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"I've Heard Guys Are Better..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—December, 2022 I didn’t do anything sexual for a full week after the CumUnion party with Osvaldo. I was sated. I monitored myself for exposures of all sorts. And was quite content to stay at home with a good book. I was ready to play again by the next Saturday. I went for an afternoon session at the bookstore. Historically, this was a busy time… The parking lot is all but bare. I think about just heading home. But I remind myself that all it takes is just one man. I park and go in. No one is in the gay theatre. There are two men in the straight one. A man who looks vaguely familiar is in the cocksucker’s seat. A man I don’t recognize is sitting in the seat in front of the regular. He is my age, or maybe a little less. He carries some extra weight. His hair is cropped close and he has a tightly trimmed beard. He’s hot. And he is really enjoying the movie. He is masturbating a good looking seven incher. I sit across the makeshift aisle from him. He nods to me as I sit down. I nod back, pleased he acknowledged me. We watch the screen. I dig my cock out. It is a good three hole hetro film. There is movement behind me. The guy in the cocksucker’s seat is on his feet and coming our way. He looks first at the new guy. Obviously, he wants fresh meat, too. SevenIncher shakes his head. Cocksucker turns to me. I shrug. He goes to his knees and takes me deeply into his mouth. SevenIncher looks surprised. Before long, he’s watching me get sucked just as much as the hard driving sex on the screen. I notice my Cocksucker is beating his own dick as he sucks. He tries for a deep throat and sprays his load between my boots. He mutters something and takes off. We watch the movie. “That was hot,” SevenIncher says, glancing at my wet dick. “I’m surprised.” “At what?” “That you let him do that. I couldn’t.” I turn to him. “Couldn’t what? Let your dick be sucked? Or suck a guy?” “Neither.” He goes silent. Then: “Sure not in public.” I am quiet for a long moment. “You like your cock sucked?” He’s surprised. “Yeah, my wife is pretty good.” Pause. “I’ve heard guys are better.” “Our mouths are bigger, less chance of teeth. And we know what feels good on our own dick—so we do that.” He thinks about that. “That makes sense.” Silence. Just the sounds of our wet, slick dicks being stroked. “Do you suck dick?” His voice is softer now. Almost a whisper. I turn to look at him. “Sure.” A beat. “You want me to?” “I dunno. Not here.” “Nobody cares. And nobody’s here.” We lapse into silence, stroking our cocks. “Ok.” This is a whisper. “Are you just gonna kneel here? What if someone comes in?” “Why don’t you stand here to the side—if we hear the door, you can just step away.” He likes this idea. He takes a deep breath and comes over, his cock held firmly in his hand. I hunch down a little in my chair to be at the right height. He stands ready. I look up at his face—it’s a mix of need and fear. I open and take him into my mouth. He lets out a low hiss of pleasure. My lips are tight on his shaft and my tongue is working madly all over the underside of it. I take him all the way down my throat, twice, before I pull off and lick his tight, pulled up testicles. “Damn…” he breathes. I go back down on him. “Oh, fuck, no!” he whispers. And he pulls his cock out of my mouth and showers the linoleum. “I swallow,” I blurt out. “Let me clean you off.” But he is already stuffing it into his khakis. “That was amazing,” he whispers and goes. I look at the wasted load on the floor. It looks very white, pooling on the dark floor. I go back to stroking. I don’t see anyone else all night. And I have never seen him again. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I've Heard Guys Are Better..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 14, 2023 -
A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—November, 2022 I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore. Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores. I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed… I go into the straight theatre first. There is not a chair to be had. I stand against the back wall. Men are groping themselves, but not stroking. I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door. There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair. A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat. I recognize him from previous visits. He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock. I know I am too old for him. Others scattered around the room look promising. I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness. The door opens. A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors. He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door. He begins to shed his puffy down jacket. But he doesn’t stop there. His shirt comes off. There is a tat in the middle of his chest. Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before. Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor. He is now naked, but for socks. He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening. As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck. He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like. He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone. I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head. The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole. Suddenly he pulls away. The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat. The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue. I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job. I can’t get enough. The man he is sucking is panting. I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole. The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy. My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor. I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not. He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face. He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew. The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now. “Let me suck your cock.” I look around. It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat. I guess his limits have expanded. I stand up and let him get my dick wet. He sucks well. He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock. His mouth tires before I do. I sit back down. An older gentleman asks to take a turn. I give him a hand so he can get to his knees. Fuck! He proves to be really toothy. All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good. I finally have to ask for a break. I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me… * I check the straight side. A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.) I go back to the gay cinema. The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting. The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked. I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth. I like we are side by side cocksuckers. “You swallow?” asks my guy. I grunt out something affirmative. I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young. My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load. This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too. The suckers are both cum whores. We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away… The room is clearing. The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves. I go back to my chair. We stroke. “I need to get out of here. You want my load?” I nod. It takes the Bear just moments to shoot. He thanks me and leaves. “That was hot.” A guy appears from the shadows. He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard. But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams. He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university. He is openly stroking a nice seven incher. I offer to suck him. “Thanks, but no. I’m just looking.” He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving. I am now alone in the room. I watch the movie. Then I do myself up and go next door. The straight room has thinned, too. The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking. I join him. He seems totally cool with this. “This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen. A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock. “That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers. We jerk in silence for a bit. I look around the room. One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone. I shrug and go next door. A regular is in the corner behind the door. We nod to each other. I stand next to him. He goes down on me—for a long time. Starting with balls and working up the shaft. The door opens. The Hipster is back. He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked. And stroking himself. I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him. The Hipster strokes faster. Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out. I help him up. His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light. I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments. I clean him up. “You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants. He pats my elbow and takes off. Hipster and I stroke. “Okay.” “Okay?” “Suck me. If you want.” I go to my knees. His cock is long and thin. I take him to the root in the first moment. “Holy fuck,” he sighs. I pull back up and tongue the head. It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!) My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric. He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day. My hand goes up them. I find fishnet-feeling underwear. Well, well. My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck. I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them. He loves this and tells me so. I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again. That’s it. He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place. As if I’m going anywhere. He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat. He wilts against the wall. I clean him up. He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive. But he lets me. And thanks me. I stand up. “I would love to see you shoot.” I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point. I lean against the wall and stroke. His hand tentatively touches my balls. And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 2, 2023 -
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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Jackson—October, 2022 It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout. I went on a Wednesday afternoon. This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend. But it was a terrific set of encounters… I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me. I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy. No one is viewing the variety of screens at this end of the building. I go the other way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on. The trans room at the end of the corridor is empty, too. Fuck. I go back and sit—watching a straight video. The man in it is good looking, hung and demanding. My cock stirs and I begin to jack. I hear a movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles. I turn. A naked man appears. He is a blond, hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s. His decent sized dick is hard and throbbing. I have used him here before. He recognizes, me, too. “Let me suck that big dick.” He gets on his knees and takes my cock into his mouth. He’s great. And it’s an incredibly sloppy blow job. My balls are collecting puddles of his spit. I tell him to lick them clean. He does, willingly, staying there until I nudge his head back to my shaft. He finally pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms on the back. I eat his ass for a long time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker. Finally, I stand and slide into him. He grunts. And says “The harder the better.” I begin plowing into him. We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles block our view for the moment. Then he appears, a man around the same age as the guy I am in. He is dark haired and built. His massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt. I pray he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth. Now he really sees us, too, and realizes what we are doing. He walks slowly toward us. His hand gropes the front of his baggy gym shorts. But then he turns and walks away towards the gay area. We fuck a little more, but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym Rat. I let him go and watch the straight movie. I give them five minutes. When I reach the gay room, the television is now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening. Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left over from someone’s 1990’s living room. Gym Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth. His gym shorts are around his ankles. He wears no undergear of any kind. Blond Boy, still slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat. He pulls them apart. I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a much tighter asshole. “Holy fuck,” Gym Rat grunts out. He has two terrific tongues working on him at the same time. GR sighs again. “He tells me you have a big cock. Fuck me.” I re-double my efforts to get him really wet. I can’t wait to get into him. I lick and spit a few more times, as I grease my dick up. I stand. It’s not a great angle, but I get the head into him, while he’s still being blown. “Slow,” he hisses. I have already stopped. He tries to push back on me. “You’re just too big, man. Sorry.” Blond Boy comes off his dick. “Then fuck me again.” He hunkers down in the chair. Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it, so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth. I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy. I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum. It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us to be comfortable. I plow him and occasionally slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass. My knees on the hard floor give out first. We all stretch and head our separate ways: Gym Rat to the basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I go back to the main area. The moment I sit down the main door opens. I don’t turn, I just jerk and wait to see if they come my way. I smell him before I see him. The acrid smell of asphalt. Now I do turn. It’s one of the construction crew working on the highway. He is in stained work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me. He glances at my cock and sits right next to me on the love seat. He pulls out his cock. Bigger than average and uncut. His rough hands play with himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls. We stroke silently. Throwing sidelong glances at each other. He breaks the silence. “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.” Without a word, I slip to the floor and take him into my mouth. His hands caress the cropped hair on my head. That asphalt smell again. He is dripping precum like crazy. “I really need this.” I work on his foreskin. I pull it down with just my lips and tongue. He groans. He is getting close, very fast. To slow him just a little I go to his balls. They are wonderfully musky from a half day’s work. He groans. “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.” I work up and swallow him down. He erupts the moment he feels my tongue. It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his whole body is shaking. I keep him in my mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops. I stand up. The back of his hand touches the underside of my cock. “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna try sucking one of these…” I smile and move so he can stand up, zip up and get back to work… * I take a moment after he leaves. Then I wonder 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… Lots more to cum—Next Time. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 4, 2022
