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Davis Returns to the Playroom
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—May, 2023 I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML. (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.) I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email. Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared. He was back at his parent’s home for a visit. Could I host him for a day? I could. He arrived in the early afternoon. It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs. I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state. He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile… I walk into the playroom. Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench. He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build. But he has trimmed up since he was last here. He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch. He inhales deeply. This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it. He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait. He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat. I come to full erection inside him. Choking him. Making him reluctantly pull off me. He pants and takes me down again. I fuck his face a little. He relaxes and I go deeper yet. I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft. “Clean that up,” I tell him. He sucks me clean. Until I pull more out of his throat. “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.” Davis scrambles up. I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack. I finger some into his not too tight pucker. I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass. I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue. I hear the poppers open. He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place. I stand up, my lubed cock drooling. I push into him. He grunts and takes me quite easily. He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out. Over and over. I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock. “Please let me taste…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth. He groans—and cleans me thoroughly. I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube. I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. He complies. Whimpering. And cleans my dick once again. I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it. “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.” Davis kneels on the mat. He spends long minutes working his tongue over them. Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down. I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. His response is to go a little lower on my perineum. He grunts, and tells me how good I taste. And goes a little farther yet. “Do you want to rim me?” This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this. He looks up, but stays in position. “I do—if you like it.” I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time. And he’s good at it. I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique. “I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.” I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass… * We move to the sling. I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there. I stand up. Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack. I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again. I fuck. His eyes riveted to the mirror above. I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock. I pick up my phone and snap some pictures. PIC 1 PIC 2 We break. He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling. I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole. I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants. When he slows down, we reverse. I eat his hole some more. I stand up. “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.” Davis nods. “While I have some rope, I like this better.” I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers. I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling. The wrap clings to itself securely. I cover his crotch with the film, too. I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling. I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head. He can’t move. Nor does he want to. He begins to pant. Pic 3 Pic 4 I have left his ass crack open. I start by pissing on it. I splash some up onto his stomach. Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness. It pours off him onto the towel below. I lick up what is on his ass. I fit my blindfold over his eyes. I go back and toy with his hole. Just my fingertips, teasing him. Slowly, I change to my dick. The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips. Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. More piss, right on his crack. And a hard, chain rattling, fuck. We break. I cut him loose. I suggest the rimseat. I make him go under first. He has never had anyone sit on his face before. He acquits himself well. I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there. He whimpers with each stroke. I pull out and sit back on his face. His tongue has found new energy in its attack. Of course, we reverse it, too. I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole. I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure. My cock is rampant. It’s time to breed. We both know it. We go to the sling. I want to see his face as I shoot. I fuck for a bit. One last piss rinse of his crack. A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck. I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue. I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age. I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time. It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out. I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it. I leave the rest of the load for him… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Davis Returns to the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 19, 2023 -
Orlando Florida area Oct. 23 to the 28th will be looking for play, etc...
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looking for tops that like to fuck and party im on PrEP and love to fuck and can also switch i am a black brown skinned male 24 yrs 5’7 69kg 7”uncut and bb friendly am available for hosting in the eastern area of ottawa near Orléans in blackburn off Innes Rd. please be ready to send pics or have discretion with anonymity 🙂 contact info below— Squirt: ajoker_ BBRT: versatilexboi email: leafeonx@icloud.com cellphone: #6133248622
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My Playroom—September, 2022 My faithful readers will certainly remember the young man I christened College Piss Boy. He came to the playroom three times taking piss down his throat (and all over his body) but especially on his ass (which I licked up) while giving me excellent head between piss loads. Each time he had taken my load orally, and bemoaned that he had stopped getting fucked with the pandemic. “My hole is just too tight.” I had to agree that it seemed to be, though it opened nicely with all the tonguing I did to it. In the late summer he wanted to change that. He asked me about toys to stretch his ass. I suggested a set of graduated butt plugs—and found some on Fort Troff that he liked. He ordered them and wrote me an enthusiastic text—and then I heard no more. Until the last day of the September. “Daddy, I want your large mancock in my tight pussy.” We texted back and forth all morning. He couldn’t get away, with work and class, until the night. The texting was great foreplay, as he kept saying his hole was still too tight, but he needed my cock in it anyway. And how he thirsty he was….on and on. Then, he found out his afternoon class was cancelled. He went home to prepare and a few hours later was at my door… He is always taller than I remember. I don’t have to lean down at all to kiss him hello. Tall and thin and hung. I send him down to the playroom to strip off as I do the same in my bedroom. I go down the back stairs. I have a very wet Dick Wadd gangbang playing on the big screen television. Piss Boy has dressed in Fem/slutty mode: a lacy crop top, knee high socks and a short skirt that covers his meaty cock stuffed into a cock cage. I toss my robe on the chair and lean against the fuck bench. Piss Boy goes to his knees and begins licking my cock through the jock. I manage just the tiniest blast of piss—just enough to let him taste it. He groans and redoubles his efforts. My cock grows. “Take it out and suck me properly.” He does, taking me to the root the moment the fabric is bunched to the side. Expertly. He drags up a load of deep throat spittle as he pulls off me. I catch the gooey mess and coat my balls with it. He is right there—licking it up and groaning in the back of his throat. I nudge him back to my cock. He tongues just the flared head. Then it’s down my full length. I hold his head in place for a mental count of three before I release. He pulls off sputtering—and happy. There’s more spittle—which I smear around my cockshaft. “I love your cock, Daddy. It is made for my mouth.” I pull him to his feet and look deep in his eyes. “You still want me to fuck you?” His answer is to kneel on the fuck bench. The skirt bunches around his waist. “Eat my ass, Daddy. Make it yours, just like my throat.” I kneel and eat his ass for a long time. It is so smooth—so different from most of the men I play with—it is a huge turn on. I try to piss on his crack, but for the moment the well is dry. I tongue him some more, stand up and rub my cock down his crack. He shivers. “Go slow. I know I haven’t stretched enough.” I go back to a kneel and work my tongue in. His hole is flowering open nicely. I lube up as I eat him out again. When I stand back up, I let my cockhead rest on his hole. I lean in slightly and the head begins to disappear. He gasps and I begin talking to him, telling him I have wanted this from the first time we met. Distracted, his ass unclenches and lets me in, in a slow single motion. My hips are grinding against his smooth bubble butt before he realizes it. And then he does: “Oh, fuck!! I’m so full.” I hold. And then I begin our first fuck. Slow and gentle. He is dripping precum through the cage. I give him a shallow fuck for the first few minutes. Now I am building fast. And he can take it. He even eggs me on: “Ruin my boycunt…harder!” So I put a foot up on the bench and give him every inch of my cock on every stroke. “Fuck me!” he croons. I pull out. He knows I am bringing my dick to his mouth. He eagerly licks me clean, savoring the taste of his ass. Now I can give him some piss. He swallows two quick spurts. A third piss spurt goes on his opened hole. I lick him clean before I fuck him again. More fucking. More piss. More ATM. He devours my fuck cock every time I bring it to him. We break, lying on the bed. I am on my back with my legs spread wide. He is between them—sucking the cock that has just given his ass so much pleasure. Cock. Balls. Back and forth. “Swing around and let me eat your ass as you suck me this way around.” It’s a great fit. My cock fills his throat and his now fucked hole is right in my face. We happily use our tongues, lips and mouths on each other, until we both want to fuck again. We move to the sling. It’s an easy entry at this point. His hole is mine for the night. I plow him until I’m breathless. I catch my breath by lying in the sling and letting him lick my balls. I am able to give him some piss, too. It shoots up and rains down on my hairy balls. With a moan, he slurps it up until they are piss free. I set up the rimseat by the edge of the bed, but get him back in the sling first. I fuck him. Harder now. “Do you want some piss in your ass?” “Yes, Daddy…Please…” he pants. I let fly. I can’t tell how full I am filling him. I fuck, churning it for a moment. We both love the sloshing sounds in his gut. “Rimseat.” I get under and he sits down. My piss dribbles out of his ass and into my mouth. He is moaning and his caged cock is dripping onto my chest. “This feels so dirty,” he murmurs. “So right…” I expect a gush of piss, but I don’t get it. I just give him a great rimming as I jerk myself. Suddenly, he springs off me, His mouth is on my cock. I grunt and can’t believe I’m about to shoot. But I do. Over and over. Piss Boy takes every drop of my cum as I squirm, trapped in place... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 26, 2022
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Ring Around Mark
