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Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."
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Hey guys heading to Melbourne tonight and going to Wet for a few hours. Hopefully tonight there’s a few tops that wanna pay a visit as well! If anyone wants to grab a drink there or just bend me over send a message! Would love to meet some of you 😁
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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 -
If I was to get a room at the heart of Chicago motel and set up as ass up anon. No loads refused. Could I expect at least one poz breeder to show up What are the chances anyone have an idea?
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Part 1... Crap. The guy I had spent the last 30 minutes trading messages with on Grindr had turned out to be just a flake. Messages back and forth about how he is really horny and wants me to come over, he and his buddy will both fuck me, blah blah blah. When I ask him for a location, however, his profile disappears. Blocked. Two days in Edinburgh and I was as horny as hell. I swear Edinburgh seemed to be in the running for bottom capital of the country. The night before had been a bust as well. Up until well after 1AM hoping to find find a horny top but the only guys who seemed to respond were other bottoms. And, as a confirmed bottom myself, that was just not working for me. There seemed to be lots of tops available in Glasgow but that was 40 or 50 miles away. The alarm, merciless as ever, had still gone off at 7:30 and I had dragged myself out of bed. Now at almost noon, I was tired, frustrated, and horny. My meetings had completed and I had checked out of the hotel earlier… but I was hanging in a quiet corner just off the main lobby trolling Grindr and BBRT hoping for a change of luck. I’ve been married to an amazing guy for over two years now but our sex life had pretty much run dry after the first year. Seven year itch? Bullshit… I had made it a bit over two years before I cheated. An anonymous hookup, the feeling a cock inside me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop since. Maybe monogamy just doesn’t work for gays… or maybe that is just an excuse. I don’t know. I was about to log out and give up for today though… I had a long drive ahead of me to get home… and at that moment the message came in. “Hi. Can you accom?” It read. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before a second message hit. “I need to unload. Free now?” This was followed by a picture of a beautiful fat cock. I glanced at his profile. Mid-30’s (several years younger than me), 6 foot something (several inches taller than me), shaved head. “Can’t accommodate, checked out of my hotel earlier. But would love to help you unload.” I replied and named the hotel. I only paused a moment before I sent my face picture. “Fuck. Can’t host either.” There was a pause, then “Need an ass to unload in.” This was followed by a body shot…clothed but the firm chest and tight stomach were clearly visible. I scrolled back up to the first picture… I wanted to worship that fat cock. No. I needed to worship that fat cock. Another message from him. “Really need to seed an ass. Up for a toilet?” I am no saint. In my younger years I was a regular in bathhouses and saunas, in bookstores and video stores with booths and gloryholes, and seedy bars with backrooms. One thing I have never done was hook up in a public toilet. “Sounds hot.” I admitted. “But risky.” The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in a public restroom. If my bosses found out I would probably lose my job… and if my husband found out i would lose him as well. A moment later another message arrived. “I know a nice quiet toilet. Close to you.” He mentioned a department store and the floor where to meet. “Keep looking at your pics.” I said. “Feeling really tempted.” “Just meet me there. You can suck me dry. Quick, no fucking. Less risky.” After the hours of sexual frustration I had endured the night before and dealing with the flake earlier, it was great to be the object of someones attention. I felt my willpower slip away. “I can be there in 10 minutes.” I messaged. “Great. On my way.” He replied. I took my tablet to my car and secured it in the boot. Then hurried to the appointed location. As I headed up in the escalators in the building, I realised I had never seen a face pic. Turned out not to be an issue though. On reaching the appointed floor, I saw a tall man in a suit, with a shaved head and a lean and firm body browsing the shelves nearby. He looked at me, smiled, and gave me a wink. I had found my man. I looked around but did not see the toilets. The tall man was still browsing the shelves. I guess he was waiting for me to go in… but I had no idea where to go. I noticed a cute, and clearly gay, twink manning a nearby desk so, in desperation, I asked him to point me to the toilets. He didn’t even look up but pointed me in the right direction. Just the other side of my hookup. The tall man probably thought i was some kind of idiot… but it was not my mind I wanted him to worry about. I passed him again, giving him a quick smile, and walked into the men’s toilet. It seemed empty. As I’ve said, I’ve never hooked up in a toilet before and I was unsure what the protocol was. I washed my hands to give myself an excuse to be in the room. I waited for another minute or two but my hook up did not come in. Had he changed his mind? I wondered. Did he get annoyed when i wandered around for a couple minutes? Had I broken some protocol by going into the toilet first? I decided to check and see if he was still in the store near the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet… and he brushed by me going in. Crap. Now he must really think me an idiot. I made a pretence of looking