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"You Want to Give Him Your Load?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2022 Last time, I noted how different cruising, even in the same location, can be every time you go. It is so dependent on who shows up and who is in a playful mood. Six days later I went back to the same bookstore. It wasn’t a bad experience—but just so different from the week before… It’s Friday night. There are men around—but no one is staying in one place long enough to get anything started. In my first few moments in the straight theatre, sitting and stroking in the cock sucker’s seat, the door has opened a dozen times. Men meander in, stay for 30 seconds and then continue their search for some action to watch. They usually let the door slam shut behind them. There is one man staying in the room. He is way down front and has no interest in either my cock or my mouth. The video changes—and not for the better. It is one of those where the director talks to the woman about to have anal sex. Forever. I try to stuff my cock down my trouser leg and do up my fly to go next door. I succeed in making a giant tent in my pants. I try to disguise it by holding my water bottle in front of me as I go next door. There are a few men here watching the gay porn. I sit—but the door is opened and closed with the 30 second visitors almost as much. The video here is good. I have arrived in the middle of a threeway on the screen and two of the other viewers are stroking. A trucker type, with a full beard, notices me. His face lights up. He walks over to me, presenting me with his very average sized cock. “Like you did before?” he asks. Nothing else is happening, so I lean forward and swallow him down. He is one of those easy cummers—that group of men where just the idea of someone willing to suck their cock makes them blow. He gives me a load in mere moments. He quickly leaves. One of the two others in the room goes out with him. A grey haired, distinguished type, is left sitting in the back corner. “It looks like you need someone to do that to you.” I nod, stand and, with my cock swaying, walk over to him. He takes me deep into his mouth. His tongue finds just the right spots. I sigh, contented. The door opens. My man does not stop. Always a good sign. A younger daddy (a real daddy, who would look at home pushing a stroller) comes in. He leans against the wall fascinated by the real-life porn in front of him. He actually takes out his cock to stroke as he watches me get serviced. I look back at him again. I give him a hand wave to come join us. To my surprise, he does. I soon have a bigger than average cock in my hand. I just hold his drooling dick as he watches the older guy pull off my cock—to show the new guy just how much he’s taken down his throat. “Damn,” the young daddy breathes. “Let him suck yours.” He shakes his head. I give his cock a slight tug—and that’s all the encouragement it takes. He steps forward for the grey-haired man to suck him. I hold the young daddy’s balls as his shaft is slurped down. “God…” he groans. “You want to give him your load?” I murmur in his ear. He nods. It’s going to take no time at all. He suddenly grabs my shoulders and begins bucking into the cocksucker’s mouth. I can see each spurt of his cock in how his face spasms each time. He’s exhausted when he’s done. I look down at the cocksucker. His mouth is literally overflowing with jizz. The young daddy leaves without a word. I offer my cock back to the guy—I’d like to use my cockhead to mop up some of the jizz on his chin. But he’s had enough. (I later wonder if he got off in his pants on the scene.) He heads home. I am alone and stroking. * A bearish Black guy comes in. He sucks me briefly, before offering me his flaccid dick. It never gets hard—and he gets embarrassed. He takes off. Two men, regulars, arrive. They sit and I wait for cocks to come out. But tonight, they are here to chat with each other it seems. They ask my opinion on other sex venues in Michigan. I tell them what I know, and my erection finally gives up and gets stuffed back in my jock… The good news is that the pair gave me a recommendation of a new place to go in Michigan when I have some travel time… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Want to Give Him Your Load?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 2, 2022 -
"You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2022 It never ceases to amaze me how different cruising in the same location can be. It is, of course, all about who is there that night. On the first day of October, I hit the perfect crowd at the bookstore nearest to my home. I haven’t been here on a weekend night in a long time. I can barely find room to park. There is one space left. I go in, pay and head to the straight theatre. There are maybe nine men in the room. And two of us are white. This is an interesting change. It is usually the other way around, if it is racially diverse at all. The porn is with people of color, too. I sit happily along the side wall. A bear of a white guy is on his knees sucking the cock of a Black daddy in the back corner. Some watch and stroke, some watch the screen. I haul my cock out and am instantly erect. The sexual current in the room is really high. Almost instantly a young, thin Black man across from me licks his lips in a suggestive way. I nod. Before he can get to me, a built 30-something Black man stands in front of me. “Fuck me.” He grabs my cock and all but twists it off. I let out a yelp. “Come on. In one of the booths and fuck me good.” I tell him I just sat down and need a moment. (I really need to make sure my cock is still working after his death grip.) He goes off. My potential cocksucker is on his knees in front of another Black man, getting a mouthful of beer can cock. I stroke to his bobbing head. I watch the guy he’s sucking, as his whole body stiffens. He shoots in the young man’s mouth, who swallows every drop. The guy gets up fast and leaves. The young man, who is thin and in jeans and a tight Tee-shirt, looks again at me. I nod. He licks a stray strand of cum off his top lip and crawls over to between my legs. He pauses, before going down on me to unzip. He pulls out a short, dripping cock. His fist wraps around himself at the same time his lips wrap around me. He's good. Velvety. And I like the thought of another man’s load in his mouth. He knows to go for my balls. He loves them. He strokes himself faster. His other hand lifts them so his tongue can trail along my metal cockring. He inhales deeply and sighs. “Oh, fuck…” he murmurs. He can’t stop licking me there and inhaling the slightly sweaty musk of my very essence. He strokes harder—and is suddenly shooting between my boots. He apologetically kisses my balls again and gets up. My finger catches a drooling drop of semen from his dick before he puts it away. I lick my finger clean. He thanks me and takes off. “Is that what you’d rather do?” says the guy who twisted my dick so hard. I shrug. “My friend wants to blow you.” He gestures towards the back wall. A cute, young Black man is there in a ball cap with the logo from the closest university. I smile at him and he comes towards me. He tells me he wants to do it in a booth. I sigh, but I get up, button up and go with him. “Jealous!” hisses his friend at us as we go by. We settle in with a closed door. Not my favorite, but the guy is hot and eager. He gets down on his knees. I stand. He fishes out his cock and strokes. He also inhales my scent. He must be aware of how wet the last kid left my balls. But he begins right there and slowly works up my cock shaft. I am soon treated to one of the best blow jobs I can remember. He does everything right—and the love of what he is doing is contagious. I stand still or face fuck him—whatever he wants—without a word being spoken. I love his mouth and tell him so. But I can’t get off. Not this early in the evening. He works hard to make it happen. I finally tell him he’s doing everything right—it just takes me forever. He nods in understanding and says “We were on our way out of here. Do you want my load, I am so ready to shoot.” I go to my knees. He has a long thin cock that hooks downward slightly. It fits perfectly down my throat. And he blasts off in moments. A huge, thick load. The moment he can breathe again, there is a soft rap on the door. “Come on,” the guy who wanted to get fucked whispers. “We’re late.” We grin at each other and go to clean up—but I have cleaned him so well there is nothing for his fast food napkin to wipe up. * The crowd is gone from the straight theatre. No one is in the room. I go next door. Two men are here. The white guy looks as me as I get my dick out. He does the head nod, to see if I’m interested. I nod back. He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs. He is ten years younger than I, at a guess. His beard feels terrific on my balls. I look across at the other man in the chair against the back wall. He is around my age, Black and brawny with some grey in his hair. He takes out his dick as he watches me get sucked. The next thing I know he stands and walks over to us. He slaps my cheek with his wet cock—as if I wasn’t paying attention to him. I open and take his pretty standard sized, but very hard, cock into my mouth. This is one of my favorite bookstore moments—one guy on my cock and a dick in my mouth at the same time. It never happens often enough. Everyone in the room is getting just what they want. I can feel that I am producing more precum as I suck. “Damn, you suck good,” the guy in my mouth groans. I ruffle the guy’s hair who is doing me to tell him the same thing, my mouth being full. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” I keep doing it. In moments he is blasting into my mouth. And it’s the release I need, too. I give every drop of my load to the man with the beard. He takes me happily. We both clean the deflating dicks in our respective mouths with pleasure… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 30, 2022 -
"Swallow My Cum, Stud"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—September, 2022 I wanted a change. It was Saturday, so I decided to pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those viewing areas of different types of porn. When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot. It was still before noon, I figured. And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of men anyway. I parked and went in. There is a new price for the lounge. I have brought in exact change—so I need to go back to the car for more. I sigh—but go back, pay and go in. Well, well. They have actually been working on the place. The lounge, many years ago, was a strip club. There have always been remnants of that era: the stage, tables, the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area had once been their dressing room. The various nooks created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn, are gone. So is the stage. Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in the back walls. Steps and a platform run behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the booth. A covered slurp ramp, if you will. More makeshift cubicles are opposite the booths. They are made of cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy. The televisions are mounted around the end of the room that used to be the Trans area. Some are high on the walls, others are on tables. The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are looking at. There are chairs and couches to sit and view them all. I continue my tour in the other direction. I pass the unused glassed walled shower where strippers once showed off. It’s a storage space now. I pass the men’s bathroom, no change there. The women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new sofas and chair and better porn. At the end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space. It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam table. Are folks really going to get naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups? I can only hope that this crowd is brave enough. I sit in the new gay area and stroke. I am soon joined by a man I vaguely recognize. I figure out where I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground this year. He hauls out his cock, too. We chat about the new playspace here. He is not impressed. Eventually we trade blow jobs. He has a nice cock and an adequate mouth. It’s all pleasant friction, not explosive in the least. He’s making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade. I hear movement in the corridor. The swish of nylon rubbing together. I look over at the open door and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble by. She nods to me and goes to the new Trans room. I stroke a little more, zip up and see who else has arrived. It is sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side screens. I go up the steps and try to feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the booths. Two are too low for my long legs, but the third feels comfortable. I make a mental note for another day. I go down the hall and find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room. Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair. I stick my dick in her face. Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep throat saliva. I begin to face fuck. Demandingly. She grunts out her pleasure. In moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth. He spits the cum on the floor. They both take off. I stroke, back in the gay area. Lunch in my car. I go back in. More men have arrived, but not many. A silver haired daddy is standing and stroking to the side-by-side screens. He had a thick, veiny dick. I sit near him, hauling out my dick and begin stroking. First, he looks at me and then away. Then I do the same. Finally, he moves another step towards me. “Do you suck cock?” I smile at him and go to my knees. It’s a pleasure to suck this beauty. He makes appreciative grunts and holds onto my shoulders. Suddenly his grip tightens. He blasts a load straight into my throat. Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble. I clean him up. “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he murmurs. “If I ever feel brave enough.” I smile at him again. And lick up the drop of cum that has just appeared in his ample piss slit… * A man in his 40’s is watching straight bondage porn on a small screen. He notices me looking at him. He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps behind the glory hole booths. I can’t believe it. I step into the booth. His cock is there, long and hooded with foreskin. I sit on the little hassock provided and suck his dick. He groans and seems really into it. My tongue gets under his hood and he moans. I think I have an easy load. But suddenly the main door opens. No one entering can possibly see him, but he freaks out. He pulls away, zips up and all but runs out of the lounge… * In the gay room I find a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock. It’s his semi parked out back. He has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself. He nods his head at me and spreads his legs, inviting me to get to work. I kneel and suck. He is a great precummer. And a moaner. Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how good it fells. He groans again and looks down at my cock, twice the size of his. He is fascinated. He reaches down and touches me. “Let me suck that thing.” I stand up. He takes me tentatively in his mouth. He figures out how to cover his teeth. I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping even more precum. He groans—and I know he’s going to blow. I am torn to keep my dick in his mouth or to take his load. He decides for me. He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow my cum, stud.” I go to my knees and am able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow My Cum, Stud" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 23, 2022 -
"You Swallow, Man?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2022 A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more. I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore. I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month… I open the door of the straight theatre. Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees. I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need. There are more men here, but they aren’t in action. Yet. I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking. In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen. I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in. I sit and open my fly. As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster. The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip. He has a nice thin seven incher. He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head. From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet. The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges. He sees me and makes right for me. His cock is out and swinging. He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch. It doesn’t take long. He erupts again, never getting hard. I look at Seven Incher. He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him. He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat. He has an awesome foreskin. My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth. He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves. The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy. He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick. I stroke alone. A cute, blond cub comes in. He looks familiar. “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks. I do. And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before. He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone. I zip up and follow. “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks. Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass. I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave. I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. He gives me some excellent head. “Remember my balls,” I sigh. He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire. I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack. Fuck! He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play. “You gonna fuck me this time?” “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack. I come up for air. “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy. “Every inch.” I get his hole wetter yet. He leans forward, braced on the seat. I stand up and slide in. He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices. He takes my full length on the first try. He groans and hits his poppers. With the cap back on, I begin to pump him. His hand reaches for his cock. I fuck into him faster. A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth. He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags. I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot. He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight. * A lull. I watch the gay video and stroke. A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in. He is gym built underneath his work clothes. Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out. He’s thick—plumped, but not hard. “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks. “I can be…” He gets up and brings me his cock. His pants drop to his ankles. His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls. His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin. As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole. It brushes across it. His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches. Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock. I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down. He sighs, “So good. Suck me just like that.” My finger grazes his asshole again. His cock spews out a wad of precum. My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again. The man grabs my ears and fucks my face. He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in. He is reaching the point of no return. “You swallow, man?” I grunt an affirmative. My finger finds his pucker. It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him. “Shit, yes! Take my load, man. Take it!” I have to swallow fast. It’s huge. And doesn’t stop. Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue. He lets me clean him off. Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go. I get every drop off him before I release my hold. He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes. “That was hot.” It’s the guy who came in. He is around my age, tall and thin. He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job. “It looks like you need to get off.” I nod. He hands me his poppers. I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them. He takes a hit himself. But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth. He fucks my face. “Here it comes. Argh!” He shoots. He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth. The poppers do their work on me. I erupt. Spurt after spurt.. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 17, 2022 -