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 It should come as no surprise that after the hot sex with Mark on my one evening at the bathhouse, that when I could go again a week later, I checked to see if he’d like to join me. His response: “Sure!” We agreed to meet at 7pm. I wondered if anyone else would be there that night… I am undressing at my locker. Jock is left on. Boots are being laced and tied. Behind me, I hear the swinging door from the shower area open. Well, someone’s around. I turn. It’s Mark. He sees me, too. He kneels in front of the curtains to the glory hole room. I lock my locker, toss my towel over my shoulder and go over to him. Without a word I press the pouch of my jock into his face. He inhales deeply. A satisfied sigh and he begins working through the fabric to get me hard. He succeeds. My cock is like a rock, jutting to the side. He finally leaves my cloth covered balls and takes my shaft into his mouth. At that same moment, a door to one of the rooms opens. A man sees us and comes over to watch. And stroke. His six incher is rock hard. It feels entirely natural for me to nudge Mark’s head over to suck the new man. Another guy arrives from the shower, still drying himself. His cock is fat, but there’s not much length as it erects to the scene in front of him. “Get his dick, too,” I murmur. I move Mark’s willing mouth over. The fourth man to arrive is hairy and hung. He has a good seven incher. I move Mark to welcome him to the group. He is now ringed by men wanting his mouth—all 50 + in age. We fist our dicks while waiting for our turn. And reach for the balls of the guy next to us. Mark is now on a breathless rotation. He goes, instinctively, clockwise, sucking the three incher, then the six, then the seven, moving on to me—and back again. Mark is rock hard. At first, he was stroking—now he doesn’t dare touch himself. He works the four dicks over and over, leaving them wet and dripping. “Who’s gonna fuck him?” asks the Seven Incher. “You can start,” I tell him. “Naw, I wanna see you do it.” I pull Mark up. He willingly bends. Now it’s the guys who move around him to get their cock sucked as I am on my knees eating his hot ass. I finally stand up, but he is just too tight. “Let me,” says Six Incher. He spits on his cock as I turn Mark’s butt towards him. His thin cock is the perfect opener. He fucks him hard—before turning Mark’s hips to me. I slide in as easily as I did a week ago. My fuck strokes push Mark forward onto the cock that was just in his ass. Seven Incher claps me on the shoulder with a “You go” and a “Thank you” to Mark. He wanders off. The smallest guy watches. I think he’s going to shoot. I encourage him to give it to Mark, but he never does. He moves off to the showers. Six Incher considers my offer to go again, but declines. “I’d blow a load and I don’t want to yet.” He leaves, too. Mark pulls off my cock—turns and kisses me. “That never happens to me,” he sighs. “Thank you.” I thank him by licking his wet ass. * We go upstairs to the small TV room. “Can I rim you again?” he asks. I nod. “How do you want me?” “On your back with those long legs in the air…” We spend the next 15 minutes or so with Mark slobbering over my hole while I encourage him. He tosses me a bottle of his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. He does, too. We both get lost for a what is only a moment—but seems so much longer. He remembers to kiss me afterwards—letting me taste my ass on his tongue… I thank him by fucking him doggy on the couch. * We decide to separate—and see what we each might find. I play with a Black guy who gives good head. He does not want me to touch his drooling cock. I wander. I see Mark on his knees on the outdoor deck, sucking Six Incher. SI waves at me through the glass door to come out. I join them. “Is he doing a good job?” “Hell, yes.” I sit next to Six Incher and stroke. Mark now splits his time between the two dicks. We move him back and forth—sharing his mouth equally. Six Incher sighs as Mark goes back to him. “He told me he ate your ass?” “Really well. Do you want him to do you?” “I want to see him do you!” I stand and bend into the chair. Mark is right there, poking into my still damp pucker. I groan and push my ass back onto Mark’s face. SI holds his head in place—all but smothering Mark as he eats me out. “Now fuck him.” We change places. My dick is going into Mark just inches away from Six Incher’s face. He strokes to the live porn show. “I’m gonna shoot.” Instantly Mark spins around and takes the load in his mouth. “Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out. “Drool some onto my cock.” Mark does. A creamy glob covers the top of my cock. “I am fucking you into him,” I tell Six Incher. “You are breeding him after all…” We fuck until Six Incher says he has to take off. “Let’s finish up in the sling,” I suggest. Once he is in place, I spend long minutes eating the cum I’ve fucked into him back out. It’s a quick fuck to give him a replacement load… * In case you missed it, my first encounter with Mark is three posts back: You Never Fucked Me The original on Blogspot is here: From My Side of the Sling: Ring Around Mark (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 5, 2022 -
Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—July, 2022 (This picks up immediately after Part One.) I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room. I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor. I just sit. I don’t stroke. I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal. I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there. The door opens. A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in. He has a shaved head. He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once, but is still impressive. He drops his towel. He’s impressive here, too. A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes. “Suck my dick,” he all but commands. I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded. I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft. He likes my mouth and says so. Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face. Hard. I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out. “Thanks,” he mutters. “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” He goes out to do just that. Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here. I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me. The porn is not great. I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open. “In here,” I hear a man say. In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room. The Otter sits at the other end of the couch. The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits. He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again. “Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles. They are far hotter than the porn. I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls. I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick. Do it.” The Latino looks up. “Do you mind?” “Please.” He crawls over, now between my legs. I finally see the Otter’s cock. He’s just above average. The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock. “You’re big. Damn.” He goes down on me. He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked. The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me. The Latino pulls off me with a sigh, and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls. I groan and ruffle his hair. He turns to the Otter. “I really want that in my ass.” The Otter nods. The kid turns to me. “I’m a slut, what can I say? Fuck me?” I stand up and pat where I have been sitting. The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out. It’s my turn: “Let me eat your ass.” (All right, I didn’t say asshole.) I burrow into him. He has not been fucked today. My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do. I begin reaming him out. I hear poppers open. The Otter is feeding them to him. “Do it,” the kid says. “Get it inside of me.” I push in. Slowly and steadily. The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts. I bottom out. “Fuck him hard,” says the Otter. I do. Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch. He groans. “So good…” I slap his ass and slow the fuck down. Longer strokes now. Letting him know just how long I am. I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast. I pull out and stand up to stretch them. “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.” Everybody loves this idea. He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth. I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor. We go at this for quite some time. Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch. He has not had enough. First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock. He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there. This is too much for the Otter. He coats his hairy chest with cum. Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers. The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door. My wet cock needs release. And I know where to go. Down the stairs to the dark room. The door is open. I go in, shutting it behind me. “I got fucked, but no load.” “You’re about to get mine.” I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily. I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole. But I really need to fuck. I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out. “Fuck you feel good. You fuck some others?” I speed up the tempo. “Yeah, a couple.” “But you’re loading me?” I fuck him a little faster. “You want it?” “Fuck, yeah.” I am now driving into his ass. My hand slaps his hairy cheek. “Say the words.” “Breed me, daddy.” I fuck harder yet. “I want your cum, man.” I am so fucking close. “Deep in your hole?” “Fuck yes!” And I explode. I grab his hips and hold on. My balls empty into his hot butt. I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load. I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 20, 2022 -
Indianapolis—July, 2022 On a full day off, I went back to the bathhouse. I mean, I needed to make the membership pay for itself. Right? I visited during the same lunch hour time frame. It was every bit as hot—or hotter… I am sitting in the small porn viewing area on the third floor. I have had an attractive man on my cock, but one with little talent. An older man now saunters in, his towel on his shoulder, his cock semi-hard. I have seen him here before from in previous years. He was once solidly built. It is sliding now that he is somewhere north of 68. He nods to me. I nod to him. He uses the couch to kneel in front of me. He bends over my cock and starts to give me wonderful head. It is wet and delicious. He groans as my cock swells and gives him several drops of precum. He swallows before his busy tongue now moves to my balls. Once they are wet, he stops and looks up at me. “What would make you really happy?” Before I can answer, he continues. “What would make me happy is for you to let me lick your asshole.” In answer, I hunker down so he can get at it. “Naw, not here. Come to my room.” Neither of us bother to cover our raging cocks on the short way to his corner room. “I’ve watched you fuck guys in the sling here. You are just the kind of guy I love to worship. Orally.” I sit on the bed as he tosses his towel behind the television (which is, of course, playing porn.) “I have always wanted to taste your hole.” “How do you want me?” “On your back...” he whispers. Then: “First.” I move to the edge of the bed and roll back, grabbing my knees. I feel really vulnerable and exposed. But the moment his tongue touches my pucker, I forget all that and just let him give me pleasure. The man groans. He slobbers on my hole. He tongues it hard and before backing off to gently lick it. Fuck, let a man do what he loves. My ass crack is incredibly wet with his saliva. My cock is dripping profusely. I wipe some off with my index finger and stick it in my mouth. Then I do it again—and feed it to the man who is giving me the terrific rimjob. The taste of my precum makes him work even harder. “Roll over onto your knees.” I do. He has to adjust his kneeling position so he can reach me. He eats me out, drilling into my now wet, and looser asshole. He groans again. Louder. I am sure he has just shot all over the base of the bed. He rocks back on his knees as I turn around. I get down, avoiding the pool of jizz, which is forming as it runs down the bed frame… * There is a bear in the same room as the bear I loaded on my last visit. I don’t think it’s the same man, but it’s hard to tell in the shadowy darkness of the room. I go in, and slip inside the guy’s butt. Nope. It’s not the same guy. He feels totally different. He just lets his ass go as loose as possible as I fuck—he has no tricks to clench down on me. I thank him and leave. I go to the basement deciding to steam for a bit. A blond, in his early 40’s is watching porn. He has a great, taut body. He is jerking like crazy. When he sees me on the stairs, he waves me over. “Would you twist my nipples so I can get off and get home?” I sit next to him, happy to help. I twist. He grunts and strokes. I lean in and nibble, he strokes faster. “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs. I lean in more and my mouth replaces his hand on his hard cock. “Oh, holy fuck…” he groans. And shoots. It’s a nice big load. I am glad he didn’t waste it. He thanks me and heads for the showers as I continue on to the steam. The door makes a deep swooshing sound as I open it, which means the steam is running. It is dark and the clouds of mist cling to me as I make my way to the back. I stand against the wall. Almost immediately, I feel a hand reach out for my half hard cock. I let the man I can’t see fondle me, then suck me. The steam kicks off and slowly clears. I like the picture it reveals. A big Bear is sucking my cock and jerking his own. A young Latino with two toned hair is sucking off an Otter. The Latino is on the floor so his ass is pointed right at me. My sucker tires quickly when I don’t instantly give him the load. He gets up and wanders off. I sit opposite the other pair. I can’t take my eyes off the Latino’s ass. He’s slim, late 20’s, and his butt is a spectacular bubble. There is a tat on his back—a true tramp stamp. The man he is sucking is in his middle 30’s. He is hairy and mostly thin—with a slight covid belly. I am sure the two know each other. I love that their hands are busy, too; a touch to the sucker’s head, the Latino caresses the thigh next to his busy mouth, the Otter reaching down to the Latino’s shoulders—and then on down to his ass. I am hoping for an invite to join. But it is not to be. I finally get up and move to the door. “Did you see the size of his dick?” I can hear the whisper,at the other end of the steam room. It has to be the Otter, as the Latino never looked at me. I go out and rinse off… * I wander. I watch some porn on the big couch with the four screens. A very hot man in his early 40’s is lounging in the door frame of a room that is over to my side. I am thinking about seeing what he is looking for just as another man moves to him. The door shuts. Almost instantly I can hear a fuck in progress. I wander. And come back to the lower level. The man’s door is open again, though he is now inside. I move to the door. The room is totally black. From the depths I hear “You can fuck me as long as you don’t use a condom like that last guy.” I toss my towel and water bottle on the floor. For a moment there is enough light from the phone