at the shelves for a moment or two then, in what I hoped was a subtle moved, slipped back into the toilet. After a moment one of the stalls opened slightly and my hookup looked out… I breathed a sigh of relief and slipped inside and he closed the door behind me. Part 2... For just a moment I considered the stall was just big enough for the two of us but otherwise it almost seemed like it had been designed for gay hookups back in the sixties or seventies. . The walls and door ran from ceiling to floor (making the encounter private), and a window on the wall opened slightly to let in fresh air (allowing just enough noise to cover the sounds of a guy getting his dick sucked). All this flashed through my mind in a split second. Then the stranger opened his fly and his cock popped out. I was on my knees without thinking. My heart was racing. The risk, my doubts, my fears. All that was there but subsumed by the cock in front of me. Six inches, thick, uncut. A faint masculine scent as I opened my mouth and his slipped inside. I heard him sigh contentedly above me and I felt that flash of pride that every bottom feels when they know their top is pleased. I began to work his cock. In and out of my mouth, playing with the thick head then sliding down the shaft deeper into my mouth. Gazing up at him as he looked down at me, his body looming above me. My hands fumbled into his shirt, brushing his hard stomach, sliding up to his nips and teasing them until they were hard. I moved my hands to his back, pulling him slightly into me, giving him my unspoken permission to thrust into my mouth. I stifled my gag reflex as he entered my throat. “Good boy” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “You like sucking that cock don’t you?” With my mouth stuffed I could only moan quietly. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I could hear someone come in. My heart froze. I did my best to be quiet, but the cock in my mouth began thrusting harder. The tall man didn’t say anything but seemed to be trying to make me moan or choke and be heard. I could distantly hear someone piss into one of the urinals and then heard them leave. My heart was still racing but i focused on the thick cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop or try to slow him down… he felt so good and I loved his taste and smell. Any guilt over my betrayal of my husband and out marriage was lost in the heat and excitement. He smirked above me. “Yeah… look at you. On your knees sucking a cock in a public toilet. Getting off on almost getting caught. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything, just kept working his cock. He gripped my chin and tilted my face so I was looking up towards him face. “I asked you a question. Tell me you are a dirty slut.” I pulled his cock from my mouth. “Yeah mate. I’m a dirty slut.” “I’m not your mate. You are here to take my load like a common whore.” I nodded. With him towering over me, dominating me, and with the thrill and risk of getting caught, I felt so turned on. I was putty in his hands. “Get up, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispered. We had agreed oral only but I was too far gone. It was not in my power to say no. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall as I stood. He turned me around to face the back wall of the stall and pulled my underwear down. His hand on my back pushed and I bent forward, offering up my ass to him. No mention of a condom. No discussion of status. I hadn’t brought lube and neither, apparently, had he. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and a gob of his spit landed on my sphincter and then another. His cockhead circled my hole, coating itself in his spit. And then it found it’s mark. He was thick and my ass resisted despite my wanting his cock. He was determined, however, and my resistance was in vain. He gripped my left hip with one hand, holding me steady, and his right hand guided his thick cock and he forced his way inside my hole. I could suppress the cry of pain. “Come on, bitch. Take that cock.. you know you want it.” I did want it. I pushed back into his fuck and he slipped further inside. My hole relaxed and surrendered to him completely. He started thrusting hard, in and out, and my ragged breath seemed to echo through the toilet. The bathroom door opened again. I struggled to keep quiet, biting my knuckles to stop from groaning out load… but the risk of getting caught only seemed to excite my top even more. He thrust his entire shaft in and out of my hole until he was balls deep. Surely anyone in the bathroom could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass now? In the end, whoever was out there was either enjoying what they could hear or was too naive to figure it out. It seemed like forever but who ever was in the bathroom finally left and I allowed myself to breathe and grunt as the tall man slammed his dick all the way inside. He was not patient or gentle… and i did not want him to be. I wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be seeded like the slut that I am. I didn’t need to touch my own dick. I was here for his cock and for his load. His pleasure, his release, was pleasure enough for me. “Getting close. Gonna seed your pussy. You want that?” “Yeah.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. Give me that load. “Gonna load you up good. Gonna ruin you.” Maybe I should have realised what he was saying. I mean we all know the risks. But I didn’t care. “Fuck yeah… give it to me!” His breathing was ragged now and his thrusts hectic. I felt him grip my thighs and bury himself deep inside… “Here it comes then… take my toxic load. I’m going to POZ your ass.” And then he was cumming. I was lost in that glorious feeling of a cock throbbing inside your hole, of cum filling you up. I understood what he was saying, what it meant, but the words just washed over me. He pulled out. He turned me back around and pushed me down to my knees again. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could feel him throb again, firing the last shots down into my stomach. At last the throbbing stopped. I pulled back and cleaned his cock with my tongue. I savoured the taste of my own hole on his cock and the salty traces of the last of his load. He slipped his cock back into his pants and straightened his clothes. I looked up at him adoringly and he looked down at me with contempt. “What a dumb slut. You are nothing but a common toilet tramp.” He said with a sneer. “Enjoy the virus, bitch.” He slipped out of the stall without another word. He had used me and was done with me. But we both had gotten what we wanted. Once I heard him leave the bathroom, I got off my knees and sat on the toilet. I fingered my hole and could feel his cum dripping out of me. His POZ cum. I licked my finger savouring his taste again. I wondered if his bug would take and if I would, in fact, end up POZ. How would that affect my husband? Our marriage? I could feel my guilt rising. What had I done? But I also felt something else. Desire. I liked being used. The idea that my ass was dripping POZ cum thrilled me. After a few minutes, I got dressed and walked back to my car. I pulled out my tablet. Surely there was time to find one more load before I headed for home? Surely there was one more top, maybe another POZ top, looking to unload in Edinburgh? - END -
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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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So I've been browsing the stories here on breeding.zone and decided to share some of my experiences. I never really "pnp'd" up until a year and half ago. I played it safe with guys, mostly just sucking them off, and in the early years of experimenting with guys, occasionally topping guys. I tried to bottom but never could get past the initial pain, get walked through by a top, and even with the aid of poppers, just never could enjoy it. Then after going through some relationship issues with a girl (I'm bisexual), I decided during a stop-over with my work to hookup with a guy. He approached me on a hookup site and asked if I had ever pnp'd. I told him no, but I might be willing. He wanted to know if was okay with coke and molly. I had to look up molly to see the effects, but after reading, figured what the hell. I went over to his apartment and picked him up, along with some coke. He was still waiting to hear back from his dealer about the molly. We headed back to my hotel room. The guy was a very attractive younger black guy. He was into just about everything, bisexual, and just wanted to have some fun. He pulled out the coke, made a few lines, and showed me how to snort some. I tried it. It was pretty good. We threw on some porn, drank a few beers, and started to jerk off together. He had a nice 8" averagely thick cock, mine a decent 7". I offered to suck on him a bit, the high hitting me. I did this for a bit, alternating between jerking us both off and sucking on his delicious cock. About 20 minutes into this, his dealer calls him up, and we make arrangements to go and pick it up. After the pickup, we head back to the hotel, popping a few pieces of molly. He said it would probably take as long to get back to the hotel for it kick in. So we get back, strip down, turn the lights down, and thrown on porn. Drinking a bit of some beer we bought, along with hitting a few more lines and popping molly. We start talking a bit raunchy, about a few taboo things. The porn we were watching was just getting really good (for the life of me i can't remember what it was, some girl and a guy i think), and then just waves of heat it me. I'm starting to jerk off furiously, and I'm hitting wave after wave of pleasure. Horny as all get out. He knows I'm flying, and he starts to talk really dirty, really raunchy, really taboo. I'm telling him my little secrets and fantasies, things I've never told anyone. He's leaning back in his chair, his cock hard as hell. He's rubbing his nipples and looking at me like I was this gorgeous hunk. I drop down infront of him, crawling like a bitch in heat. All I can fathom in my brain is how much I want to please him, suck his hard cock, how I could imagine his cock in my ass, fucking me. I ask him if I could please suck his beautiful black cock, if I could just please him this black Adonis god infront of me. He just nods. I reach up to his cock, slowly stroking it, as I take it in my mouth, licking it. I suck it in deep, and just worship it. I lick it top to bottom, his balls, his taint; I spit on it, and take it in as far as I can go. I just work it, work it because this was my god's black dick. I was loving it. He's talking to me the entire time, just on fantasies, on what he wants to do with me, how much he enjoys me sucking his cock. This goes on for hours. I really wanted to get fucked, but my fears of not being cleaned enough (despite doing all I could) and the pain still stuck with me. Mostly it was me sucking him off twice that made it enjoyable. We made out, 69'd, sucked and tweaked nipples, fingered each other. It was heavenly. After cumming the few times we did, we tried to rest, but the high of the coke (or as I later suspect tina) kinda made it hard. I spent several days with him, but never got that same enjoyment. No fucking, just sucking and talking. Eventually I took him home, some drama happened between us, and well that was the end of that. But I'll never forget what had happened, how I felt, how I enjoyed it. And thus I began to look into partying and exploring more with pnp. Months later, I moved in with a friend, my job just not working out (mostly due to the situation I wrote about previously). I found some