance. Once inside, he didn’t bother to parade me through the aisles like in the other sex store. Instead, we meandered through a darkened hallway into a private theater. The room was built as a stadium with five tiers and each tier had five, four-person leather couches placed side-by-side. In the front of the room at ground level was a long carpeted bench that was full enclosed a few feet from the projector screen that had porn playing. We moved up to the middle row and sat down in the middle of the center couch. The black, cum-stained couch felt like heaven as my body absorbed into it. The porno playing was a blurry mess in my eyes, but the audio of the hardcore fucking taking place had brought my drugged cock to life. As I haphazardly pawed at my erection with my shorts still on, a stranger suddenly slid into the cushion next to me on our couch. His hand moved mine off to my side and then slid under my shorts. He began playing with my loose balls and rubbing the palm of his hand against the length of my shaft. Jay grabbed my right hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock that he had snuck out of his pants without my knowledge. As I began stroking Jay’s dick, the stranger on my left had worked some fingers down between my legs and was toying with my hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and wiggling my hips around to give him access. I suppose my moaning and gyrating had drawn some attention from the other patrons. My eyes caught the blurry visage of a hulking man moving up the stairs towards us. This Goliath came down our row and came to stand directly in front of me. He dropped his shorts to reveal the biggest, blackest cock I have ever seen. As the waistband snapped over his cock’s enormous mushroom tip, his dick bounced and swayed wildly until it came to rest hanging down at a slight angle. “You’re fucking huge,” I said drugged out of my mind. All three men surrounding me laughed as Jay reached into his pockets and pulled out a small, travel-sized, bottle of lube and handed it to the hung black guy. As he began rubbing the lube all up and down the massive appendage between his legs, Jay had quickly pulled off my shorts. Both he and the stranger to my left pulled both of my legs to my chest with their hands under my thighs. I sunk further down into the couch and felt my ass spread open wide. “You’re going to fuck me?” I asked in a soft, mumbled voice. “Of course he is,” Jay said. “That’s why you’re here tonight.” I looked down between my legs as his dark tip disappeared below my own cock and balls. “Ooh fuck!” I moaned. “He’s too big for me...I can’t...There’s no way,” I exclaimed as I reached to push him back from me as the head do his dick began to press against my asshole. “Just relax,” Jay soothed. “Let the drugs help you take him as deep and hard as he wants. Give your pussy to him.” I moved my hands to my sides and resigned to the fate that was unwinding. I watched in disbelief as the massive, black snake in front of me began to disappear into me. I couldn’t feel the extreme pain I expected to feel of him clearly busting my hole open with his enormous dick. All I could feel was a mild discomfort and tugging on my hole as his shimmering, lubed shaft began pumping in and out of me. It was a complete mind-fuck to be fucked so hard by something so big and not be able to really enjoy or even hate it. I felt more like a doll than an actual boy—some kind of “thing” existing between the living realm and Purgatory. “Does is hurt?” Jay asked. “N...n...no,” I moaned. “I don’t feel anything.” “Just like a disposable fleshlight,” he replied. “Made to never feel; just be fucked, filled and thrown away.” “Ohhh fuck,” I moaned right as the stranger’s large hands wrapped around my throat and began to squeeze. “That’s right,” he grunted as he leaned into me and began pounding me as hard as he could. “A little, white fucktoy for every man here to use up tonight.” My resulting moan as a result of his perversely-true words came out as a struggling gasp as his grip continued to tighten. My vision began to narrow as he ruthlessly pounded my numbed body into submission. My mouth was open wanting to breathe, but his grip rendered that fruitless. Instead, he chose to lean forward and spit directly into it and laugh. Eventually, as I felt I was about to pass out, the stranger in me grunted and remained motionless. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew he was impregnating me with his seed. I wanted to feel something other than numb and empty-headed. I wanted to feel the rush that I did the previous Friday taking my first anonymous load in the buddy-booth. Instead, I just sat their bent in half pushed into the couch gasping for air as my insides were coated with strange cum. I had expected Jay and the stranger on my left to release my legs when the hulk between my legs pulled out of my ass and disappeared into the blurry darkness. Instead, another strange man was there stroking his bare cock at the entrance to my stretched hole. In he went without anyone saying a word—all while the moans and grunts from the porno playing filled the room. I noticed a small crowd of men around us. Some were standing over us from the tiered-row behind our couch. I could see them stroking their cocks overhead. Others stood in the row below us and some appeared to be waiting in line on either side of us. One thing that many had in common was their cellphones capturing everything. From flashes of light of still photos being taken, to the constant glare of their camera phone’s light as they video recorded me being violated, in my current drugged state it was a messy blur of action all happening at once. Jay was right. Had I not been injected with his happy juice, I probably would have been overwhelmed. And, bizarrely, there was something comforting about existing merely as a numb, brainless vessel for these men to enjoy. The little jackrabbit inside me second was far less girthy than the colossus before him. Perhaps he thought fucking me lightning fast would make me feel something. Sadly, he was wrong. I was barely aware his cock was inside me. Still, being inside my pre-stretched and seeded hole didn’t seem to both him. He happily grunted and thrusted away at his fucktoy. I felt something welling up with me I thought, but it was hard to be sure. Before I could really process what was going on, I had started pissing even with my cock solidly hard. That was a strange first for me. The stranger holding my left leg up against my chest grabbed my cock with his remaining free hand and aimed it directly at my face. Soon my hot piss was showering my face. Jay quickly latched onto the opportunity and opened my mouth with two fingers. It was the first time that piss had ever crossed my lips. I didn’t even think to spit it out. Instead, I greedily swallowed my warm nectar and felt it disappear down the back of my throat and into my belly. Some of the guys behind us must have enjoyed this. As urine slowly