in the bottom’s hand to see him and how he is positioned. He is on all fours, with his ass right at the edge of the bed and ready for me. The phone blacks out. I go to my knees and surprise him by rimming him. “Eat my slut hole…” he moans. He tastes great. There may be no other man’s juices in him, but having gotten fucked, his ass is responding by self-lubing. I burrow in and make him wetter. I stand up and pray that I can find his hole in the total darkness. I have no problem—I am by chance aligned perfectly. I sink into him in one stroke—making him moan. The phone, now off to the side and on his pillow, receives a text. It dings and lights the room for a few seconds. I really like what I see. This lithe man is not terrifically muscled, but he has worked on his body to be incredibly tight and taut. My hand comes down on his ass—the sound filling the small room. I hear poppers open—and a huff taken. I increase the speed of my fuck. My pubes smash into his hard ass cheeks with every thrust. The phone lights again. This time I notice that he has a bandanna tied around his eyes. He can’t even see the momentary flashes of the phone. It makes the hot fuck scene even hotter. I slow down and begin a slow deep dicking of his ass. He groans. “Let me roll over.” I pull out and he shifts. By chance the phone dings and I can see for four seconds where his ass is without fumbling. I fuck him hard. I touch his soft cock. He actually reaches down and takes it into his hand. His own touch hardens him up—I can hear him beating his dick as I plow into him. Finally, I stop. I don’t want to get off yet. I tell him I would love to load him if he is going to be here for another hour. He agrees. “Maybe I’ll have a load in me for you to fuck in.” “Find me if you get one,” I tell him as I blindly reach for where I think my towel should be. I find it and pick it up, just as his phone fires again. I find my water bottle by its light and promise I’ll be back… To be continued: Next time it was my turn to use the phrase “Let me lick your asshole…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse One: "Let Me Lick Your Asshole" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 19. 2022
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Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where part two left off... The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop… I lick his hole and swallow. It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more. Zane moves and I gasp for air. He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs. I go on a house tour. Upstairs on the third floor, the sling is busy. There is a dog pile of naked men on the bed where I took my nap. I go down a flight. There is no room on the bed in the guest room. I fuck the one bottom who does not currently have a top. Continuing my tour, a fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom. Going down to the main floor, there is lots of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables. I continue down to the darker basement. The place is packed. The two slings are busy, as are the beds and the couch. Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass rutting taking place on the double bed. He feels good, wet and very warm. It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is fucking him now… Hour Three I find myself back in the master bedroom. The fisters have moved to one side to make room for two couples to play. I move closer to see if they need another dick as a young blond boy stops me. “Zane sent me to find the guy in chaps.” “That’s me…” “I have two loads in my ass. Zane told me you’d like to eat them out.” I don’t answer; I just lead him to the rimseat. “Zane gave me one of them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat. He sits, tentatively. “First time on a rimseat? Just relax.” I dig in. The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change. My tongue goes deep into him. He groans—a mix of pleasure and surprise. “No one has ever,” he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.” My cock swells and I re-double my efforts. Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the two loads into my mouth. I clamp my lips around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck. The sperm flow increases. So much, I need to swallow quickly. I don’t get much more, but I keep trying. I hear the poppers open and the kid is now flying. I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds, must be feeding BB his dick. A moment later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me. I always love this moment—the anonymity of who is pleasuring my cock. Whoever it is has pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick. When he has taken all of me, I feel the familiar hairy butt of Zane. I think. I can’t be sure. I am concentrating on the furless butt above, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy. The guy who is feeding Blond Boy moves away. The guy on my dick, (is it Zane? Now I don’t think so…) is riding me faster and faster. Blond Boy groans again as another popper round hits. I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy on my dick? Both men are groaning as the poppers take them to new heights. I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the guy on my dick get my load. At least not yet. “We should switch.” So it is Zane. Blond Boy stands up, a little tentatively. Light streams in making me blink. The guys change over. Zane sits. His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum. I lick up into him repeatedly. He groans just as Blond Boy impales himself. Shit, that kid is tight—even after all my tongue work. He sits all the way down. Poppers happen and he is very vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on. A pair of combat boots is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane. This makes Zane’s hole tighten. I work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose. He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which makes his hole spasm. I get a dollop of cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result. I swallow greedily and keep licking. Blond Boy pulls off my cock. Someone else sits down on me, letting his ass get used to me. After a moment, the new guy starts riding. The boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up. He stands, bent over above me, supporting himself on the dresser behind us. Boots is there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a number of times tonight. He pushes his seven incher into Zane. I watch as Zane takes it—repeatedly. “Let him taste that,” says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane. Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole. I can hear him orally clean up the dick that just fucked him. “Take a hit,” says Combat Boots. Zane complies—and his hole flowers open as the poppers hit. I lick up his ass juices, while he squirms above me. “I gotta get up.” Zane stands, a little shakily. He is supported by the burly Combat Boots. I finally notice the hot Asian riding my cock. I grin at him—and he gets up, too, to stretch his legs. Zane reaches down to lift the seat for me. “Don’t do that,” says Combat Boots. “You lick top ass, too?” Without waiting for a reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat. “Now eat me out, dude…” My only slightly weary tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker… One more installment still to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 7, 2022. -
Jackson—February, 2022 This picks up immediately after the previous post: I sit back down and stroke for a bit. A few men come in to look, but not play. The next one in is around my age. He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair. He looks at me—and begins to strip. Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks. He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair. His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on. His body has definitely gone soft, plus likely some Covid weight. His cock is plumped, but not hard. I take it all in, but I can’t take my eyes off his nipples. They are huge. Erect. And pointing right at me. He sits down, and rather listlessly strokes his dick. Finally he looks at me—“Would you let me suck that magnificent piece of meat?” I stand and walk over. He reaches up, holding my cock at the base, just looking at it for a moment. Then he guides me between his lips while his hands go to working his nipples. He’s good. I like to use men’s mouths my age or older. Most of them have decades of technique. This guy is good—but not quite as good as I hoped. I knock his hand away from the closest nipple and twist it myself. He grunts. And I swear his sucking improves. I get the other one in my other hand and tweak it. “You can do that as hard as you want,” he tells me, coming up for air. I was pretty sure of that, but it’s always good to know. I twist and squeeze. He sucks. His cock stands up all on its own. I let go of one nipple and grab the back of his head. I start to fuck his face. What thumbnail I have is grinding into the swollen flesh of his nipple. He is whimpering around my cock. In a good way. Suddenly he pulls off me. I wonder if he’s shot. His cock is soft again and oozing, but no other load is evident. He thanks me—and moves to get dressed. I sit back down. I love watching his face as the T-shirt goes on and the fabric rubs those over stimulated giant cones on his chest… * I wander—but come right back to my alcove and chair. I have managed to catch the eye of a tall, handsome man somewhere in his 40’s. I sit down—and in moments he comes in, too. I get out my cock. “That’s even bigger than I thought you’d have…” he says softly. “May I?” I nod. He unzips himself as he kneels. “It’s always the tall, skinny guys with the big dicks…” I can’t disagree. His mouth connects with my cock. He is fabulous. I thought that bearded guy from the last trip here was great—but this man could give him lessons. His mouth is wet. I sigh. Active. With a great tongue. He teases my piss slit and I moan. There is just the right amount of suction. I actually reach down and unobtrusively twist my balls—so I don’t shoot. He pulls off my cock and, without direction, starts licking my swollen, hairy orbs. It’s his turn to groan. He stops long enough to say “You’ve been busy—I love the taste of ‘em.” He goes right back to nuzzling them. Licking them and only then, pulling them one at a time into his mouth. Tonguing every wrinkled inch of them. “Let me fuck your mouth.” I stand up—and the hot man takes my place in the chair. I begin slowly, but when I can see he can take me deep with each stroke, I give it to him. All of it. His cock has come out. He is now beating it as I thrust into him. We change back up—me in the chair and him between my splayed legs. He’s taking me deeper now all on his own. I close my eyes. I think I may be giving him a load soon. Suddenly my face is slapped with a very hard cock. I turn and it’s the Marathoner. He feeds me his dick with a grin. The angle is terrible for me to do much—and made worse by the thickness of his cock. Handsome man seems to love that I have a dick in my mouth—and seems to have no interest in sharing it with me. He’s quite content with mine. The Marathoner pulls out of me abruptly. He turns and grinds his ass into my face. My tongue easily finds his hole. I work him open until my tongue is poking deeply into his once tight pucker. Handsome man seems to love this—he is working faster and faster on me. And suddenly I know why. He stands up, I turn and he feeds me his dick just in time to shoot a massive load. I swallow and I still can’t help but let some run out of my mouth and into my beard. The Marathoner pulls up his pants and leaves the room. (He won’t want a mouth full of cum licking his hole.) Mr. Handsome pulls me up out of the chair and kisses me, licking some of his seed out of my beard. It’s a hot intimate moment—tuning out the blaring porn and the other men milling around. “See you around,” he tells me as he does up his pants, after seeing his cock has been cleaned so well, there are no last drops of cum. “I want you again.” But so in the five weeks since, I have never seen him… One more installment to come/cum…in a willing ass. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 15, 2022