Inspired By the Porn
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2022 I has a work project near Indy, and I didn’t have any sex for the two full weeks. There was simply no time. The day I got home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load. I checked to see how my area of Michigan was faring with the new Mpox health emergency. There were no cases in my county. Not foolproof, but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination mature. I went to my usual bookstore—where men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities. The parking lot was not crowded, but… I check the straight cinema, as I always do, first. No one. Of interest. I go into the gay theatre. A cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company. He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted. I unbutton and pull out my stiffening cock. The Cub takes note. He gropes himself harder. Another man, just under my age, comes in. He nods to the two of us and sits across from me. I am at an angle against the side wall so that both men can see me easily. The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger than average cock. We stroke and grope. Watching the movie. Watching each other. A wonderfully messy (and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen. It is lapped up by the top. We all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth of the eager man he’s just fucked. This makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock. The next scene on screen is a threeway. The Cub stands up and looks at me. I spread my legs. Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels to the side. I think this will be an awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong. He is an expert cock sucker. He takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on purpose and comes up for air before doing it again. Now he’s moved to my balls with no urging from me. I sigh. This guy is good. He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious. His tongue action is making me squirm. I would love to give him my load. But I’m not there yet. Back to my cock head he goes. His tongue roots around in my piss slit. He moans each time he gets a drop of precum. His mouth now covers the whole helmet. Down he goes, choking himself on my shaft. Over and over. Finally, he stands up, apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor. I turn to him and his drooling cock is right at my eye level. I take it in my mouth. “Oh, no! I’ll…” He starts spurting before he can even finish the sentence. I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he zips up and leaves. “That was super hot.” It’s the third man, with the above average dick. He stands up and comes over to me. I wait to see it he wants to give or get or both. He starts with his dick in my mouth. From super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast. But the guy has jerked himself way too much. He fires off his load in no time at all. He sighs contentedly and lets me get every drop. He too zips up and leaves. I watch the movie, glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone. I hear the door. I make no move to cover my cock. A man, a little older than I, a regular, comes in. His head is shaved and he is in decent shape for older men around here. His face lights up when he sees me. “You’ve sucked me before,” he chortles. I nod. He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still sit on the chair. Work as I might, he never gets hard. But he is sighing as if I am doing everything right. I hear the door. It is a man who I often see him with—a friend or boyfriend. I don’t care which, for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth. “Take it. Take my cum…” And his flaccid cock spasms in my mouth and gives me a huge load. Between the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock sucker. He chokes on my load, but manages to swallows every drop… The original, and over 1000 other entries, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Inspired By the Porn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 14, 2022 -
A Bookstore Full of Big Dick
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Northern Indiana—August, 2022 I was headed home after my five weeks in Indiana. Somewhere, along the way, my balls began begging for release. I veered a little west and decided to stop at the bookstore where on one side of the lobby there are booths with glory holes and on the other a cinema. I paid, pissed and went to the cinema… There are two older men in the space. I sit down on a bench that is against the waist-high wall that runs along the back. Often the action here is behind the wall, vaguely hidden. (As if you can’t tell that a man is standing there getting his cock sucked by someone out of sight.) One man is on a similar bench on the other side of the room. The other is standing, tentatively, by the curtained entrance. Neither seem eager for play of any kind. The curtains part. The light skinned Black man I have now met in two different Michigan bookstores is here. We smile—and actually chuckle a little. He sits next to me. He unzips and flops out his darker version of my dick. I know exactly what I want to do. I slip to the floor, take him in my mouth and get his cock every bit as hard as mine. It’s like a sex alarm has gone off. Four men come into the room as I suck him. Each takes his cock out and jacks as they watch us. My bud finally pulls me off him. I now sit down on the bench and let him suck me. He deliberately starts on my balls, showing off my gleaming, wet cock to the dim room. I look over at the new men. There is a short, furry guy, in his 40’s, in jeans and a denim jacket. His dick is fat and long. There is a man my age in dress pants and sports coat—right from the office. His big dick juts out, an angry red color. There is also a college aged kid, with more cock than usual. An older guy is the last addition. He is keeping his dick hidden with all the big men in the room. My bud stops sucking and gestures towards the new men, inviting them to join us. Furry guy takes him up on the offer and brings us his cock. I go to the floor next to my bud and we take turns licking and sucking him. We even have a moment of one of us on one side of his shaft, and the one on the other, moving our lips and tongues in unison along the engorged cock. He is so thick I can barely get him comfortably in my mouth. I let my bud do that, he seems to take him easily. I gesture to the big-dicked office guy. He steps towards us, but stops. I get up and go to him. His cock is extra-long, but not so thick. He has a slight downward curve that makes for easy sucking. He likes that—and fucks my face a little. I pull off him. He pulls me up. We kiss and he goes to his knees to sample mine. I notice that while I was busy on my knees, the college kid had gone over to my friend and the furry guy. The young guy is jerking his seven-incher like a mad man as he goes back and forth from one man to the other. I like how the man not being sucked is holding the boy in place on the other daddy. My bud catches my eye. He grins at me. He whispers something in Furry Guy’s ear. He nods and pulls the college kid up and all three of them join the two of us against the side wall. We change partners. I suck Furry Guy again. My angle is better now and I can take more of him. Soon we switch. Suit Coat is getting sucked by College Kid, while my bud is on all fours, his mouth replacing the College Kid’s hand. “You need to try his dick,” my bud tells College Kid. The kid looks at me and then crawls over as I stand up. He’s amazing—a true Hoover of a mouth. Furry Guy and Suit Coat stroke—while my bud plays with College Kid’s nipples. Another man joins us. He sucks all of us. I remember nothing about what he looked like, but he has the most memorable line of the day: “I have never seen so many big dicks in one place!” I am encouraged to fuck Suit Coat. I rim him first. He is hairy and hot and moist. He bends and is supported by Furry Guy. I can’t wait to sink into his ass. He takes me easily—hissing out “Fuck me hard, stud.” I do. So hard that my Bud helps steady him, too. College Kid stands up—and watches every thrust of my cock into the hairy ass. I pull out. I have gone a little too deep. I go off to wash. When I get back, my bud is nowhere to be found. Furry Guy is deep in College Kid’s mouth. I go over and find his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. I twist lightly. It’s all it takes—he groans and spews his load down College Kid’s throat. He takes off. College Kid crawls over to me and unbuttons my 501’s. He takes my freshly washed cock out—and easily get me hard again. He is jerking himself. Like a mad man. I ask if he wants me to take a turn on him. He shakes his head. He swallows me to the root—and chokes himself on purpose. It’s his trigger. He spurts all over my boots. He apologizes—after he comes back to reality. I shrug. He takes off. All my playmates are gone and the remaining men are happy doing nothing. I tour the arcade. After all the hot play I don’t want to stick my dick through a hole. I go back to the cinema. There is Furry Guy—he’s just taken a break. He is half hard, stroking himself back to life. I stand next to him. “Can I suck you some more?” “I can’t possible cum again,” he whispers back. “I just want to get off with your dick in my mouth.” He nods. I go to my knees. I am so hard just looking at his half-hard cock. I take all of it—letting him get full hard deep in my throat. It’s a wonderfully tight feeling. I finally back off and work his piss slit with my tongue. “Suck me, fucker,” he mumbles. My fist is working fast—almost as fast as the flogging College Kid gave himself. Furry Guy lays his big hand on my head. It’s just resting there—but it’s enough to make me spurt, covering the floor between his legs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Full of Big Dick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 8, 2022 -
An Evening of Cocks & Cum I was trying so hard to find a cock to suck that I was about to quit looking until one night I had an idea. Instead of trying to find one Top to suck and wasting time when they didn't show, I'd hedge my bets and schedule at least 7 or 8 on one night while I was away on business in a hotel. I got my pint of JB and went to work on Craigslist. This was 14 years ago when their Men Seeking Men was on fire. Here you go: Enjoy I realize that I have not written a story in many years, but all of my other stories were fantasies and this one is finally real. If you've read my stories you know that I'm an obsessed cum lover who's only real exploration has been through my pictures, prose and in my own mind aside from tasting my own elixir every now and again and wishing it came from a real cock. Not only had I never tasted another's cum, I had never touched, much less sucked another cock in my life to this point. But, and this is a big but, my life changed a few months ago when I finally got the alcohol aided courage to take the plunge or swallow the cock. I was in my hotel room with a bottle of Jim Beam and I was surfing the net scanning the Craigslist ads for gay hook ups when I finally thought the time was right. I was half way through my bottle and feeling really hot and seeing the ads for how easy it would be, I put a quick ad together advertising myself as, "Bi Guy Needs Cock and Cum." I added a few nude pics of myself and waited. I guess I need to tell you that I'd made a few dates with a few like minded guys before this, but they always stood me up. These were one at a time dates and they just never came together. This time with a proper ad I was broadcasting to as many people as would read it. Well at around 6:30 I got my first email from a guy with a nice pic and stats. He said he could be there around 9. After a few more emails, I sent him my room number and continued making appointments. I was determined not to be stood up again. I was going to make at least 10 dates to cover my bets and ensure that I'd have my first cock by the end of this night. Little did I know what lay in store for me. I began to get many emails with offers. I worked hard to screen each and see through any crap. One by one I put a full night of sucking and swallowing together with someone scheduled literally every 45 minute or so till 1 am. I lost track of who was at what time what with the deluge of rejected emails and those I'd chosen. It was about 8 pm when my first guy was supposed to show up. I was so fucking nervous and without the JB, I'd probably never gone through with this, but I really wanted some cock and cum in my mouth after all these years of fantasy, wishing and drooling over the numerous pics and stories I'd viewed. I was really hard at this point and pulled the bed down and drew the blinds with only the bathroom light on and the door mostly closed. I really did not want anyone to get a good look at me or me them. I wanted cock not any relationship. If one could have been delivered to me through the wall that would have been fine, but with only my shorts on, I was fucking ready for what lay ahead. "Knock, knock, knock." was the next sound I heard. I nervously opened the door and this 30 something Hispanic man came in and began to pinch my nipples before I knew what happened. I don't even remember him getting undressed or me for that matter when we were suddenly in a 69 on my bed with his tight ass cheeks and shaved cock an balls above my face. He was licking at my cock and I reached out for his. God Damn, this was the first cock I'd ever felt. I pulled its semi hard form to my mouth and began to suck it like the cock whore I always knew I was. It felt so incredible. I forgot about my own cock and even lost my erection. I had said in my ad that no reciprocation was needed. He quickly turned and straddled my face with is cock and balls. He lifted my head and began to fuck my mouth. I pulled on his hard ass cheeks and tried to get all of his now fully erect cock into my mouth. He was only 6 inches and I easily deep throated him as he asked me to lick his balls. I sucked them inside my mouth and groaned with this pleasure I'd never known, but now loved. I was in sucking heaven. I was also drunk and ready for as many cocks as the night would allow. He got off of me and pushed me into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed and told me that he wanted me to make him cum. I needed no encouragement. I used my mouth as I had dreamed for these many years and gave him the best blow job I could. He seemed to be enjoying himself as his breathing quickened and my mouth was suddenly full of warm cum. It did not shoot to the back of my throat as I had always imagined, but simply filled my mouth. I allowed it to drizzle out of my mouth and onto my chin. I really wanted to be covered by cum this night. He quickly got