work, and after a while, decided to start cruising for pnpers. I was Atlanta, so I knew there had to be some. And it did not disappoint me. First time with Tina: I met a guy on a cruising site. His name was Ace. He hit me up, seeing my profile listing about pnp and the like. So we talked for a bit and he offered to teach me. I met him up at his house. He was an short but mildly athetic black guy, early 20s. He was vers and into everything, from crossdressing to fucking to getting fucked to various kinks. He was also a biochem major at one of the local colleges. Ace explained a lot to me, how things worked in the body, methods of taking drugs, and the various ones out there. So after a bit, we get naked and start to play a bit. His cock is like mine, and he puts his in a cockring. I decline, as I've never been able to wear one comfortably. He pulls out a water bottle and explains that this is ghb or g. He says most people enjoy it cause its like alchohol, with the warmness and the loosing of inhibitions. He tells me to always becareful with how much i take, that I should always try about half a cap full, see my reaction, then try a bit more hours later. Never more within an hour if its not hitting me, as there are lots of things that can slow the reaction to it. So half a cap I take, him a full cap. We start to make out a bit, tweaking nipples, feeling each other up. About 15 minutes in, I can feel the g hitting me. I'm all warm and tingly. I tell Ace about my previous experience and how this is like it. He said molly can be the same, just depends. We really get back into, moving into a 69. His dick taste decilious, and we're both going to town on each other, gay porn playing in the background. We stop for a bit, and he asks if I'm ready for tina. He's already explained it all to me, and that we're gonna try smoking it. So he pulls out the pipe, loads it, and lights it. He instructs me to take slow puffs then one long one when I think I'm done. I do as he says, and after the last big hit, he grabs my face so we can shotgun. Oh man, the high. That initial high. So good. He then takes a hit, watching me as I start to tweak a bit. My nipples are hard and electric. My cock, not so much but horny as hell. I can feel the air around me. It was great. He shotguns me again, our tongues dancing back and forth. He pushes me back on the bed, putting down the pipe. He plays with my nipples, sucking them, biting them. He moved down to my cock and starts to suck it. I'm slightly getting hard, and he sees this, and explains about tina dick. He keeps on sucking, along with licking my balls and my ass. I moan. He hears this and pushes my legs back, and throws a pillow under me. He dives in, eating my ass. In between, he's asking me questions about my fantasies, my limits. By this point, I figured there's not much I can hold back. He's not scared or weirded out, he's on the same wavelength. He asks about if I've ever really been fucked, and I explain no, but god do I want it. He checks his phone and says that he wants to play more but can't really have company. I think about it and I offer him my last free hotel I have (due to my previous work). He's cool with that, and that helps pay for my portion of the supplies. So we get dressed, pack up his toys and such, and get a hotel nearby. It’s a nice suite (since that's what my points gave me), and we settle in. Hook up a laptop to the tv, thrown on some porn. Light up some more. He then suggests we clean out. He brought a shower hose, and he goes in first. Afterwards, he explains to me how it works, what to do. I spend some time cleaning out. After I come out, I notice that he's a bit off. Apparently while I was in the shower, he got a bad call from a friend, and was a bit down. He just suggested watching porn while he laid down for a bit. I pretty much spend the rest of my time high and horny, stroking off, using a few his toys to fuck myself. By morning, after he gets up, we pack everything up. He apologizes for what happened, and we part ways. (Yes, I know this one ends poorly.) Side-note: A few months later, we hook back up after I score just a small amount of Tina. I meet up at his place, get cleaned out, and we hit a cap of G. We do what little Tina I had, smoking a bit of it. I even get him to bootybump me a bit. We make out, suck each other, and then after he shows me some of his poppers, I ask him to fuck me. He lays me on my back, puts a pillow under my hips, and lubes me up. I've been fucked by a few guys during the time between our encounter and this, so I'm more used to fucking. He strokes off, tweaking his nipples, getting very rock hard. I hit the poppers, some strong stuff he's made, and I'm in heaven, as his cock slides into me. He gives me some time to adjust, going slow with easy strokes. He starts to go faster, as we make out and I tweak his nipples, which makes him growl and get hornier. After a few minutes, he's pounding my ass. I'm moaning, I'm swearing, I'm begging. He flips me over, ordering me on my hands and knees. I comply. He pushes my head down, as he pushes himself back in me, no pain, just pleasure. He keeps up his pace. He warns he's getting close, I'm fucking him back. He grunts, grabbing my hips hard, as he shoots in me, breeding me. We clean up, and the part ways. I try to hook up with him but he always declines. (more to come)
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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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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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Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.- 62 replies
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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 -
This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .