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I was in my late-afternoon chemistry class when it happened. One minute I was diligently taking notes, and then the next a bead of sweat dropped onto my notebook smudging the ink. I started to feel warm and a bit light-headed. After ten and a half days, I finally had my moment. I had begun to think it wasn’t going to happen. Hell, a part of me was even relieved that it hadn’t. For a week and a half it was all I could think about. It was all consuming—even taking my sleep away from me. It was day and night after day and night of wondering and anxiety that I had done something unforgivable. Up until that moment, I thought I had successfully dodged it. I even began to convince myself of “never again.” I excused myself from class and stumbled into the men’s restroom. I took the empty stall at the very end of a row of aging, gray partitions—directly under the air conditioning vent. At least that would offer me some relief. Hanging my backpack on the door’s hook, I slumped down onto the toilet with my phone in hand. I leaned my head back against the tiled wall while the overwhelming smell of cleaning products made me nauseous to the point of almost retching. “I’m pregnant,” I texted Darren and then sat the phone down on the plastic toilet paper dispenser. I hadn’t been back to Jackhammers since my...adventure...with Darren in his office. For the first few days after our unplanned and somewhat unhinged romp, we talked every night. I exhibited ample depravity, and our chats always ended in a video call with me jerking off while stuffing something extraordinary into my asshole. And yes, he would have me pretend that it was his cock filling my insides. And yes, he would have me beg for his charged load flowing deep into my bowels. But, as the days drew on, I suppose the weight of what I had actually done began to weigh on me. I began to freak out just a little you might say. The mind-fuck of thinking you were part of “sure thing” by taking three deep loads of vial cum, and that there was no way you were going to get by without becoming positive, was made worse by not getting symptoms of the fuck flu. Each day that passed without getting sick, I began to tell myself that I was lucky. I was in the clear despite literally begging to be bred by Darren’s charged dick—three delicious times. Of course, there was always that chance that I was one of the few that wouldn’t display early symptoms. This too racked my brain with anxiety. But, the further I got from that night in his office, the more I had begun to believe I was going to be okay and that I would never have sex without protection again. The ping of my phone brought me back into reality and out of my mental spiraling for a moment. “Congratulations! I guess that makes me a proud father! Where are you?” Congratulations? Was he kidding? He gave me HIV and was congratulating me? It seemed completely fucked up. “A bathroom stall at school. It just hit me in the middle of class. I had to leave,” I typed. “You said you wished you could feel the moment you would know you got preggers. This is it, boy!” There was a brief pause before a picture of his hard cock appeared on my phone. “I’m so horny right now. Come by the club.” How could he be so horny by me telling him I’m sick? Of course I say that at the same time I feel my own cock getting hard in my jeans. Another ping to my phone. “??? Are you coming?” I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped my sweat-covered face and forehead. “Okay...be there in like 30 minutes.” “What the fuck am I doing?” I mumbled while stuffing the drenched toilet paper between my legs into the toilet. Standing up, I began to wonder if I shouldn’t just go home and directly to bed. Even as I pulled into the club parking lot I was still wondering why I didn’t just drive home. Despite my a/c at full blast, I had soaked though my t-shirt. I felt like absolute death as I typed into my phone, “Here.” “Come in through the back since we’re hours from opening for the night. Lock the door once inside.” “I could still go home,” I told myself even though it felt more like, “Why wasn’t I going home?”. I stumbled between the two parked cars near the rear entrance. One was clearly Darren’s—marked by colorful pride sticker on the bumper. The other was completely foreign to me. Once inside, despite my brain feeling like it was melting, I managed to remember to lock the door. Some ambient music seemed to be playing from the overhead speakers—definitely nothing like the club music we fucked to. I made a quick pit-stop in the public restroom near the bar area and deposited a sizable amount of the contents of my stomach into one of the toilets. I was hoping that may help alleviate my body crying out in misery, but that wasn’t the case. So, I did a quick rinse on my mouth from the sink; wiped more sweat from my brow and made my way towards Darren’s office while holding onto the wall for balance. “I should really be in bed,” I mumbled approaching his door. I could hear two distinct voices behind the door. The non-Darren voice must be the owner of the other car, but who was the unexpected mystery guest? “Well look who’s here!” Darren said with a booming voice as I opened the door and staggered inside. It wasn’t the site I expected to see. Besides a bottomless Darren, a slim and smooth twink was present—flat on his desk and bound exactly as I was. I was immediately jealous. I know...I know...I know you’re going to say, “Did you really think you were the first boy that had been locked up in those cuffs?” In my mind, I know it’s ridiculous to think I was first. But, in my defense, I didn’t expect Darren to already be mounting another boy less than two weeks after we had our...impromptu breeding session. Fuck it. Yes. I was jealous. I guess I wanted my special status to last longer than ten days. “Woah...you look like shit, man,” the twink chimed in. I shot him a look of utter contempt and disdain. “Proud class valedictorian. Liberty High Class of 2005,” I said. “Yeah! That’s me!” he said happy as a pig in a mud pit. “Hard to believe that was only a year ago.” “I’m sorry...what?” Darren interjected completely confused. “The bumper sticker on his car in the parking lot,” I replied while feeling my throat grow ever more sore by the minute. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above his couch on my right. The twink was begrudgingly right. I did look like shit—pale, sweat-soaked shirt and drenched hair from sweating like a whore in the front pew of church. Ugh...fucking twink. I mean, nothing against twinks, but as a tall, hairy otter, we’re kind of natural enemies in the great competition for cock. So, fuck ‘em I suppose. “Look at me about to fuck a brainiac,” Darren joked. “I was also a valedictorian. I just don’t put it on a bumper sticker on my fucking car,” I managed to get out while coughing. “Like 10 years ago though, right? And were you class president too?” the twink said. Fucking twink. He was only a year or two at max older than me. Fucking 10 years. “So, what the fuck is going on here with him?” I asked blatantly annoyed. “Eric here? I met him online. He was interested in a kinky first time.” “Who are you?” the smart-ass twink inquired. “I’m…” “My son,” Darren interrupted. “Like for real?” the twink responded bewildered. I too was taken back. “Yup,” Darren said turning to me and smiling. My cock sprung to life. Okay. I’ll play along. I walked over to Darren. I could see his bare cock dripping with excitement. I leaned in and Darren immediately began kissing me. His tongue slipped between my lips and teased mine in an erotic dance. I reached down and slid my hand up and down his throbbing shaft several times. As our lips parts, I scooped a helping of pre-cum from his swollen head and slipped my coated fingertips into my mouth. I moaned and sucked gently while savoring the delicious nectar. “Daddy’s cum tastes the best,” I cooed. “Wow!” Eric said. “You two are fucking hot. I wish my dad would play with me.” “Daddy’s a very special gift,” I said smiling while looking at Darren. “How are you feeling, son?” “I think I’ve got the fu…” “Flu?” Darren was quick to interrupt. “Mmmhhh hmmm,” I softly mused while turning to inspect Eric. I ran my fingers down his flat stomach, over his rather small but hard cock and let my my palm come to rest cupping his tight, hairless balls. “Cute,” I said seething with sarcasm. “You should look at his special place,” Darren said putting his hands on my shoulders from behind and pushing me down onto my knees. I was up close to his allegedly virgin pucker. I hated to admit it, and I wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, but it did look pink, smooth and delicious. Leaning in, I pressed the tip if my tongue against his hole. It was my first time eating ass, and I was definitely already enjoying it. Eric was too it seemed. He started to immediately writhe and moan. “Mmmhh that’s a good, son,” Darren moaned while shoving his hard cock near the side of my face. I reached up with my left hand and began stroking him while I continued to bathe Eric’s asshole in my spit. “Is it yummy?” I pressed my tongue into his hole and made a few swirls. “So yummy, Daddy.” Eric was about to have a seizure it seemed with his level or enjoyment. I could feel my own spit pouring out of my mouth and dripping down off my chin. It was like I was salivating eating my favorite meal. It just turned out my favorite new meal was twink ass. Darren turned my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat with one solid thrust. He left it there until my stomach spasmed and my body heaved. I blasted snot and spit out the sides of my mouth while he continued to forcefully hold my head in place. The room started to close in and my vision dim from lack of oxygen. Darren finally pulled out long enough for me to catch one half-breath before shoving his cock right back down my throat. It was at this point he began to throat fuck me complete with me sounding like a duck being murdered. “Ohhh fuck yeah,” I could hear Eric moan. “Fuck his stupid face.” It was then that I knew what I was going to do. My place in this situation would not be supplanted by an insolent twink. Darren was as hard as I could possibly imagine a cock could be when he stopped fucking my already sore throat. I stood up. “I think Eric’s pretty, little asshole is all lubed up thanks to my tongue. I bet he’s just dying to be fucked by you, Daddy.” “Oh god yes!” he squealed with delight. I reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a condom. I held it up and shook it back and forth while it hung still packaged from my fingertips. “Best to be safe for you first time!” I said. “Yes pleased. My parents would...they don’t know I’m…” “Shhh,” I shushed with my finger to my lips. I stood between Eric and Darren and unwrapped the condom. I started to slide it onto his enormous dick. I pushed it further down until the head of his cock broke through the tip. Looking up into Darren’s eyes, “There we go. Just perfect for Eric’s yummy asshole.” Darren smiled back at me. I moved to the side as Darren pushed his manhood into Eric. I was overcome with lust knowing what I had just done. Eric whimpered and begged for Darren to go slow at first, but beast Darren was back in action and paid no attention to the twink’s pleas. It was insanely hot watching Daddy fucking another boy in front of me. It was mind-blowing being subtly directed to eat Eric’s ass in preparation for what was taking place. Eric began to pathetically and annoyingly whimper and bemoan the plight of having Darren’s cock tear his virginal fuck-hole asunder. I looked over at Darren with a look of seething disdain. Eric wasn’t behaving as if he truly appreciated losing his virginity in such a glorious and primal act of carnality. Daddy mirrored my contempt in his expression. Despite feeling mere moments away from passing out, I knew how to take care of this. The last hour of profuse sweating that I had endured had already taken its toll on me and my clothes. As I peeled of my clothes, my shirt and underwear were completely soaked. Leaning over to slip my briefs off my feet, I caught a whiff of my nether region. I was...musky at best and more precisely beyond funky to the point of smelling like a rotting fish on a hot summer day. Tossing my clothes into a pile on Darren’s chair, I climbed onto the desk and straddled Eric reverse cowgirl—allowing my purified scent to envelope his face. “Ugh...you smell ripe,” he complained before resuming his agonizing moans. “I think we’ve had enough of your complaining. You need to be taught your place,” I chided. I pulled my ass apart and leaned back right against Eric’s mouth. I could feel his terrified breaths against my pucker. I could feel the delightful vibrations of his groaning and whimpering. “I think it’s time to repay the favor I gave you, class president,” I taunted while smiling at Darren in front of me. Eric was clearly hesitating so I pressed my entire ass over his mouth and nose. “I’m just not feeling a tongue up my asshole yet. I’m only hearing you whining like a bitch from taking dick like a disrespectful little shit. Get to eating my extra sweaty asshole.” “He’d better if he knows what’s good for him,” Darren said while starting to really pound Eric’s delicate ass. I could feel him twitching below me unable to breathe. He rattled his cuffs to no avail. “I guess he wants to pass out and let us do all sorts of horrible things to him,” I teased. Finally, I felt his tongue against my hole. “Come now...you can do much better than that. Eat with the same desire and hunger that I ate yours.” His tongue pushed inside me and I moaned in delight—the entire time his whimpers from Darren’s deluge of thrusts were transmitted into my own hole. “That’s a good boy,” I praised while lifting my ass up enough he could breathe again. After I bit, I leaned forward and watched Darren’s raw cockhead penetrating Eric over and over. I spit a huge glob of slippery snot and saliva onto Eric’s balls and watched it ooze down towards his protruding asshole. Darren pulled out just in time to catch my goo and push it into Eric’s hole with the head of his dick. “Fuck that was hot,” Darren moaned. My own cock was hard and in need of servicing. Lucky for me I had the perfect hole below me. I leaned back high onto my knees so my balls rested on Eric’s nose. “You did a...serviceable job on my asshole. That means you get to graduate.” I pressed two fingers from each hand into his timid mouth and began to pry it open. Darren watched in awe. He was seeing that I too had a latent beast in me clamoring to get into the light. “Open wide, slut,” I commanded. Eric slowly opened his mouth and I pressed my index and middle fingers from my left hand into his mouth. I pushed them deep into his mouth against his wide, wet tongue. He gagged and began to spit up a little but my fingers stayed in his mouth. “Mmmhhh...that’s a good faggot,” I teased while starting to fuck his mouth with my two fingers—always making sure to go deeper and deeper and elicit plenty of retching and glorious gagging sounds. I mean, fuck, there is something so hot about hearing a slutty, bottom gagging like a whore. Now I knew why tops loved throat-fucking someone. From time to time I would take my fingers out of his mouth. He would start to say something, and I would immediately force my fingers back down his throat while feeling my cock throb each time he’d choke and gurgle. Sometimes I’d add a little flair to the experience by also spitting directly into his gaping maw as my fingers pressed down on his tongue. I was in my own heaven. I finally stopped tormenting him with my fingers. Upon