petered out from my cock leaving me with a soaked face and shirt, ropes of cum came shooting down onto me. I was suddenly a very filthy, wet, sex toy. My little jackrabbit fucker quickly drained in balls into me—perhaps not wanting to get any errant cum on himself. Jay pulled me out of my bent position and had me climb onto my knees on the couch. As soon as my head and arms went over the back of the couch, a pair of hands had grabbed my head and a cock was thrust down into my throat. I’m sure that I gagged and spit up as he began to face-fuck me, but everything was so ethereal and muted. As men took turns fucking my mouth and filling my belly with either cum or sometimes their piss, my asshole never seemed to be left unplugged. I don’t even largely recall things after this point. It became a blur of cocks slipping in and out of my drugged body. I was there. I was conscious. But, I existed on the outside—watching this theater slut being used over and over like a rag-doll. At some point, I slipped back partially into reality. Jay was driving us on the highway. My shorts were back on and my top was on as well (albeit covered in dried piss and cum). My stomach felt full to the point of me nearly puking. My mouth and throat were subtly aching, yet my asshole seemed nonexistent. I assumed I was still under the effects of whatever he shot into my arm. With my head leaning against the B-pillar, I watched the lights of the city emerge. We were close to home. I couldn’t really conjure the energy to talk as we pulled into his driveway. He carefully walked me into his place and laid me down on a guest bed still clothed and reeking of sex. I could see the morning sun’s rays starting to filter into the room as I closed my eyes. I slept for the next 12 hours dreaming that I had become sort sort of fuckable mannequin that was thoroughly abused in some dark warehouse. When I finally woke up and stumbled out into Jay’s living room, I could see him watching video he had recorded of the previous night on his TV. I saw myself bent over the couch with my holes being pummeled and a blank, doll-like expression on my face. “There’s my little theater slut!” Jay said stroking his cock on the couch. “I was about to come wake you up with this.” I moved slowly forward pulling my dirty shorts down. “That’s a good boy,” he said with a devilish smile.
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*all characters are 18 or older Inspired by pm from @swimslut and a very vivid dream last night. I hope you all enjoy: My name is Mark. Im an asshole. More on that later. I'm an elite level swimmer. I am the best at my university, and I nearly made the Olympic team two years ago. As a swimmer I've traveled the country winning nearly all my heats and gotten in most podiums. I've also had numerous encounters during these events. At least one was more fateful than the rest. You see, I'm HIV positive. I don't know who gave it to me, but it's opened up a huge new horizon for me. As someone that's tested regularly for drugs, I'm not taking meds. Even though the doc at the clinic told me I needed to due to how high my viral load is. It's only gone up in the last six months since my diagnosis. I dont know how many guys I've given it to. But I had one dream target. My little brother Jake is the golden child of the family. Not just with my parents, but my entire family. It's hard to live up to the standards my little brother set, but I've taken him down a significant peg... 30 days ago Text from Andy: Yo Mark. We're have a get together at our place tonight. You should come over. I found a hot lil slut that doesn't know he's a slut yet. I popped that freshly legal cherry last night. Attached was an image of the sexiest ass I've ever seen. I need to breed this one. Reply to Andy: goddamn dude. I'd love to have a go in that boipussy. But you don't want what I got and i sure as hell don't wanna ruin my connection to the best green in the state. Andy: I hear you. As long as I get him before you, I don't give a fuck what you have. This twink isn't local so its not like im going to fuck him again. He's just here for the state swim meet. I got a new batch of the good if you wanna try. I'll let you have him for free. Party starts at 4, he'll be here after 5. Me: I'm down. I'll be there after the meet. Gotta support the my lil bro. Andy: I didn't know you had any siblings. I'll see you after the meet then. Bring some swim gear. We got a big ass pool and there will be plenty of ass for you. Me: He's a golden child, so normally I wish I didn't have a sibling. I'll catch you tonight. I took a shower and headed out of town to meet my parents at the meet. After lunch with the folks, we head to the local community college to watch Jamie. I get bored and walk around while the girls are swimming and see a couple fan boys looking at me. Lust in their eyes. I walk over and make small talk. They are aware of who I am in the swim community and one keeps licking his fat dick sucking lips. All these fine assess in speedos got me hard and this one will do. "You know where the bathroom is?" I ask the one now staring at my bulge. "Um. It's over there." And points to the main bathroom area. There are tons of people and not enough room in the stall for both of us. "That's not what I want. Where's a private bathroom or area for...dark deeds." He gives me some directions hurriedly and is breathing heavily. "You 18?" "Yes, I am Mark. Two months ago." "Show me the bathroom. I wanna discuss your technique." He glances around and grabs my hand to guide me. We get to one of the office bathrooms and he locks the door. He quickly gets in his knees and fishes my fat member out. "Jesus it's bigger than I thought. It's so big in the speedos." "That's cause it's soft in those pics, it's only a semi right now. I gotta piss." He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. I take out my phone and record him drinking my piss. "If your good enough at giving me head, I'll fuck you raw tomorrow and share it on my private Twitter." "Deal! I thought that was your account I found." "Shut up slut." I force his head on my cock and begin to face fuck him. After a few minutes I felt that all too familiar sensation in my balls. I waited until the last moment and pulled my cock out of this lil twinks mouth and shot my load all over his face. First shot went into his left eye then his hair, cheek, and chin. I shoved my cock back in his mouth for the last twitch. He continued moaning and sucking on my rod. So I pulled my phone out and took a few more pics of his cum covered face. I began recording a live video for my private snapchat of this cum covered slut sucking my cock until I had to piss again. "Hold it all you filthy whore." I stopped mid stream, "show us what's in your mouth." He opens up revealing my piss in his mouth. "Swallow." As soon as he complies, I continue pissing on his face, then his hair, and on his speedo covered cock. I stuff my cock back into my shorts and quickly make my