up as I crawled onto the bed and pinched my ass and left. I just lay there dreaming of what had just happened with cum on my chin and chest and naked awaiting my next treat. I heard a gentle knock on the door and staggered my naked body to the door. I was now not in a position to care about anything, but getting more cock. I was drunk with JB and lust. I opened the door and another man came in and told me to lay on the bed. He told me to lay on my stomach and use the butt plug that lay next to me on the bed. I pushed it into my ass and watched as he jerked off his nick cock and played with my ass also. He wanted to spank me as I pumped my hips to feel the butt plug. He really talked dirty to me and seemed to enjoy the show. When I realized that he was ready to cum, I moved around to get my mouth under his cock. He said, "do you want my cum in your mouth.?" I just moaned and got into position. He aimed his cock at my mouth and jerked off. I just kept my mouth open as the fist jets of cum shot out and onto my lips, chin, chest and into my mouth. It was so warm and I swallowed what I could and just lay there in the afterglow of it as he dressed and said, "You are really fucked up aren't you?" He just laughed and said thanks and left. All I could do was just lay there cum covered and groan in approval. I was totally fucked up and would submit to anything at this point. He was gone and before I knew it there was another knock at the door. This time the guy looked at me as I opened the door and smiled seeing my face and chest dripping with cum. He knew he had found a live one. He quickly got undressed and just sat on the edge of the bed as I got down and sucked his cock into my mouth. It was a nice sized and hard. He really wanted to cum and groaned and filled my mouth with some more warm cream in about 30 seconds. I pulled my head off of him and looked at him and asked if he wanted to see his cum. When he said no, I still opened my mouth and let it dribble down my chin and chest. It did not turn him on and he began to get dressed. He said, "How many cocks have you sucked tonight?" I answered, "You're the 5th or 6th. I lost count at this point. I began to check my email standing there naked with cum dripping down my body as he looked over my shoulder and asked if he could stay and watch. I wasn't sure about that as I heard another knock at the door. Wow. I thought. As he made his way to the door with me behind and opened it, this other man walked in. He was older and in a suit and really not in the best shape, but at this point, what could I do? He was on the side of the bed and I got down on my knees and began to suck his little cock. It was only 4 inches and he was nervous. Neither of us seemed to excited about this, but he came anyway and I just spit it out. With him gone, I checked my email and really had no idea who was next or how many were left. It was now 11 pm. As fucked up as I still was, I answered a few more emails and gave my room number out without regard to my previous screening procedures. I was really out there and living on the edge. I truly don't remember the next few guys that came in my room and came in my mouth. I do remember the varying cock smells and flavors. Not all were to my liking, but this was the scene I'd written and set up. You can only do so much. I looked at my email again and one guy had said he'd be there later around midnight. I checked and confirmed that I'd given him my room number. I was almost asleep when the last knock came. I opened the door and saw that he was shorter than me and around 50. I had to pee really bad and excused myself. When I came out, he was propped up on the bed naked against the back board with a shaved cock and balls and his cock was easily the largest of the night at around 7 inches or more. I was really stunned and actually starting to come down from my JB induced high. I seemed to wake up from my stupor and realize that this was really real and this cock was sticking up and he was waiting for me to suck it. I crawled onto the bed and got between his legs. His cock was perfectly shaped and hard. As I put the tip in my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head. No one else had done this. Most of the guys seemed like first timers or were simply having a thrill at my expense. This guy was a true top and I was to be his bottom. He pushed my head down and I choked. He said, "You really want this don't you? You want my cock deep in your throat and you want to eat my cum?" I was in fucking heaven chocking or not choking. This was what I wanted and I bobbed my head and moaned in approval and sucked him hard. He continued to use his hands to force my mouth down on his cock, but it wasn't necessary. I needed no encouragement. I was sucking his cock harder than he could fuck my mouth. We were the best match of the night and we were just getting started. I was pushing down so hard and choking my own mouth as his cock head pushed to the back of my throat over my tonsils. He just laughed saying that's what I wanted. I just groaned each time and kept deep throating him. I wanted him to cum. I felt his balls and they were really tight. They were shaven and felt so good and ready to give my what I wanted. He told me he was about to cum and pushed my head down hard. As I tried to keep my gag reflex in check, his cock spewed it's cream deep down my throat and into my stomach. I barely had to swallow as his balls emptied their load into my hungry mouth. He pulled me off of him and laughed as some sperm dribbled out of my mouth and onto my already crusted chin. He did not loose his erection and then I saw, in the darkness a leather cock strap. This guy was into being a top and I was so fucking loving it. He simply said, "You're not done yet." I was amazed that his cock was in the same shape I'd found it 10 minutes before. I pounced on this once in a lifetime chance and sucked him as if it was the first time. This time he really forced my head down hard over and over again and was really rough. He really wanted to use my mouth like a man whore. I gagged many times, but kept sucking and trying to meet this thrusts with as much enthusiasm as possible. I was loving this and it was a great way to finish out my night of lust, sucking and swallowing sperm. My face and body was covered and I had a cock in my throat again. I sucked hard and this time he just came wherever my mouth happened to be in it's up and down motion. My mouth filled up with a smaller load than before and I just let it drip out so that he could see the lust on my face and how much I was in cock sucking heaven. He got up and dressed without saying a word. I checked my email and now that it was after midnight, I was done. I signed off and fell onto the bed. There were numerous wet spots from the cum of several men and my body was speckled with many samples. My stomach was also the lucky recipient of some sweet sperm. For a first time, I really went for it. Aside from some feelings of remorse the next day and some guilt, I would not have changed a thing. The single dates I'd tried just were not working. I needed this free for all evening and it worked. I really need to do it again soon. I always knew I wanted to suck cock and now I had and it lived up to the hype. I'm still marred and secretly bi, but you are too in many cases. Hope you enjoyed my first time.
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I am a cocksucker. It’s more than a preference. It’s an altered level of consciousness. I live a normal life. I date women , I’m a professional. I am neat and clean and safe. However the thing that I like to think about more than anything else is sucking cock!! I don’t want any permanent relationship with men, I just want them to cum in my mouth and I will ingest it. Within my life as a cocksucker I have a few preferences. I like younger men and older men. I will lick their cum off the floor of the booth. I will suck it out of another strangers asshole. I am insatiable. I will stay at the adult bookstore until I am out of money or no more cocks are coming in. It is my passion!!! When I suck a cock I go into a trance like state. It starts as soon as I see the cock coming out of his pants or turning towards the gloryhole. I have waited patiently for the opportunity. I see that piss slit, those lobes of his head, that soft pliable skin sliding up and down that hard muscular shaft, the feeling of his collapsible urethral tube gliding back and forth on my yearning tongue. I want to feel it’s segmental pulsations I want the product, I want his cum, gawd I want it. I need it, his jizz, his baby batter, his semen, his ejaculate, his orgasm in my mouth and down my throat. As he cums I feel like I am having an orgasm but not sexually, it’s spiritual, it’s an ecstatic experience. At that moment that his warm load is traversing my mouth and throat I feel like I love that cock and its owner and the whole world. I am in ecstasy. I milk out every drop, squeezing the head with my lips and consuming every drop. I feel overwhelming gratitude towards the man with the cock. He leaves. I remember every cock that I have ever sucked, whether they came in my mouth and whether I swallowed their cum. I often forget the sucking and other details like a fading dream but the highlights never leave and inform my fantasies while pleasuring myself. I am a cocksucker! I love it! It’s not just s hobby or an obsession. It’s who I am, s spiritual disposition. I enthusiastically want to suck any cock, I want so suck your cock and make you cum and eat that load.
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I Starting getting sucked off when I was really young by someone older. I moved away and dated girls and even got married and had children. I started having thoughts about getting sucked off by guys again later down the line and discovered Craigslist personals and gay chat sites. So many hungry cocksuckers made it really easy to get my dick sucked regularly and now I'm addicted to letting fags suck me off. It's literally like a drug to me and I've shot my load down the throats of probably 70 different men now. My dick can literally stay hard for hours getting sucked and I visit a guy who will suck for 2 or 3 hours non-stop, my record is 5 hours. I still enjoy fucking my wife but honestly would rather just lay back in bed having my dick slurped on. Cock worship is all I think about now. Anyone else who can relate?
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Hi i am seanette and I am a cocksucker I am also a sissy crossdressing shemale. My problem is I am married and I can't bring men Home.. so I try to find men that can Host or do it in a car. Well that is really hard Here in BUFFALO, NY . If I could I would suck 10 cocks a day god I love feeling that hot hard fleshy Piece of meat in my mouth.. I love to edge and tease and suck lick kiss balls swirl my tongue round the Head Hum and kiss that cock look the man in the eays and say ohhh You taste soo good.. and CUM OHH IT IS SOOO DELICIOUS. I get so excited when I suck cock I can cum hands free. I just get frustrated that It is soo hard to get me some HARD CUM FILLED COCK. ANY IDEAS? Anyone in or Near Buffalo/Tonawanda, NY write me You will love my Holes esp my mouth. I am a natural born COCKSUCKER seanette55@protonmail.com write me.. My real name is Sean Carey. I am 60yrs old cut clean ddf my entire body is hairless and silky sissy smooth I love it all except pain and scat !
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“Swallow Mine Like You Did His…”
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home---March, 2022 It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex. So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different. I found it at the local bookstore… It’s a Friday night. Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately. Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case. But there are more cars than I expected. I buy my ticket. The straight theatre has a couple of guys in it. They are both very into the movie and don’t seem to be looking for play. I go next door. I am alone in the gay theatre. I sit in the back row and wait, stroking to some decent bareback porn. In no time the door opens and swooshes shut rather noisily. It is a white guy—around my age. His hair is cut very short—likely to try to disguise the fact that it is turning grey. He sits in the corner nearest to my chair. He unzips promptly and begins stroking to the porn. And me. He spends a lot of time looking at the screen and then at me and back again. I catch his eye. I give him a half smile and nod. A long moment. Then: “May I suck it?” “Sure.” He kneels in front of me, supporting himself by leaning on my knees on the way down. He takes me in his mouth—well, actually just the head of my dick goes into his mouth. He strokes my shaft with his right hand as me licks me. He is sure this is a terrific blow job for he takes me out of his mouth and points my dick away from both of us as if my cum will be exploding from my balls at any moment. Not just once—he does it again and again. It doesn’t feel bad—it’s just not very good. He seems to love it. His small dick, which he left out of his pants, is throbbing and drooling onto the floor. He does a few more rounds of suck my head/stroke my shaft/pull it out and point it away before his knees get tired. He stands up, slowly. His cock is right at my eye level. I take it into my mouth without asking. “Oh!” he exclaims and begins shooting his jizz down my throat. Spurt after spurt—a massive load. He thanks me sheepishly and takes off. I wander over to the straight side, swig my water bottle and watch the watchers. I stay there until I hear the door open and close next door. I go back. Two men have come in. One white, one Black and they are both stripping naked. We nod to each other. The white guy is tall, mid thirties with an unkempt beard. The other man is short, his hair pulled back in bun. His fingernails are painted a shiny black. They talk to each other. I learn they have been here most of the day. They seem to be coming down off something. Neither can get hard. They beat their soft meat. The stroke each other. They take turns with their mouths. Nothing helps. The shorter guy finally gives me some head, gets distracted by where his poppers are, and stops. I excuse myself. I go back to the straight side. New men have arrived. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat—as there is a man, wanking his dick, leaning against the wall right next to it. I get mine out and stroke, too. This inspires a guy in a plaid cap, sitting in front of me to take his out, as well. The bearded guy on the wall swivels towards me. It’s a good seven incher. He stands stock still as I suck him. I finally get a vocal reaction from him when my tongue goes to his balls. When I swallow him down again, he grabs my ears and begins face fucking me. “Tell me you want my load.” I can do nothing but grunt affirmatively around the pile driving dick. The moment he hears me, he fires into my mouth. Nothing like the quantity of the first load I got, but sizable. He grunts some thanks and tries to pull out of my mouth. I hold him by the balls until I clean up every drop. The man in the cap has turned and has been watching us. He is beating his dick furiously. I think he wants some, too. There is a movement by the door. A short white guy, who’d been down front, seemingly has come back to stroke to the blow job. He walks over and sticks a short fat cock in my mouth. “Swallow mine like you did his…” he hisses. He is aroused. I do no more than swipe my tongue over his piss slit a couple of times before he blows. A small, acrid load coats my tongue. He pulls out, and still dripping, shoves his wilting dick into his shorts as he leaves. Plaid Cap stands up. “You clean?” I hate that phrase. I shrug and tell him I’ve swallowed three loads tonight—so who knows. It doesn’t deter him. He comes back, but stops. He has a dick that is my length—but much thinner. He stands next to my chair. I can feel him making the decision. And he offers it to me. It’s a hot cock—and a hotter head space to have the guys back to back like this. He stands still and lets me do his dripping cock as I want. I take him to the root repeatedly. His thinner dick feels incredibly good going down my throat. I come back up each time and clean out his dripping piss slit. “I can’t take much more of this…” he mumbles. “Swallow my load. Please. Don’t spit it out.” And he begins firing. I can’t even taste the first 2 spurts. They go right down my throat. The rest of his spunk puddles up on my tongue to be savored and swallowed. My dick is telling me he needs to get off. The three loads in my mouth back to back is playing with my head. I hold onto Plaid Cap’s balls. He can’t pull out, even if he wanted. I get another drool of cum from his cock—and I fire splatter after splatter of jizz onto the stained floor in front of me. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Swallow Mine Like You Did His…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 3, 2022 -
Looking for guys that want to kick back and let me practice my deep throating skills on them. Love sucking cock deep, have almost eliminated gag reflex. Love getting my throat fucked till my face, neck, and chest are covered with throat mucus. Plus if you are verbal while I throat you.