their withdrawal, he immediately gasped, “Please…” “Please? Sure! I hear you loud and clear.” I leaned forward onto all fours and pushed my cock into his mouth and started humping his face as hard as Darren was fucking his ass. We were in unison with every mutual stroke. Darren put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down towards Eric’s humble but hard cock. I didn’t really want to give Eric the satisfaction of his cocklet in my mouth after his previous verbal digs, but Daddy was the one in charge and I gobbled up his smooth dick. Again, I wouldn’t admit it aloud to anyone in the room, but his dick did taste just as delicious as his asshole. Regardless of this, I wasn’t going to let up my assault on his throat, and I damn sure wasn’t going to be making him cum. And if by some miracle his did squirt his pathetic spunk into my mouth, I’d be immediately spitting it into his own mouth for recycling. Someone has to think of the environment! “Mmmhhh that’s fucking sexy,” Darren moaned. “My son playing with my new toy...mmmh yeah. Daddy is so close to cumming.” I could already tell he was about to secretly explode deep in Eric’s guts. Daddy finally let out a beastly roar and kept his dick deep in my enemy’s hole. I watched with my mouth full of cock as Daddy’s balls spasmed—ushering his toxic seed along its path into Eric’s bowels. “Stupid, asshole twink,” I thought to myself as my own cock was close to climaxing. Darren pulled out and I could see some drops of cum beginning to build up on the tip of his dick. I quickly hopped off of Eric and re-positioned myself between him and Daddy. I place my hardon below his so his seed dripped onto the head of my cock. It felt other-worldly. “Can I fuck him too, Daddy? Pleeease?” I moaned with a smile. “But it’s your first time fucking. Daddy has to teach you how to do it correctly,” he smiled back. He milked his cock so that even more charged cum covered my own. Placing his hands on my hips, he pushed me forward so that my gooey head pushed on Eric’s pulsating asshole. Eric moaned wildly—completely oblivious to our clandestine debauchery. “Now you just push forward like this,” Darren said while cupping my ass with his hands and driving me forward. My cum-covered cock slipped inside Eric with minimal effort. Feeling his warm, wet, freshly-fucked asshole enveloping my cock made my balls tighten and my mind race. These novel sensations were completely unexpected. I was suddenly delirious with lust. I knew that my own seed wasn’t going to convert Eric, but there was a new part of me that caused me to suddenly feel that I should fuck my load into a pure, unspoiled bottom’s insides. Once a self-professed power-bottom, the fuck-flu had unleashed a hidden part of me that I never would have suspected existed. I could feel the weight of Darren’s semi-hard cock against my own ass. I reveled in the sensation of little drips of hismcum running down in-between my cheeks. He moved his hands back to my hips and began pulling me back and forth. And while my cock was nowhere near the girth of Darren’s, I still had a nicely-shaped mushroom tip that loved to pop in and out of Eric’s achingly raw asshole. My manhood was enough to still make the snotty valedictorian whimper and whine each time I stuffed my own manhood deep into his unsuspecting and abused bottom. Watching his insides start to come out with each thrust became a visual obsession. I wanted to fuck him harder and harder until I broke him and felt my own cum coursing out of my meat and into his guts. Daddy slid his hand off my hips and up and under my arms. He pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples while I ruthlessly pounded away at this living fleshlight. Leaning over my shoulder, he whispered into my right ear, “Fuck your poz load into this little faggot.” I grunted and moaned as sweat continued to drench my body. My fever felt like it was cooking my brain. “Daddy is so proud of you. We’re going to charge up so many bottoms together when I’m not busy having yours whored out to every diseased cock in town. Cum in him...now..” “Fuuucckk!!!” I yelled out. It felt like my entire body was seizing up the moment as I unleashed my first load as a breeding top. Darren’s hands immediately went back to cupping my ass. He firmly held me in placed as I felt the spurts of cum travel down my shaft and into Eric’s busted hole. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned as my cock began to retract. “Good boy, son,” Darren whispered into my ear. After my cock slipped out of Eric, I rushed into Darren’s private bathroom. I looked at my drained and exhausted face in the mirror. “You’re poz now,” I whispered to my sickly reflection. My head was spinning out of control, and I was mentally unable to really process what was happening. All I knew was that I became a different person that afternoon. Treating Eric like a disposable object was exhilarating. I loved being on the other side of the equation for the first time. I turned the cold water on and grabbed a washcloth. I wiped my sweaty face clean—the cool water bringing some relief to my raging fever. I poked around in the cabinet for Advil, but it all seemed rather pointless knowing that I didn’t have a regular cold or seasonal flu. This was different. This was a sign of something permanent. Returning from the bathroom, I saw that Eric was already gone. Darren was standing there stroking his hard cock. “There’s my surprise of a lifetime,” he said. “Come,” he added with outstretched arms. What I took for an impending hug as I drew closer turned out to Daddy grabbing me and bending me over his desk. As he kicked apart my feet with his own he remarked, “You look fucking hot with my fuck-flu.” He spread my cheeks and pushed his engorged member against my hole before spitting. “I’ve been jerking off nightly thinking about you begging me to poz you that night. It’s all I’ve been able to think about really,” he said while forcing his dick inside me. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned while white-knuckling the edges of his desk. “And how you were with Eric,” he grunted while digging this fingering into my fleshy hips. “Eating his ass...making him eat yours...having me stealth him…” I was reliving every nuance and feeling as he spoke. “Mmmmhh were your surprised?” “I hadn’t for sure planned on pumping his preppy ass full. You made that happen. You had me fuck a charged load into him.” “Mmmhhh it felt so good to be so bad, Daddy.” “And the best surprise of all...my total slut-bottom boy wanting to fuck his first fuck-flu load into someone. That little bit of magic is why you’re getting another load from Daddy right now.” “Mmhhh yessss,” I cooed as the desk rattled like it was being shaken apart bolt by bolt. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t care how sick you feel. You are mine. This body is mine. This hole is mine.” He palmed the top of my head with his right hand and bent it backwards. “This brain...every thought...every desire or wish...all mine.” “Oohh god,” I moaned somewhere between nirvana and hell. “Do you understand, son?” “Yes…” “Tell me then…” “I belong completely to you, Daddy. I’ll become and do everything you desire.” He let go of my head as he buried his balls up against my hole and pumped me full of my first load in almost two weeks. “Fill me up...pleeeease,” I said with my body depleted and collapsed onto the desk. “Every day...do you understand? You’re going to be bred every day by at least me. You’re quitting school and moving into my place tomorrow where you will be branded and live a new life as my personal plaything. Is that understood?” “Mmmmh yes,” I immediately replied in a foggy state of perverted bliss. “When?” “Tomorrow, Daddy,” I whispered half-asleep bent over his desk and filled with seed. My mind was awash in vague thoughts about starting a new life with Darren. I could see the innumerable shadows of the men that would be breeding me without compassion or regard for my well-being. I could also see all the naive bottoms that I would get to violate and impregnate with my own viral deposits. “That’s a good, slut,” he said as he pulled out of me. He helped me to my feet and plopped me down on his couch. “You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow your life belongs to me.” As he tossed a light throw over my naked body, I slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep realizing that when I awoke, everything would be forever changed.
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Farewell to Palm Springs
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 I was flying out at an ungodly time on Tuesday morning. Monday was going to be spent exploring Joshua Tree National Park. That left Sunday to be the last day of sex. Jay and I decided to return to the gay resort that might as well be an outdoor bathhouse right down the hill from his house... We arrive around 11 am, with our packed lunches for later. We set up under an awning with a view of the pool. The crowd is thinner than Wednesday…but we are thinking that there will be a lot of men who were here for the weekend checking out—and will want to get off one more time before going home. We go cruising. The porn viewing area has a couple of men. We go to the air conditioned sling room. A few men are stroking to porn here, too. Jay hops up on the exam table. He’s on his back, legs high and spread. I kneel and eat his hole. In moments he has a man in his mouth. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I work him open with slow, insistent strokes. I invite the man in his mouth to fuck him. He is handsome, just a shade younger than me and with a series of exquisite tattoos on his chest and thigh. He grins and comes down. He has a long, thin dick with a large PA. I make room and he sinks into Jay. He fucks him hard and fast. The moment he pulls out, Jay rolls off the table and cleans his cock. “Will you fuck me?” asks PA guy. I agree and he crosses the room and gets in the sling. Jay moves to the side to play with his nipples as I lick PA Guy’s hole. He has had a busy weekend. His hole is puffy—though seemingly not used this morning. I spend a lot of time sucking, spitting and rubbing my beard around his ass as he groans his appreciation. I stand up and insert. He is one of those men who know how to use his hole. He squeezes at just the right moments of my insertion. I fuck him slowly. He is getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of my hard dick. I build to a faster pace. I am now really fucking him with all my strength. His cock is rock hard. I love watching the PA jiggle with each thrust. I stop suddenly. I pull out—I just have to taste his over juiced ass. I go to my knees and push my face between his spread cheeks. His ass jizz puddles on my tongue. I swallow most it—and stick some of it back into his hole for the round two fuck. I rise—and slide into him. He grunts. Jay twists his nipple and occasionally bends to lick up the pre-cum drooling out of the man’s sizable cock. I only stop fucking him when he finally asks for a break. I do one more clean-up of his hole with my tongue before I help him out of the sling. Jay loves the guy’s ass juices one my throbbing cock… * The resort was to have sponsored a fisting event this weekend. It has been cancelled as an event, but there are many men here who came to the resort anyway. I find one I talked to online in his room. I spend a happy 45 minutes working his wide open hole until he has to get to the airport. * I fuck a guy in the barracks sling. I suck some cock there, too. And let many men do mine. It’s hot. I head back to the air conditioned porn room. I sit in a low chair under one of the screens. Almost instantly I have an older man in my mouth. A younger guy crawls between both sets of our legs, knocks my hand off my dick and sucks me. We go on like this—and attract more men of every description. Other spectators begin sucking the man next to them. A new man gives me his cock when the first man pulls out of my mouth. No one seems to be trying to get off. There are now ten of us giving or getting head. Partners keep changing. There is yet another new man in my mouth and a new guy is on my cock as the young one is now sucking off another daddy to my right. We keep changing dicks—some going from the fellated to dropping to their knees. We are a Bosch painting come to life. And without any visible reason, the men begin to disappear and within a minute, I am the only one in the shed… * “I’ve been looking for you.” It’s the leg tatted, PA guy. “Will you fuck me until I shoot? I need to get out of here.” We go back to the porn shed with the sling. I spend even more time eating his ass. I can tell he has found another top this afternoon. I savor the man’s seed he left behind in this muscular ass. I stand up—and indicate my mouth is full. He nods…and I slowly drool some of the stranger’s cum into PA Guy’s mouth. He savors it, swallows and we kiss. My cock is in his ass crack as we squirm together. I reach down and it is an easy insertion—barely breaking the kiss. We tongue fuck each other’s mouths as my cockhead swells and drools. I straighten up and begin the fuck. Slow and easy. He jerks his cock. I spit on it—and give him a dollop of lube from the tiny bottle in my jock. His eyes roll up into his head as I pick up the tempo. I can tell he’s close. And, remarkably, so am I. I pause a moment to eat his ass one more time. A kiss. We relish the taste of the ass jizz and cum still clinging to tongue. We are both on the edge. He blasts first—and the spasms of his ass squeeze me until I erupt and replace all the sperm I have eaten out of him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Farewell to Palm Springs (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 13, 2021 -
I’m a 24 year old submissive black guy, looking for a dominant white guy to degrade me and use my throat. Will provide pics and info if you’re interested. If you have friends who want head too, that’s even better.