way back to the bleachers. On my way I note a very sexy ass in a size too small speedo jiggling in front of me down the hall. Very bubbly. Tight and fit thighs. A very feminine silhouette but clearly a male competitor from my old high school. I lick my lips and take note of his height to scope out my brother's teammate for a potential hookup for this week since I'll be home for break. This is one ass I wanna destroy and whore out even. He heads to the team area and I head up the bleachers and sit next to the parents. "What took you so long?" My dad asks. "I met some fanboys, so I had to encourage them." "Okay." My dad says. My mom continue to stare almost knowingly. I smirk and try to find that great ass across the pool from us. I gander at all the fit and sexy meat. I scan down the pool looking for the familiar green and yellow speedos. "How was Jake?" My dad asks. There they are. "Umm, I'm not sure." I inspect the team more throughly. "I didn't see him." "Really?" I find the ass pointing right at me. Bent over at the hips. Hands caressing the calves as the slide their way up the legs. God this slut is perfect. Look at that flexibility. Hands make their way up the thighs. He adjusts the back of the speedo making me bite my lip as my cock awakens. He begins to turn around towards the crowd. I devour up the lithe body presenting to the crowd. My dad continues, "He walked out right in front of you coming out of the hallway." I lock eyes finally with this perfect fuck meat. My perfect little brother. Jake. He waves at us. At the predator looking for a feast.
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Hogtieing Ross
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
North of Home—June, 2021 I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home. I was headed up for the third time at the top of June. I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different. Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature. I packed accordingly… I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots. Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in. He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity. I point to the floor between my legs. He kneels between my scuffed boots. “Start with my balls.” He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered. He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery. Now I take my cock out. I slap his cheek with the head. It makes a hollow sound. I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone. Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me. I let him get me good and wet at his own speed. But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face. It feels great—and I can go deep. But I want to go deeper yet. “Sit on the bed.” I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him. He presents his wrists for the same treatment. “Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” He does it—in a smooth, graceful move. He opens his mouth expectantly. I straddle his head. I bend and lower my cock his mouth. And begin to fuck. Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge. I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath. Then five or six. Pause. And again. This time, when I pull out he is panting. I shove right back in and go the deepest yet. I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva. I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face. He pants. I grab the hogtie clip. I fasten his legs to it. “Take a hit,” I tell him. The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips. I press down drawing his extremities together. My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck. He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it. I throat fuck him one last time. As deep as I’ve been ever. Again, I pull up deep throat slime. This time I smear it on my cock. I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed. Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height. My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit. We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest. I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move. Even if he wanted to. And he doesn’t. He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole. I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him. Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together. I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass. * We are in the sling. I have eaten his well fucked ass. I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands. I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop. “You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans. It’s true. I am hosing his chute. It feels like a huge load. When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him. I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth. He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth. I swallow frantically. I am not going to waste a drop. When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick. “I have to piss,” he tells me. We trade places. He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling. And he’s good. Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack. Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue. My balls, my perineum, my ass crack. The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up. It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again… * Ross is back in the sling. My left hand is deep in his hole. I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers. This is an old trick with him…but one he loves. I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole. I jerk myself inside him. I switch hands—and add my cock again. “Double me. Please…” I re-grease. Both hands. I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him. I do it again. Left. Add the right. A slight turn. Hold and get them out. I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out. “I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies. We switch back to the bed. I fuck him on all fours. I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out. I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth. He has incredible control. He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. I stop stroking my cock. His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss. It’s too much. I stand up. My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud. It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process. I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot. I stand frozen and not moving. I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me. Finally, I kneel. I whimper as he pushes out one last time. His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum. I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh… The original post, with pictures of the restraints, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/08/hogtieing-ross.html- 15 comments
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