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Grand Rapids—October, 2022 I had joined Osvaldo at a number of events held at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. Between each of them he kept up a lively text conversation—sending me enticing pictures of his ass. I finally gave in and decided to meet him at the second Cum-Union party of October. We agreed on a time—and off I went. I paid my admission and went to find my locker. The place seemed busy, but not packed. I hoped that would mean men would be more playful. I ditched my clothes, leaving on a moderately stained jock and my combat boots. I was a half hour early, so I went to make a tour of the upstairs play areas. It hasn’t changed. The sling is hung at a horrible downward angle and too low (except for the shortest top you can imagine.) There is a dark corner nearby with a couch. There is a porn viewing area and a sauna. The gloryhole room is empty. The medical exam table is on the opposite side, along with another porn screen. I sat in the big porn area (with theatre seats) and stroked a little… “Hello, again…” It is a young Latin man, but not Osvaldo. He reaches for my cock—and grabs me tightly. Too tightly to be comfortable. I pry his fingers loose. I recognize him from the last time I was here. We’d fucked—and it was adequate. I explain I am waiting for someone. “Find me later,” he says as he goes off on the hunt. I put my now wilted cock away and go down to the lockers. And there is Osvaldo, just locking his up. We hug. “I am on the waiting list for a room,” he tells me. But we don’t wait. We go up to the medical exam table. I bend him over, so his chest is on the padded table top. His towel falls away. He has gained a little weight since our last meet, but it just makes his ass more voluptuous. I kneel and bury my face into his cheeks for the first of hundreds of times in the next few hours. He is wet, just from the thought of my cock. I burrow in. The sound of my spitting into his hole fills the concrete walled room. I need to fuck. I stand up and slide into him. He gasps. He’s been playing with some big toys—he takes me much easier than last time. I fuck him—long strokes. And slow. “Give it to me hard…” he moans. I do. Now it is the sound of my hips on his ample ass that fill the room. And draw spectators. They stroke openly or grope themselves through their towels. One man, my age, knows what we want. He comes over and feeds Osvaldo his cock. It’s only been ten minutes—and already the boy has what he craves—cock in both holes at the same time. Eventually, I offer the man Osvaldo’s ass. “Thanks, but I’m an oral guy,” he says, pulling out and wrapping his towel around his bigger than average cock. We fuck some more there, but no one else joins us. I pull out and go sit in a chair near the table. I spread my legs. “Taste your ass on my dick.” He’s right there, kneeling and cleaning my cock. His tongue works every inch. He suddenly stops, checking his phone, his constant companion. “I’ll be back,” he tells me. “Fuck someone else for a minute.” And is gone down the stairs. Instantly, the other Latin guy is there. Did he hear Osvaldo? He bends over the exam table. I eat him out and fuck him. But he’s one of those guys who tells me exactly how I need to do it. Too deep, too fast, too slow, etc. I make a mental note to avoid him in the future. I slap his ass, pull out and go downstairs. Osvaldo meets me—he has the room. It’s a double bed sized mattress on a wooden platform. He leads me there and firmly shuts the door. “Just us this time.” He tells me to lie down. He gives me head. He snaps away with his phone. This is why he wanted the room. He is taking pictures of his mouth wrapped around my dick. Or licking my boots. Or him sitting on my face, feeding me his wet hole. Now he gets close-ups of my cock sliding into him as he sits on me. He bounces hard—blissing out and finally forgetting to film. When his legs tire, I lean him chest to bed and eat his now super wet hole. I fuck—and kill the shot (the video I posted) by putting my knee up on the bed so I can fuck him deeper. My left hand finds the back of his neck. I hold him in place as I plow into him… * I open the door. A Latino Daddy is right there. He comes in and fucks for a bit. When he leaves, I eat the hole he’s just plowed and fuck Osvaldo until the next man arrives. A young otter clambers up on the bed and feeds Osvaldo as I fuck. He eventually fucks him, too. He says nothing, but I find that he has loaded Osvaldo’s ass. I felch it out. Another man enters and fucks. Yet another comes in as I’m fucking. His finger indicates that he wants my ass. When I say “no” he has no interest in staying. Even the bottom next door comes over to fuck Osvaldo. “It sounded so good through the wall,” he tells us, “I got super hard.” He has—and uses it on Oswado’s, now super wet, hole. We try another round upstairs. But we get no takers. We go into the glory hole room. No one. We go back to his room, and instantly have two more guys in with us. Each fucks him. No loads, but that’s just fine. I clean his ass up each time before fucking him as hard as I know how.. * It’s late. I need to go. The men at the door have slowed. I am getting tired. Osvaldo is on his back, legs in the air. I stand on the floor at the edge of the bed and slip into him, worrying that I have fucked too much to get off. But no. I give him three jets of cum. But it’s that rote emptying of my over-used balls—not the overpowering cum shot I love. I say good night. The moment I leave, a Latin daddy is back for more. He shuts the door behind him. I make one more round of the play area. A young man I recognize from somewhere is getting fucked on the couch near the sling. He is also sucking a third man’s cock. I watch his ass get loaded. The guy leaves. The young man does not move. I go over and sample the load dripping from his hole. My tongue finds it thick and creamy. My cock demands to fuck. I slip into him. The young man grunts around the cock in his mouth. I fuck a few swift strokes in the cummy hole. I am there. The full blown cum shot I needed. I give him back more cum than I ate from his hole…and tell him so as I pull out. He just keeps sucking the other man, his dripping ass up in the air for more… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Gets What He Needs at Cum-Union (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 20,2022 -
Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—October, 2022 I had met him just a few days ago. Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place. (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two). He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him. He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass. He had asked for my number before we were done there. A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom… He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom. He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock. I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair. His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock. He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch. He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric. My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue. It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended. He lifts an edge and my cock springs free. He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat. To the root. And holding it there. I push slightly—making him choke. He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Do that again.” So I do. He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit. My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face. This makes his hard cock ooze. We do it all again, repeating the same process. “Up on the bench,” He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass. “Anything you want,” he tells me. I choose to tongue it first. Deep and hard. He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall. It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing. Now he can see it as well as feel it. He moans. I stand up. “Did you say ‘anything?’” “Yes, Sir. I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack. A short, quick blast. I go to my knees and lick him clean. I stand up and do it again. I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock. This time when I stand, I push into him. His puffy ass lips part and take me. One inch. Two. I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. “Fuck me!” I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck. I speed up quickly. I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly. Just as suddenly I stop. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, Sir. Love it.” I walk around to his mouth. He gobbles me down, slurping loudly. “Can you taste any of my piss?” He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative. I go back and fuck him some more. When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock. I let him. I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep. Then it’s another round in his butt. He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few. He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile. I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. Which makes me want to fuck it one more time… * We’ve moved to the sling. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass. It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me. His hole is responsive to every thrust. “Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.” This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains. Finally, I stop to catch my breath. “Let me eat your ass. Please.” “Sling or rimseat?” I ask. “Both.” I help him out and take his place in the sling. He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt. He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue. He’s great. And obviously loves it. He’s rock hard. I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror. I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry. I just lie back and stroke. “I want to try the rimseat.” I get out and drag it from its corner. I arrange the mat to lie on. “Let me give you a break and go under first.” I do. His ass fills every bit of room. My mouth is plastered to his wet hole. I can barely get air. But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine. I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum. It’s my turn to groan. He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me. I turn myself to the side in order to get some air. I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again. He stands up. “My turn.” We switch. I sit gingerly on the seat. His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole. I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue. Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable. My hole is amazing relaxed and wet. I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest. He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there. “I need to breed you. You want my cum up your hole?” “Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me. I stand up. I move around and help him to his feet. “Sling or bench?” “Sling,” he decides. “I can see more.” Back to the sling we go. I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again. My cock is slick and ready. I stand up and plow into him. He grunts at the force of my entry. I can’t help it. I am in total rut. I can think of nothing but my release. Two strokes. Maybe three. And I explode. Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock. I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted… * (And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub. He’s coming back next week!) The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 15, 2022 -
I'm trying another something new. A collection of one off stories, all centered around a few common characters and themes, all a little bit in the world of science fiction. I hope y'all enjoy my new stories of transformation and change! Part 1: The Experiment Week 1: The ad had been simple, yet it had attracted Jonny’s attention right away. Of course, that was its intention. Jonny was young, and just out of college. At 22 he considered himself to be in his prime. He was cocky, he looked good naked and he knew it. His round pecs had in the last two years started to grow an ever-expanding patch of hair right in the center that now spanned from round pert nipple to round pert nipple. He worked out often, and had the high bouncing butt to prove it, not that it ever saw any action. In his freshman yes of college Jonny had found himself dating a waifish insatiable bottom which had done two things for his psyche. First, he came to think of himself over the course of that relationship as a strict top; an opinion that he carried to this day. Secondly, that all bottoms were smaller and weaker than him. It was part of what had driven him to the gym. If he was going to be all top he had to look the part. Over the next for years he had sculpted himself into his idea of the perfect top, and when he stood naked with his seven and a half inch monstrously thick dick sticking out from his dense pubes it was hard to argue with his self-assessment. Looking for young gay men for a sexual health study, and possible experiment. First session is an interview, if applicants qualify they will be contacted for further interviews or experiments. Applicants should be self-identified as “tops.” This is a paid study. That simple paragraph had changed the course of Jonny’s life. Like most people right out of college he was hard up for money, and looking for a job. He’d used almost all the money he’d gotten at graduation to move out of his college apartment and into a small place just outside the gay neighborhood with two other guys he knew from college. They had both found jobs fairly quickly but Jonny was struggling. After almost a full month of sending out what felt like hundreds of resumes the fun part of “fun-employment” was wearing off. The prospect of being paid to talk about his sex life seemed almost too good to be true. After seeing the ad online he’d quickly clicked on the link to sign up. He’d entered his name and age, a few other stats and then clicked submit. After only just a few minutes an email came through with an appointment time and location. It all seemed so easy. Two days later Jonny walked up the steps of an uninteresting looking office building. He got in the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. In the elevator bay a sign with rearrangeable white block letters read “Queer Sexual Health Study Room 709” with an arrow pointing down the nondescript hallway. About halfway down the hallway he found room 708 and feeling just a little bit nervous, knocked. “Come in,” said a light voice through the door. Jonny opened it and found himself what looked like a small doctor’s office waiting room. At a desk across from the door sat a blond twink with shaggy hair and a thin narrow face. He flashed a big toothy smile at Jonny and said, “Come on in and close the door.” He had a soft floating voice with a hint of a lisp. He was a the exact kind of guy Jonny loved, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. “You must be Jonny?” asked the twink. “Yeah. I have a… uh…” he checked his phone for the appointment notice, “three o’clock appointment for the study.” “Perfect.” He grabbed a clip board from a stack and passed it over the desk with a pen. “Go ahead and fill this out. It confirms the information you submitted on the webform and then in a consent for the study. Take your time and read through it all if you like.” He flashed another big smile. Jonny eyed him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Jonny quickly filled out his information again, his eyes frequently flicking up to the twink behind the desk. Every once in a while, they caught each other’s eye and the twink would grin. Jonny barely read the consent form, if he had read it a little bit more he might have understood what he was signing up for, but as it was he found himself more than a little distracted. Having scribbled his signature across the bottom of the consent form, Jonny got up, tried and failed to hide his erection, and handed the twink back the clipboard. “Thanks, give me just one moment.” The twink got up and went through a door off to the side of the desk. Jonny eyes his narrow hips and pert butt as he walked away. He was practically drooling. Jonny was left alone, his mind full of thoughts of lust for the twink. After a few minutes he was back and holding the door open said, “follow me please.” Jonny got up and adjusted his boner again, sticking it up into the waistband of his briefs. The door opened on to another corridor. Lining one wall were a series of door that all opened onto little rooms. Each one was fitted out with a desk, a comfortable looking couch, and an exam table. It was like a cross between a doctors exam room and a therapists office. The twink lead Jonny down to the last room at the end of the hall and said, “Doctor Marks will be with you in just a moment. Feel free to make yourself comfortable on the couch.” Jonny sat down and looked around, the twink gave him another winning smile and then left, closing the door behind him. The room was a clinical blue green color, and the exam table had a thin sheet of paper over it. Had it not been for the couch, and the dimmed lighting it would have felt exactly like a doctor’s office. Jonny found himself starting to get nervous. What had he signed up for? Just a minute later there came a light knock on the door and a man let himself in. He was tall and broad shouldered. His handsome face sported a close cropped beard, and fleck of gray at the temples of his short hair. He was certainly handsome but not Jonny’s type. This was the sort of man Jonny hoped he’d grow into, not the kind he hooked up with. “Hi,” said the man extending a large hand to Jonny, “I’m Doctor Marks. You must be…” he consulted the clipboard in his arm, “Jonny. Nice to meet you.” Jonny shook his hand, “Hi, its… it’s good to meet you too.” “You must be wondering what our little study is about,” said Dr. Marks moving around the room to sit at the wooden desk. He gestured to the couch and Jonny sat back down. “Yeah kind of.” Jonny admitted with a sheepish grin. “Well, I’m a psychologist first of all, and I’m interested in what drives people’s sexual desires. Ultimately, I’m hoping to understand where sexual fetishes come from, how do they form in the mind, how do they evolve, how do they relate to the rest of our lives and psyche, and can they be changed. However, for this part of the study we’re starting with something more basic, the building blocks if you will. Before delving into kinks and fetishes and the more specific aspects of sex we’re looking at what defines roles in gay sex. To put it plainly, why are some people tops, some bottoms, and some vers. Is it something innate, something