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G/W/M looking for men 55+ that need a session of complete oral service--front and rear. Host/Travel
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For some reason, I really don't like when a guy's perineum, crack and anus are referred to as his taint. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't affect my enjoyment of stories and I'm certainly not judging what guys call their body parts. The word just doesn't seem right, and I wouldn't automatically use it. I think I'd ask a regular partner not to, as well. Thing is, there's nothing tainted about it. I think the problem might come from the lack of slang terms, in comparison to penis slang... What do you guys think?
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Near Home—August, 2021 Because the last trip to the bookstore had proved to be worthwhile (and ball draining) I went back a few days later. It was a Thursday evening, who knew it would be hot from the moment I walked into the gay theatre…? A very large man is sitting in the cocksucker’s chair. He smiles at me as I pass him and sit against the wall. He is likely twice my weight. His dark skin shines in the half light of the reflected video. I take out my dick. The porn is good if not exceptional. I get hard fast. The large man makes my least favorite cruising signal—he lasciviously licks his lips. I sigh and look back at the screen. Then he is on his knees and crawling across the room to me. I look down as he arrives, rather laboriously, between my legs. I have to make a decision…and I take my hand off my dick, allowing him access. He sinks down on my cock. Holy fuck! He has the best mouth I have had in months. It’s roomy and wet and he creates a suction that makes my cock drip. I sigh in absolute pleasure. He pulls off my cock and goes for my balls, licking them gently with a tongue that feels huge and pliable, but delicate. He burrows down under my balls, too. He sucks my testicles delicately…not trying for both of them in his mouth at the same time. He’s great and I tell him so. His eyes crinkle at the edges—and he goes back to Hoovering my dick. The door opens. A hot otter enters. He is white, maybe mid 30’s with a shaved head. He is in shorts and tee, showing off his hairy arms and legs and tufts of chest hair at the neckline. He watches us for a moment, opens his shorts and feeds me his long, thin dick. I try to give him as good head as I am getting. I tongue his piss slit. I deep throat him easily, it being long and thin. I lick his balls exactly as the man below me is now doing mine. The Otter pulls out of my mouth. He bends—and the Man on the floor lets him suck my cock—because he wants to taste the Otter. The Otter is good, but he is up against pretty unbeatable oral competition here. I do enjoy watching the Man on the floor get his first taste of the pre-cumming Otter. He grunts his approval and swallows him down. The Otter can’t stay bent for too long, so he straightens up. I slide to the floor. The Man graciously lets me suck him again. I am filled with Otter cock as the Man pulls the Otter’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles. The Man squirms around and plants his face in what must be incredibly hairy ass cheeks. The Otter gasps. I can only imagine what that relentless tongue must feel like in his hairy crack. Two or three more men arrive as we work him over. They stay to the sides and watch the show. Suddenly it is too much for the Otter. He convulses and begins to fire a rather watery load into my mouth. The first couple shots are so strong they hit the back of my throat. The next few pool on my tongue. I coat his cock with them—and lick him clean, holding onto his balls so he can’t pull out. When I’m satisfied his cock is spunk free I let him go. The Otter steps to the side and gets dressed, rather shakily. He leaves, patting the Man who rimmed him on the shoulder and me on the head. I get back in my chair—and Man goes back to sucking my cock… * The room has filled. Almost a dozen men. The Big Man has resumed his original chair. He has sucked a number of men as they come in. I have had one other guy on my dick—an amateur by comparison. I am just leisurely stroking now. The door opens. A dapper, trim, just turning middle-aged, white man enters. He is in a dress shirt and suit pants. Rarely do you see good clothes here. He looks around and undoes his belt. He removes his pants, folds them and places them on a chair next to me. Then the shirt comes off, and is folded and stacked with the pants. He is left in loafers and backless designer underwear. He kneels and begins sucking my dick. This galvanizes the room. If cocks weren’t out before, they are now. The man sucking me is good at licking but can’t take any depth at all. He pulls off me pretty fast and looks up into my face. “Fuck me with this thing.” I stand and pull my chair away from the wall. The dapper guy kneels on it. I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the ass crack framed by Andrew Christian. A white trucker type comes over and feeds the man his beer can of a dick. I get his hole good and wet before I stand and lube my cock a little bit more. I slip in. Much more easily than I expect. I am balls deep on the first stroke. The man grunts his satisfaction around the dick in his mouth. I begin to fuck. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Big Man go to his knees again. He comes behind me—and my ass crack connects with his velvety tongue on the backstroke. Fuck—no wonder the Otter blew so fast with both our mouths on him. I slow my fuck stroke a little, so I can grind my ass into the Man’s face. The Trucker cums, deep in the Dapper Man’s mouth. A Latino, a regular, steps into place as the Trucker leaves. I pick up my pace. A third man, on the other side of the Dapper Man’s head, is slapping a hard cock on his neck, head and face. The Dapper Man goes back and forth on them. One in his mouth, a hand on the other. Endlessly switching who gets his mouth. I fuck faster. “You want my load?” I bark out. He grunts around the cock currently in his mouth. The third man in, the slapper, suddenly erupts all over the Dapper Man’s face and hair. It’s all I need. I bury my cock deep in the hot ass I am reaming out and shoot. I feel the big Man behind me drill into my hole with his tongue. I stay in place letting him eat my hole—and still as he moves down, trying to find stray cum on my balls. I start to pull out. The man getting sucked starts to shoot in the guy’s mouth—but it’s too intense for him and he pulls out—shooting even more semen on the Dapper Man’s face. I am cleaned up by the big Man, who savors the mix of cum and ass jizz. I see him move in to felch my load as I do up my pants, slap the Dapper Man’s ass and take off…. To see the original, and read the comments, go here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-three-free-for-all.html
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I know this is probably weird, but I've been wanting to spend a day and/or night eating anonymous ass. I've never manned a glory hole, but I've been thinking about trying it - except I'd want to exclusively devote myself to eating ass. Since I'm not experienced with glory holes and don't know anyone who is, I figured I'd ask if this is something tops and bottoms would be interested in. If I advertised a glory hole that was designed exclusively for men to give me their assholes to feast on, would it be appealing? Or is it a dumb idea that I should forget about?- 17 replies
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I used to frequent a park that had one of those old fashioned outhouses. The Men's s And Women's were quit a distance apart and on a secluded path that led up from one of the parking areas. The toilet was a simple concrete shed, with two shutters side by side. Whitewashed, with dirty concrete floor. No door, just a screen. A small slatted window. The smell of shit was strong as it was built over a cesspool. On a summer afternoon I seated myself on one of the shitters and waited. After a while I heard footsteps on the gravel path outside, and in came a state trooper! Tall, middle aged, trim with blue eyes and light brown hair. He nodded to me and proceeded to take off his hat and gun belt and hang them up, undid his uniform trousers and took the seat next to me, giving me a casual nod. I couldn't help taking in his furry legs and very large uncut dick. I was petrified. I kept my eyes down wondering if this were a set up, and if I should leave. After a bit of silence, he lit a cigar, and commented, " beautiful afternoon, isn't it,? I agreed. He did his business ( I'm a raunch pig and all this turned me on) and continued to enjoy his stogie. I glanced over and saw he was stroking his now huge pecker. He caught my look and said" like what you see boy?" I replied Yes Sir, but I don't want to get arrested." He just chuckled and drawled, " get over here and take care of this". I was kneeling in front of him in a flash. I had that magnificent cock in my mouth, going to town. He put a hairy paw on the back of my neck and guided my sucking. After a while he told me to stop, but kept his dick in my mouth. Then he ordered " swallow" and " Don't spill any" and let loose a stream of very strong coffee urine which I gulped down as fast as he could piss." " Good boy, now suck me hard again" . I did. Bending forward a little, he ordered me to wipe him clean. I complied. Having me smell it he pitched it down the toilet, and standing up, dragged me to my feet, turned me around and had me brace myself against the wall, straddling the toilet. Without a saying a word he spread my butt cheeks and rammed all 10 inches right into my hole. Holding my neck he fucked me violently. Whispering in my ear " take like a man, faggot". It hurt so bad I almost cried, but managed to stay quiet. He developed a rhythm of thrusting, almost pulling out,then ramming back in. As my ass got used to it, I gripped him with my ass muscles as he withdrew to shove it in again. And again. Finally he got faster and faster and with a loud "Sheeiittt" blasted cum deep in my guts. He stayed in for a while breathing heavily, then, soft now, withdrew and presented himself for me to clean his cock. He also gave me some more piss to drink. "You're quite a talented pig, faggot boy" he complimented me, as he re-lit his cigar, pulled up his pants and tucked himself in and got dressed. Putting on his hat, he once again nodded and began to leave. But before he went out the door, he gave me the instruction " keep my spunk in you faggot pussy. Later, shit my man juice in a cup, jerk off into it, then drink it. Don't wast a drop. I'll see you again. And drawing on his cigar, turned and left in a cloud of smoke. I just stared after him for along time in amazement and lust. That night I did indeed do what he told me, shitting out a couple of ounces of his cum, and adding my own, savoring his domination and manliness as I drank it.. it was the hottest thing that I ever experienced. And there was more to come...