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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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Chapter I. My boy and I had fooled around with other guys, sometimes together, sometimes separately. I totally got off watching our buddies fuck him bareback and fill him with cum. Nothing was more fun that sliding into his loosened ass and using our buddies’ seed as lube! I’m mostly a top, but it was equally as fun letting our friends cum in me and having my boy top me when my hole was good and sloppy. All of that changed after we had an STD scare a few months ago. We had invited Danny and his boyfriend Sam over to our place. They are both versatile, so we knew we’d all end up getting to fuck and get fucked as much as we wanted to. My boy took both of their loads before I seeded him, and I took Danny’s load before my boy came in me. After they left, me and my boy laid on our bed, tangled in cummy sheets, fingering our holes and kissing. Hot, right? Well, about three weeks later, Danny called to ask if they could come over and talk. It didn’t sound like they wanted to play. Danny told us the big news. He and Sam had both just tested POZ. They thought it had happened when they hired an ‘escort’ a few weeks earlier and he had fucked both of them raw. If that was indeed how they’d both gotten the bug, there was a really good chance that they had pumped both of us full of POZ seed. Of course, we immediately got tested and the results came back NEG for both of us. Our doctor advised us to get tested again in three months just to be sure. The three month mark came and went, and we were tested again, both NEG. After that, we decided to fool around less with fuck buddies, and play safe with them. We both hated using condoms with our friends, but they were pretty respectful. We had some guys over and had them bag up before fucking us. That seemed to be safe enough, so when my boy asked if we could invite Danny and Sam over to fuck us again, I agreed, but adding only if they agreed to play safe. They came over, and both dutifully wore condoms. I wasn’t planning on letting them fuck me, even safe, but after seeing them each sink his cock into my boy’s hole, I needed their cocks too. Sam even joked that wearing a condom sucked, but it made him so much less sensitive that he could fuck longer without cumming. Secretly, as Sam was fucking me and Danny was fucking my boy, I couldn’t help but fantasize about that condom bursting as my gut was filled with POZ cum. But, that’s not how we wound up taking POZ seed. After Danny came in the condom and pulled out of my boy, I fucked him raw. Danny and Sam egged me on to breed him. It felt so strange to be fucking him after two cocks had loosened him up, but with only lube in him; it felt so different. Danny asked if he could take pics of my load dripping out of my boy’s ass, and we were game. My boy told him how much it turned him on to be photographed like a common slut. Sam piped up that we should meet his friend Adam, who was a photographer. A few days later at a boozy brunch, Danny and Sam introduced us to Adam. After a few mimosas and Bloody Marys, Adam pitched something to us, explaining that in his work as a photographer, he did work for a gay website, soft core mostly, but sometimes featured boyfriends. My boy was feeling his drinks, and asked Adam if he ever joined in the action. He winked at my boy, then smiled at me saying, "Only if both guys are into it." Then he clarified his remarks, by shaking his head and commenting he joined in a lot less lately. "Why?" Danny asked. "'Cause I'm POZ," replied Adam. "So are we," Sam responded. Adam chuckled, saying "This just got a lot more interesting." To be continued….