learned, is it both, can it change over time, can stimulus change it.” “Cool,” said Jonny, genuinely interested, “But I don’t think anything can change me from being a top.” Dr. Marks smiled at that, and continued, “So, todays interview is to assess if you’re right for the study. From your answers on the questionnaire, it seems likely that you are. You will be paid one hundred dollars for the session no matter what the outcome is. If we decide you’re a good fit we’ll have you watch a little informational video and then schedule you for your next visit. How does all of that sound.” “Sounds good to me,” the thought of a hundred dollars for just answering questions sounded amazing to Jonny. “Great. Now these questions are obviously going to be very personal in nature, I’m sure you saw that in the consent form. Please answer honestly, that’s the only way for us really to get good data.” “Understood.” Dr. Marks looked down at the clipboard now resting on his knee, picked up his pen, and cleared his throat. “It says on here that you consider yourself to be a strict top.” Color rose in Jonny’s cheeks. Somehow hearing that said out loud in such a clinical tone made him embarrassed, but he said in as strong a voice as he could, “correct.” “How long have you been sexually active?” “Six years.” “That would have made you how old when you lost your virginity?” “Sixteen.” Dr. Marks made a note on his clip board, “can you tell me about that first sexual experience?” “Well that was, this guy in high school, we had both just come out. It didn’t really mean much but we blew each other in his car parked at this old baseball field a little out of town. Then I fucked… I topped him once.” “You can say fucked,” Dr. Marks gave Jonny a reassuring smile and a nod. “Where you the top in that encounter because you already considered yourself to be an exclusive top?” “No… not really, its just sort of how it played out.” “When would you say you started to identify as a top?” “My first boyfriend in college, this hot little twink. He only wanted to get fucked, and I found that I loved it. I started going to the gym because I wanted to bulk up and pound him harder. I loved hearing him moan when I slid my dick in his hole.” His dick was getting hard again thinking about it, he shifted trying to hide his erection. “Its alright if you become aroused, many of our subjects do when talking about their experiences. It’s nothing to be worried about or ashamed of.” “Oh… uh… thanks.” “You were saying?” “Yeah. Right. So I was the top in that relationship, and when we broke up I just kept going. I think the fact that I had bulked up made the other guys at school see me as a top and that’s how I started to see myself. Now, honestly now I can’t ever imagine it differently. In four years, I’ve never been interested in being fucked. Plus, I’m only really into guys much smaller than me, so it would be weird to be fucked by one.” Jonny let out a little nervous laugh and waited as Dr. Marks stopped scribbling his notes. “Great. What’s your relationship to protection and safe sex?” “Well…I probably should be better. I’m on PrEP, but still. I usually fuck raw. It just feels so good sliding into a tight hole, feeling it open up around my shaft and then pumping my load inside.” “You said that in four years you’ve ‘never been interested in being fucked’ does that mean you don’t like it or that its never happened?” “There have been a few guys who were interested, one guy even started eating my ass, but… its just not my thing.” “So you’ve never been the bottom?” “Nope, gold start top.” Jonny was proud of that fact. He may have been a slut in college but his hole was untouched. “Great. How many sexual partners would you average a week?” “Two to three.” “Now are you on any of the hook up apps?” “Yeah, um… Scruff mainly, but sometimes Grindr and Sniffies.” “How often would you say you are on the apps?” “At least once a day.” “And how often do you meet someone from there?” “Probably once a week.” “If you make it into the study would you be willing to let us look at your profile as the study progresses.” “Sure… not that I change it often.” “No most people don’t. Alright. I think that’s all of the introductory interview questions. I’m going to step out and confer with a colleague about your responses and I will be back in a few minutes.” Jonny was horny as hell now thinking about all the twinks he’d fucked over the years. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum matting his treasure trail down. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back into the couch imagining the reception twink between his legs right now sucking on his hard dick. Dr. Marks knocked on the door again before letting himself in. Jonny jumped a little and say up straight, trying in vain to make it look like he hadn’t just been fantasizing about sex. “Right,” said Dr. Marks, ignoring the compromising position he had just caught Jonny in, “after talking it over we feel like you are the perfect candidate. So, next thing for today is watching the introductory video. A lot of this information is in there but I want to just say some of it to you personally. “By agreeing to be in the study you are committing to four sessions with us. They will all involve and interview portion, getting more and more in depth each time. Each will also include a short video to be watched before leaving. The first and last sessions will involve a physical examination. This is mainly to collect accurate stats on participants to see if there are physiological factors in determining tops and bottoms, or physical manifestations of those preferences. You will also be paid three hundred dollars for each of those sessions. Meaning for completing the whole study you’ll be paid a thirteen hundred dollars. Sound good?” “Sounds amazing!” “Great. I’ll just set up this video and leave you to watch it, please do pay close attention. I’ll come back when it’s over.” Dr. Marks picked up a remote from his desk and aimed it at the wall. A projector flickered to life and the entire wall across for Jonny was filled with a title screen reading “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study.” “Title’s a little different from the hallway sign,” Jonny joked, “Queer Sexual Health?” “Yes, we try to keep a bit of a low profile in the building. Not everyone would be thrilled about a gay sex fetish study on their floor.” “True.” “Alright, I’ll click play here and leave you to it.” He got up and crossed to the door. He pointed the remote at the projector again and the play icon appeared in the corner of the title card. He gave Jonny one more smiled and then dimmed the lights and left the room. For a moment the room was silent except for the whirring of the projector fan. Then a low, warm, resonant voice filled the room. It started out seeming as though it was only coming from the wall being projected on, but quickly spread out till it felt like it was surrounding Jonny. For a moment, feeling this voice surround him was alarming, but there was something in the warm honey tambour of the sound that soothed him. “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study,” the voice said, “we are so happy you’re here, and have agreed to be part of our study.” A low hum joined the voice, it ebbed and flowed, a slow rhythmic tempo like the water of a lake lapping at the shore. “Please listen carefully. As you’ve been told the study will consists of three sessions. Each session will have an interview, a film segment like this one, and the first and last session will have a physical examination. It is important that you are honest and open with us. Only complete honesty will provide us with the results we need. The hum had gotten louder and without thinking about it Jonny had noticed his breathing matching the pulse. It was calming. “During the physical examination you will be required to be nude in front of one of our technicians. They will take measurements of different parts of your body, including both your flaccid and erect penis.” Jonny’s dick gave a throb, he hoped that technicians meant the twink from the lobby. “You will also be required to give us access to your online dating profiled and hook up apps. We will examine your profile itself, along with the stats on the those you contact most often. “This portion of the study is looking at what makes a top a top, and a bottom a bottom. It is our goal to determine if those differences are innate, and if they can be changed.” There was a long pause in the narration and the title card faded to black. It was just the thrum. Jonny felt himself slipping back into the couch. He felt all tension leaving his body. “Focus closely on the center of the image in front of you,” the voice said. Then a small white dot appeared. Jonny trained his eyes in and focused. The dot started to ebb and flow with the drone, it grew and shrank. It made his eyes feel heavy. “Though you may think your role as a top cannot be changed that is not true. It’s not true because you are not truly a top. You are not truly vers. You are a bottom. Seeing a bottom being fucked turns you on because you see how good it would to be fucked yourself. You know this to be true.” The voice was washing over Jonny. He was no longer conscious of what exactly was being said. It was all just a wash of sound and light. The pulsing of the dot, and throbbing of the drone had overwhelmed his mind. He understood what the voice was saying, but was completely unaware of its message. The dot on the screen grew. It was no longer just a point of white light, but a glowing disk that grew till it seemed to envelope Jonny. He was falling forward into the bright white abyss. Then a new sound was added to the drone, the grunting of men. It was the unmistakable sound of two men having sex, and amongst it one man saying over and over “Yes, please, fuck me, use me, fuck me.” “You long to be fucked,” the voice said and from inside the white void came an image of a hot muscled jock on his back his face contorted in pleasure. The image filled the whole screen and then flashed to a video of a fat cock sliding raw into a well fucked hole. “It’s easier to surrender. We will help you surrender.” More images of dicks sliding into loose holes, the sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud now it had almost drowned out the drone, and in the background the voice of a mysterious horny bottom continued to plead for cock. “Give in. Take your place as a bottom. Service the men around you. You long to be fucked by them, to be bred by them. Your hole is desperate for cum. Let go. Let your mind go. Release yourself. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” ---- When the lights blinked back on Jonny found himself slumped into the couch, his mouth hanging slightly open and a little trail of drool running down his chin. What had just happened he thought. He looked at his watch. He’d been in that room for over an hour, but it had seemed like just a few minutes. Had that intro video really been an hour? He shook it off and got up. His dick was soft, but there was a wet spot in the front of his pants where he had leaked precum. He tried to cover it with his hands. Just as he was about to open the door the handle turned and Dr. Marks came back. “You did great! Alright. Stop and see Toby out front and we’ll get you booked up. No more than a week between sessions but five days is optimal. Toby will also cut you a check. See you in a week!” Then he was gone. Jonny felt shaky and uneasy as he made his way to the front desk. His head seemed to be buzzing slightly, as if his mind were full of bees. He blinked almost unseeingly at the twink when he got back to the reception room. The cute blond just smiled knowingly and handed him a check then said “How about this coming Wednesday at 2pm? That work.” “Yeah… uh… yeah sure…” “Let’s put that in your phone now so you don’t forget shall we.” Toby added the appointment to Jonny’s phone and then he was out of the office and back on the street. What the fuck, he thought. Week 2: Five days later Jonny was once again sitting in the small waiting room across from Toby. It had been a strange five days. After he’d left the office the last time he’d felt out of it for the rest of the day, if he really was honest he still felt a little strange. Now, back in the waiting room, he felt nervous and excited. His heart was beating quickly and his dick refused to go completely soft. Something about all of this turned him on immensely but he didn’t really understand what. It was Dr. Marks who called him back this time. Sticking his head around the door he’d called Jonny back to the row of exam rooms and led him once again to the last one at the end of the hall. “Its good to see you again Jonny,” Dr. Marks said, gesturing to the couch again for Jonny to sit. Jonny sat down, the couch felt safe and familiar now, some of the tension went out of his body. “Thanks. You too.” “How was your week?” “It was good…” “What is it?” “Nothing… do you have questions for me?” “After the initial interview this part of the study is a little less ridged. We can have more of a conversation than just question and answer.” “Oh, right. Sure.” “So, your week? You said it was good but you kind of hesitated, was anything odd?” “I mean it was fine, I’m looking for a job so that occupies a lot of my time.” “Of course, I can imagine.” “But I was also so fucking horny all week. It was probably just talking about sex, and then thinking about the study.” “That’s understandable, analyzing your sex life, and asking why you are attracted to things can lead to an increase in libido for sure. Did this result in an increase in sex drive, or sexual encounters?” “Yeah.” Jonny chuckled a little embarrassed, “I had four different guys over this week.” “How did you find them?” “On the apps.” “And what role did you play in those encounters?” Jonny paused, this was what had been weight on him, “I was the top in all four…” “Feels like there’s a but hanging there.” “It was weird,” and with that a series of thoughts he hadn’t quite put together all tumbled out of him. “They were all hot, these bottoms. All twinky guys like I like, all horny as fuck and desperate to be bred. Something was different in the energy. I wasn’t as… the connection wasn’t there. Like I fucked them and I got off but it wasn’t as satisfying as usual. Does that make sense. I would get off and it would be hot but afterwards I was still not horny but unsatisfied, like I needed something more or something else. I’ve never felt that before.” “That’s very interesting.” Dr. Marks scribbled a long note on his clip board. “I’m intrigued to see if this carries into next week and how you feel after this session.” “Do you think it had something to do with last week?” Jonny asked nervously. “No. I’m sure you just had an odd week. You were super turned on talking about yourself and your love of topping and it through you off for a few days. Nothing to think too much about.” “Sure. I’m sure you’re right.” “Now, did your increase libido come with an increase in masturbation as well as sexual activity?” “I seriously jerked off like four times a day.” “Is that unusual?” “I’m normally a one or two kinda guy… but this week… this week its like all I could think about was sex.” “Fascinating. What do you use for stimulation when you masturbate?” “My hand…?” “No,” Dr. Marks chuckled. “Do you look at porn? Read erotica? Just imagine things?” “Oh! I usually watch porn.” “What sort?” “Anything with a twinky bottom usually.” “And this week? The same? Anything new?” “Well… yesterday I was scrolling through Twitter and I ended up stroking to a couple of muscle jocks getting fucked.” “Interesting? Who were the tops in these videos?” “One was kinda a bear type and another was also a jock.” “And that’s unusual for you?” “Yeah. I almost exclusively watch twinks get fucked, though I’ve watched them get fucked by all sorts of guys.” “So jock bottoms is an unusual choice for you?” “Yeah… it was really hot though.” “I’m sure it was. Alright, I think that’s the whole interview portion for today. Next my assistant Max will come in and he’ll do your physical and set you up for the video then you’re done for the day. I’ll see you when you’re all finished up.” “Thanks Dr. Marks.” “Sure think Jonny. Just sit tight.” Talking with Dr. Marks had gotten him aroused again. His dick was throbbing in his jeans, and a small dark spot of precum was forming. Fuck, Jonny thought, how was he this fucking horny. A soft rap on the door broke him out of his thoughts. “Hello,” said Max as he entered the room. He was younger then Dr Marks, probably in his late twenties early thirties. He had floppy brown hair combed over to one side and a stubby chin. His eyes were bright and kind, and he gave Jonny a big reassuring smile. “I’m Max, Dr. Marks assistant.” He held out his hand, and Jonny shook it. He felt a little bolt of electricity shoot through him at Max’s touch. Max, like Dr. Marks, was wildly different from Jonny’s type but his broad shoulders and thick arm stirred something in Jonny. “So has the process here been explained to you?” Max said sitting down at the desk. “Yeah. You’re going to take some sort of stats on me?” “That’s right. Mostly some basic stuff: height, weight, blood pressure, resting heart rate. That sort of thing. Then we’ll also do some other physical measurements. We’ll measure your chest, waist, arms, legs. I’ll get an accurate measurement of your erect penis. Then I’ll do a visual inspection of your anus. I understand you’re one of our top subjects so no real measuring back there just a little look for the records. Sound good?” “Yeah… I guess. Very thorough.” “We are that.” Max laughed. “It was all covered in your consent document, so no surprises and nothing to worry about.” Jonny thought back, and realized he really hadn’t read or absorbed anything in the consent document. It was too late now though he supposed, he’d signed, been accepted to the study and taken his first payment. “So if you don’t mind, take off everything but your underwear and jump up here on this table for me.” Jonny was suddenly very aware of how hard his dick was, but then he thought he was apparently going to get his erection measured so it didn’t really matter. He stood up and stripped down to his briefs, trying to keep one hand in front of his crotch but failing miserably. “Well, it looks as if you’re ready to have your erection measured. Why don’t we just start there. If you’ll pull your briefs down.” Jonny took a deep breath, and the hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pulled them down. He didn’t know why he was nervous in front of this man. He worked hard on his body, he was proud of it, he was proud of his cock. Yet still, he felt butterflies flapping in his chest. Max moved quickly and efficiently. He had a cloth tape measure in his hand and rolled the desk chair towards Jonny. He took a soft grip of the base of Jonny’s cock and pulled the tape along it the top. Allowing the end of the tape to