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An Afternoon Orgy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—April, 2021 By April, the host of the group that I attend in Grand Rapids was ready to host again. He talked to me by text. He wanted to start small—do a sort of All Star mini group. He wanted men he knew were vaccinated. Men who loved to fuck and were ready for sex. I agreed with him—and in 24 hours he let me know he had the men and had set the date. He also asked me to bring the rimseat and my sling chains. “You need my sling?” (I was surprised. I knew he had two.) “No, just the chains—Get here a little early…” I couldn’t wait to finally be in a group again. On the day, I packed the stuff he requested and set off… I do indeed get there early. We hug. He tells me there would be just half our regular sized group—eight men. I know all but one he names. I set up the rimseat. The upstairs now has a wall built along the stairs—so there is a separate bedroom and playspace. The rimseat and the sling are both in the playspace. My host has a ladder waiting by the sling. “I want to hang this sling above the regular one…so I can get my ass eaten by you when you are fucking another guy.” He climbs the ladder. A few clicks onto the other set of chains and the upper sling is ready. He climbs in. It is at the perfect height. I bury my face in his spread butt cheeks for the first time in over a year. The door opens and closes downstairs. The guests are arriving. It is a small group—but one that can’t wait to get naked and play. Soon we are all in the bedroom. Men are sucking and licking—moving from cock to cock. I eat the Host’s ass again—as he is on all fours with another top’s cock in his mouth. I feel a man moving between me and the bed to get at my dick. I don’t even have to look to see who it is…I just try to give him room to suck. Another man goes from sitting on the bed to sprawling ass up. We all shift. We are now a massive dog pile of sucking, slurping men—giving oral to any and every dick or ass near us… * I fuck the host. First on the bed and then in the sling. Soon, the Top who loves me to open a hole for him, comes into the playroom—his cock very wet. I make room for him to take over fucking—but first I lick someone’s ass juices off his dick. I watch his massive cock split our diminutive host in two. I move around behind the standing top and stick my tongue in his ass on his backstroke. He groans—giving me encouragement to proceed. The Top’s boy comes in and crouches down to give me head as I stay in place to service his partner. Soon I end up fucking the boy on the floor—so this partner can keep fucking the host—but watch me use his boy’s ass. We change around. The host climbs the ladder and gets in the top sling. The other bottom gets in the main sling. It works perfectly—my dick sinks into one ass and my tongue in another. The other Top strokes his cock, occasionally giving it to his boy to suck. Then the Top tries out the double decker sling. He loves it. We go back and forth, ravishing both holes open to us… * Later. I am under the rimseat. The Top’s boy is sitting on my face. Someone is riding my cock—but I have no idea who it might be. The wet hole on my mouth is incredible. He has taken every dick here at some point during the proceedings. He isn’t loaded…but he is so wet he might as well be. Suddenly he is pulled off my face. His partner bends him over and fucks him, standing there above me as I watch. “I know you love this,” he barks out, as he rails into his partner. He suddenly pulls out. “Now sit!” The even wetter hole is instantly on my tongue. I go as deep as my tongue will allow. The boy moans—loving the feel of me reaming him out. He is pulled up again. “Fuck my boy. Right here, so the fucker down there can see.” I see the guy I don’t know slide into the wet ass I have been eating. I feel whoever was impaling himself on my cock get off. His ass on my cock is replaced by his mouth, cleaning me up. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” croons the stranger. I watch his body shake as he drops a load. He keeps his dick in the boy—marinating in his own seed. Finally he pulls out. A big splat of cum falls on my forehead. I wipe it up and put it in my mouth—just before the boy sits. “Feed him!” his partner instructs. His ass opens and the cum escapes his hole and into my mouth. I feel my Host’s tight ass slide down on my cock at that very moment. It is too much. I shoot, bucking up into him as I swallow every drop of cum that I can get out of the spasming ass above me… Here is the original post on the blog....where there are more than 11 years of posts: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/an-afternoon-orgy.html -
"You Still Eat Ass?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
South Central Michigan—March, 2021 I went back to the same bookstore one other time in March. It was all but deserted… But being me, I still had some fun… I am sitting and stroking to the straight porn in the main area. There is a cross dresser, hidden from view, in the Trans area. I can’t tell if he wants to play or is just luxuriating in watching porn fully dressed. There is a man in the Gay area, too, but he has fallen asleep. I sit and stroke to two guys on the big screen TV—one Caucasian and one Black— working over an incredibly petite Asian woman. She is currently taking the two huge dicks together. I love seeing them rub together as they plow her. The door from the lobby opens and closes—hidden from me by a divider wall. The newcomer rounds the corner. He is a man with a shock of silver hair. His mask covers most of his face. His body is slim and he quickly removes his heavy coat as he checks the Trans area. He walks back and his eyes see my cock for the first time. He slows—but goes on the other side of the room to check out the gay area. A moment later, he comes back and sits on the couch that is next to my chair. He sits on the side away from me—so he can see me more easily and I him. He unzips and takes out a beer can of a dick, with a thick looking foreskin. He fists it, sometimes looking at the porn, more often at me. I stop, shift the mask and drink from my water bottle, then settle the mask back in place. My drinking gives him a full view of my dick. And he loves it. I watch him jerk harder. Moments later he rises and comes over to me. “Can I suck that?” I nod and he kneels. His mask comes off and he goes to work. It is not the best blow job I’ve ever had, but nice. And he loves what he’s doing—which makes up for the occasional lapse in technique. He continually strokes himself—sliding that mass of extra skin over his glans. He gets immense extra credit for tonguing my balls without being told. And he doesn’t suck them into his mouth until they are thoroughly wet—and then they slide right in. He even pulls me forward and licks my taint…stopping just before my tight pucker. This last really excites him. His hand is working his cock furiously. It makes a repetitive wet, slick sound we can here over the squeals of the woman on the screen. “Don’t waste your load,” I tell him. He grunts. And instantly stands up. I rip off my mask. His thick cock jabs into my mouth. His foreskin does not retract, he just spews through it. When he’s done, I use my hand to pull it back and clean his dick of all the stray cum. He squirms a little—but let’s me do it. He thanks me and leaves. A steep admission price for his maybe 15 minutes… * Almost an hour later I am ready to go. There has been no other play. The porn keeps changing loops—often cutting off the cum shots. But the door opens again. A tall, lithe man comes in jeans and windbreaker. He looks vaguely familiar but with his mask I can’t really tell. He may think the same—he nods at me as he makes the tour—only to find we are now all alone in the place. He comes back and sits on the couch. He pulls out his dick. It is every bit as big as mine. And maybe a shade longer. We stroke in silence. He has pulled up his shirt to expose a tight and tautly muscled chest…fuck, he’s familiar. “You still eat ass? And now I know—even with his mask on. He’s the runner—dubbed the Marathoner on here—who back when I started the blog had been a regular, but who I haven’t see him in years. (Eight years it turns out when I check on here later.) He often lets me suck his massive cock for a moment and then wants his hole tongued. No fingers, no dick, no fucking. Just my mouth and my rimming skills. “No one eats ass like you used to…” I get up. I kneel and go for his dick head. He pulls it away and pushes my face down into his hairy nut sack. My tongue starts to caress the hairy orbs, using the same technique I had just experienced. Instantly they pull up into his body. His hand goes to my head. He pushes me down to his hole, bringing his legs up to his chest. It is as tight as ever. I lick across it, reveling in his hairy taint. I get the first groan from him. “You filthy fucker—you know just how to do it.” I burrow in. I spit repeatedly on his hole. I prod at it, my tongue pointed and hard. Suddenly it opens and I sink into him. He grunts. Now, as my tongue begins to fuck him, he begins to whimper—jerking his dick with long, hard strokes. I plant my entire mouth on his pucker and suck. I am rewarded by his ass lips swelling with blood and protruding into my mouth. He moans again, reaches down and pulls my head tighter into his ass—cutting off my air. Finally, his legs come down and I can breathe. “Turn over, on all fours,” I tell him. His head hits the wall when we try it on the couch so we switch to my chair which is pulled out at an angle.. His whole hairy butt is presented to me. I go back to running my tongue down his entire crack. He moans and jerks. His balls have re-emerged with gravity. I lick them until they pull back into his body. I ravage his hole again. I pry his cock from his steely grip and lick the back side length of it. He is juicing. I use my finger to get the pearl of pre-cum off it. I smear it on his hole. He feels it and whimpers again. My tongue pushes it deep into his hole. I spit and push that into him, too. He is stroking again. I think he is on the verge. I burrow in. He fires. Over and over. A huge puddle of cum on the leatherette upholstery. He gets up gingerly to avoid the pool of jizz and thanks me. He all but runs to the bathroom to wash. I look at the cum. 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The weather seems to be getting cooler, so yesterday I took advantage of a sunny and warm-ish day to arrange a hook-up with a man on one of the local nudist/cruising beaches. I got there a bit ahead of time, found a nice spot and texted the man directions for where he could find me, arse-up on a towel and ready to get fucked, and then I went for a quick swim and dried off in the sun. He found me, and basically he just got naked, lubed up and began fucking me. This meeting was 100% about him sticking his cock in my arse and nothing else. And he was a good fucker; a bit rough, and basically just a piston hammering away inside my hole. Fine by me! He came pretty quickly, and in no time he was dressed and had left me lying there with a wet, bred hole. I laid around for a while, hoping somebody might come by and be tempted, but it was a pretty slow day so in the end I packed up, got dressed and decided to head to another local cruising ground to see if I'd have any luck there. I had kind of known from the beginning that I might end up doing that, so I had been wearing a jock strap under my shorts when I went to the beach. They're great for cruising when you just don't want attention on anything by your arse! So I got to the cruising area and walked into the wooded area and pretty soon a stranger was following me. I pulled my shorts down a little to the back, revealing the jock strap and a bit of my crack, just so he could be in no doubt about what I was interested in, and it didn't seem to put him off, so I went into a sort of bushy area that offered a bit of privacy. He followed me, so I pulled my shorts all the way down and leaned forward against a tree. Well, this man was different from the first! He got down on his knees behind me and began rimming me, and he seemed quite turned on when he realised I already had a load in me. He was definitely digging in there with his tongue! And kept going... Not sure if it was the slurping sound of his tongue in my hole or if I might have moaned just a *little* bit, but somebody had heard us and came into the bushes where we were... My rimmer stopped briefly to say to the new-comer that there was already a load in me - and then he went back to rimming me, while the other man got out his cock and began wanking as he watched. At this point I was so horny I couldn't help begging to get fucked, so the rimmer pulled back and very politely asked the new-comer if he wanted a go at the hole? (Actually I don't think he was being polite; I just think he wanted another load in my hole for him to lick out!) Anyway, new-comer was quick to step up and get his cock in me, and I guess it was less than 5 minutes before he blew his load in me, packed away his cock and left. And then the rimmer swung back into action, clearly relishing a completely fresh load in a newly-fucked hole, but I begged him to fuck me so he eventually did. Again, it was a fairly quick affair, but once he had dumped his load he got back to what was clearly his main interest... Anyway, I wasn't complaining; I prefer a hard cock in my hole, but there's NOTHING wrong with a good tongue, either! It seemed to be a good day because suddenly there was a new guy watching, and the rimmer again asked him if he wanted to have a go in the hole - and he did. Good thing I had been fucked three times by then, because even though I couldn't see his cock I could feel it was THICK! Anyway, he pushed in and I pushed back and together we got him balls-deep in me and he began pummelling my hole. I have to say, by the time he gave me my fourth load of the day I was beginning to get sore. I didn't complain, but I was getting sore... So it was almost a relief when he pulled out with an audible "pop", and I felt sort of spent - though I hadn't cum myself - so as THICK man left I pulled up my shorts as a sign that it was over, and the rimmer quickly left as well, before I finally followed and walked back to my car. 4 loads... Not too bad for an afternoon, really.