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Jackson—October, 2021 The ass of the guy in the Tiger’s jersey kept me satisfied for almost a week. On Friday, I went to the sprawling bookstore with different areas for different genres of porn. I arrived around noon… There are men sprinkled throughout the various viewing areas. Perhaps half a dozen. Some are stroking. Some are groping themselves. One is asleep. I go through the larger gay area and settle into the smaller alcove there with its own large screen television. You would think maybe this room might have some sort of gay fetish porn showing, but no. It is the same feed as the larger room. But it’s warmer. And today the whole building is cool. I stroke. Alone. No one is in either gay area. But almost instantly, two guys come in. They are both white, early 30’s and dressed in ripped jeans and flannel shirts with the sleeves ripped off. John Deere hats cover longish hair. One is thin—the other much more cubby. Cubby sits in the only other chair in this alcove. The tall guy stands by him, then walks over to me. “May I suck you, sir?” He has a slight Southern drawl—and the ‘sir’ comes from there and not the leather community. “Sure.” He kneels, unzips himself and gets to work on me. Cubby stands up and strips out of his jeans. He sits, half naked and strokes a tiny little cock as he watches his friend or boyfriend suck me. The guy on my dick is good. Not terrific, but fairly skilled. He turns his body slightly to give his friend a better view. Cubby can’t sit still. He grinds into the chair as he strokes—his bent legs opening wide. Invitingly. Now this is getting interesting. The very thought that the skinny one is prepping me to fuck his friend is making the pre-cum spew out of my cock. The kid on my dick grunts appreciatively as his tongue swirls it away. I ask him to do my balls as I stroke a little. He does. Cubby loves this even more as he can now really see my dick. Soon enough the entire shaft is engulfed again by the Skinny Guy’s mouth. I let him suck for a few more moments. I want to get to part two with the squirming Cubby. I tap Skinny Guy on the shoulder and stand up—showing off my angry looking erection to both of them. I turn to Cubby… He grabs his pants and all but runs out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. Skinny Guy goes after him. I sigh, thinking ‘Just a voyeur…’ and go back to stroking my wet cock. * I find them again when I venture a walk around to see who else is here. They are doing the same thing with a large older man—Skinny Guy sucking and Cubby Guy squirming and stroking. I nod at them and go back to the gay area. * I eat my lunch out in my car. When I come back in there is a new man in the main gay area. He is stroking a large seven incher to the porn as he sits on the couch. I sit in the chair next to him and do the same. We glance at each other often. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. Eventually I make the first move. I sink to my knees and take his mocha colored dick into my mouth. He sighs and calls me by name. Fuck! I continue sucking him and giving his slightly darker balls a good tongue bath. My tongue trails up the shaft and licks up his pre-cum. And the light bulb goes off. It’s the guy from my regular bookstore who I have made out with twice. (Hot, But Sweet and A Bookstore Rematch) Here he is in new territory and confusing me… I stand up. He sucks me down with great pleasure. He is far better than the first and only mouth on me today. We pause and he removes his trousers for better access. I bunch mine up on my boot tops. I know just what he’s going to do. And he does it—he kneels on the seat of the couch with his arms on the back—presenting me with his full, round ass. “Rim me—please…” I kneel again and bury my face in his butt. He spreads his cheeks apart—helping me violate his tight pucker with my tongue. I have no idea how long I eat him out, spitting, tongue drilling him and using the beard on my chin to stimulate his hole. I do know that at least three scenes go by on the porn that is playing. I am once again licking his butt and stroking his cock. The way he is moaning seems to confirm that he is close. His cock is swelling. And he stops me. He has to go back to work. He gets dressed hurriedly and takes off, promising he will text me. No one else is around…or at least wanting to play. I leave, after tucking my blue balls carefully into my jock. The original, with lots of comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: So Close... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 29.2021
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Permission to Fuck
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—September, 2021 I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon. I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong. I drove all the way home. I self quarantined. All was fine. Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time. I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock. But as I realized I was fine, that old churning in my balls returned. I knew I did not want to start up again in my usual bookstore—I just wasn’t ready for ‘all the usual suspects.’ So I went the other direction—to the bookstore with the huge space and semi private areas set up for viewing each different genre of porn… I am the only man in the place at 11:30am. So much for the idea of some sort of ‘lunch crowd.’ I stroke half-heartedly to some gay porn on a big screen television. It keeps flipping to a new scene before the cum shots of the current one. I hear footsteps. Two younger men arrive, likely in their early 30’s. They are both attractive and of opposite types. One is tall and gangly with rather long hair. The other is a cub and fairly short. A nest of chest hair is showing from the topped of his ripped Tee. The tall one goggles at my dick—and leaves. The Cub kneels and asks politely if he can suck me. I spread my legs farther apart as way of an answer. He starts on my balls. A good sign. He licks each hairy sack with his thick tongue. He leaves them very wet before inching his way up my cock. When he finally reaches my big mushroom head, he moans, ovals his mouth and glides down my entire shaft. He feels amazing. With nary a tooth. Then he is back to licking every inch of shaft—from every angle he can from where he kneels. I close my eyes and let him take his pleasure. He needs no guidance, such as a hand telling him to take me deep. He is back to my balls. Then deep throating me. Now, licking my perineum. I hear a noise and open my eyes. Someone else is coming in. It is an older man, shuffling along, barely lifting his feet. He gropes himself as he watches me be serviced. But the Cub is not pleased. He gets up and sits in a chair on the opposite wall in this smallest of rooms. The old man shuffles away. A young, stocky Latino arrives. He just starts sucking me without asking. “You’re huge,” he chokes out, looking first at me and then to the Cub. The Cub, smirks, not at all put out by this interruption. The Latino is good, but gives up saying his jaw hurts. The Cub comes back, kneels and gives me more of his expert service. When another older man arrives—he stands up, zips up and leaves. I wander. I find the lanky guy in the Trans video area. He is stroking a tiny cock. He beckons me over, with the hand that is not doing the stroking. “Let me try sucking that…” I unbutton and let him have a go. He’s not bad, but nowhere near as good as the other two cocksuckers of the day. I finally call a break when food sounds more interesting than sex. I retire to the cooler in my car and eat… * When I come back in there are lots more men—and less action. I find the Cub at the bigger screen of gay movies. He is on the couch and stroking his thick cock. I pull out mine. He makes no move to come back to me, so I kneel and give him some head. He sighs—and seems pleased. He leans back so I can get to his low hanging balls. I give each a bath. He leans into the back couch cushion a little more. My tongue finds his perineum. I leave it wet and slip down a little more. My tongue makes contact with his tight pucker. He groans. “He wants you to fuck him.” I glance up. It’s the tall, lanky guy. I look at the Cub. “You want my dick?” “I want your load,” he says, rather sheepishly. I begin eating his ass with fervor. I want him good and wet. “Fuck, yeah. I want you to breed my Boyfriend.” Lanky guy is hot at the thought. He opens his fly and begins stroking his tiny cock. I move around. I am kneeling on the hard tile…but my cock is in perfect line for his ass. “You want this raw cock?” He nods. His fist finds his thick dick. I work myself in—easier than I expect. “Fuck that’s hot,” Lanky Boyfriend chimes in. “Give it to him.” I love this scene. I love partners who let their partners play. The Cub groans as I bottom out in him. “Fuck…” he hisses. “That’s a lot of dick.” Lanky BF sighs. I hold one more second—and begin a slow fuck. “You are such a good whore,” LBF says proudly. I increase my pace. The Cub is totally into it. His hole is as skilled as his mouth. He is squeezing me just right. Suddenly the Cub explodes. Most is all over his chest and his tee-shirt which he didn’t pull high enough. But the first two shots are on me. And it’s my trigger. Nothing here today will be better…and my cock knows it. I breed the Cub as his Lanky Boyfriend moves to hug him. I feel great as I pull out…it only would have been better if they had both cleaned my cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Permission to Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 16, 2021-
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I love sucking my neighbor’s white cock. And his was a gorgeous pinkish white 9" curved beauty, as was his beautiful pale ginger hair body. I can only speak for myself. As a self-respected black man, who has no problem admitting he loves sucking white cock? I dropped to my knees and then like a cock hungry whore, I proceeded to licked and sucked my neighbor’s cock, licked his fat hairy balls, and rimmed the sexiest white ass I ever saw. But when he fucked me, it was fucking incredible! It was so damn good that I had an orgasm without stroking myself. Then Saturday morning I woke alone, I felt my anus throb and then a wetness in my underwear. I went to the bathroom and I had cum all over my cock and seeping out my asshole. Damn, I was hooked, I called my neighbor and begged him to come back to my apartment that evening, he only lives 3 doors from me. As instructed, I waited for him naked on my knees, hands locked behind my head. My door was unlocked when he entered. He also left the door open for a brief minute, allowing others to easily see me if they passed by. Thankfully no one did. To prove his dominance over me, my neighbor first gripped my head, than he began wiping and slapping my face and lips with his cock. It was very demeaning as well as humiliating but a huge turn on as well. My neighbor now showed no respect toward me. Yet, I was still so turned on. As he used me for a few hours, he called me every racial degrading name there is. I wasn’t at all upset. Its all so very true. I was and still am a Lover of My Neighbor’s Big White Cock.