drape across Jonny’s mushroom head, he bent low to read the number. “Great,” he said making a note on his clip board, “Seven and five eights inches long, and...” He wrapped the tape around the base of Jonny’s now dripping dick and leaned back in. “Six and a quarter inches around, that’s… just about two inches thick.” He made more rapid notes on his clipboard. “Right, since were here, why don’t you step out of those briefs for a second and bend over the table for me.” “Uh… sure.” Jonny kicked his briefs off and set them on the exam table in front of him. He lent forward from the hips resting his arms on the paper covered table top. “Man you really are a top,” Max chuckled, “arch your back a little, you’re so clenched up I can’t see anything.” He put one hand on the small of Jonny’s back and pushed lightly. A tiny whimper escaped Jonny’s mouth and he gave into the pressure, and he clapped a hand over his mouth in surprise. If Max had noticed anything he didn’t react. He just pressed down a little more till Jonny’s chest was basically against the table and his ass was thrust out. Jonny had bent plenty of boys over into this position but he’d never been the one to assume it. He felt exposed, but also, and this scared him a little, he felt good. It felt hot. There was a man behind him looking at his exposed hole. His dick gave a little throb. Max let up the pressure on Jonny’s back and moved both of his hands to Jonny’s butt cheeks. He pulled the furry mounds of muscle apart revealing the jock’s winking pink hole. Dense hair ran down his crack, and swirled around the untouched sphincter. “Not that you can really tell from looking but that certainly seems like the hole of a total top.” Max said. His breath felt warm on Jonny’s ass, and he involuntarily bent forward just a little more hoping to feel it again. Max grinned to himself, and let out a long slow breath. Jonny sighed and closed his eyes. Max ran his finger along Jonny’s crack, swirled it around his hole and then lent back to take notes. “Alright, you can stand up and put your briefs back on now.” Jonny felt like he was coming out of a trance. He stood up shaking his head to clear the clouds away. Blinking he pulled his briefs back on, and tucked his still throbbing dick off to one side. “Right, now, for the more standard measurements.” Max had Jonny up on the table and took his pulse, and blood pressure. He listened to Jonny’s chest with a stethoscope. He used his cloth tape to take measurements of almost every part of Jonny’s body, and then took him across the hall after assuring Jonny it was critical he be weighted in his underpants to get an accurate number across the hall. Jonny stood, his dick now resting at half mast, in his underwear on a scale in the hallway. Then he moved over to the measuring stick mounted to the wall. “Amazing,” Max said, putting one hand on Jonny’s bare shoulder and leading him back into the exam room. “You’ve done great.” Max’s hand felt warm on Jonny’s flesh, and he involuntarily pressed himself into it. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll just turn this on, and then leave you to your video session then you’re all done for the day.” “Thanks man.” Jonny said, sitting down, still in his underwear, on the couch. “No problem.” Max turned the projector on, dimmed the lights, started the film. The title card appeared on the far wall, the drone low in the speakers. Immediately Jonny’s entire focus was on the film in front of him. He never even noticed Max leave and close the door. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Two.” Read the white letters on the wall. The drone swelled and Jonny’s breath almost instantly matched its pulse. The letters faded and the small white dot appeared again. It pulsed with the drone. “Welcome to week two. You’re doing so well. Focus on the dot in front of you. Yet your mind go blank. Let your vision shrink to just the dot. The dot is drawing you in, pulling you down, and opening you up all at once. Your hidden mind is opening as the dot grows in front of you. Your subconscious desires rising to the surface. A new understanding of yourself and your place in the world is growing.” The dot had started to expand. It grew till the whole was a blinding white. Then the whimpering pleading sound returned. “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” over and over it repeated. “As you fall you come to know the truth,” the soothing resonant voice said, the words filling the room and echoing inside Jonny’s head. “The truth that no matter how much you’ve tried to be in the past you are no top.” The image of a boy on his knees in a jock strap with his mouth hanging open appeared in a small dot of its own, growing till it took over the vast white expanse before it faded to another image. A wet dripping uncut cock filled the screen, then a video of a boy suspended in a sling slurping hungrily on a bear’s dick. Images came quickly. A jock with his face shoved in a man’s armpit licking. Guys on their backs being fucked. Toys sliding in and out of used holes. Men’s faces coved in cum. “You know the truth. You are bottom. You long to be fucked. You long to feel a man’s meat slide inside your hole. You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy. “Take the first step. Rub your hole, feel it pucker against your fingers. Make it wet with spit. Press them into yourself. Feel how your hole blooms open. It was made to be fucked, made to be used, made to be open. Open yourself. Give in. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” Week 3: Jonny shifted uncomfortably on the couch waiting for Dr. Marks. His heart had been pounding since he’s entered the waiting room. He was going to be expelled from the study he just knew it. When the gentle knock came at the door Jonny’s stomach dropped. He tried to muster a smile for Dr. Marks, but only managed a pained grimace. Maybe he just wouldn’t say anything about it. He really needed the money and if he didn’t complete the study… he didn’t want to think about it. It wasn’t just about the money. He didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Marks, or Max, or even Toby. “Hello Jonny. Five days already. Man, how the time flies.” Dr Marks settled himself into the chair and leaned back. He had his clip board on the desk, and sat leaning to one side to write with his legs wide apart. For the first time Jonny noticed the sizable bulge in Dr Marks pants. “Hi Dr. Marks.” “How was your week?” “It was… it was fine.” “That’s good, and how about your sex drive? Still in feeling revved up?” “Honestly yeah,” now that Dr. Marks was here he felt more relaxed. Dr. Marks was so nice, surly he’d understand. “I’ve been jerking off like crazy. Four, sometimes six times a day.” “That is a lot. You said you usual was once a day before?” “Yeah, maybe twice occasionally.” “Well, that is a marked increase. What about sexual partners? Any encounters this week?” “Just one. I didn’t… I didn’t really find myself looking for partners this week.” “That’s ok, and were you the top with this person?” “Yeah.” “How was that?” “Fine, I don’t know. It was sort of the same. He was hot, and I still got off but…” “But it didn’t fulfill you.” “Exactly.” “And what about your solo sessions, anything different besides increased frequency?” “Well… I… I hope this doesn’t hurt the study or bar me from it… I…” “Jonny the only thing that could hurt the study is if you’re not honest. There aren’t right or wrong answers.” “Ok. Well. I kept finding myself wanting to touch my… touch my hole. I’ve never done that before but…” “Go on.” “At first, like right when I got home after my last session actually I started to jerk off and my hand just sort of drifted that way. Without really thinking about it I started rubbing my hole. Then the next day I thought, what if I got my fingers wet, so I sucked on them and then started rubbing myself.” “How did that feel?” “It felt… it felt great, but still not quite what I was after. So then I got my fingers really wet and I started to try and work one inside me. It took a long time but once it was in I came immediately. In the last three days the only time I’ve cum without a finger in my butt was when I was with that guy.” “Well, that is fascinating. Thank you for your honesty Jonny. Truly, this doesn’t break the study or anything like that. In all honesty it makes it more interesting. Now did you feel satisfaction once you ejaculated with your finger inside you?” “Yeah! It felt great.” “And was it always just one finger?” “Um… well…” “Remember honesty Jonny.” “Well, no. After I got the first one in I felt this feeling of accomplishment and well I felt really sexy. But after getting off like that a couple of times, I felt like I needed more. So I… I started to work in a second one.” “This was the third day after your last visit?” “Yeah, in the evening. Then yesterday, like the fourth time I got off I decided to go for three.” “Did you enjoy it? Getting off while fingering yourself?” “Yeah. Fuck. It felt so good. I just felt so hot too. I kept pushing back, riding my fingers. It was totally wild and new. I’ve never felt anything like that.” Jonny was completely hard again. “That’s good. Thank you for telling me all of that. Now, since your practices have changed a little bit would you consent to Max giving you another quick exam. He doesn’t have to talk all the measurements again, but now that you’re engaging in anal play I’d like him to take another look at you hole if that’s alright.” “I… well yeah I guess. I’m just… wow. I was so nervous that I’d fucked up and you were going to kick me out. I just. Thank you Dr. Marks.” “No need to thank me, just keep being honest with what you’re experiencing... both here and out in the world. It does the study no good for you to deny an impulse you have because you think it will affect something here. We want real data from your real life. You have to give in to those experiences.” “Yes Doctor.” “Very good. I’ll tell Max about the changes you’ve described and he’ll be right in. You can strip down to your underwear if you like he’ll just be a minute.” With that Dr. Marks got up and left the room. The thought of waiting for Max in nothing but his underwear made Jonny both nervous and excited. In the end it was excitement that won out. He stood up and stripped off his clothes, tossing them to one side of the couch. Then he sat down in his straining briefs and waited. Max didn’t take long. Jonny had really only just sat back down when Max rapped on the door and walked in. “Well,” he said, “seem’s like ‘Mr. Never Been Topped’ has discovered the joys of fingering is that right?” Jonny blushed. “I… well…” “It’s ok, don’t be shy. I’m just giving you a little bit of a hard time. Anal stimulation can feel amazing. Anyway Dr. Marks just wants me to have a look here, and make a few notes about the condition of your hole as a base line marker.” “Base line marker?” “We take notes like this on all our subjects who engage in anal play to track any physical changes that may come from penetrative acts.” “I… oh.” Jonny hadn’t thought about what he was doing as penetrative, but of course it was. “Alright, come on over here, take those briefs off, and bend over.” Jonny did as he was told. He dropped his briefs, leaving them on the couch this time, and walked over with his cock semi hard and leaking to the table. He bent forward, this time arching his back a little bit naturally. He’d found himself arching more and more as he’d worked his fingers into himself, and it felt far less alien now. Max put a hand again in the small of his back and pushed down forcing Jonny to arch even further. When Jonny’s chest was pressed into the table and his ass presented to Max he let up the pressure and spread Jonny’s cheeks apart. Jonny’s hole winked a little and Max ran a finger along it. Still tight and pink, it hadn’t changed too much, but there was an obvious shift in how it reacted to stimulation. As soon as Max’s fingers made contact Jonny’s hole relaxed and Jonny let out a little moan. Max blew a soft stream of air across the winking pucker and watched goosebumps spread up Jonny’s back. He picked up his clip board and made a series of notes. “Perfect,” he patted Jonny on the butt cheek, “You’ve done great. Video time. Go ahead and have a seat.” Jonny’s cock was completely hard after Max’s examination, and leaking. He made no effort to cover it though, he felt sexy though he wasn’t clear why. He sat back down on the couch, still naked. “Have fun.” Max said, knowing that Jonny was already locked in to the video trance. He turned off the lights and closed the door. The drone filled the room. A title card appeared, “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Three.” When the title faded the dot appeared, and grew into the blinding void. Over the sounds of a hungry bottom begging for dick the soothing voice began. “Welcome to week three. You’re doing so well. We are all so proud of you. What a good boy you are. Feel yourself relax. Feel yourself let go. Feel your walls falling. Feel everything that’s kept you from being who you are fall away. Let it go and drift off into the void. Once you let it all go your true purpose becomes clear.” Images and videos of men being fucked and loving it start playing across the screen. “You’re a bottom. You’re a cock hungry bottom. You want to make the men around you feel good. You want to please them. You’re a pig. You’re a cock whore. You’re a cum dumpster. All you have to do is give in. All you have to do is let go. Find yourself on your true path. Jonny was too lost in the trance to realize he’d leaned back into the couch and brought his legs up. Slowly he spat into one hand, his eyes never leaving the screen, and began to rub his hole. “You need it. You need to feel your hole opening. You need to feel your hole being stretched. To feel yourself blossoming open. Give in. Fingers are no longer enough. You must push yourself, open yourself more. Jerking off isn’t enough anymore, you need to feel full. You need to feel something push past your hole. You need a dildo. Long and thick, you need to feel it inside yourself. Nothing will feel right until you do. Open yourself up on with a plastic cock, and when you do the bottom inside you will be released. Soon even the dildo won’t be enough. Give in. Week 4: “Hello Jonny.” Dr. Marks said sitting down at his desk. “Hi Doc.” Jonny was all smiled today. Something had changed. After Dr. Marks reassurances last week that following his impulses was the right thing to do Jonny felt like he was riding a near perpetual high. “You seem to be in a good mood today.” “I am. It was a… it was a really good week.” “Did you find a job?” “Oh… well no. That’s actually… that’s still on going.” “Sorry to here that. What made your week so good then? Did you find your grove again with being a top?” “Not exactly. I didn’t actually. Well I didn’t have sex with anyone this week. I hope that’s not bad.” “Like I told you last week, there is not right or wrong with this.” “Right. Well, you said to follow my impulses so. You know I just keep feeling more and more horny. Like I really can’t stop thinking about sex. I’ve started watching all sorts of new kinds of porn. Some filthy stuff, gang bangs, and cumdump stuff. And… and I’ve started watching guys who look more like me getting fucked almost exclusively. Its weird, since I’ve been here I’ve also started paying more attention to the tops. The guy getting fucked is interesting, but its not about his face its about watching the dick go into his ass and the top having fun…” Jonny paused to catch his breath. He was excited, and filled with a frantic energy. He felt like he had to get everything he’d been experiencing out or he’d burst. “Fascinating, tastes change all the time.” “Yeah of course. Its just interesting timing.” “No, it certainly is that. Now, last time you were here you had just started experimenting with fingering. Has that continued?” “Well. In a way. I guess the day after I was here last I was jerking off… more playing with myself I suppose, I wasn’t really doing much with my dick… anyway, I had three fingers in hole and it just didn’t feel like it was enough.” “What did you do.” “I got on google found a sex shop and bought a dildo.” “Really?” “Yeah!” “Something small to start?” Jonny looked a little abashed. “I guess that would have been the smart thing to do. No, I… I bought one the size of my own dick. I wanted. I wanted to know what all the guys I’d fucked had felt.” Dr. Marks consulted his paperwork, “So around seven and a half with about a six and a quarter circumference?” “Yep!” “Well, that certainly is jumping into the deep end. How did it go?” “It was really difficult at first. It took a lot of lube, and a really long time, but then all of a sudden… it just popped inside me. It felt like some kinda damn burst and it just slid right in. I sank all the way down to the bottom and just sat there.” “What day was this?” “Tuesday, they day after my last session.” “Right, your last session was just on Monday. You’re on a truncated turn around this week as it would have had you here on a Friday to do the full turn around. Wow, so in just three days really you’ve started playing with anal toys.” “It was… this will sound odd. It felt like this need. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been interested in putting anything in my ass before and then… this week… I just felt like I needed to.” “How did you feel one you got the dildo in the first time.” “Fucking amazing. It was so good. I just bounced up and down on it till all of a sudden I came all over myself.” “You experienced a spontaneous ejaculation from anal stimulation?” Dr. Marks shifted in his chair. Jonny’s eyes landed on the Doctor’s crotch. Was it his imagination or was Dr. Marks hard? “I guess that’s what you could call it.” “Was that your only one this week?” “No… I… I’ve had two more. One a day. But I’ve been riding that dildo like crazy. I can’t get enough of it. I spent two hours riding it this morning before jerking off to come here.” “Good, that’s very good. I’m really impressed Jonny. You’re doing so well.” “Thank you Doctor.” “Alright. So, just like last week because you’ve integrated another sexual habit into your life I’d like to have Max do an exam really quick before your film. Sound good?” “Absolutely.” “Alright, go ahead and strip off and Max will be right with you.” Jonny didn’t hesitate this time. As soon as the door closed behind Dr. Marks he was up and tearing off his clothes. He sat back down, this week not in a pair of straining briefs, but a tight white bike jock. He relished the feeling of his bare cheeks against the couch, and resisted the urge to slip and hand under himself and feel his hole. “Hey Jonny,” Max said, knocking and opening the door at the same time. “How are, oh…” he caught a sight of Jonny in his new jockstrap that he had also bought at the sex shop. “Well. This is a switch up from the briefs. You don’t even have to take them off for this exam. Come on over, I think you know the drill now.” Jonny got up and practically flopped forward onto the table. He didn’t need any encouragement to arch his back this time. He lay forward and pushed his ass back towards Max. “Perfect,” Max said. “You’re learning.” “Thank you.” Jonny said, looking over his shoulder. “You like being bent over like that don’t you? It feels good.” “Yeah… it… it makes me feel sexy.” “That’s good. Lean into that feeling. Alright. I’m going to just take a look here, and then I’m going to do a little manual stimulation of your hole to see how it… and you… respond.” “Alright!” Max repeated the same process he had before of spreading Jonny’s cheeks, running his fingers over his hole, and blowing lightly. Jonny whimpered as Max’s fingers pressed against his now pink and slightly puffy hole. “You’re doing great. Just relax.” Max took his finger and slicked it with lube. He ran his finger along Jonny’s hole, rubbing at the pink lips. Jonny groaned and pushed his ass back. Very slowly Max slid a finger inside of Jonny’s desperate ass. The near virgin hole was tight, and it took a moment for Max to be able to press his finger full in. Despite what sounded like a whirlwind seventy-two hours of dildo riding, Jonny was still a novice and his hole clenched as Max’s digit invaded. Jonny however, didn’t seem pained, or distressed, in face he was moaning into his arms and Max twisted his finger around. “Good,” Max said knowing not to push Jonny too far. “That’s just perfect. Alright,” he withdrew his finger. “That’s all the information I need for today.” “Oh, uh… great.” Jonny said a little sadly still bent over the exam table. “You can take a seat and I’ll start the video.” “Ok.” There it was, Max watched it happen in Jonny’s eyes. It was like a switch was clicked on in his mind. His eyes lost focus for a second and then he spun to sit on the couch staring at the wall laser focused. Max grinned, and clicked play. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Four,” flashed on the wall before being over taken by the dot, then the void. The drone resonated in Jonny’s skull, and the whimpering of a desperate bottom filled his ears. Images of men in slings, tied up, fucked, and bred flashed before him on the screen. Videos of cock sliding into holes dripping with cum, wrecked asses being stretched with massive toys, gaped cunts winking back at the camera played in rapid succession as the voice echoed throughout the room. “Good job boy. Welcome back. You’re doing an amazing job. You’re giving in. You’re finding yourself. The fact that you’ve made it here just shows that we were right all along. You are a hungry bottom. You’re starting to admit it to your conscious self.” Jonny’s legs were already in the air, his ass exposed, and his mouth hanging slack. With his eyes locked on the images in front of him he spat into his hand and started to work three fingers into his hole. “Fingers aren’t enough now. Soon the dildo wont be either. You know what you need. You know what you need to do to take the final step. You need to be fucked. You need to be bred. Once you feel a man cum inside you there will be no going back, and you want that. You want to let go. You want to become the pig that you are. You want to be a good boy. You want to make men happy. To make them feel good. You want to feel them inside you. You want them use you. You want to be open and used. You want to be wrecked, gaped. You want to be the best cum pig you can. Give in. Let yourself go. Give in.” Week 5: “What?” Jonny said. He realized suddenly he hadn’t been listening to anything Dr. Marks had said. In truth his eyes had been locked on the bulge in Dr. Marks’ pants. “I asked how your week was.” Dr. Marks repeated. He shifted back in the chair causing his pants to bunch tighter around his crotch. Jonny felt his mouth go dry. “It was good.” “Still feeling an elevation in sex drive?” “God yes. I’m so damn horny. I just… I cant get enough. It never seems to go away. I have this. Its like a primal desire that I can’t get met.” “What have you been doing to try to ‘meet’ it” “Well after I left here last week I spent most of the night riding that dildo. I tried it in every position and eventually got a myself to cum again. But after that… well I tried all day the next day, Saturday, and it felt good… it felt amazing really, but I just couldn’t get off. I must have had that dildo in me most of the day. So I… I went back to the sex store.” “You did? What did you get?” “I got another dildo… bigger this time, and something I saw online. A… a butt plug. The dildo hitting against my prostate just feels so good that I wanted to be able to feel it all the time, and I thought having the plug would do that for me.” “And does it.” “Kind of. Its really intense but it does feel good. I tried that out first. Like right when I got home. I ran into my room stripped off and lubed it up.” “Completely naked?” “No, actually, I’ve been wearing jockstraps mostly now, so I just leave it on when I play with my hole.” “Do you get your penis out usually?” “I…” Jonny paused, he hadn’t thought about it, but he hadn’t been. Since his last session he hadn’t touched his cock hardly at all. It had all been about his ass. “No, actually. Its just been…” “About your hole.” “Yeah.” “Very interesting. Alright, so Sunday you went to sex shop again, two days after our last session.” “Right.” “You’ve got it home, and you can’t wait to try it out, so you strip down to a jock and…” Dr Marks rocked in his chair a little. Jonny’s eyes flicked down to his crotch. He was definitely hard. Jonny found it momentarily hard to concentrate knowing that there was an erect dick in such close proximity to him. He paused, shook his head a little and went on. “Well, I lubed it up, and sat on it. It took forever to get in. I just kept bouncing up and down feeling myself slowly open up, till all of a sudden, the base just shot into me. It was crazy. I started to cum, like big slow shots of cum bit I wasn’t even hard. My whole jock was soaked and my body was shaking. I just lay there on the ground for like an hour with the plug still inside me. It felt so fucking good.” “What did you do when you too the plug out?” “I ended up riding it again till I forced another load out.” “This is a very interesting development.” Dr. Marks adjusted his obvious bulge. “What about the dildo you purchased, did you end up using that?” “Not till the next day. I ended up playing with my plug most of the day Sunday. The on Monday I decided to try and take on my new dildo.” “How big is this one?” “Its nine inches long and two and a half in diameter.” “That is certainly not a beginner dildo either.” “No, I saw it and… I needed it. I probably spent too much money on it but… I don’t know it was too good.” “Understandable, carry on.” “Well, Monday after playing with the plug for a bit I switched to the dildo. I ended up riding it for almost three hours before I punched a load out of myself. It took a little longer but I managed to the same thing yesterday. Then before bed…” “Before bed what?” “I got this urge to put my plug back in. So I lubed it up and sat down hard on it. I lodged it as far as it would go in my ass and went to sleep like that.” “You slept plugged? All night?” “I wouldn’t say it was a great night sleep but… yeah.” “Fascinating. Now when you’ve been engaging in all of this anal play, what have you been thinking about?” “Thinking about?” “Yes. Have you been fantasizing? Or watching porn?” “Some of both.” “What kind of porn?” “A lot of toy play porn, and some dom sub stuff, a little light bondage.” “Is that out of the norm?” “Yeah it’s a pretty big shift.” Jonny laughed a little. “And when you were fantasizing?” “Well… um…” “Go on.” “Well… for the first time in my life I was thinking about… I was thinking about getting fucked.” “Interesting. Just in the abstract as something you’d want to try or…” “About getting fucked. I kept wondering how different it would feel if one of my dildos was a real dick. What would it be like to have a guy cum in me? It was all I could think about. Yesterday after I came I scooped all of the cum I could out of my jock and smeared it on my dildo before fucking myself again with it.” “How do you feel about your changing interests?” “I feel… a little unnerved, like what’s brought this on, why now? Being a top’s been my identity for so long, but also… it all just feels so good. Why should it matter? Maybe I never was a top. Maybe I always was a…” “A what?” “A bottom. Maybe I’m actually a bottom.” “How does that make you feel?” “Sexy, and horny.” “Very good. So listen Jonny, today was meant to be our last session; however, given your recent journey I would like to offer you a place in our long term study. It will mean weekly sessions for the next three months, at four hundred dollars a session. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” “God yes!” “Great. I will tell them to cue up the next video in your track really quick and I will be right back. I always do the week four physical so if you want to strip off we can do that in just a moment.” Jonny’s heart started pounding at those words. He’d been prepared for a physical but had assumed it would be Max. Now it was Dr. Marks. He shifted awkwardly on the couch. He hadn’t told Dr. Marks the last part of his overnight plug session… he’d never taken it out. He still had a big silicone plug stuffed inside his ass. He took a deep breath and stood up. He’d wanted Max to see it, to impress Max with its size, why shouldn’t he want Dr. Marks to see it too. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and waited. A few moments later Dr. Marks came back in. “One of your new jocks I see. Very nice. Well you can keep it on for now I think, most of the focus of our exam is going to be on the rear. Go ahead and get comfy bent over the table please.” Dr. Marks, crossed and sat down in the desk chair and Jonny bent over the exam table. He was a natural now, his back arched high and his ass presented outward. He leaned his arms and chest on the table, looking back over his shoulder. Dr. Marks hadn’t noticed yet, he was reading something on his clip board. After another beat he turned and saw Jonny’s plugged ass. “Is that your new plug?” “Yeah,” Jonny grinned wiggling his ass a little. “Did you put it in before coming here?” “Not exactly. I never took it out after last night.” “I see, very impressive, but I have to ask… why?” “Why?” “Why did you wear your plug here?” “I… I wanted Max to see it.” “You wanted Max to see it. Did you think anything else would happen?” “I… uh…” “Did you want Max to fuck you?” “I…” “Remember, honesty.” “Yes. I wanted Max to fuck me.” “Just Max? Is he the only man you’re interested in?” “No…” “No?” “No! I just… I need fucked so bad. Dr. Marks I think it’s the only thing that will help me. Its all I think about. I’m so fucking horny all the time, but nothing makes it stop. I need to fucked. I don’t understand it but I need to feel a man inside me. I need to be fucked. I need to be…” “Need to be what?” “I need to be bred. I need a man’s load inside me.” “Good boy.” “What?” “Doesn’t it feel better to admit that?” “Yes.” “I think its time you take the plunge and say goodbye to pretending to be a top.” “The plunge?” “Yes boy, where I take this plug out of your hole and give you the breeding you’re so desperately craving.” “Oh please! Dr Marks! Fuck me! Breed me! Use me!” Jonny’s rational mind was gone. He was consumed with lust. All he wanted in the entire world was to finally feel what it was like to be fucked and bred. He watched over his shoulder as Dr. Marks stood up out of the chair and took off his sport coat. His arms bulged under the thin material of his button down and Jonny noticed his prominent nipples sticking out for the first time. The Doctor took his time unbuttoning his shirt revealing a thick pelt of hair spreading across his chest and down his stomach. He cast off the shirt, then removed his shoes followed by his belt. He made a show of undoing the first button of his pants. Jonny’s mouth was watering. Dr. Marks slid his trousers off and presented himself in his own straining jock to Jonny. “Is this what you need boy?” He said grabbing at his crotch and shaking the bulging pouch of his jock. “Yes! Holy shit yes! Please… please Dr. Marks, fuck me.” “As you wish boy.” Dr. Marks dropped his jock and allowed his girthy cock to spring up. It slapped him just under the belly button leaving a big smear of precum in the dense hair. Jonny gasped. “Please,” he pleaded. He felt high, his mind was swimming in a fog. The only clear thought was that he needed to be fucked. Dr. Marks walked over to where Jonny was bent over and grabbed hold of the massive plug. He gave it a tug, and Jonny moaned. The boy was a slave to his hole now. Dr. Marks pulled a little harder, watching Jonny’s ass lips cling to the narrow shaft. He released it again. Then pulled one more time. Slowly, very slowly Jonny’s hole opened up, sliding along the slick plastic of the plug till the knot was almost out. Then suddenly the plug rocketed back into Dr. Marks’ hand, and Jonny’s hold gaped around the toy’s narrow tip. Dr. Marks had read the reports Max had made on Jonny’s hole. It had made fast progress following the hypno sessions, but this past week had been the ticket. For a long moment after the plug flopped out Jonny’s lips hung open, spasming. The boy made no attempt to clamp down or close his gaping hole, he just stayed there in front of Dr. Marks hungrily wigging his ass. “Beautiful,” he said, running a spit slicked finger around Jonny’s ass lips. “Are you ready for your first cock?” “Please… please… fuck me… I need it so bad…” “Good boy.” Dr. Marks dropped a big wad of spit on the fat head of his dick, rubbed it down the shaft and then lined up his cock. He grabbed Jonny by the hips and pressed forward. There was the briefest moment of resistance before he slid into the velvety almost virginal guts before him. They both moaned. In the back of his mind Jonny heard a voice, a deep resonant voice saying, “You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy.” “I want to be a good boy,” Jonny moaned, in little more than a whisper. “You are a good boy, you’re a very good boy. You’ve got my whole cock inside you now.” “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” Jonny said, repeating unconsciously the words he’d heard so often now. “You know what you are now don’t you?” Dr. Marks pulled his cock out till just the tip was inside Jonny’s quivering hole. “Yes.” “What are you?” He slammed his cock back in. “A bottom.” “What are you?” Another rough thrust of his cock.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “What are you?” Slam. “A pig.” Another rough slam of Dr. Marks’ cock. “A cock whore.” Slam. “A cum dumpster.” “Good boy. Your hole feels so good around my cock. You’re going to make lots of men very happy.” “Please… use my hole. Breed me.” Dr. Marks drove his cock into Jonny’s hole over and over. His fingers dug into the flesh of Jonny’s hips as he dragged the boy back into his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, and the stench of sweat started to swirl. Dr. Marks was growling, as he railed his latest experiment. He hammered roughly into Jonny’s hole. Getting a boy over the last hurdle took a little brute force. You had to truly fuck the top out of them. He bent low and grunted into Jonny’s ear, “I’m going to breed your fucking hole boy.” “Fuck! Yes please! Breed me! Fill me! Use me!” “Take my fucking load you bottom slut!” With that Dr. Marks buried his cock to the root inside of Jonny, breaking past his second hole and began to flood his guts. Jonny moaned, his own load dribbling out of his cock as his hole spasmed. They were both shaking as their orgasms subsisted. Slowly Dr. Marks withdrew his cock, and Jonny slumped against the exam table. “Thank you Doctor,” Jonny planted. “How do you feel Jonny?” “I feel amazing.” “And what about what you just said? How do you feel about that?” “I feel good. It felt… it felt right.” “Which part, be specific.” “I’m a… I’m a bottom, I always was, but its more than that… I’m not just a bottom, its not just that I like to be fucked. I need to be fucked. I’m a... I’m a cock hungry bottom, a cum dump, a cock whore.” “Good. Now I’m going to tell you something very important and then I have to ask you an equally important question. You didn’t come to this on your own.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we may have released something inside you, or we may have changed something in your mind I’m not really sure, but the point is we made you into a cock hungry bottom. The videos you’ve been watching every week have actually been hypnosis sessions. Something you might have picked up on had you read the consent form a little more closely. But, that is why you’ve been so horny, why you were suddenly interested in anal, why you bought those toys. Its why you came here begging to be fucked. So, the question is, knowing that… do you care? Does that change how you feel about what’s just happened or who you are?” Jonny thought for a moment. He looked the still naked Dr. Marks up and down. He took in the the cock that had just bred him, still slick with cum and ass juice. He felt the slickness in his crack, the cum in his jock. “No. I don’t care how it happened. This is the most important moment of my life. I’ve found my true purpose.” “So even knowing what I’ve just told you, you still think you’re a bottom.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “Good boy.” “I love it when you say that.” “I know. Now, you have two choices. You can sit down and I’ll start the hypno video for your next session…” “More hyno… what else…” “You may have taken your first load my boy, but there is much more depravity to be found within you. So you can sit down and start your next session or…” “Or…” “I can have Max and Toby each come in here and pump a load in you before you go under.” Jonny wanted Max there was no question about that, but Toby. He was a twink, the kind of guy he would have been fucking a month ago. Then he realized that didn’t matter. If Toby had a hard dick Jonny wanted it inside him. “Dicks first, then hypno,” Jonny said grinning. “I thought you might say that. Bend back over then, and I’ll let them in.” --- “Welcome to Week One of Bottom Boy Training. You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’ve given in. You finally understand the truth, and now you know there is no going back. You are a bottom, a cock hungry bottom, a pig, a cock whore, a cum dump. Your hole is full of cum right now and that is how it should be. That’s how you need it to be. You need cock. You need to be bred to get off. Your own cock isn’t of any use, isn’t of any interest. Ignore it. “Play with your hole. Stretch yourself out. Make yourself gape. Your hole is made for use. You want to be ready for any man or any size. Relax, let yourself fall deeper. Deeper into your own depravity. Deeper into your own lust. Deeper into your own destruction.”