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Hi, just to say my desires to be taken, blindfolded and used as tied bred are getting stronger and stronger. In real life, not just in fantasy. Submissive thoughts slowly engulfing all rationnal brain. I'm not crazy but totally mindblown by becoming bred tied whore. even in unknown place or country. Masked, gagged and used as fucktoy endlessly to breeders pleasure and full satisfaction. A new life. Sorry to readers, not wanting boring you
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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 -
FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —
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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 -
For-fuck-sake-Chad-get-your-cock-in-my-arse-right-now! I practically screamed pushing my sexy mate against the wall grabbing at the massive bulge in his joggers Whoa what has gotten into you bro can’t wait til we get back to mine have to corner me in the hall, your arse that fucking hungry for my raw cock? Chad drawlt turning his chin into my neck biting me and pulling my body closer to him. My heart was racing my cock was so hard and straining against my wet AussieBum bordies it fucking ached. The beach and the waves had me wanting to devour this fucking otter right now. It was just after sunset the complex was deserted and I yanked down his joggers sank to my knees and took his massive cock all the way down my throat in one fucking plunge onto that throbbing beast. I fucking loved cornering him after one of his workouts. I love how the dumb jock is a bit dazed drenched in sweaty and super horny. Easily confused if I don’t take charge and get his dick throbbing in my throat. I hate of wasting his post workout pre-cum Those lucky joggers are already drenched in his sweat and leaking pre. I’ve got his cock now dripping down my throat I fucking love his cum he drinks these pineapple protein shakes which he laces with viagra because he likes his monster cock on full display in the gym pushing obscenity out hidden by just a thin layer of cotton while he is lifting or doing leg press or chin ups or whatever the fuck he does while the other beefcake and slutty jock boys at his gym drool over his shameless flaunting of his nearly 11” fuck stick and sweaty hairy abs He’s flipped us around around by now my head is pinned against the wall as he is pounding my throat with enough force that I’m certain if not for my hungry horny arse quivering with longing and my swollen battered throat and the flood of spit sweat and pre-cum dripping down my chin I probably would have been concerned he’d given me a concussion. I grab onto his bucking fat bubble arse mounds pulling him deeper down past the back of my throat until the head of his cock has swollen and is lodged deep and his throbbing and the visceral shout that comes roaring out his mouth tell me immediately before I am swallowing his first load of cum heading into my gut on the cum geyser express that is my abused throat. Six maybe seven massive eruptions later im choking down his load as half of it im ashamed to say overflows running down my neck chest getting splattered in my eyes and drenching my face as I gag on the overwhelming force of the eruption and the amount of cum that I find myself being drowned in. my throat treasonously forces his angry fuck tool out. I’m a sleazy mess in the middle of the hall between the gym and the stairs, im over the impromptu exhibition to our audience of no absence, my bordies at my ankles find they’re way balled into my fist and I stand up, Chad picking me up, me wrapping my legs around him his still monumental tool at full mast is poking near my slutty hungry fuckhole next thing I know his thick massive fingers are stretching me open and doing this vibrating movement as he is marching us up the stairs. My head is spinning as we get to the door of his flat with a thud my back is flesh against the door his tongue is down my throat then he is licking up all the cum sweat and thick deep throat saliva and forcing it back into my mouth, Swallow he orders as he continues unlocking the door with his wristcomm we fall into the tiny den/everything-room which he has jam packed with stacked supplement boxes which I find my arse being sat on as he kicks the door closed with his heel. He sinks down to his knees pushes my legs back tucking my ankles behind my ears and devours my salty fresh out of the surf arse, its fucking pristine because this is our thing and I planned to be destroyed after his workout and my dunk into the sea, my thick fingered sexy stud otter is rimming me with within an inch of my life my eyes have literally bugged out of my head and rolled back into the bliss of riding the great wave of him stretching me further open and his swirling tongue licking ramming and dancing intimately with literally ever fucking wrinkle of the only known ring my mate will ever let hold him down (if I’m lucky a few hours at a time). I’m a promiscuous slutty faggot who enjoys sex and he is practically a sex god who thinks monogamy of studs like him to be a crime against the gay world of hungry bottoms like me. How could he ever not be able to perform his service to the community of wrecking and breeding at least a dozen loads a week into the starving needy bottoms who need the services he so skilfully is willing to provide. As long as be doesn’t stop that flicking and snap thing he does with his tongue