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How do you clear your mouth of spit to make room for when he cums? There was one guy i would suck off every few times he had availability for about 2 years before I moved away. He wanted his cock sucked SLOWLY and I always did it the way he wanted. sucking him that way made it easy for me to swallow every time. Lately I haven’t Thad much look finding guys available to suck. the rare times I try to swallow anyone else, my mouth is surprised by the taste and texture and makes it impossible to swallow. Plus many times a guy will say he’s cumming After I’ve sucked up and down for a long time without stopping and then there’s no time to spit out my saliva so I just let him cum in my mouth then have to spit it all out
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A Minor Epiphany at the Bookstore
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—August, 2021 I came home from Chicago and holed up in my duplex. It was the largest group I had mixed with in ages. It was also the largest group of all vaccinated men I had mixed with ever. I felt fine, but I kept to myself for twelve days to make sure. So, of course, now that I was ready, the hook ups sites were dead. I went to the bookstore nearest to me… It’s slow, but it is a Friday afternoon. I do no more than look into the empty straight theatre before turning and going around to the gay side. The door shuts with a loud click behind me. There is no one here either. I sit in the cock sucker’s seat. I unbutton and knead my full jock pouch. The porn looks like it has potential. I hear a movement behind me. Someone is in the corner behind the door. I wait. The movie is good enough that my cock emerges from under the fabric. I stroke it. Slowly. The man behind me moves along the wall until he is even with me. He is a mixed-race young man I have seen here before, but he has always been only a watcher. He is in his very early 30’s, maybe 5’8” and has always carried a little extra weight. He looks like he now has some Covid weight around his middle, too. “Damn,” he says, breaking the silence. “Nice dick.” I thank him. He squeezes his cock as looks at me stroke—and then at the film where a very hot three way is close to the multiple cum shot. “Take it out,” I tell him. “Nobody’s here.” He does. We stroke in silence as jizz is splashed all over the incredibly hard bodies on the screen. Suddenly he is standing next to me. I turn and his short cock is in my mouth. He is close to cumming. I press forward…and get another three inches of cock in my mouth that his extra weight is hiding. He shoots, zips up, thanks me—and leaves. * I go to the straight theatre for some jerking variety. Sitting in the back row is a dapper old man. A white man, who is at least 10, if not 15, years older than me. He is neat and trim and sitting with his nicely pressed pants wide open—sporting a rampant thick piece of uncut meat. We smile at each other as I sit in the chairs in front of him. Pretty soon I feel him lean forward to get a gander at my cock. He taps my shoulder. “Would you mind standing up and showing me that cock of yours?” I smile—and do what he asks. “That is one of the nicest I’ve ever seen.” “You have a beauty yourself,” I tell him. (This is not the conversation I would ever have thought I would have just by looking at him.) I move around and sit next to him. I am definitely longer. But his entire shaft is as thick as the widest point of my mushroom cock head. “My wife loved my thickness—but she couldn’t handle sucking it,” he tells me. “That’s how I first found out that some men love to do it.” He turns and looks at me. “Is that you?” he asks, very softly. I don’t answer. I slide to the floor and take him in my mouth. I do have to open wide, but it’s not a struggle. Or a long suck. He is obviously in need. His body shudders with a full on orgasm. But it’s totally dry. All the feeling is there for him—but he shoots nothing at all. He thanks me profusely and dabs at his spit slick cock with a white handkerchief. “That was wonderful.” He lays his very white, very soft hand on my shoulder. “Thank you again, dear boy.” I melt a little into my chair… * I get some head from the couple who come here to suck others—usually not in each other’s presence, but they take turns on me today, pulling down their masks when not sucking. Then they bustle off to the arcade. A guy around my age comes in. He stands along the back wall. Tall, and gangly, dressed in shorts, a yellow tee and sandals. He unzips immediately. He flogs a dick that refuses to get hard. I turn towards him and he shoves it in my mouth. Nothing. I can’t do anything to get him hard—and I know have good skills. The guy sighs, pulls out and goes to his knees. The moment he takes me in his mouth he gets hard. As a rock. So hard he soon dares not touch himself. He gives me decent head for another moment—and touches his cock. “Ahjesusfuck,” he mumbles—standing up and just getting it to my mouth in time as he fires off his load. I take it all—and then he crams it back into his shorts and leaves. I sit by myself for a minute. On a normal night, all three of the men that have been in my mouth would have been second or third or fourth choices as playmates—but today they were all, well, fun… I button up and go back to the gay theatre. I spend some time alone. The door opens. In comes a guy in his late 20’s. His skin is dark—and in total contrast to the tight white A-shirt he wears. His arms are thick and powerful. His thighs fill up the old school gym shorts that stop mid-thigh. He sits next to the wall. He carries a soda bottle and takes a long drag on it as his legs splay out. The door opens. A young man, white and pale comes in. He has to have followed this guy from the arcade—he knows he will find him here. “Now suck my dick right,” the first man tells the kid as he pulls the tiny shorts down to his ankles. His fully engorged, thick cock is trying to escape from a once white jock. The younger guy kneels and starts to fellate him. But it’s not going well. “Cover your damn teeth,” he hisses at the younger man. I watch the big guy grab the back of the younger ones neck and hold him in place. The kid chokes. Hard enough for the kid to wrest himself free and leave. The man strokes to the porn—as do I. He barely looks at me—just once, perhaps, at my dick. The door opens—it’s a mid 40’s white guy, seemingly also from the arcade. “You want to try again?” the built guy asks. “Naw, you’re too thick.” This new guy lingers for a moment—then leaves. Silence. With just the two of us beating our big cocks. “What about you…Daddy?” I look at him—at least he didn’t call me “Gramps.” I shrug, stand up and kneel between his legs. I oval big and sink down on him. “Well, fuck! That’s it…” He’s pleased. I can just keep my teeth covered, the way my mouth is stretched. He grabs the back of my throat and holds me in place. He fucks up into my mouth. I eventually choke—but it’s the good kind—it squeezes his trapped dick and he loves it. He stands and lets me do what I do—and then fucks my face again. I don’t choke in this kneeling position—and he gives a satisfied grunt. “Get ready—I’m finally gonna blow.” His dick expands---and he does. A huge white load. Most goes straight down my throat. He stands still and I am allowed to clean him up. He pats me on the shoulder in a very similar way to the old man—but says nothing. I get off in two strokes—all over the floor—the moment I hear the door slam shut. 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Bookstore Highlights One: The Arab
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—August, 2021 I came home from my quick job in western Indiana right at the end of July. I self quarantined for a week. I even did a rapid and then a regular Covid test as the county I had been working in was a hotbed of anti-vaxxers. All was well. Thank you, Moderna. Once I was horny again, I found many of the men in my stable seemed to be away for the summer. So I ended up going to the bookstore for three sessions. Each trip had its own highlight. Here is the first… I am sitting in the gay theatre. My legs are spread wide. My mask is on. I watch the video—and occasionally stroke the head of the man who is sucking my rampant cock. He is around my age—but is much heavier. It wasn’t easy for him to get on his knees. But he did it. The call of my dick is too strong. His mask is now under his chin. He is not, frankly, much to look at, but I know that he has some superb oral skills. He leaves my cock and buries his face on my balls. He licks them. He licks under them. He carefully sucks them one at a time into his mouth. Then he goes back to my dick. Long and deep. Every time. Not much else is happening this late, weekday afternoon. It’s fairly deserted. Occasionally someone comes in, looks at the sex taking place, nods and leaves. I wish I could give this guy a load. I know he’d love it—and it is feeling great, but I am nowhere near shooting. I can tell his time on his knees is coming to an end. Almost as I think it, his head comes off my dick and he makes to get up. I stand and give him an arm. He thanks me and heads out. Now I am alone. I decide to check the straight theatre. I go next door. Here there is one man sitting off to the side, his eyes glued to the girl on the screen taking dick in her ass. I sit in the back row. I open my fly and jerk. The guy never looks in my direction. He kneads himself through his pants. A lot. Eventually, shorts tented, he leaves. I sit alone and stroke. The door opens. A man, medium height, mid 40’s, with a wiry body (and mask-less), enters. At a glance he seems to be Arab. The dark hair on his head is cut very close to his scalp. His five o’clock shadow is deep and dark. The hair on his forearms is curly and ample. He stands against the back wall. Right next to where I am sitting. We both watch the movie. The woman being used is good looking—and she obviously loves very wet anal sex. It’s hot. For both of us. I stroke and the man next to me keeps grabbing at his crotch. We do this, silently, for a good 10 minutes. The only sound is the slick squish of the lube on my dick. I look over at him. This time I actually catch him looking at my dick. He looks away quickly. I stroke. He kneads. I turn to him. “You want help with that?” He looks at me. “No, but thank you.” His speech is very precise. We both look back at the screen. A new scene starts. Now it is two men with a new woman. I hear the zipper go down next to me. I don’t look. I let him get his cock out. Finally, I glance over. His hand covers his cock. He isn’t hard. But his hand is squeezing his shaft. His very hairy balls are just peeking out of the fly. I look back at the screen. We stroke and squeeze. Finally from him—“You suck dick?” “Sure.” I turn to him and remove my mask. He turns and lets me take his flaccid, just slightly plumped, cock into my mouth. He sighs as my lips close around it. He deliberately turns his head to look at the screen and not at the guy who has his dick in his mouth. I lick the head. His cock spasms and gives me a stream of cum. Did he just shoot? I swallow and keep going. His cock is harder. My tongue swabs his cock head again. Another shot of cum or precum and he is harder still. I swallow with a slight groan. I love his sweet fluid. He whimpers, but keeps looking at the woman being pummeled by two dicks. I swirl my tongue over the entire length of this cock. It springs to full life. And now he truly cums. He turns and holds me in place as his cock erupts. His load, even after all those other discharges, is immense. I swallow it all. He tries to pull out of my mouth. I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place so I can clean every inch of his deflating dick. I finally let go. He pulls out a napkin—but puts it away as he realizes I have left nothing to wipe up. He tucks his spent cock pack in his shorts. He turns to the door. “Thanks you,” he whispers—just audible over the video’s grunts and groans. “Anytime I’m here.” This makes him turn around. He looks at me. He finally gives me a nod and goes… The original post, along with 1000's of others, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-one-arab.html -
"He Wants Your Cum..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—April, 2021 So my last outing in April was back to the bookstore nearest my home. If the time before (detailed in the last entry) felt like I could not put a step wrong—this one felt quite different. Until an explosive end… The parking lot is busy—but not totally full as I pull in. A good sign. I pay and enter the larger, straight video room. A small crowd. I can actually sit in the aisle seat in the back. It’s the one I call the cocksucker seat as guys can stand along the back wall and with a simple turn be in your mouth. I stroke. Two guys are in the chairs in front of me and two guys are standing along the back wall. When I take my dick out, so do the men on the wall. I look at the one nearest me. He’s guy around my age who I have sucked before—and I know he likes my mouth. The other man is younger and new to me. He is late 40’s and looks like he is fresh from his construction job. I make eye contact with the guy closest to me. I nod at his cock. He nods back and begins to turn to me. With lightning speed the construction guy is on his knees and sucking the guy. I watch, slightly pissed, but wait for my turn. But in moments the guy being sucked blows his load and leaves. I wait for the construction guy to offer to suck me—or vice versa—but he zips up and leaves. In the dim light I can see the puddle of jizz on the floor where he shot as he took the load. The men in front of me are unaware—or pretending to be—or one of them may actually be asleep. I button up and go next door. I am all alone. The movie is good so I stay. Again, taking the cocksucker seat. I am not alone for long. A younger guy comes in. He stands against the side wall. He openly stares at my crotch. I spread my legs, that not so subtle invitation for him to kneel. He stands still and squeezes his bulge under his khakis. His eyes only leave my drooling dick once to look in my eyes. Instantly he looks to the floor, seemingly ashamed we had eye contact. “Do you want to suck it?” Even with the half-voice I use, it sounds loud in the empty theatre. He takes his eyes off me and looks at the screen for the first time. There is a long moment before he whispers: “I want to, but someone might come in.” “No one will care.” I can see him wrestling with himself as he looks back at me—and then back at the screen. He finally decides. He takes a deep breath and comes near me. He kneels. He kisses the head of my dick. Then seems unsure. Finally: “That jock of yours smells really strong.” I sigh