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Jackson—October, 2022 (This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.) I wander back to the trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam table. He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups. “This should make it easier.” I go to my knees and begin eating his ass. I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth. There is movement behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in. They both have their cocks out. Gym Rat goes to his knees to suck the bear. I stand up. The table is not a great height for me, but my cock finds its way into his furry hole. I look over my shoulder. The men have reversed on who is sucking who. “Fuck me, man.” I plow into him. Hard. Flesh on flesh slapping sounds fill the room. Both men come over and jerk to our fuck. “You want a turn?” I am looking at the Bear, but Gym Rat moves to replace me. He does a couple strokes, sighs and takes off. I go back up Blond Boy. I hammer him hard for Bear’s benefit. The Bear is now hot and ready. He taps me on the shoulder and I give way. His cock finds his hole and sinks in. He pauses for a moment, obviously luxuriating in the tight wetness. He begins to pound. The table rocks. Blond Boy grunts. I stroke, sure that the Bear will give me a fresh load to fuck in. But he stops—winded. He pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.” I clean his wet cock and fuck Blond Boy some more as the Bear watches. “Let’s take a break,” says Blond Boy. The angle of the table is not very comfortable. I help get him down and go out into the main area. The Bear follows me. I find Gym Rat, shorts around his ankles, standing and jerking to the straight porn. I go to my knees and the Bear plays with Gym Rat’s nipples under his tee, and then raises it to lick them. Gym Rat pulls out of my mouth with “I need to jerk, to actually shoot.” His hand strokes himself in a flurry. He fires three blasts of semen. First in my beard—and the rest in my mouth. He thanks us and takes off. “I need to suck your cock.” The Bear indicates for me to take a seat on the couch. I do. He kneels, still jerking his cock and takes me in his mouth. Fuck! He has a great tongue. It is all over every inch of my used cock. Licking and slurping. And now my balls. The Bear leaves them wet and dripping. He is moving down, licking under them now. Sensing my ‘go to’ place of where my cock ring cradles my balls. He huffs the sex sweat I have there—and then licks it all up, groaning in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes lower yet. “You want to rim me?” “Fuck, yes.” I stand up to undo my pants, letting them fall. I sit and he pushes my knees up with his big hands before burrowing his face into my hairy crack. Damn, this guy is good. I just let my mind go blank, letting him eat me out. “Flip over.” I get up on all fours on the couch. He can get deeper into me this way—and his tongue is feeling great. He licks me for a very long time—until his knees give out on the hard concrete. “Fuck me?” he asks, standing up. “Sure.” He replaces me on the couch, on all fours. It’s my turn to rim. I try to give him as much pleasure as he just gave me. He is panting now as I dig deep into his hairy pucker. “Fuck me with that big raw dick, man. Please.” I stand up and slap my cock on his ass. I find his now loose pucker with my drooling cock head. A slight thrust and it disappears. One more thrust—and half my shaft is inside him, stretching his hole. “Damn…” he groans. Now it’s all of me. I build quickly from a slow rocking fuck to a hard driving dick down. The Bear takes it all—and asks for more. Blond Boy comes out and watches me use the Bear. He gropes himself. And then disappears down to the arcade. I fuck the Bear until he needs to change position. He wants it on his back, but that will be impossibly low for me on the couch. We decide to use the exam table. I find how I can adjust the height and the angle for his back. The Bear gets up on it, feet resting on the stirrups. I eat his wet hole again. He calls me a pig, as I do it. I stand up and fuck. He starts with jerking his cock in rhythm to my strokes—but soon leaves his dick alone and just focuses on the pleasure I am giving his ass and prostate. I am so close to shooting—at least twice—but I just keep going. Finally, he stops me. He has to get to some sort of appointment. We exchange numbers. We both want more from each other. I look around the deserted play area. Anyone here to get me off? Blond Boy appears. He gets up on the adjusted exam table. I eat his hole—wondering if he got fucked downstairs. I stand, enter and blast a load deep into his guts… * I had so much fun, that the next day I made an afternoon trip to the closest bookstore. Of course, I proved the point that it’s all in who is there. In the near deserted building, I did find a man who let me suck him. Just as he was about to cum, he told me I could fuck him if I rubbered up. I swallowed his load instead. The only other playful man there was a hot guy with a shaved head. His limits stopped with hand jobs. I went home. The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2022
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My Playroom—September, 2022 My faithful readers will certainly remember the young man I christened College Piss Boy. He came to the playroom three times taking piss down his throat (and all over his body) but especially on his ass (which I licked up) while giving me excellent head between piss loads. Each time he had taken my load orally, and bemoaned that he had stopped getting fucked with the pandemic. “My hole is just too tight.” I had to agree that it seemed to be, though it opened nicely with all the tonguing I did to it. In the late summer he wanted to change that. He asked me about toys to stretch his ass. I suggested a set of graduated butt plugs—and found some on Fort Troff that he liked. He ordered them and wrote me an enthusiastic text—and then I heard no more. Until the last day of the September. “Daddy, I want your large mancock in my tight pussy.” We texted back and forth all morning. He couldn’t get away, with work and class, until the night. The texting was great foreplay, as he kept saying his hole was still too tight, but he needed my cock in it anyway. And how he thirsty he was….on and on. Then, he found out his afternoon class was cancelled. He went home to prepare and a few hours later was at my door… He is always taller than I remember. I don’t have to lean down at all to kiss him hello. Tall and thin and hung. I send him down to the playroom to strip off as I do the same in my bedroom. I go down the back stairs. I have a very wet Dick Wadd gangbang playing on the big screen television. Piss Boy has dressed in Fem/slutty mode: a lacy crop top, knee high socks and a short skirt that covers his meaty cock stuffed into a cock cage. I toss my robe on the chair and lean against the fuck bench. Piss Boy goes to his knees and begins licking my cock through the jock. I manage just the tiniest blast of piss—just enough to let him taste it. He groans and redoubles his efforts. My cock grows. “Take it out and suck me properly.” He does, taking me to the root the moment the fabric is bunched to the side. Expertly. He drags up a load of deep throat spittle as he pulls off me. I catch the gooey mess and coat my balls with it. He is right there—licking it up and groaning in the back of his throat. I nudge him back to my cock. He tongues just the flared head. Then it’s down my full length. I hold his head in place for a mental count of three before I release. He pulls off sputtering—and happy. There’s more spittle—which I smear around my cockshaft. “I love your cock, Daddy. It is made for my mouth.” I pull him to his feet and look deep in his eyes. “You still want me to fuck you?” His answer is to kneel on the fuck bench. The skirt bunches around his waist. “Eat my ass, Daddy. Make it yours, just like my throat.” I kneel and eat his ass for a long time. It is so smooth—so different from most of the men I play with—it is a huge turn on. I try to piss on his crack, but for the moment the well is dry. I tongue him some more, stand up and rub my cock down his crack. He shivers. “Go slow. I know I haven’t stretched enough.” I go back to a kneel and work my tongue in. His hole is flowering open nicely. I lube up as I eat him out again. When I stand back up, I let my cockhead rest on his hole. I lean in slightly and the head begins to disappear. He gasps and I begin talking to him, telling him I have wanted this from the first time we met. Distracted, his ass unclenches and lets me in, in a slow single motion. My hips are grinding against his smooth bubble butt before he realizes it. And then he does: “Oh, fuck!! I’m so full.” I hold. And then I begin our first fuck. Slow and gentle. He is dripping precum through the cage. I give him a shallow fuck for the first few minutes. Now I am building fast. And he can take it. He even eggs me on: “Ruin my boycunt…harder!” So I put a foot up on the bench and give him every inch of my cock on every stroke. “Fuck me!” he croons. I pull out. He knows I am bringing my dick to his mouth. He eagerly licks me clean, savoring the taste of his ass. Now I can give him some piss. He swallows two quick spurts. A third piss spurt goes on his opened hole. I lick him clean before I fuck him again. More fucking. More piss. More ATM. He devours my fuck cock every time I bring it to him. We break, lying on the bed. I am on my back with my legs spread wide. He is between them—sucking the cock that has just given his ass so much pleasure. Cock. Balls. Back and forth. “Swing around and let me eat your ass as you suck me this way around.” It’s a great fit. My cock fills his throat and his now fucked hole is right in my face. We happily use our tongues, lips and mouths on each other, until we both want to fuck again. We move to the sling. It’s an easy entry at this point. His hole is mine for the night. I plow him until I’m breathless. I catch my breath by lying in the sling and letting him lick my balls. I am able to give him some piss, too. It shoots up and rains down on my hairy balls. With a moan, he slurps it up until they are piss free. I set up the rimseat by the edge of the bed, but get him back in the sling first. I fuck him. Harder now. “Do you want some piss in your ass?” “Yes, Daddy…Please…” he pants. I let fly. I can’t tell how full I am filling him. I fuck, churning it for a moment. We both love the sloshing sounds in his gut. “Rimseat.” I get under and he sits down. My piss dribbles out of his ass and into my mouth. He is moaning and his caged cock is dripping onto my chest. “This feels so dirty,” he murmurs. “So right…” I expect a gush of piss, but I don’t get it. I just give him a great rimming as I jerk myself. Suddenly, he springs off me, His mouth is on my cock. I grunt and can’t believe I’m about to shoot. But I do. Over and over. Piss Boy takes every drop of my cum as I squirm, trapped in place... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 26, 2022
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New country music singer, Dixon Dallas (aka. Jake Hill), has released several gay themed songs, and they contain lyrics referring to bareback sex and cumming inside men. I never thought a country singer would ever sing about gay sex, let alone gay bareback sex. His songs include "Lookin Good," Fill Me Up," and "Keep Riding Me," and can be found for free on Youtube. Dixon is my new favorite country music artist! 🤠🎵
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The Scent Pig Comes to Michigan
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2022 I got a message from the scent pig I usually play with in Chicago. He was visiting relatives out of state and wondered if I would be home at the top of the month. “I want to visit my other Daddy, too.” I agreed he should come to Michigan. He arrived, tired of driving (but excited) and jumped in the shower. Zane is a very hairy otter. He must be approaching 30 now. (Half my age…I really could be his daddy…) He’s bearded and as handsome as ever. I undressed while he was in the bathroom and slipped on the most stained jock in my collection. I added boots, of course. We went downstairs, with Zane still slightly damp… “Oh, fuck…” he mumbles. We are standing in front of the fuck bench and we are 69ing on each other’s pits. My left arm is up for his mouth and he does the same for me. He may have showered, but the excitement of sex is making him just begin to sweat in the warm-on-purpose room. His tongue is busy in my pit and, without saying anything, we go for a kiss at the same moment. Tongues swab mouths and are sucked. We reverse our arms. Pits are cleaned and we shared the slightly acrid taste of each other in another kiss. “Lie down.” I point to the bed. “On your back.” His legs go instinctively up in the air. I kneel and let my tongue play up and down his hairy crack before I go for the hole. I burrow in and Zane moans. “Eat me, daddy.” This makes me work harder. Soon I take the taste of his hole up to his mouth. It’s a longer kiss. More intense. We are both painfully erect. Zane moves to the fuck bench. I spend a little more time eating his hole. I love how much deeper I can get here on the bench with a more natural spread of his ass. “Fuck me…” I stand up, my cock drooling. I smear the precum on his saliva filled hole. My cockhead disappears. He pushes back and takes half of my shaft. He gasps—and I slowly go in the rest of the way. “So full…” I begin to fuck. Slowly. He catches me looking into the mirror in front of us. Our eyes meet and he grins. It’s the same grin I saw years ago, right after he cleaned my cock after a very busy CumUnion party. That grin makes me pick up the speed of the fuck. I plow him hard and fast. “Let me taste it, Daddy.” I pull out of his ass and bring my cock around to him. He devours it. I fuck his mouth a little before fucking his ass a second time… * I am in the sling. Zane is licking my ass and jerking his cock. At one point, he stands up and slides his shaft up and down my ridiculously wet crack. “Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again. He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just goes back to eating my hole. Soon, we switch. I eat his fucked-out ass just as hungrily. And I fuck him again. Hard and fast. His eyes glued to the mirror above us. I get him up and fasten the wrist restraints to him. Right and then left. I let the back of the sling down and snap his wrists together and then up to the middle of the sling frame. He knows to arch his back and present me with his hairy butt. “Your ass, Daddy. To fuck all you want.” I slip the blindfold on him, too. I eat his ass in this position. I move around and briefly suck his raging cock, which is poking out from the side of his jock. I go back and spit one last time on his hole. I stand and push into him. A little rough. “Your hole…” he whimpers. I fuck him. Hard and fast. The sling frame creaks. I fuck him until I am on the verge of orgasm. But I want more of him—so I stop. I pull out and slap his upturned ass with my cock. I slip back in and again fuck him until I’m on the brink. PIC I stop myself and we move to the rimseat. I go under first. I want to taste my handiwork on his ass. He is incredibly juicy now. He moans as he lets me feast on his puffy, abused hole. “I want yours now.” We switch. He goes under the seat and I sit down. He eats me out, moaning in the back of this throat. Suddenly his hand comes up, handing me his poppers. I take the hit. His tongue slices into me. I babble about how good it feels. Time stands still for those 30 seconds or so that seem like long, delicious minutes. Zane re-surfaces. We are both ready for the breeding. “Where do you want to be?” I ask, looking at the various options. “Sling,” he chooses. “I want to be able to watch you in the mirror.” I lick his hole briefly. I slide in. I fuck. Hard. Zane jerks along with me. With a roar, I shoot. Big. It’s been days since I’ve gotten off. That’s his cue—he explodes. Huge globs of white jizz all over his fur. I lick some of it up. And feed him some from my tongue. Only then do I offer my dripping cock to his begging mouth… The original, with a pic of him fastened to the sling frame, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig comes to Michigan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com): October 9, 2022 -
From Trio to Quartet
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
North of Home—August, 2022 I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight. The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy. We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn. This time, they wanted just me. I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week. Tim greeted me at the door. We hugged. He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad. (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.) We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat. They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks. I got down to a cleanish jock and boots…. Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees. He starts sucking tall, thin Brad. Brad’s cock instantly swells in size. I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest. Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit. His mouth engulfs me as I groan. Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick. Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock. I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft. When Tim stands, I move to his dick. Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever. “Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim. He does as he’s told, on all fours, his thick ass waiting for us. I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad. Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned. He fucks Tim hard. I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out. I stand up and take a turn fucking. Just as hard. I love the sound of our flesh slapping together. Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out. I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim. We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy. Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.” This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds. In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it. “Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.” Brad gets under the rimseat. I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time. Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock. I groan out encouragement. In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open. At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick. Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass. Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum. We reposition. I go under the seat. I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me. Eventually they reverse. I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine. He is groaning. There is a pounding on the front door. “Ignore it. They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim. It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing. And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs. He’s remembered the key code to their front door. The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. “I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces. Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare. I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues. The couple had been getting updates from his mother. The news is not inducive to a great fuck. When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs. All three of us rotate on his ass. First on the bed, then in the sling * Tim pulls me aside. “I want you to piss on me.” Another first. We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch. I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack. The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips. I lick it up. The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him. He wants both. He gets on his knees. A splash goes into his mouth. The rest cascades over his chest and cock. He strokes himself furiously as I cover him. The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one. He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs. About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm. Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass. I go over. Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock. He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass. There is a lot of cum in there. I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him. But Hot Tats is done. He goes down to shower. Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. This leaves Brad and I alone. And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here. The rimming. The piss….” I nod. “And now I really want you to fuck me.” I am slightly surprised. And, on the other hand, not at all. In groups he has been all top. Always. He has let my tongue invade him a few times. And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it. He gets up on the bed, on his back. I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out. The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him. I stand up and my head slips in. He hits the poppers. I inch into him. He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck. “You’d relax more in the sling.” He agrees. We move over to it. I eat him out again. I stand and get my cock head into him. I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery. Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him. He looks up in the mirror above him and pants. I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time. Eventually, Brad asks for a time out. At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home. He is up and stripped again in moments. Brad lies on the bed. “Breed my boy while I watch.” Tim is all smiles at this. We choose the fuck bench. I eat his ass as he strokes himself. I am so ready to explode. I fuck him. And the feeling immediately ebbs. I eat his hole again. Once again, I’m on the edge. I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes. I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time. I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time. I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From Trio to Quartet (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 6, 2022 -
I live alone in East London near Dagenham East tube station on District line and my postcode is RM10 8GG Looking for any tops who can visit me. Also I like sucking a cheesy cock and cleaning it in my mouth if anyone fancy it
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New to the area and finally settled in. Now looking for some fun and someone to be filled.
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I listened to this fascinating podcast by sam the faggot from fagsworshipalphas.com He discusses the importance of gay or straight alphas breeding faggots and the changes that take place in the mind and body of the faggot from receiving semen. The FWA website is only partially functioning and I'm not sure what the issue is. Here is the YouTube link for the podcast:
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"Now That's a Nice Cock"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 On my final day off, right at the end of the month, I did the lunchtime bathhouse routine again. It was an interesting mix of men… I am ditching my clothes in the locker. A larger man , around my age, is watching me change and not the four screens of porn he thought he’d be watching. He has a skin tone that is the color of strong black coffee with a very large dollop of cream mixed through it. Gorgeous. I go over, toss my towel on the couch and sit next to him. My cock emerges from the jock—and his hand is on me, moments later. “Now that’s a nice cock,” he murmurs. “May I suck it?” “Sure.” He leans over and gets the head in his wet mouth. Honestly, it’s a horrible angle. I disengage and stand in front of him. He can lean in and suck me down. And the blow job goes from horrid to heavenly. He has a fat tongue that can’t stop lapping at my piss slit and that spot right under the glans. His own fat dick emerges from the folds of his towel as he sucks me. I step in, and lift my cock—presenting him with my balls for full treatment with that hot tongue. He gives it, groaning at the smell of them. Finally, he sits back to catch his breath. I go to my knees and return the favor to his beer can cock. “Damn, you suck dick?” He seems genuinely surprised. Soon enough he revises it to, “Man, can you suck…” I go for his balls. He squirms. And pants “I’m going to shoot.” I make it back up to catch the entire massive load… I go up to the third floor. Not many men are about. I note that the guy in the dark room is back—the one I’d met at the glory hole and bred in his room. We nod to each other as I pass. I settle in the small TV room with the comfortable couch. The porn is good. I stroke, waiting to see who will find me next. A white guy, likely mid 50’s steps into the room. He is fairly trim and sporting a super hard Viagra dick. We nod to each other. He doesn’t sit. He kneels and takes me in his mouth. He moans the moment he tries to take my entire length. He manages half of me the first time. Three-quarters, the next. He come up for air. “Damn, that’s nice.” He takes a deep breath and pushes himself to get every last inch. And makes it, his nose buried in my reddish bush. He comes up well pleased with himself. “I really want you in my ass, but I don’t know if I can take you.” We decide he should sit on it—to be in control. He gets me wet again as he fingers lube into his ass. He greases me too. He turns, and reaches behind to guide me in. My head slices him open. He stands and re-considers. He tries more lube and sits again. The same thing happens. “Let’s use the sling,” he suggests. We go down the hall. He leans into it, chest to webbing. I want to rim him but the lube has such a foul smell I can’t. I start into him. I get the head in. He pants. Another inch. “Out! Please!!” He’s all apologies. And I never see him again. * I am alone in the steam room. I have left the jock and boots in my locker—so naked but for my cock ring. I sit and relax in the dark back area. The steam starts up. I melt against the wall. The steam is thick today. I can’t see anything. I hear the door open. I hear the man walk towards me. He must sense I’m there, for he kneels, finds my knees and then my cock with his hand, sighs and begins to suck me. I can’t tell anything about him. I touch his head. He has short hair. I like his oral technique—but I really love how totally anonymous it is. He sucks me, faster and faster—hoping for the load. The steam kicks off. Instantly the man stops and leaves before the steam can thin and reveal who gave me such good head… * Last week a bear of a man was leaving as I arrived. He wanted me—and asked if I often came during the lunch hour. I told him I did. And here he is coming around the corner of the locker area as I put my boots back on. He invites me to his room, which is right on this floor. He has a towel thrown over the light, so the room is dim. He is Black, portly and furry, and younger than I am by a good 20 years. He gets me on the bed. Then moves between my splayed legs. “Let me get that cock of yours wet before we fuck.” He does. Yet another great mouth. I let him set his own pace—but do suggest he get my balls, too. He does—and then my taint. His tongue stops just at the top of my tight hole, before he licks all the back up and swallows my cock down. “I want to sit on that.” He greases me up and lowers himself down on me. He feels great—and it’s a hot site to see him impaling himself—but his legs can’t take it. I suggest he go doggy at the edge of the bed. I eat his big butt for a long time before I lube up and fuck into him. He yelps—but in a good way. He suddenly becomes really submissive. Giving me permission to use him however I want. To fuck him hard—to do anything to him. I pull out. “Clean my cock.” Suddenly ‘anything’ makes him pause. Then he does it. His tongue tentatively touches my dick. He groans like I have just given him something exquisite to eat. Has he never known the joys of ass to mouth? I go back to fucking. I pull out again. No telling him this time. He turns and dives for my ass flavored dick. He cleans me up. Every inch of my cock feels his tongue. But he’s over heating in the small room. He asks for a break. He share a kiss and I take off… * It’s time to go. I find the guy I loaded a few weeks ago in the dark room. He is there waiting on all fours. I kneel behind him and eat his used hole. “No loads,” he murmurs, “but I got dick.” I grunt, stand and say “You’re getting a load now. OK?” “Yes, Sir!” I don’t fuck for long before I give him what we both want. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Now That's a Nice Cock" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 1, 2022 -
Keshawn Rides My Cock
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 Readers may remember my computer issues in July. My computer was giving me fits for most of my time away from home. One day it would work and on the next day two characters would appear with a single key stroke. By the last full week of the month, I knew I had to replace it. I asked Keshawn if he would go shopping with me. He would. I arrived at his house. Of course, we decided to fuck first… “Did you bring the sling?” I have to admit I didn’t. There was no room in my car for it with all the other things I had to bring for my job. “It doesn’t matter. There’s always the bed.” For all the times I’ve been in his apartment, we have never used it for sex. I have slept there, but sleep is not on either of our minds right now. We both strip naked, well, down to black athletic socks for me. I sit and Keshawn kneels between my legs. He slobbers over my cock in the best possible way. It’s a very wet blow job. He is stroking his massive cock while I lie back and enjoy his mouth. “Fuck, do my balls, too.” He does. Leaving them as wet as my cock. We change places. I don’t try to take him into my mouth for fear of nicking his huge head—but I lick every inch of his shaft and balls. I roll him onto his back by lifting his legs and licking his ass crack. I hear the poppers open and then his groan as I poke into his pucker, the moment the vapor does its work. He opens easily. He is so ready for my cock. “Fuck me,..” he moans. I lube myself as I eat him out. I stand up, bend a little and push into him. There is a moment of pressure—and then I slide in. All the way. Every inch of me is buried in his sweet ass. I hold for a moment as my feet slip on the carpeting—but then I begin to fuck. A slow drilling of his hot hole. My long legs tire faster than usual with the low bed. We change up. I sit again and Keshawn cleans my cock. He loves the taste of his ass on my dick. We grease up and he rides me. It’s a hot shot—that black ass on the white shaft. I grab my camera. PIC When he gets off me, I have him bend over the corner of the bed. It’s my turn to taste our fuck juices. I kneel behind him. I lick and swallow his ass jizz flavored by my precum. I make sure to use my beard as I rim. “On your back.” Keshawn complies. This is an even lower bend to get into him, but I really want to watch his face as I thrust into him. I’m not disappointed, he shows his pleasure repeatedly as I pound away. He inches back and I go with him. Soon I am no longer standing, but kneeling on the bed, still working my cock deep into his hole. We break for water. And cock sucking. And rimming. I have him stand at the corner of the bed again. He braces himself. This time I don’t rim him there, but I fuck him. I fuck him hard enough he loses his balance and we both collapse on the bed. Laughing. We go back to Keshawn on his back. I am pretty sure he knows he is close and wants his cum all over his chest and not the sheets. I bend enough to spit on his hole and again on my still slick cock. I fuck into him. He beats his cock faster and faster. He moans and shoots a huge load all over his chest. I mop some up with my left hand and coat my cock. I push my jizz drenched dick back into him. I fuck no more than four strokes before I am shooting myself deep inside him… Short and sweet—and leaving us time to shop. I loved the idea that we went to the store with my cum still inside him! The original post has pictures of me in his hot ass. Here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Rides My Cock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 28, 2022 -
Note: I am posting this grouping here because some of them will involve an assortment of chems. The first story does not. Story 1 I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most memorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out from under his cap and really set off his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park near my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss me. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his cum. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.