that makes my arse quiver and throb with fiery wanton desire he can knock up every stupid twink hole from here down the coast and up the boardwalk as long as his mouth is worshiping my fuck hole! My cock has swollen so fucking much its standing straight up and out like a flag pole (an angry painfully straining against the aluminium cock ring tightly binding it into its triumphant stand at Chad’s sweaty sexy forehead beneath. I can see his eyes locked on mine conveying to me desire and a warning that he is just getting started the slurping and sounds of piggy enjoyment of his arse feast. Fucking oink! His fingers still playing with my well stretched and dripping wet saliva coated gaping heat he is working his way closer to me I feel his lips and tongue graze my dick, a few playful licks of the angry standing rod which makes me writhe and jump from the sensitivity and sensory overload. He continues upward closer taking my naval ring between his teeth tugging in gently his lips kissing my flat surfer abs, this fuck feind is getting closer he nibbles on my nipples taking my pierced nipple into his mouth for a rough biting and torturous tugging to be followed by neck nibbles and his mouth finds mine, and we are lost to the dance and duel of tongue and tongue mouth to mouth. His rough hands are all over me at once. Pulling. Gripping. Grabbing. Feeling. His arms are wrapping around me locking us ever closer together the heat being created between us would put volcanoes to shame, my hands have found his face and are pulling him to me steering his dangerously sharp jaw and cheek lines in archs and turns holding his face to mine… His thick throbbing cock head is persistently nagging at the entrance to my arse as if it were oblivious to what a thick throbbing cum leaking monstrosity poking its head around playfully then forcefully wants. Hai sexy fucker let me in so I can destroy I mean inspect the temperatures are the right heat for oh fuck me its not just the right heat it’s the right tightness Fuck Brody! Your hole is like a vice grip! You are too much of a fucking trashy Beach bum slut to be this tight. Fuck! Chad had eased in all the way slowly but he didn’t stop until he could get his full deep locked in throbbing “dick reps” this sick evil fitness demon calls them. Literally it feels like he is trying to lift me by my hole with his dick. It’s that powerful. It fucking leaves me shaking and tingling. He only does it once… actually twice. Before be slowly conducts the first tidal retreat of what will turn into the arse battering and rough fuck that the rocks on the beach wouldn’t survive if the waves slammed into them the way Chad was about to fucking ruin me. But first the perch on his merch boxes was going to need to be vacated. His condo is tiny, And full of products for his “fitness and future training empire” *insert eye roll* aside from the stream of beefcake and swollen jocks in and out of the tiny flat (which smelled like… a locker room I might add) in the moment hot, sexy… but… the only redeeming quality of the tiny little hove was the amazing view of the beach and the sunsets from the garden deck off the den. I’m soon transferred to the couch at the window (the portion of it not covered in unfinished laundry and surprise more fitness empire merch and supplements, im on my back wedged into the corner pocket of the couch. Trapped. He is about to take my slutty hungry *previously begging-for-it/now slightly nervous* lean surfer body to pound town. Fuck me! I don’t want to survive the journey. This fuck god better fucking murder my man cunt pronto. Fuck. Me. Chad. I grind out through my clenched teeth and a monster battering ram or baseball baton (at this moment it wouldn’t have mattered) ploughs? rams? No fucking crashes into my hungry gap like a fucking jumbo jet into the side of those American towers, long time ago. Let me just say my arse is gonna be destroyed way worse than lower Manhattan from the fiery devilish look in his eyes and the rough forceful way he was taking control over me. I’m not sure what language I was babbling in thirty minutes later after an assault of repeated waves and slams from his fucking monolithic Big Ben being piloted full speed and in deep until he hit my “make Bro’ babble like an idiot button” then equally swift full retreat all the way until only the helmet is through my arch then this incredibly intense rhythm of repetition begins with our mouths locked together my arms are around his neck holding on for all they’re worth (not much by the screams he’s about to send me into) This stud is sending me to fucking ruin-nation and I want to be it’s only surviving citizen! I’m blissed out and hard as I have ever been without enhancements (ahem) I think I screamed like really loud. Hope somebody doesn’t call the old bill. And fuuuuuuuck! Chad has me in screamer mode now that he got for the first time ever way past my first ring he hit the second ring and… exploding planets! fucking deep and I’m quite certain I’ve never screamed like that before. My grip on him and need for him to be closer increased THE level. I had pushed back on him flipped us over and was straddling him like I had the fucking Empire State Building up my arse and I was going to be fucking King Kong riding his monster dick. “Fuck Brody! what the fuck. Ride that cock you slutty little minx. I can’t believe you! Bro’ you are going to make me blow! Fuck im going to fucking-“ (I kiss him stifling his moaning nonsense) “Bro