and wait for him to bolt. But no, he unzips and pulls out his very small dick—and then opens his mouth and takes the head of my cock into his mouth. His tongue begins lapping quite nicely. But then his teeth connect with the glans—hard. I flinch. He doesn’t notice. Every time he comes up on my dick his teeth connect with my helmet head. Finally, I can’t take any more. I stand up—still in his mouth—and begin to fuck his face. This is better, I am in control—and deep enough not to let his teeth connect with my cock head. But it is too much for him. He shoots all over my boots. “Sorry…” he whispers as he stuffs himself into his Andrew Christian underwear and scurries out. Other guys amble in. Three of them. All are content to watch me stroke—and nothing more. I go back to the straight side. I lean against the wall. A rather thin, fey university student I recognize from here is in the cocksucker seat. He nods at me—but his attention is on a man leaning against the side wall by the door. With good reason. He is mid-30’s, perfect hair, chiseled features. In fact he’s the stereotype of the young dad in some Johnson & Johnson advertisement. I pull my cock out. It is harder now—at the thought of doing anything with this guy. The college kid moves his hand, so the guy can see both our dicks. He nods at us, his hand going to his crotch and cupping his literal baby maker. I nod. He nods. The kid nods. The baby daddy walks over to us. He is now between us on the back wall. He touches the shoulder of the college kid. “Suck my dick. Next door.” They go out, the kid barely having time to zip. I try to figure out if I should follow. I don’t want to be the sore loser. I wait a bit, sitting in the vacated seat. The two men ahead of me are still in the same places—one watching the movie and one now definitely asleep. I get up and go next door. The three men I left in the gay theatre are ringing the Baby Daddy and the college kid. They are all stroking to the scene in front of them. The college kid is on his knees, his dick out but forgotten, as he gives BD head. It’s a big dick, the daddy is sporting—at least 7 inches and thick. The kid is working hard. He soon resorts to his hand—jerking while sucking the head. Daddy will have none of that. Each time he does it, he pushes the kid’s hand away. I join the circle and pull out my dick. The Baby Daddy smiles at me. “I want to see you suck that big dick,” he tells the college kid. Gamely, the kid crawls over to me and starts sucking. The Daddy moves next to me, jerking wildly. “Blow your load down that cocksucker’s throat,” he tells me. Everybody in the room starts jerking faster as they watch me begin to fuck the college kid’s ovalled mouth. “That’s it. Make him take your load. Deep. So he can’t spit it out.” His own words are obviously turning him on. BD’s cock has grown thicker as he talks. The kid is tearing up. He can’t take much more of my pummeling. “He wants your cum, man, give it to him…” And I do. My body contorts and I shoot. Deep in the kid. He takes every drop. “Shit!” says Baby Daddy. “Let me…” I pull out. Baby Daddy steps in and shoots an impressive load all over the kids face. It runs down his nose, covers his lips and chin. Two spurts on his thick brows are about to drip into his eyes—but the boy smears them away, covering the rest of his face with cum . I flick the tip of Baby Daddy’s spent cock head and get the last drop on my index finger. He tastes as good as he looks. The original is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/he-wants-your-cum.html -
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By John Y. I'd always wished for a larger cock. I mean, don't get me wrong—I like my cock and it does just fine by me, but I'd always envied the huge donkey hung studs I'd see at the Y where I have a membership for my family. I like to jog, swim and “relax” in the sauna in the rare instance that I actually have some free time for myself. Mostly it's my beautiful wife Denise and my sons who take advantage of not only the facilities themselves, but a whole host of workshops, spinning classes, and weigh training seminars available. My wife does the yoga classes to help de-stress from running the boys around to their full schedule of extracurricular activities and sports practices. I have three sons total; Jeff, by my first wife, and two other sons; Jake and Tyler—both from my current wife, and both as adorable as their mother. Raising sons nowadays is a lot more complicated than it was when I was a kid. If I wanted to play baseball after school I'd just bring my mitt w/me to school that day and play at the park on the way home along with the other kids. My sons, like most nowadays, need their own electronic organizers and costly uniforms and accompanying safety gear for each team they're on—which is many. My oldest son Jeff is a hearty high school senior, all American in every way—sort of beefy from too much soda pop and videogames, yet he has an intensely competitive nature. He excels in sports, and has the kind of beefy build that's perfect for rugby, hockey, and football. He's still growing and he's gonna be a big bruiser by the time his body catches up with his hormonal fluxes. Jeff has adorably messy light brown locks that poke out all over and kind of flips from under the back of his omnipresent ball caps. The kid wears a different ball cap every day and even holds down a part-time job at the local lids shop at the mall. He claims he couldn't support such an extravagant image without the generous employee discount. And apparently not having your own personal brand or completely unique style is unacceptable as a high school senior in 2004. When my first wife and I divorced, Jeff was a toddler and his mother was more interested in booze and other men than she was being part of a nuclear family. So with the help of my parents and brother, I raised Jeff primarily by myself until I remarried. The bond between my son and me is stronger than any other I've ever known. In many ways, Jeff is my best friend; my sounding board about everything from listening to me bitch about “that idiot on talk radio”, to enduring my frequent tales of how “we used to do it” when I was a kid. We share blond jokes and a sick addiction to AFV (yes—the stupid show where people send in videos of their grandmothers catching on fire or dying at weddings with overt canned laughter overlaid.) It's wrong. We know. But we cant seem to change the channel once it's on, and I chalk it up to my voyeuristic side. Jeff's also the one who'll tell me how bad my golf swing is, and why I shouldn't wear “those way too short Adidas running shorts, Dad!”. Secretly I think he's just jealous and wants to wear them for the vintage factor, but they're a little too large for him now. All in all, we have one of the closest, most communicative, and healthiest father/son relationships I know of. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to make sure it was a day for him to remember. Turning 18 is a big thing for someone that age and I easily recalled my excitement at the prospect of graduating from a restricted license, high school, and all the wonder and freedom of a life away at college. I knew Jeff expected something significant for his birthday and I debated for a long time over what to get him. Even though he wanted his own car, I didn't want to go that route. Lots of dads buy their sons new cars for their 18th birthdays and 3/4 of them end up totaling it within weeks anyway. I wanted Jeff to earn his car, so he'd appreciate it. I wanted to give Jeff something more substantial than a material purchase. I wanted to give Jeff something that he could really own for the rest of his life—something that his “old man” gave him, by which he'd always remember and cherish our good times together. I gave the matter a lot of thought over the weeks leading up to Jeff's birthday, and one day at the Y it finally came to me. After a particularly taxing day of work, a heavy greasy burger lunch on the run in my car between meetings, and two too many beers with the my last client of the day, I decided I should do myself some good and hit the gym. I phoned my wife from the car and explained that I needed some “me time”, and I'd be home late after I hit the gym and unwound a little. She and I respect each other's need for space and time and I think that makes for a good marriage in our case. We both know how invigorating and detoxifying it can be to pump out some adrenaline at the gym, sweat out that stress, and rejuvenate in the bathing facilities at the Y. Our local Y was just built a few years ago and is well maintained. The men's steam and dry saunas are spic and span, as are the pool, locker, and shower areas. After a good run and some free weights, I felt like I deserved some shower time and indulgently headed towards the showers. I couldn't wait to peel off my sweat-drenched gym gear and just bask under the hot jet sprays of the shower for a while. It was about an half an hour before the Y closed and I'd been the only one under the refreshing steam jets of the showers for a while. I'd actually finished scrubbing myself down and eyes closed, I was letting the warm water glide down over my oxygenated muscles and swirl the ocean-scented body wash down the drains at my feet. Racking my brain once again about what to get Jeff, and breathing in lung-fulls of steam and scented water, my mind wandered. I started thinking about how good the water felt on my skin. My balls were hanging low and when my soapy hand drifted past the head of my now lucid cock I felt hedonistic warmth rush in patches all over my body. My mind's eye flashed images of all the hot muscles I'd seen straining and pushing in the gym. Guys with massive arms—huge guns Jeff called them—paraded and pumped in my mind. I remembered a distinctly huge, beefy football player we'd seen during last Sunday's game. Trying to imagine what this guy's look like unstuffed from his tight shiny blue pants, I threw wood. This jolted me back to reality and I struggled to focus as I opened my eyes. At first, I wasn't sure if I was asleep or really under the hot foggy showers. What appeared to be that guy from Sunday's game—or perhaps his brother—was hanging up his towel at the end of the row of showers and heading towards me on the right. I wiped my wet hair to the side and flushed the excess water from my eyes and still I had to blink twice to realize that I was in fact fully conscious and cognizant of the hulking beefster next to me. He casually said hi and turned on the shower nozzle next to where I was standing. I choked out a ridiculously girlish “umm …hi there.” and turned the other way to quickly apply an additional dose of shampoo to my already clean hair. After all, I tried to convince myself, the bottles does read “shower, rinse, repeat”. I just needed to figure out how I could steal another glance what I thought I saw with this huge guy. What I definitely knew was that this guy was stacked. He was probably 6’6”, thick slabs of bulky rounded muscles that bounced on his already massive frame, black hair, and a strong healthy girth that in all honesty must've been about three bills. This guy was massive! In a deep baritone, he started humming that clever baby back ribs jingle, then started singing it. When he breathed, his thick d cup pecs bounced, and in turn so did his ripped but bulging belly, and so on down to his meat. In my peripheral vision I could sense something huge and pendulous moving, and as my eyes were drawn down this beast's thick body I honed in on the hugest package I've ever witnessed The guy sported a long fat dong, close in size and shape to a baby's arm, and a massive pair of bull nuts. He was donkey hung and didn't seem to mind me staring, as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Arms raised behind his head, blowing out his huge biceps for me like cocky plumage—his gut and basket were pushed forward making his meat bounce even harder with each deep “baby back, baby back, baby back” reiteration. He finally addressed my stunned stare with a friendly, but decidedly knowing, “Ya wanna know what it's like, doncha? I gulped and nodded. He told me most guys couldn't keep their eyes off of it and he didn't mind the attention at all. In fact, he told me he liked to share the wealth and I could take a hold of it to see how heavy it felt. I couldn't believe this guy was gonna let me grab his donkey in the showers, but I knew that beggars can't be choosers and decided to seize the opportunity, along with his horsemeat. I nervously looked around—the locker-room was silent except for us, and I stepped over in front of him. When I took his huge hang in my hand I blushed because even my man-sized hand couldn't reach all the way around it. I squeezed a little and repositioned my fingers around the rubbery dong, but I still couldn't get full grasp. It must've weighed a solid pound plus, and the giant bag that hung beneath his flopper held two testes the size of softballs. I recoiled my hand quickly because for a second I thought for sure this must be some kind of physical abnormality—like a twin brother that never fully developed and I was going to see this guy on Oprah next week or something. It was abnormal to say the least, but it was indeed a cock. And the most perfectly formed giant monster cock I think anyone has ever seen. Even with the internet male porn I'd sneak on the computer sometimes late at night, I'd never seen anything this big. “I guess you've got some rare lucky genetics”, I nervously snickered to break the tension. “No way buddy” he chuckled, “this isn't a genetic gift from my dad. This is Christmas gift from my girlfriend”. Puzzled, I stared back wondering what the hell he meant. I asked him to explain, and he told me that his girlfriend worked downtown—not far from Chinatown. During her lunch breaks she would often peruse a local herbal shop and buy crazy cough remedies and PMS teas and stuff. She developed a great rapport with the owner—a withered but wise old Chinese man who had an herbal remedy or potion for anything and everything that ails ya. His girlfriend mentioned one day that she needed a unique gift for her boyfriend, and something that they could possibly use to enhance their sex life. She expected some Benewah balls or spicy herbed lube of some sort, but instead the old man winked at her and said he had just the thing. He scurried off, climbed up a ladder, and produced a glass jar of what appeared to be dried black leaves of some sort from a hidden stash, behind the New Age book overstock section. As he climbed down from the ladder he shook a bony finger her way and warned her to be very careful with what he was about to share with her. He told her it was an ancient Asian masculinity herb and would