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"You Never Fucked Me"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 I had a night off. I talked online with a man about a meet. Forever. As we progressed, it turned out we wanted very different things. After wasting a lot of time, I signed off and drove into the bathhouse. I had not been there at night during this trip. The men who came in the evening were a very different group—a little younger and thinner, but still within 10 to 15 years of me. A fit man with a receding hairline wanted my cock. Covered. We fucked for a bit with an extremely tight regular condom covering ever millimeter of me. I felt very little sensation—and he squirmed in some pseudo fit of passion, inspired by his over use of poopers. He writhed so much that he pulled himself off me constantly. The fifth time he rolled off my cock, in just the first few minutes, panting how good it was, I said good night and left his room. The place was pretty sparse of men now. I was ready to just cut my losses and go back to my rental apartment. I sat in the small porn room to collect myself. The video there was just good enough to revive my cock. A man walked in. And, boy, did my luck change… He stops dead in the doorway. He looks at my boots. My jock, with the discolored pouch pushed to one side of my rigid shaft. My leather wristband. And finally, up to my face. He is tall-ish and blond. Handsome. His body was once incredibly defined, and it still looks great, though softer now at 50 something. He has a towel around his waist. It drops. He is wearing a designer jock—really more backless underwear. “I know you.” I nod. “We met when I was working down here last year. You sucked my cock.” It’s his turn to nod. “May I?” He kneels. Sure of my answer. He sighs and takes me into his mouth. Fuck, yes. He is born to suck. He is wonderfully wet. His teeth are never an issue with my girth. He takes me down, choking himself on purpose. We both love to hear him gag. Each time he does, he comes up, gasping and happy. He takes a break and our eyes meet. “I remembered you as a great cocksucker. I’m not wrong.” “You never fucked me.” “You never asked.” “I am now—I want this up my ass.” He shakes my cock as he says it. I stand up. I pull his handsome face onto my cock once more. “Get me good and wet...” He does, slurping loudly. I point to the couch. He scrambles up and kneels on it, leaning his arms on the back. His muscle butt is perfectly framed by Andrew Christian. I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his hole. He groans and grabs his erect cock through the fabric. I go back and lick the almost hairless crack before zeroing in on his hole once again. He has three different brands of poppers with him. He hits the first one. His hole flowers open. He is so ready for me. I spit one last time, stand and my cock head goes in. “More lube. It’s been forever.” Lube is added. Now I bottom out. I fuck slowly, building as I hear his breathing change. I am soon slamming into his hot butt, rocking the couch he’s kneeling on. I pull out. I eat his ass again. He is fuckin’ creamy now, and I tell him so. I fuck a second round. When I pull out panting, he swivels on the cushions to clean my cock. He groans in the back of his throat. The vibration sends waves through my dick, too. “Sit and let me suck you.” I sit. He gets lost in sucking my cock. This time he spends a lot of time on my balls. Lifting them. Getting my cock ring super wet. Tonguing my taint. And a little lower yet. "You want to eat my ass?” He nods, pulling my legs up. I roll back on the couch, my ass at the perfect angle for his rimming. He tosses me one of his bottles of poppers. I let his tongue work my hole before I take the hit. I begin to babble and tell him how good he is making me feel. The rim session goes on a long time—there is no other place either of us would rather be. Finally, I have to fuck him again. My cock is aching for his hole. He lies on his back this time. He is really low for my long legs. “The sling is right around the corner—let’s go there.” He nods. Happily. I get him in. It’s my turn to rim. Forever. And fuck him, watching that handsome face contort and then relax. He poppers up and pants out his pleasure. I fuck. Loving the better angle and the sound our sweaty bodies make as they slap together. I pull out. I need to catch my breath. “Get in the sling. Let me eat your hole again.” Well, fuck! We exchange places. He kneels and sinks into my still damp hole. He gives me a different bottle of poppers. It’s my turn to pant. He eats me out, making wet slurping sounds as he does it. “Kiss me. Let me taste my ass…” He comes up and we kiss. A long time. Passionate and wet. It makes him sink to his knees, lick me again—and bring my sweaty taste once again to my mouth…His cock is rampant as we kiss. The kiss breaks. I whisper in his ear. “I really want to breed you. May I?” His answer is to kiss me harder. When we come up for air he says, “I want you to breed me, but I’d really love it doggy, ok?” We go back to the couch. I eat his wet butt—which is soon to get even wetter. “I want your cum, man…” I stand up and slide into him. He clenches with each thrust. Suddenly, I’m spurting. But it’s not the full, every nerve firing kind of climax. I groan. He groans, too, as he feels my cock head expand with each spurt. I pull out and go to my knees. I felch myself. He pushes and gives me a big glob of semen on my tongue. That does it. I stand, swallowing my jizz and pushing back into him. This time I get the full deal. Every nerve in my groin explodes with pleasure. I fully empty my balls into him and collapse on his sweaty back… * It should come as no surprise that Mark gave me his number… The origianl is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Never Fucked Me" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 26. 2023 -
Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 (This picks up immediately after Part One.) I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room. I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor. I just sit. I don’t stroke. I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal. I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there. The door opens. A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in. He has a shaved head. He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once, but is still impressive. He drops his towel. He’s impressive here, too. A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes. “Suck my dick,” he all but commands. I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded. I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft. He likes my mouth and says so. Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face. Hard. I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out. “Thanks,” he mutters. “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” He goes out to do just that. Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here. I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me. The porn is not great. I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open. “In here,” I hear a man say. In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room. The Otter sits at the other end of the couch. The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits. He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again. “Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles. They are far hotter than the porn. I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls. I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick. Do it.” The Latino looks up. “Do you mind?” “Please.” He crawls over, now between my legs. I finally see the Otter’s cock. He’s just above average. The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock. “You’re big. Damn.” He goes down on me. He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked. The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me. The Latino pulls off me with a sigh, and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls. I groan and ruffle his hair. He turns to the Otter. “I really want that in my ass.” The Otter nods. The kid turns to me. “I’m a slut, what can I say? Fuck me?” I stand up and pat where I have been sitting. The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out. It’s my turn: “Let me eat your ass.” (All right, I didn’t say asshole.) I burrow into him. He has not been fucked today. My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do. I begin reaming him out. I hear poppers open. The Otter is feeding them to him. “Do it,” the kid says. “Get it inside of me.” I push in. Slowly and steadily. The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts. I bottom out. “Fuck him hard,” says the Otter. I do. Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch. He groans. “So good…” I slap his ass and slow the fuck down. Longer strokes now. Letting him know just how long I am. I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast. I pull out and stand up to stretch them. “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.” Everybody loves this idea. He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth. I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor. We go at this for quite some time. Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch. He has not had enough. First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock. He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there. This is too much for the Otter. He coats his hairy chest with cum. Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers. The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door. My wet cock needs release. And I know where to go. Down the stairs to the dark room. The door is open. I go in, shutting it behind me. “I got fucked, but no load.” “You’re about to get mine.” I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily. I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole. But I really need to fuck. I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out. “Fuck you feel good. You fuck some others?” I speed up the tempo. “Yeah, a couple.” “But you’re loading me?” I fuck him a little faster. “You want it?” “Fuck, yeah.” I am now driving into his ass. My hand slaps his hairy cheek. “Say the words.” “Breed me, daddy.” I fuck harder yet. “I want your cum, man.” I am so fucking close. “Deep in your hole?” “Fuck yes!” And I explode. I grab his hips and hold on. My balls empty into his hot butt. I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load. I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 20, 2022 -
Lunchtime at the Bathhouse
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 It was a full week before I could have any kind of sex again. I went back to the same bathhouse in Indy for a three-hour session in the late morning/early afternoon. At check in, I bought a membership. I had determined on the drive in that I would much rather play with whoever was there than sit online and hope for the right man (who would then be over an hour away from where I was living and working.) Today seemed to prove I made the right choice… “May I suck it?” I am sitting on the couch opposite my locker, watching four different screens of porn. The speaker is a man who appears a good 10 years older than myself. He is slight of build, mostly bald with a few wispy hairs on his head. He has an engaging smile, so I spread my legs, offering him my hard cock. “Oh, not here. Come to my room.” I sigh, inwardly. I like public sex in places like this, but it is still before noon (and the influx of men on lunch break) so I consent. We trudge up to the third floor. I sit on his bed and he kneels on the hard floor. He kisses my balls. He works up my shaft with kisses. His soft hands now cradle my balls. He tries to take my cock head into his mouth. I hit every tooth on the way in. I can’t help but flinch. He recognizes my reaction, and instead of covering his teeth and trying again, decides stroking my shaft and kissing my balls will be enough. “Are you close?” I have to smile before I shake my head. “I won’t get off for hours yet,” I tell him. He stands up, with an assist from me. I thank him and go back down the stairs. A bear of a man is hanging out at the slurp ramp—which here is the joining of what was once two rooms. One side has a platform to stand on with two holes in the wall. He is on the cock sucking side. He nods to me and disappears through the door frame. I cross the main room, into the other side and go up the step to the platform. The hole is a little low for me, but it’s not an uncomfortable squat as my dick disappears into the darkness of the other side. His mouth envelops me, taking me deep into his throat. The tongue on the underside of my cock is moving rapidly. I let him suck at his speed for quite a bit, then I fuck his mouth. He groans as my cock impales him again and again. My knees are telling me to straighten up. I do and go around to his side. He’s surprised, but follows my directive of “On your knees.” He happily sucks me in. And now he can get all of me down his tight throat. I lean down and touch his ass. Instantly he moves so I can have better access. I finger his hole, which is pre-lubed. “Fuck me.” I tell him to stand up and lean against the wall, mouth ready at the hole. I spit on my cock and slide into him. At the same moment, some man enters the other room and in seconds slides his cock into the Bear’s mouth as I fuck his ass. I slap the generous butt so the guy getting sucked knows just what’s happening… * I sit back down on the couch to watch the four screens. The Bear, who didn’t get a load in either hole, has told me he has a room on the third floor. I am sure I will find him up there eventually, but right now I am intrigued by a younger man sitting on the couch with me. He looks Mediterranean, with olive skin and dark curls on his head and his pubes. He is stroking—and eventually reaches over to stroke me. I let him, and do the same for his bigger than average cock. Eventually, I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth. “If you do that I’ll…” And he does—before he can finish the sentence. It’s a huge load to swallow… * I find the Bear in his room—one with a bigger bed. He is standing by the side, his ass arched out. I slip behind him and rim his ass before fucking him again. He thanks me. I ask if he takes loads. “I am open to it,” is his reply. I fuck two other men—both of who gave me some good oral first. Neither is prepped deep enough for my cock when it turns to fucking. One in the sling and one in the steam. I decided not to fuck anyone else today but the Bear… * A bigger guy, around my age reaches for me in the steam room. Not for my cock, but for my shoulders. His hands instantly find the knots of tension my current job has created. “Relax,” he breathes in my ear. I am a sucker for a good massage. And he gives me one. Slow and sensual, really working on the tension in my neck and shoulders. I melt. Only when he gets them to loosen does he suck me. The steam room fills up with several other men. The steam starts up and in the fog of it all a cock sucking orgy starts. Nothing but steam and hard dicks and willing mouths. No one seems to want to get off—we are all just enjoying each other—sampling one cock after another. As the steam clears, so do the men. My masseur is still there. We dry off and go up to his room. I feed him my cock as he kneels on the floor. It’s cramped. “Let me lie down.” He moves around, lying with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. I straddle his head and lower my balls into his mouth. He is heaven. He inhales deeply. From my very essence. His cock, for the first time, fully erects… * My three-hour rental is coming to a close. I want to get off and go. The Bear is standing in his doorway. “You want it?” I ask. He moves into the room and gets on all fours on the bed. I eat his hole. I wonder if anyone else has fucked him since I did. “Fuck me,” he moans. “If I do, I’ll shoot.” “Do it,” he whispers. “Breed my ass…” That is all the invitation I need. I spit one last time on his hole, stand up and fuck into him. His ass muscles begin milking my cock. It won’t take long after all this play. “Fill me up,” he mumbles into the pillow he clutches. I thrust deep—and give him just what he wants… This entry, and 1400+ others, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Lunchtime at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 17, 2022 -
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This is a continuation of the junkie hooker stories and the Mall Book Store stories that can be found here: So here it goes: The pastors daughter I was walking down the street, feeling like crap after leaving the doctor's office. It was cold and raining, and I was already regretting not bringing a jacket. I could hear someone calling out in the distance, and as I got closer, I realized it was a young woman handing out flyers and bibles. I recognised her. She was the daughter of the pastor of the church my Ex-Wife went to. She was a little chubby, with thick legs, brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and freckles. Her face lit up as she saw me approaching, and I could tell she recognized me. "You're from the church, right?" she asked, and I nodded. "Cornelia's husband?" she continued. "Ex-husband," I corrected her, feeling a twinge of pain in my chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." "It's okay," I said, trying to sound casual. "It's been a while." We stood there in silence for a moment, the rain pouring down around us. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. "Are you okay?" she asked, breaking the silence. "I'm just a little under the weather," I admitted. "I was actually on my way home to rest." "Rest?" she echoed, and I could tell she was trying to think of a way to help. "Hey, my mother makes the best chicken soup. It always helps me when I'm sick. Maybe I could bring some over once I'm finished here. It's not much, but it's hot, and it might make you feel better." I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to accept the offer. But as she stood there, looking at me with those innocent brown eyes, I found myself nodding. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Okay, it might take me a little while, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, handing me a flyer before hurrying off into the rain. I watched her go, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. What was it about her that made me feel so... off-kilter? Maybe it was the way she seemed genuinely interested in my well-being, or maybe it was just the fact that she was so damn innocent. Whatever it was, I found myself looking forward to her return, wondering what else she might have to offer. I stumbled back to my apartment after leaving the doctor's office, feeling like death warmed over. I knew I had a visitor coming over later, but my foggy brain couldn't quite remember who or when. As soon as I walked through the door, I stripped off my wet clothes and collapsed onto the bed, hoping to sleep off whatever was plaguing me. But before I could even close my eyes, I was startled awake by a loud knock at the door. I groaned and stumbled to my feet, barely registering that I was completely naked. Who could possibly be coming over now? I flung open the door, squinting against the harsh light of the hallway, and came face to face with Maria. "Oh, hi," I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "I didn't realize you were coming over." "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her eyes flicking down to my bare chest, and then a little deeper, and deeper, and then quickly away again. I suddenly became acutely aware of my nudity and scrambled to find something to cover myself with. "Sorry, sorry," I muttered, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around my waist. "I wasn't expecting anyone. I forgot you wanted to come." Maria bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle. "I can see that," she said, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling like a fool. "I'm not really myself today." "It's okay," she said, her smile turning sympathetic. "I brought you some soup, like I promised." I looked down at the container in her hands, feeling a sudden surge of gratitude. "Thank you," I said, taking the soup from her. "You didn't have to do that." "It's no problem," she said, her eyes shining. "I'm just happy to help." I suddenly realized that I was still half-naked in front of this sweet, innocent girl, and I couldn't help but wonder what she thought of me. As if reading my mind, she glanced down at my towel-wrapped waist and then quickly back up again, her cheeks turning pink. "Sorry again," I said, feeling like a total idiot. "It's fine," she said, still blushing. "I should go. I hope you feel better soon." But then she hesitated. "Do you have anyone taking care of you?" she asked, looking concerned. I shook my head. "No," I said, my Girlfriend was out of town this week again, but I didn't mention her to Maria. "In that case, I'll stay and make sure you're okay," she said firmly, pushing past me into the apartment. I blinked in surprise, not sure what to make of her sudden determination to take care of me. "But what about your plans?" I asked, trying to dissuade her. "They can wait," she said firmly, already setting about making the soup. I watched her move around my kitchen, her dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness. Maybe it was the fever talking, but I suddenly found myself wanting to get to know this girl better. I retreated into my room to put some clothes on, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, sick, half-naked, and being taken care of by a woman I barely knew. When I emerged from my room, Maria had set the table and was pouring soup into a bowl. "Looks delicious," I said, sitting down across from her. "It's my mom's recipe," she said, smiling. "I added a few spices, but otherwise, it's all her." I took a bite and was surprised at how good it was. "Wow, this is amazing," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I'm glad you like it," she said, looking pleased. We ate in silence for a few minutes, savouring the soup and enjoying each other's company. "Feeling better?" she asked, a smile on her lips. "Yeah, I think so," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thanks to you." Maria's smile widened, and I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her. But before I could act on the impulse, she spoke again. "So, tell me about yourself," she said. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to this almost stranger. But as she sat there, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, I found myself opening up to her in a way I hadn't done with anyone else in a long time. I told her about my failed marriage, my struggles with depression, and my job as a corporate crook who legally swindles people out of her money. I told her about the junkie hookers, the mall book store hookups, the boys my girlfriend, and I were seducing. It just poured all out of me. I expected her to be uncomfortable or running away screaming. I mean, she is the innocent 19 year old daughter of a pastor, and I'm a 42 year old sex craved pervert, but instead, she listened with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions. As I talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to her. Her kindness and innocence were just a small part of what drew me to her; it was also the way she seemed to understand me on a level that no one else ever had. She didn't judge me. She didn't flinch .... it was not what I was expecting from a good Christian girl. When I finished, she sat back in her chair, a look of deep concern on her face. "I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. "That all sounds really hard." I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her, to feel her soft lips against mine, but I held back. I was afraid the judgment would start then. "Thanks," I said, pulling my hand away gently. "It's been a tough couple of years." "Well, I'm here for you," she said, her eyes searching mine. "Whenever you need me." She leaned in closer. "However you need me." At that moment, I knew I had to kiss her. I leaned in, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and pressed my lips to hers. For a moment, she didn't respond. But then she leaned in, deepening the kiss, and I felt a rush of emotion coursing through my body. We broke apart, gasping for air, and I looked into her eyes, seeing the same desire and longing that I felt. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for kissing her. "It is okay," she said. Then she continued: "I just want to help people," she said simply. "I feel like there's so much pain and suffering in the world, and I want to do my part to make it a little better. And for me, that means sharing the love of God with others. And this is a way of sharing that love. I want to share that love that way. I want to be loved ..." She stood up and started to undress, looking at me with that brown innocent eyes. Like god is telling her to sleep with me? Who am I to say no to that? I already had a hard on and the flu was forgotten. After some seconds she stood naked in front of me. She was unshaved. The Freckles went down her chest with her small perky tits. "I think god send me here for a reason today. It wasn't random Chance we met on the street today. And when you opened the door that way, I knew what God wants of me." I gulped. That was a little crazy, even for me. But I was horny. "What does God want of you?" "To loose my virginity to you, so I can help you find the right path again." Her eyes shone with fire, with conviction. She believed what she said. And I'm always one to respect the beliefs of others. "If you want that, I will do that." She smiled. She took me by the hand, pulled me from the stool, and led me to the bedroom. She lay down and spread her legs. I could see that she was already wet. I undressed and her eyes widened, as she saw my rock hard 8 inch Cock. "Will that hurt?", she asked, a little unsure. "It is your first time. I think it will. You wanna stop?" She shook her head. "I need this", she said. I climbed on top of her. My big hairy belly brushing over her soft skin. As I leaned in to kiss Maria, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. The softness of her lips pressed against mine, and I let out a small sigh of contentment. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me, feeling her curves against my body. The kiss deepened as our tongues met, and I could taste the sweetness of her breath. Maria's fingers traced along the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hand through her hair, feeling its silkiness under my fingertips. The soft moans escaping her lips only made me want her more. I rolled over, bringing her on top of me as we continued to kiss passionately. Our bodies intertwined, and I felt my desire for her intensify with each passing moment. As we pulled away from the kiss, we gazed into each other's eyes, both of us breathless and wanting more. Marias hands began to stroke my body slowly, caressing my haity chest and big stomach. She moved her hands lower, running them down my thighs, before moving further south towards my cock. She grabbed hold of it, stroking it softly while gazing up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, and I knew that she wanted me inside of her. Slowly she lowered herself onto it, feeling the large head push into her tight pussy. As I entered her, I groaned, and she flinched. "It is big", she said, struggling with the size. I grabbed her soft hips and pushed her down. Her wet pussy slid down my cock. I felt something rip inside her. She screamed and clinched. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't try to pull out. I started thrusting my hips, penetrating deeper into her. I grunted in pleasure as I fucked her. I could see blood smearing around our hips. She really was a virgin. She struggled to breathe, but she didn't complain. "Fuck me", she said softly. "I need your big dick inside of me." I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, driving my cock harder into her. That made her scream more. I could see pleasure and pain mixed in her face. "Yes", I said as I kissed her neck. "You are a sweet innocent girl, aren't you?" I pounded her harder. I could feel the muscles of her inner walls squeezing me, milking me with every thrust. "Please", she begged, tears in her eyes. "Shh", I whispered, "Don't talk." Her screams turned into soft moans as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy. I had never felt anything like it. I just kept fucking her, unable to stop myself. Her screams turned to moans and whimpers. She was still crying, but they were less frantic now. I picked up speed, pounding her faster and harder. I could feel her juices and her blood run down my balls, mixing with my own sweat. I groped her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her moaning increased, and I felt her pussy get tighter. "Oh god yes", she said, biting her lip, her teary eyes closed. I felt her tense up, and I knew she was going to cum. She panted harder, her eyes wide open. She gasped louder and harder, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I kept pumping her, getting close, too. "I'm cumming", she said, panting heavily. "I'm gonna cum!" I exploded inside of her. I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her womb. "Ahhhhhhhh!", she screamed, arching her back. Then she collapsed on top of me, gasping for air. We lay there, catching our breaths. After a few minutes, she sat up and gave me a sheepish grin. "That was amazing", she said. I laughed. I couldn't help it. "No kidding", I replied. "I have never cum so hard in my life." She giggled, which only made me laugh even harder. Than her eyes opened in shock. "I'm not on birth control". My laughter stopped instantly. "I'm sorry", she said quickly. "I should have told you." I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Don't worry about it", I said, "I know what to do." I took my phone and took a photo of her naked. Now that I had that, I could maybe share her with other guys, put any pregnancy on them. She looked at me angry. "What are you doing?" "Just making sure that I remember you", I said, "So I don't forget you." She rolled her eyes and started to dress. Slowly, the bliss on her face went away, and she looked worried. "Maybe that was a mistake ... maybe God didn't want me to ..." "Relax," I said, grabbing her hand, "We are both happy, aren't we?" She nodded. "And if you are pregnant, we will take care of it." She looked relieved. I took her in my arms and she relaxed more. "I'm yours know, I feel it", she said. We went back to bed and had some more sex, before she had to go home to her Pastor Daddy. I had to teach her so much. We met in secret every day for the next three weeks. Until she got the flu and had to stay home. That's when I got a call from the doctors office. I had to come in to get some results of a blood test, and they wanted to talk to me about it. So I went in, sitting. "I'm sorry to tell you this," the Doc said, "But you are HIV positive." To be continued (do I have to move to the bug chasing section now?).
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FanTasy Collection Respecting my elders. This is the 2nd story in my FanTasy Collection. In less refined forms, this one has been one of my original wild fantasies. Again I will say These are just Fantasies and have not happened "yet" ;) But how did It come about? Well, The First time I ever got spun was with a 74-year-old man. He was the 1rst man to fuck my ass and whore me out. This caused me to have a vast age gap kink and a (grand)daddy kink. Yet, he didn't like having other older men around as he wasn't attracted to them; anyways, on to the fantasy. After moving to the Big City, Curtis (25) was cruising a hookup app. When a message flashed on his phone, it was an anon profile saying "yum ."It was weak, and the profile was void of pictures; it only had stats. One of which caught his eye. Age:62. Curtis Smiled and thought about the Daddy he had left in his old town, then replied with a "Hi Daddy ."They flirted hard and fast. Within the hour the Daddy had offered to take him shopping for Lingerie. He had told the Daddy to pick him up in an hour. During that time, Curtis showered, shaved, and cleaned himself up. While getting dressed he hit a bowl and decided to go full heteronormative, with some khakis, a button-down, a sweater, and some sneakers. Then hit the bowl again when checking the messages. 10 mins away. He takes another hit and quickly lubes up a plug and inserts it. The ride over to the sex shop started quiet, but Curtis changed it to flirty pretty quickly. They were the only ones there besides the clerk when they got to the store and went in. The Daddy goes from one piece to the next Saying how hot he would look in each one. So Curtis told him that he is open to trying on stuff for him, but he has to buy at least half of all the items he tries on for him. "Just so you don't make me try on the whole store," Curtis said with a coy intonation. When the Daddy picked out three pairs of panties, a mini skirt, a mesh top, and two pairs of leggings, he became agitated when he found out there was no dressing room—asking if they could return to his place. Curtis politely declined the first meeting. Without much prompting the Daddy just decided to get a cheap room at a motel. The prompt nature of the pivot caught Curtis off guard but also turned him on. The Daddy paid up, and they were on their way. They pulled up to the nearest motel, not a super sleazy place but not one of the fancier places either. Curtis stayed in the car as the Daddy went in and got a room. The room was a standard issue, not too gross, except for the bathtub, which had slight hard water discoloration. Curtis told the Daddy to sit on the bed while he changed. Curtis shaves a rock of meth un his ass while getting ready then, comes out of his new outfit to the Daddy with cock in hand. He starts beating it, and Curtis gives a little twirl and a show. The Daddy was slightly startled when Curtis came down on his knees before him And growled when Curtis took his cock into his mouth. After a few mins, Curtis can feel the Daddy starting to Tense up, so he Lifts his mouth off of the Daddy's cock to say through drooly lips," I wanted to thank you for getting these lovely gifts for me. That's what the head was for. But you impressed me with getting this room. And I'm rewarding you with this." "Oh fuck, you are so hot," the daddy moans as Curtis Stands up, turns around, and bends over to remove his butt plug. Then walks over to the bed, Puts one knee on the bed, and turns to ask, "How do you want me, Daddy?" "I didn't bring a condom; I could try to find one," the Daddy stammered. "Daddy, you bought me stuff that would make me look hot and turn you on to see me in, and you didn't buy any condoms. So I just thought that meant what would make me look the hottest and turn you on the most would be your raw cock fucking your hot load of daddy cum into my boy hole". Curtis said while his body and mind start buzzing. The Daddy walks over and grabs Curtis' ass that was showing from under the mini skirt. Hissing into Curtis' ear, " Oh fuck yeah, you slutty little boy, you are going to take my cum deep in you," as he pushed Curtis down to doggy. With a quick spit and not a lot of care. The Daddy had quickly and forcefully thrust his entire length into Curtis. The Daddy was fucking Curis pretty hard, but what turned Curtis on even more than getting fucked was the dirty talk that started flying out of the Daddy's mouth. Curtis had to engage and did so really escalated both of their experiences. Finally, after about 10 mins, the Daddy grunts, and tensing up, he slams his cock as deep as possible "I'm cumming in your tight little ass, you dirty motel whore. Do you like that? The Daddy pants while pulling his cock out. Curtis shakes his ass playfully, then flips to face the man who filled him. "Mmmm Fuck, Thank you so much Daddy, for letting me be where you put your load today. You were right; I am hotter that way. I'd be open to you getting more outfits to fuck me in." Curtis coos while squirming happily. The Daddy sits on the bed. " Oh yea? Because I know what you would look way hotter in than that outfit." Curtis tells him He loves it when older men know how to handle him best. The Daddy then inquires about the most senior Daddy he has been with and is surprised and slightly aroused when the answer is "75, but I would go older.". When the Daddy was driving Curtis back to his place, he teasingly asked if Curtis could get dressed up in the sluttiest way next week. "If it's that hot, pictures might be necessary next time." Curtis playfully tries to coax some answers out of him. "Well, I was watching my cock pump in and out of your tight ass, and I realized that was way hotter than the outfit. Then It hit me, and I came right after thinking about it," the Daddy starts. " I was just thinking about looking down and seeing my cock doing the same thing, but what's different is that you have another daddy cock in each hand and one in your mouth, and watching all of those daddies fill you just like I did. Is that too crazy?" the Daddy asks tentatively. The stunned look on Curtis' face was instantly interpreted as horror, and the Daddy was about to backpaddle when he felt Curtis' hand on his cock. " So Daddy wants to have me get gang bred by a group of Daddy's friends? Curtis purrs, "That's 100% hot enough reason to want pictures. I'm free for that; let's talk details over text." Over the next week, they text, sext, and try to get a strategy down on how to find the daddies to participate. The Daddy makes a suggestion that stuns and gets Curtis wildly horned up. His idea was if you invite the right daddies the first time and work through some of the issues, then there is a better chance that they would be open to doing it again. So, after a bit more discussion, they were going to look for the right daddies to find for a reoccurring event where daddies were more than happy to come back and might even feel comfortable bringing a friend. So they both went looking for receptive, responsive men over the age of 50 who were not only interested in fucking, but interested in watching. The day before the event, they had invited and gotten positive reactions from 8 men. The Daddy was pretty hopeful all eight would show up. Curtis was convinced that only three would show. The day of, Curtis smoked a fat bowl and packed a premade booty bump to take with him. The Daddy stopped by to pick him up and take him to the motel, where a room was already booked. This motel was much nicer than the last one; Curtis went to the bathroom to get dressed and ready. Looking ready and breedable, Curtis asks through the closed door how long until the daddies are supposed to show up. 5 mins, 3 mins, he hears the front door open and muffled conversation. Any of those who will show up will be, and soon, The Daddy will knock on the door to let him know they are ready. Out of nerves, more than timing Curtis decides to take his booty bump and then put in his plug. Not a minute later, the knock comes. "We are ready for you, boi." Curtis lets out a deep breath, feeling the buzz already coming on; he opens the door and steps out. There were five older men in the room staring at Curtis, Who was dressed in a pair of stiletto boots, a black G string with the text " Fuck me" on them, The mini skirt that He got last week, and a tube top with the text "Yes daddy ."All of the daddies looked at least well into their 50s stunned. More confidence came when he saw all of them move their hands to their cocks. Curtis struts over and molds right in between two of the daddies he hadn't met. Giving a little intro speech, telling them that this wouldn't cost anything, but The Daddy did pay for the motel room, and he might appreciate it if you could throw him a $10 or hell If you want to step up and cover the room for the next time we do this. He tells them they don't have to commit to doing this again. After Curtis finished this shop talk, he was ready to begin. "Gentleman, This being the first time. I will be referring to All of you as either Daddy or Sir from now on, and for this first time, refer to me as a boy or any dirty names that get you off. All of you Daddies are here for me, and I'm here because I respect my elders. I want to show you how much I respect my elders by devoting my body to your pleasure. I will feel my respect for you, Daddies as it drips down my legs for the next day. What I'm trying to say is, please fuck your hot daddy DNA into my boy hole!" As he finishes his speech, he drops to a squat and works to get one of Daddy's cock out. Like clockwork, the others also get their cocks out. One cock in his mouth, one in his hand, this other hand moved to another. His mind is spinning, and he tries to see if he can give an unattended cock some attention every minute. Eventually, He is pulled up and put onto the bed. The daddies finally get to see his Gstring, which is pulled off quickly, exposing the plug and slowly pulling it out. There is a polite discussion on who might want to go first. The answer that Caugh Curtis' attention was the Daddy, who loudly and quickly said, "If I can, I want to go last. I want his ass as full of cum as possible." Their eyes locked when the Daddy finished saying that. Another just decided enough discussion had been had. Forcing Curtis into doggy and pushing the tip of his cock gently and slowly, even re-lubing up. Over the next couple of hours, Curtis was spit roasted by every combination of the Daddys. Curtis was over the moon when the first Daddy blew his load deep inside his hole, Called him a good boy, and said That this was an excellent start to how he should respect his elders. Then went off to the side to watch as this boy continued to get gang fucked. Curtis pulled the cock out of his mouth to Thank that Daddy, for staying to watch. Giving him the honor of planting his seed in his ass. and that he will continue improving on his respect for his elders. Then another cock was shoved in his mouth. Similar occurrences happened a 2nd time and a 3rd. Then The Daddy was the one shooting his nut deep inside Curtis while calling him filthy nasty names. The last Daddy to have his turn pulled the well-used and very sloppy ass up. "Have you men ever seen such a beautiful thing? This boy worked very hard to show respect for his elders. Sloppy well, used, deep seeded boy holes are the sign of respect I think more of Us men deserve. I will be fucking my load into him to mix with all of yours. But I will commit to him that I will be coming back for the next one, And I will bring a friend. Slowly pushing his big thick cock into Curtis' Swolen leaking hole. " I mean, think about it, men, we can all show a friend of ours how they should be respected, and This boy will be respecting ten men next time...and how many the time after. I want to witness all of it." the daddy grunts and announces that he is cumming. Then Leans down and whispers in Curtis's ear. "I can take you to the next level; let me pimp your ass out. My name is Rich." Part 2 will have much more cum and much more of Curtis getting spun.