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Like to know what are the nicest tasting lubes for arse to mouth ect with all the listed tags... normal water based lube seems to taste sickly sweet, so what are the other choices for making arse-eating, rimming, cum-swapping, felching etc etc more tasty and palatable ?
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Horny 26yr old athletic femboy looking to be breed in a 10 man + gangbang Can host though only on weekends. This Saturday into Sunday 26&27th June. Really into uncut fit guys, smooth with big dicks, being rimmed, fisted and taking loads Kik: caleb_sumer
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Last summer, when the first UK lockdown eased I was desperate to get out of the city for a few days so booked myself a pitch on a campsite. I got there late evening so pretty much just threw my tent up, ate and went to bed. The next day I got up early and took myself for a long walk. It was so lovely to be out in the countryside, particularly as it was a hot day and there were loads of cute guys with their tops off also out for a hike. I got back to the campsite at about 6pm and was really sweaty from a day of walking so I decided to go for a shower. The campsite has a shower block with a big gang shower for the men that would probably normally have enough showerheads for 10 guys. But due to Covid restrictions we were only alowed in 2 at a time. I waited my turn and when I finally got in there there was one guy already lathered up in the shower. I stripped down and took a shower as far from him as possible so we didn't break the rules. He was in his mid 30s, chunky but strong looking and hairy all over. I started soaping up and as I turned round to rinse off, I noticed he was staring at me with a big grin on his face and his fat hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. I got hard immediately! I gave him a little show and bent over to show him my hole so he could be sure what I wanted. There was a long queue outside so he asked which tent was mine and if he could come by later, when it was dark. I wasn't going to say no to him, I really wanted his big dick in me! We both dried off and went back to our tents. As I walked back to mine I noticed he went back to a group of tents with 4 or 5 other guys standing around them. I stoop outside my tent for a couple of minutes so he could be sure which one was mine and then made a quick bite to eat. After dinner I got inside my one man tent and read for a while. It was a warm night so I lay ontopof my sleeping bag in my briefs. It got dark around 10pm and I was reading by my head lamp for another hour before I heard footsteps outside my tent and the zip starting to move. He quickly moved inside and I turned the headlamp off to avoid giving the campsite an x-rated shadow puppet show! Before the light went out I saw he was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He whispered that I had a hot arse and he couldn't wait to fuck it. I got on all 4s and pulled my briefs down and he took no time grabbing my hips and shoving his face between my cheeks. His stubble felt great against them and his tongue was lapping at my hole. He kep stopping to spit on it and then worked it inside me with his tongue. It felt amazing! I was reaching back to pull my cheeks apart so he could get deeper inside me and he reached round and started to wank me off with my own precum as lube. After a while he stopped rimming me and I could hear him taking his clothes off. It was really dark by now so I couldn't see much. He told me to lay on my side and he lay behind me, spooning me. His cock was rock hard and rubbing between my arse cheeks as he rubbed his hairy body against my back and felt me all over. He asked if I was ok with bareback and I told him I wouldn't do it any other way. Then he lined himself up against my hole and pushed inside me. I was well lubed from the rimming and so desperate to have him in my that my hole put up no resistance. His dick was beer can thick and felt amazing in my hole. He fucked me really slow and deep for a while, pulling my head round so he could kiss me really deep and wet, with loads of tongue. Eventually he started to speed up and his breath got really heavy. He whispered that he was going to breed me deep and the rammed inside me, making me yelp! He convulsed for what felt like five minutes as he emptied his balls inside me. He kept holding me really close and didn't pull out. He stayed hard and asked if he could go again. I begged him to breed me again! This time he had me on my back and came again pretty quickly. He the played with my loose, cummy hole for a while with his fingers and kissed and me wanked me until I came. We fell asleep together, all cuddled up on top of my sleeping bag. When I woke up in the morning I was alone, still totally naked, with cum dried onto my arse and the tops of my legs. I reached round and fingered myself until the remains of his cum started to drip out of me. I collected as much as could and licked it all up off my fingers. Once I'd had breakfast, I went off for another walk. I hadn't had a shower do must have stunk of sweat and cum! I had to walk past his camp on my way out of the campsite and he was sat with his mates eating breakfast. They all gave me a round of applause and whooped as I went past, so he must have told them....I loved it!!
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(A follow up to Lost in the Dark) OK, where to begin? Recently single and trying to figure out a few things about myself I had ended up cruising an old cottage out on some country lane. Late at night and in the darkness I had been stripped, fucked and loaded multiple times. Poppered up and horny as hell I had begged for their cum each and every time, even after they revealed they were poz and wanted to knock me up with their strains. I was so lost in the pleasure of being filled and used I didn't care. By the time I left the sun was rising and I had been truly wrecked by the men in that dark place. Several weeks later. The gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled into the small parking area. It was quieter than the last time I ventured here. Only a few cars spaced out around the bays in the darkness. I parked close to the small brickwork toilet block and shut down the engine. Sitting there in the relative silence I took stock. I knew why I was back. That hunger, that need couldn't be sated at home alone. I knew that. The fear that had kept me away, was also the fear that had kept me from seeing a doctor. Anyway it has been weeks since I lost myself in this exact same place, since I found myself also. No symptoms, no flu, nothing. I was fine and it was probably all just talk last time anyway. You want this, you want to feel like last time. You want to be the you that was in the dark. I stepped out of the car and walked straight through the pitch black of the doorway. As I walked in I could tell I wasn't alone in there. Echoing off the brickwork in the darkness came the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and a continuous, "Unh, Unh, Unh." An animalistic grunting that sent signals straight through me and made my cock immediately harden. I coughed softly as I walked in just so as not to startle who ever it was that was so eagerly engaged, but if anything the noises and the motions became more frantic. As I got closer, and with my eyes now adjusting to the darkness a little I could make out two men at the urinal. One was stripped and bent over with his hands pressed to the wall just as I had been on my last visit. The other was behind him his tracksuit trousers around his knees and his t-shirt hooked up over his head effectively revealing his whole body. The top was pounding hard, his hands gripping the hips of the bottom guy firmly. As I watched I couldn't help but rub myself. I too had worn a tracksuit this time thinking to myself that it would be easier to get in and out of. As I watched I pushed my trousers down and slipped them off leaving me naked from the waist down, my hand pumping up and down my cock with the same pace of the fuck show in front of me. The top motioned to me to step forward as his pumping hips continued to force grunts of pleasure from the bottom he was so eagerly fucking. Following his instruction I was quickly alongside him and he put his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, never once breaking his stride as he fucked hard and deep into the guy bent in front of him. For my part I was keen to join in in any way I could especially if it meant receiving the same treatment as the one currently getting filled with what seemed a very generous dick. I happily pressed my lips to his and opened my mouth to let our tongues slide around each other. His fingers on the nape of my neck were squeezing and massaging me as we kissed which left me panting with passion. He too began panting but for other reasons as his exertions were reaching their peak. He broke our kiss but held me firm resting our forheads together as his body tensed. His hips were pressed firmly again the arsecheeks of the guy at the urinal and it was obvious he was unloading all the way up insde that well fucked hole. I felt a pang of jealousy wishing it was me receiving that hot creamy delivery but I was still insanely turned on to have been brought in closer to enjoy their coupling. Breathing heavily the top patted the back of my head and panted, "That was fucking hot mate. Wish you'd got here earlier we could all have enjoyed a bit more." I just nodded dumbly in the darkness sensing that this show was going to be over all too soon. The top slowly eased himself out of the arsehole he had just bred and I don't know what came over me. I needed more so I sank to my knees between them and wrapped my lips around his semi hard, cum covered cock and sucked and licked at him tasting everything of the recent fucking. "Oh fuck! You dirty cunt." With his cock in my mouth I couldn't really argue, especially with the use it had so recently been put to. But he was right. I was hungry and felt like being a dirty slut and I wanted to prove it to them both. I could feel him beginning to stiffen and he grabbed my head. I tried to prepare thinking he was going to shove his cock all the way down my throat, but I was surprised when he pulled completely out from between my lips. Before I could murmur even a sound of protest he turned me and pushed my face between the arsecheeks of his freshly fucked companion and told me to get my mouth to use. As I ran my tongue over the wet and opened fuckhole I reached up and grabbed those firm cheeks to spread them making it easier to press my tongue deeper inside. I heard an appreciative murmur from above and from behind me I heard the top address his buddy. "Fuck me this dirty fucker is a live one Tim. Push that load out and feed this pig what he needs." Almost instantly I felt the body of who I now knew to be Tim tense. His arsehole blossomed out as I sucked at him and I tasted the familiar salty sweet flavour of sperm as the last deposit was pushed out onto my waiting tongue. I lapped at his rosebud hole like a thirsty animal getting every drop of cum I could find; all the while Tim groaned from the sensation of my mouth working over his obviously tender opening. "Fuck, its too much, its too much!" Tim straightened up and moved away from my oral ministrations and stood there panting heavily with his slender cock dripping a copious amount of precum. I was transfixed by the glistening tip and made a move to take him into my mouth. He laughed and pulled away saying, "Sorry mate, I know you're hungry for more but you caught us right at the end. We have to be on the road." With that he grabbed the pile of clothes he had been standing over and moved to dress himself. "Tim's right I'm sorry to say. I really do wish we had more time because I would love to fuck that arse of yours." The nameless top apologised as he too began arranging his clothes. "Hopefully we'll catch you here again, but I promise you if you wait here it won't be long before you get what you want, especially with that arse of yours." He made an appreciative noise and playfully slapped my behind as he moved to leave. Following Tim he paused in the doorway and said to me, "John by the way. And I really do hope I get a go on your hole one day, I'd love to breed you good." With that he turned and left before I could respond and I was left in the darkened room still half naked with only the taste of his cum on my lips. I considered his words and decided I could stand to wait a little longer even if I didn't really think it would get better than I'd just had. I kicked my trousers to the side and stood exactly where Tim had so recently held position and I copied him exactly. Hands on the wall back arched and my exposed arse pushed back for anyone to find me, slutty and waiting.
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