produce amazing yet unregulated aphrodisiac affects on whoever ingested the mix. He warned that the results were always unpredictable, yet he'd never seen happier customers than those who'd purchased the herbs for their mates. He said it was never to be taken—or even touched by women, and she should only allow her partner to open and ingest the contents that he spooned into a tiny rice paper envelope for her. She agreed and giggled inside thinking that if nothing else, it would make for a great gag gift Little did she know that the seedling thought in her mind at that moment would manifest itself in the way the herbs would take effect. Three days later her boyfriend was transformed after drinking the herbs steeped as tea, as the envelope prescribed. “She eventually learned to overcome her gag reflex.” the bruiser cockily laughed, “and I've been the object of admiration and respect from everyone I've met since, he snickered. “I've gotten three promotions at work, was made captain of my rugby team, and I never pay for drinks at clubs anymore.”, he goaded. He shook the obscene member at me again and taunted me with it. You want one, doncha bud? You wanna know what it's like to have a donkey swinging between your thighs 24/7, doncha buddy? His previously jovial demeanor now verged on arrogance, but I suppose I couldn't blame him. I nodded and agreed when he inquired for the third time about my envy, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I were to maximize this situation. It almost seemed as if the serpent in his fist was speaking directly to me now. “You want this for yourself, doncha dude?” it hissed lewdly. “No”, I responded simply. That threw the guy for a loop, as I'm sure it wasnt the typical glazed and patented “uh huh” he was accustomed to hearing. “I want it for my son.”, I announced. The guy laughed and asked me if I was kidding. I shared a little info with him about my relationship with my son, and told him about my desire to gift Jeff with something he'd not soon forget. He agreed with my logic and told me he'd share the secret shop with me, but only on one condition. “What's that?”, I queried him. “That if he gets bigger than me, I get to see his.” Deal! We shook on it and he clued me in as to where I needed to go and what I needed to do. The next morning I cleared my afternoon schedule and made a beeline to the shop at lunch. By 12:30 I held in my possession the gift of life for my son's 18th birthday. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was two days away, and I was anxious to give Jeff his gift. I doubted and questioned myself over and over again in the meantime. Was this wrong? Was it illegal? Doesn't every dad hope that their son wil inherit the best genes the family jewels have to offer? I figured at most Jeff and I would get a good laugh, and then I'd buy him a car to reoccupy his mind. That Friday night couldn't have come sooner. Of course Jeff was hosting an obligatory blow-out bash in our basement rec-room with 10 of his closest buds (car keys to be left in my possession), but I wanted to share a special private moment with my son before his guests arrived. After dinner I went into my den and threw back two double Scotch's, and called for Jeff to come join me. Feeling the need to be relaxed I was wearing those old Adidas track shorts form my stint on my HS running team 2½ decades prior, and I was adjusting my ball sack and to the warm glow produced by the Scotch when Jeff entered the room. “What's up Pops?” he asked—with an inconceablable smile on his face. In the back of his mind, I knew he thought he was baout to be hnaded a set of keys to a new Porsche or at least a VW. I told Jeff to feel free to grab a beer from my minibar fridge and sit down, because i wanted to talk to him. His eyes lit up about the beer and the newly adult privilege I bestowed on him, but of course he felt compelled to add a cynical teenage groan and obligatory eye roll at the prospect of a lecture. He flopped into the leather armchair opposite me, threw one leg over the side and popped open his beer. He paused just briefly before swigging form it—first to see if I was really going to allow him to drink a beer, and secondly to hide that fact that he knew how to swig beer form a bottle like a sailor already. That fact would have solidified my sneaking suspicion that hed been raiding my wetbar for about a year now anyway, and possibly even explain why I couldn't find my favorite Adidas shorts sometimes. He sensed my lax attitude about the beer and took and sip and pretended to make a face at the fuzz. I told him to cut the BS with me and remember who he was dealing with here and we both laughed. That broke the ice and he proceeded to swig the bottle like a seasoned pro. “Jeff”, I started, “I want you to know that since you were a little boy, I've only ever wanted the best for you—in every possible way.” Another obligatory eye roll and a mumbled “I know that, Dad—sheesh!”. “Now Jeff, listen to me here for a minute, I continued. Aside form footing the ridiculous bill for this party of yours tonight, I picked up something special for your birthday. One more gulp of beer and an intense stare to me as he tried to figure out what kind of car I was leading up to. Then he finished the beer. “Can I have another one Dad? Please! It's my only 18th birthday, c'mon!” Ok, I relented but I want one too, and I have something else for us as well.. He swung back around from the fridge, hading me the beer and looked at the tiny envelope in my hands. “I have something here for you son, and now that you're a man I think you can handle this.” He looked again at the envelope as he flopped back into the chair and asked me if I was going to smoke a jay with him. Now I was the one who rolled my eyes, and explained that I wasn't quite that kind of Dad, but I did have something for him that I could almost guarantee none of his friends Dads would give them. “What is it Dad?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Whatcha got for me Pops?” “A donkey dick.” I flatly replied. Jeff blew beer foam thru his nose—spraying my legs and shorts. Coughing and trying to regain composure, he laughed out loud at me. “No, really c'mon Dad.” he belted out. The beer was going to his head fast and I could see his beefy pink cheeks flush with alcohol and laughter. “What is it?”. I explained to him about the old Chinaman in the shop and the supposed effects of the herbs and Jeff just stared at me—trying to determine if I was pulling his leg, or if premature Alzheimer's was settling in. “I'm serious, Jeff.” I explained. “Guys with monster cocks get ahead in this world and even though I don't believe I've done you wrong in the family jewels department, I want you to have every advantage possible in this world.” He knew my spiel was of the utmost honesty and sincerity and he quieted down. “So what do I do?” He looked to me for a lead. I handed him the envelope and told him to add the crushed leaves to his beer. “Even if it tastes bad, swallow it all and don't puke, OK? I chided him. “I know how to drink beer Dad”, he mocked and snatched the satchel from my hands. The reality of what I was presenting him kicked in, and I knew that at this moment a new car was the FURTHEST thing from his hormonally charged teen mind. I had to admit—I was on the edge of my seat, myself. Jeff added the mixture to his beer and glug, glug, glugged it down. He sat back down in the chair and looked completely normal. I watched intently for any sign of change. He looked down at his crotch, back up at me, and then let go a huge belch. That made us both laugh an then Jeff's face went completely blank and pale. He bolted up quickly in front of me and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, Dad!, he exclaimed nervously, I think it's starting.” Jeff began trembling and his grip on my arm grew stronger—almost to the point that it hurt me. I steadied him at the hip with my other arm and frantically panicked, wondering if I'd just poisoned my own son. A huge smile dawned on his lips and he shook my arm excitedly. I broke my gaze from his face as I noticed his baggy khaki trousers begin to heave and stir. He was tenting alright and my curiosity kept me glued in my seat—at eye-level with his growing mound. Jeff threw his head backwards, let out a lewd moan, and inhaled deeply. When he did, the bulge in his trousers lunged forward and a large burgeoning outline was taking shape. With each low guttural moan, Jeff was breathing life into his new baby. Within minutes the distinct outline of a large eggplant was bulging out of his pants I wondered how insane this night would become. “Awww yeah—that feels sooooo damn good”, Jeff hissed under his breath. His voice had already deepened and his nascent donkey drew the attention of his hands. Both of them rubbed the enormous eggplant bulge in his pants and he caught my eye with a glace as he squeezed his pant mound. I could see pure sexual lust in his eyes and it was a little awkward for me to recognize that in my son. I'd seen this look before during really intense, connected sex sessions with girlfriends—even my wives now and then, but this was different. I could literally smell and taste the pheromones Jeff's pits were exuding and the heady aroma drew me in. Jeff's moaning continued and I thought his antagonized pants my burst right in my face. It was as if someone were filling a giant water balloon down his leg and soon the bulge began to resemble a butternut squash. I doubted the cotton of his khaki's ability to retain the monster much longer and wondered when it would stop. I mean—I did want Jeff to have a huge one, but I didn't want him relegated to a traveling sideshow or medical journal. Oh shit—what if I gave him too much? What if he's too young? Thoughts were racing through my mind, but the manly aromas now wafting form Jeff's body were starting to bone me as well. Jeff's breathing began to slow and the bulge seemed to have slowed its rapid rate of expansion. I couldn't help myself any longer and I reached forward and yanked down Jeff's trousers. What lay before my eyes was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. Jeff's cock had morphed into a heavy, lewd column of meat. He'd even developed a massive juicy foreskin that bloated out the circumference of the cock and make it appear even larger. It had to be at least 15 inches in length and probably 10 inches around. It bobbed and throbbed in front of my face and seemed to be breathing on it's own. His ball sack hung a solid foot below his groin and his testes had swollen up like ripe Florida grapefruits. Jeff wrapped both hands all the way around it and with his voice definitely an octave lower asked me if it was really him. He squeezed it and shook the bloated beast a few times. Jeff shuddered in ecstasy and a tablespoon of thick precum oozed from his quarter-slot piss-slit, and began a viscous, slow-mo descent from Jeff's monster and dripped lewdly onto my leg. I shoveled the goo up with my fingers and brought it to my nose. It reeked of semen personified, and I nearly succumbed to the Cloroxy smell, as if I were scrubbing an unventilated bathtub. Jeff leaned in and inhaled deeply. When he did my cock jumped and the head burst forth from my tight Adidas shorts. That gave us both a jolt and Jeff's monster bounced one final time and bloated up another inch in diameter. That was as big as it was gonna get, and it was gargantuan by any standards. Neither of us knew what to expect from his newly birthed monsterbone. My son was now a magnificent bullstud. His monster meatshaft would be the envy of men everywhere, his now stacked bulbous chest had grown a thick matt of fur. His voice was a full octave deeper and he'd developed a visible 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes were lustfully wild and it was plain that I'd turned my son into a sexual beast. He grabbed my head from behind and forced my mouth onto his Easter ham. My eyes bulged and my lips stretched tightly just to accommodate the head. As my eyes teared up, I looked up at him and saw maniacal evil in his eyes. I don't think he even knew it was me he was forcing onto his cock. I don't think he cared either. At that moment my manboy just needed his nut. I got him into this situation and I was to endure the brunt of his first powerdong experience. He bludgeoned my mouth and I whimpered like a punished boy, taking my medicine. Copious amounts of precum poured from his nozzle like a broken beertap and my swollen lips barely accommodated one third of his might girth. He pumped and grunted and I gasped for air thru my nose. Thick bolts of precum squished out the corners of my mouth and landed in loud splats on the floor each time he plunged his beast into my skull. My boner was throbbing like mad but I couldn't touch it because I needed both hands to steady myself as my son tore me a new one. Tears streamed down my purple swollen face and I nearly passed out form asphyxiation. Synaptic stars shot off like fireworks in my brain due to lack of oxygen and then the first volley hit. The cum gushed so intensely out of Jeff's cock that the pressure blew him off of me like a crimped firehose unraveling. Trying to get a hold of the angry beast, Jeff grabbed it tightly with both hands and attempted to direct the lurid flow of semen, but it was no use. He shot off at least ten huge wads of cum, each one pulsing out of his monster and hosing me down in warm pungent jizz. Jeff grunted and growled and I could literally see his balls beginning to deflate as they unleashed their substantial payload. A thick gloppy cupful of jizz splatted squarely in my face and I looked out from under the drippin ooze to see Jeff collapse back into his chair. I shot my meager manwad into a puddle of my son's mitochondrial spermpool, and struggled to catch my breath. Within moments Jeff was snoring in the chair, and I scrambled to clean up the slippery mess. My den was awash with jizz and I sopped it with as many bar towels as I could find. My body was covered in the gooey gore and I worried that Jeff's guests might start arriving soon so I hurriedly wiped down everything and ran to the shower. When I came back Jeff began to stir, the swelling of his thick member had begun to subside and in the light it looked like a like a saintly baby sleeping. “Oh my God, Dad, Jeff started, I just had the most fucked up dream.” When he looked down for a reality check, he gulped hard and his eyes shot up at me in near disbelief. There was an intense moment of silence and then Jeff's signature smile appeared. He confirmed what I had always hoped he would say to me. “You're the best Dad ever!” “Happy Birthday Jeff, I replied. Never forget who's your Daddy!”
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