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Chicago—May, 2022 After Zane left, Cowboy Boots and I had dinner together. As we waited for our Thai to arrive, I told him about an ad I’d seen on BBRT. The host wanted to do an actual sex party in a dimly lit room—not just host as a cumdump. We were excited. This is what we were missing on this weekend. I had stumbled on it once, but I wanted another session. When we got back from dinner—I got the details from the host. It wouldn’t be long, maybe 90 minutes. We were to be there within 10 minutes of the start time. He was looking for all types of men and all positions. Cowboy Boots and I cleaned up and went downstairs at the appropriate time… The door is propped open. There are five men just beginning to fuck. The host, a beefy guy in his late 30’s or early 40’s waves us in. He looks familiar. (I later find out that we had fucked at the Nasty Kink Pigs’ Parties at CLAW several years ago.) He goes back to sucking the dick of the youngest man there, a cub in his 20’s. A 50-ish Top is stroking himself, watching the scene—I realize it is this man’s load I’d fucked in with the cumdump I bred on Thursday. A 30-ish guy with a great Mohawk and a PA, is getting fucked by porn guy Steve Sommers. (Steve and I had played (with Derrick and Jacob) a few IML’s ago.) Steve is hairy and hot. Cowboy Boots strips and gets on all fours on the double bed. The Top is drawn to his hot ass. He kneels and begins rimming him. The host, never taking the young one’s cock out of his mouth, moves to all fours so his ass is available to me. Perfect. I kneel and rim. We are directly across the bed from Cowboy Boots. As his Top rises to fuck him, so do I. I sink into the host. He makes the sexist groan around the young cock in his mouth. Steve pulls out of Mohawk. Mohawk swivels around and cleans his ass juices off Steve. I fuck the Host harder. I love the sound of my hips on his wet ass. CB’s Top pulls out. So do I. We nod at each other and walk around the bed to switch holes. We both go to our knees to taste the new holes in front of us. Soon we are plowing away with our different men. Mohawk is as versatile as Steve. He gets Steve bent over and eats him out. I watch as I fuck. Soon he stands and sinks into Steve. Now there are three of us fucking on three sides of the bed. More men come in—a couple I’ve seen at the side by side cumdumps. (Again, one man plays—the other strokes, watching his BF fuck.) The young guy moves from getting his cock sucked, to sucking the new arrival. A third man enters. He is already hard. I let him fuck CB. I kneel behind Mohawk and lick his ass crack on the backstroke. He groans and calls me a pig. He pulls out of Steve, steps to the side and pushes my face into the hairy crack he’s just been fucking. He holds my head in place—telling me to lick it all up. He finally lets go, telling me to fuck him with my big dick. I rear up and push my cock into Steve. He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembered. “You need to take it, too,” he tells Mohawk. This makes me fuck Steve harder. So much so he asks for a breather. The new men are fucking the Host and Cowboy Boots—trading off. The young one sucks any and every available cock. “Let me suck that thing,” Mohawk grunts out. He goes to his knees and tastes Steve’s ass juices all over my cock. I watch him jerk himself, his PA flopping, as he sucks me. He stands and slides into Steve once more. He holds, all his inches buried in the hairy ass, reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks. “Now fuck me,” he commands. I slide into him. I stand still and let him do the work of fucking into Steve and back on me. Soon he pulls out of Steve who rolls away to go fuck CB. I fuck Mohawk hard and fast. When I stop, I take his dick in my mouth. His PA is big, but not so big it gets in the way of my tongue. I love the sound of the slight clink on my teeth. We are a fucking free for all now. The Top fucks Steve and Mohawk. I go back to the Host and CB. I clean dicks as they present themselves. I do something with every man, but the voyeur boyfriend. Now the Host, with no new people arriving, calls time on us. We reluctantly pull our selves together and leave, all wishing we could have stayed longer… * Late Night I work on my computer, typing up the notes for the day. Cowboy Boots is entertaining in the bedroom, a tall, built Black man. On a whim I check in on them. “You giving me your ass, too?” the visitor asks. “Naw—but I want to suck your dick when you pull out.” I take out my dick and stroke as I kneel by the man fucking CB. “That’s hot,” he sighs. I watch his cock split Cowboy Boots open. His cock is the same size as mine—but in dark ebony hues. He pulls out and lets me suck him clean. He plows back into Cowboy Boots. “Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna cum—you gonna eat that, too?” I nod. He shoots, deep in CB. He marinates a long time. Finally, I get to clean his less sensitive cock. “Fuck him,” he urges me. I stand up and slide into the man’s cream pie deep in Cowboy Boots. I fuck a few strokes—and it sends me over the edge… * A few random IML notes: I did get a note on BBRT I was unable to follow up on: “I saw you in elevator last night and a huge fan of your blog. Would love to come suck you.” I think it was right after the piss party—and my cock was feeling spent—but now I wish I’d still met the reader. Another time! I also remember, on the first day of IML there were still non-leather folks in the hotel. I took the elevator down to the lobby with a bunch of men in full gear—while I was in my street dress of jeans, with just my wrist band on. A young mom and her 5 year old son got on, too. The little boy’s eyes were huge as he stared up at all these leather men towering over him. His gaze found me. I smiled. He looked at me—back at all the other guys—and back to me. He mustered a timid smile—to a friendly face in that sea of leather clad legs... The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Sunday Night: An Orgy and A Breeding (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 8, 2022
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How Far Does He Cum? I overheard this story from a straight friend. He swears it’s true. I haven’t met his now-wife, Jane, but when I do. I’ll ask her about it. This story has some guy-on-guy contact, but it’s not gay. There is cum, and some of it gets inside a pussy. ___ You know the way college guys brag? I was at a party with my girlfriend, and we stumbled into a conversation about how far we could shoot? At first, I didn’t realize what they were even talking about, and Jane elbowed me. We’d been having safe sex together and monogamously for a while, so I didn’t need to jerk off all that often and reliably wore a condom when with Jane. Jane and I were juniors, and not total geeks. We knew how to have a good time but were very responsible. As Jane I got closer, she asked if I knew anything about ‘women’s ‘cycles.’ I took a family life class in high school, so yeah I knew the basics. She asked if I’d ever lived with a girl before and told her I hadn’t. She told me her cycle was erratic so unprotected sex was a no go. And some weeks would be safer than others. I gladly respected that and told her I was going to be respectful of her boundaries and times. So that was how we’d been since moving in together a few months ago. Anyway, this guy Mike was familiar to me from some prerequisite classes. At the party, he cleared his throat and proudly said his load shot six feet. We didn’t believe that for a second. He asked me if I could shoot farther, and the big-talking man in me said I didn’t know how far I shot, because I had a beautiful girlfriend to take care of that for me. Jane blushed and Mike winked at her. Later that night, after the party, Mike’s brag did prompt some sexy pillow talk. Jane asked if I thought I could shoot that far, and I honestly couldn’t say. So, she wriggled down and gave me a great blowjob. She pulled off as I started feeling my balls tighten and aimed my cock towards me. I did shoot an impressive load, and most of it landed on my neck and chin. She was impressed but asked if I thought Mike was telling the truth. I shrugged and slipped into a sleepy post-cum sleep. As I dozed off, Jane was saying how much fun she was having with me and wondering if we were maybe too safe sometimes. A few days later, Jane brought it up again and asked me to check with Mike to see if he was telling the truth. I asked her why, and she just grinned, saying she had a sexy idea she wanted to try out and would tell me more once I’d asked Mike how far he could shoot his seed. So, a few days later I ran into Mike on campus and asked him if I could ask him a weird question. He told me to go for it. I asked if he was being real when he said how far he could cum. He nodded and asked if I wanted to see, grinning at me. I told him that Jane had wanted me to ask, and I wasn’t into him like that. Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, ‘Look, Jane is yours as far as I know. But sometimes, ya know, stuff happens.’ He told me that a few guys had asked to see his cock over the years and it kind of turned him on. I asked Mike what kind of stuff he’d gotten into, and he grinned telling me that women asked to see it as well. I noticed he was adjusting his crotch, and it did look big. Mike suggested that he come over sometime and jerk off for me and Jane and I told him that I thought Jane was trying to set the same thing up! I told Mike I’d pass his willingness along to Jane and be in touch. So, I confirmed with Jane that Mike promised he can shoot six feet and was down to show off for us sometime. And that maybe Mike wasn’t totally ‘straight.’ Jane shrugged and told her that she found the idea of two fit guys horny together was kinda sexy. I knew she was planning something and told her I’d be up for whatever she wanted to try out together. Jane whispered that cum really turned her on, and not seeing me shoot often made her want to feel my dick and watch another guy blast off to her getting fucked sometime. Jane planned a little party for me and Mike and asked me to invite him and bring him over. I left as Jane was hopping in the shower. When Mike and I got back, Jane had taped a line on the carpet and told Mike to stand there and jerk his big cock for her as she rode my cock on the bed. She told us that she’d wanted to try some exhibitionist stuff out and knew watching a guy shoot a big load with me fucking her would be hot. So, we all stripped. Mike jerked off his impressive member as I laid Jane down and peeled off her panties and ate her tight little pussy. Mike watched with his toes on the line as I lapped at her wet pussy. Jane had me lay down on my back and mounted me reverse cowgirl facing Mike. I whispered something maybe using protection. Just as she was about to slip her bare pussy lips over my dickhead, she paused and reached over for a condom. ‘Can’t be too careful,’ she chuckled as she unwrapped it and rolled it over my cock. I could hear her rolling her eyes at Mike. Jane slipped right down onto my sheathed dick. She was so wet that we didn’t need any lube at all. Sometimes, with condoms, she needed a bit of glide to get it in easily. I wasn’t exactly small, and she wasn’t exactly loose. I thought that if I wanted to fuck her butt sometime, this would be a way to get enough of her juices dripping to go for it. As soon as Jane had swallowed my full length inside her pussy, she came on my sheathed cock. I wondered if she was so turned on because of my fucking skills, or if it was because she had an audience for the first time. I knew she was watching Mike jerk off as she bounced up and down on my dick. That was the plan, right? Jane came on my cock and grimaced as she rode her orgasm. I let her recover for a few moments before rolling my hips forward into her faster and faster. Mike told her she looked so sexy stuffed with my dick. She moaned and leaned backwards onto my chest. Jane spread her legs wider and fingered her clit. She looked over her shoulder down at me and she moaned and asked if it would be okay for Mike to touch her clit. I agreed seeing no danger in my pal touching my girlfriend’s pussy. We hadn’t talked about that, but she was asking, and I was determined to respect her limits. Mike literally ‘crossed the line’ and reached out. As I fucked Jane, he flicked and frigged her clit. Mike’s fingertips occasionally brushed against my hard cock. I wasn’t bothered by it, and Jane seemed to be turned on by it. She muttered something like ‘two cocks. All that seed…’ I fucked Jane faster as she became sort of a rag doll, overstimulated by my dick in her pussy and Mike’s fingers on her clit. Jane shot out her arm and grasped Mike’s big leaking cock. She didn’t ask for permission; she just went for it. He shook his head ‘no,’ not because she’d broken a rule, but because he’d sent her over the edge. Mike took two big steps back to the line on the floor and groaned as he shot his load. I felt gobs of his spooge land on my cock and all over Jane’s stretched cunt lips. I started to cum at the same time, spilling my load into the trusty latex reservoir. As I hammered my hips to orgasm, I was likely fucking Mike’s cum into my girlfriend’s unprotected pussy. Jane fell asleep with a big smile on her face and a pussy smeared with Mike’s load and her copious juices. Shortly afterward, my cock went back to its normal size and slipped out of her. I was careful to pull my used rubber out of her so none of my seed spilled out. As Mike and I started pulling ourselves back together he pointed to Jane’s crotch. Out of my girlfriend’s freshly-fucked pussy, white gobs of cum were drooling out. I realized then that I’d basically bred her with Mike’s cum. Mike whispered a quiet ‘thanks’ as he headed out. I nodded, wondering if Jane would want more fun with Mike, or another guy anytime soon.
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