your gonna make me-“ (I bite his tongue hard) “Shut up Chad!” I moan. “Fucking cum! Fill my arse up! But don’t you dare stop! I’m not done with your fuckstick. You fucking dumb brain-alded roided out stupid jock fuck doll!” “Damn Bro’ fuck your gonna fucking break my dick! Ahhhh!” My sexy stupid fuck god is blasting a fucking geyser of his fucking nectar of the gods! Idk what specifically it is but he’s been juicing with something extra because immediately I’m fucking raging from his fuck juice im vibrating tip toes to ends of my eyelashes it’s like chem piss it’s that fucking potent. Shaking I dismount my human crotch rocket, his cum dripping like a thick slimey liquid lifeline out my semi-cunted fuck hole. Next I swallow his slime coated towering monster cock all the way down to the base. Licking the sensitive towering champion of the arena from base to tip, greedily claiming ALL of my hard worked out harvest of his now my dna. I return what is only fair right back to him letting it drip right into his mouth before I, I grab him by the wrist and drag him into his bedroom the next room over push him on the bed and climb back onto his still “standing-proud” demon dick… “Bro you are fucking insane! I’ve never seen you this fucking hungry for cock and cum.” “I thought I was was a trashy beach bum slut? I want another load.” I command. “You able be a real man and breed me the right way?” I taunted him grinning and twisting his nipples rather hard making him squirm. “You’re asking for it, careful… I might ruin you then bring the guys from my lifting class to lay the fucking crosscon rail on your surfer whore cunt.” His face was right in my face. He had a slight tremble from the intensity igniting between us. He hand goes to the midde of my back his big arms pulling me in closer. A fuck high smile was plastered on his that stupid dumb face of his. He shifts his cock or idk what the fuck he did, it caused my back to arch and a squeal to escape from my mouth. My cock my releasing a river of silver pre-cum that or his broke something and I was in a permanent state of non-stop ejaculation. “Are you saying you need all your wanna be jock-fanboys to fuck me right?” I pant out breathing heavy. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and the crazy fucker bit me, is fucking biting me hard, grabs my hips and plunges his cock even deeper inside me, (where he was supposed to be be anyway I dont remember giving him permission to take his amazing cock out of bounds…) Picking me up again, He lifts me like a fucking Sky-Lift gondola my legs lock around him again he’s kissing me deeply picks me up opening the door from the bedroom out onto the deck spins me around so I can face the “stupid beach I love so much” I tease him sticking my arse out at him. He laughs and slides back inside me deep, where I fucking realise I want him to be-need him to be. I’m bent over the railing supported on my forearms, arse out, he is taking his time still fucking me hard but it’s slowed everything is standing still, like I’m having some sort of epiphany. I think I might have stopped breathing, the wind from the coast doesn’t makeup for the heat he is creating inside me, I am on fucking fire. My cock is erupting in the biggest nut of my life, this stupid but sexy fit god (my mate) has just hit this spot that feels like its my core -the very root of my being, and he has just connected to me beyond space and time and his cock is erupting already AGAIN! I am literally being set on fire from the inside out and I am fucking in heaven, I am a magnificent Phoenix as he grabs my neck pulls me into him my back arching my chest out he touches my cheek turning my head to his face him, Im looking into his eyes and he says the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard this dumb meathead jock say “I love you! Brody!” It’s the stupidest fucking thing because the next thing I know I’m saying the only thing I never imagined myself saying ever… “Will you be my husband Chad? I am in love with you. Can we be together like this, and it never end? “Bro, yes. I’m not fucking those stupid sluts without you ever again.” “Way to ruin it” “I, Chad the ultimate anti-monogamy sex god just said yes I will marry you. So we can be together like you want and I need, and NO it’s , NEVER. *he bites my lip* GOING. *his lips kiss mine* TO. *he kisses my forehead* END. I lean back against him resting the back of my head against him, his mouth touching my ear he whispers “I’m never letting you go, you. are. mine.” I’m looking out at an endless midnight blue ocean, the moon and starlights are hitting the water and the waves perfectly, the light dances off the water as the tide goes out. “The tides are going out and we are going in… The tides are taking away with them what was our friendship. My mate that had just fucked me literally into love with him was now my soulmate and going inside together we would begin the next phase in our growing relationship as lovers? Partners? Going in we bring with… us. Newly created just tonight… Born again tonight as “us” and “ours” I’m following my fiancé inside and think I hear him say something about “the crosscon railway” and “still on”. Out. Of. His. Fucking. Mind. These dumb jock types think they’re funny. I’m gonna have to watch out for that. And yes his cum has literally been dripping out my arse the entire time. Fucking Chad.
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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
