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Hi i am seanette and I am a cocksucker I am also a sissy crossdressing shemale. My problem is I am married and I can't bring men Home.. so I try to find men that can Host or do it in a car. Well that is really hard Here in BUFFALO, NY . If I could I would suck 10 cocks a day god I love feeling that hot hard fleshy Piece of meat in my mouth.. I love to edge and tease and suck lick kiss balls swirl my tongue round the Head Hum and kiss that cock look the man in the eays and say ohhh You taste soo good.. and CUM OHH IT IS SOOO DELICIOUS. I get so excited when I suck cock I can cum hands free. I just get frustrated that It is soo hard to get me some HARD CUM FILLED COCK. ANY IDEAS? Anyone in or Near Buffalo/Tonawanda, NY write me You will love my Holes esp my mouth. I am a natural born COCKSUCKER seanette55@protonmail.com write me.. My real name is Sean Carey. I am 60yrs old cut clean ddf my entire body is hairless and silky sissy smooth I love it all except pain and scat !
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When young, did any one get caught sucking an older guy? Brother, cousin, friend, stranger?
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Tables Turned
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—December, 2023 I needed my cock sucked. I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick. It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed… Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’ I walk into the straight theatre. The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face. I assume I have just interrupted a blow job in progress. I sit on the side of the room and away from them. I take out my cock. The Voyeur sits down next to the guy, a man I’ve never seen before. He is white, likely 50, maybe a little less. The Voyeur whispers in his ear. The guy stands up. He is dressed in work clothes. He could easily be one of the men doing the road work on the local Interstate. The Voyeur stands and they move towards me. “Suck our dicks.” The Voyeur’s thin cock slaps my cheek. It leaves some precum in my beard. The Voyeur all but pulls me out of my seat and I go to my knees. The Voyeur begins to fuck my face. No warm up licking allowed. He is in need. He fucks, using only about two thirds of his length. Then he pushes all of himself down my throat. His last half inch makes me choke. The other guy pulls me off The Voyeur. And onto him. My face is shoved into his hairy balls, fragrant from a morning’s work. I lick them, thoroughly. He lets me work up the thick shaft of his above average cock. His head is drooling. I lick him clean and take him into my mouth. He groans. He doesn’t fuck my face. Yet. He just let’s me get to know his sweaty dick. The smell of him is making my own cock spew pre-cum. It’s fresh sweat and wonderful. Suddenly, I am pulled back onto The Voyeur. This time he let’s me suck him at my own speed and using all the tricks of my tongue. The road worker strokes his now wet cock, occasionally slapping my cheek with it. I suck the Voyeur until he pushes me back onto the other dick. This time the Road Worker fucks my face. I have to oval big, but he’s not going to make me gag with his length. My hand finds his wet balls. I caress them as he fucks into my face. “I’m going to shoot,” barks out The Voyeur. I make it back onto the erupting dick just in time. I get a mouthful of sperm and then he pushes deeper to let it drain straight down my throat. I can feel when he’s no longer shooting and work him out of my throat and back into my mouth. I get the last dribble on my tongue. But The Voyeur is too sensitive for a clean up. He pulls me off him and pushes me towards the other dick. I briefly wonder if a load in my mouth will turn the other guy off. It turns him on. He fucks my mouth again. When he pauses, I go for his balls. I can’t get enough of them. He jerks happily as I take each of the hairy orbs into my mouth. I bend down and pull his balls up. I lick the spot right behind them. He stops stroking himself as he moans out his pleasure. I go back to his dick. “I’m gonna give you such a big load…” he mumbles. “Give it to him,” says The Voyeur, who has been doing up his pants while watching us. I stop licking his balls and go back to sucking cock. And it’s working. The guy is close. I feel him tense up. “I’m gonna shoot.” I don’t go anywhere. I pick up the pace. “Oh, fuck….” And the guy is there. He is shooting a massive load into my mouth. The Voyeur always shoots big, but this guy has him beat. He fires volley after volley of cum into my mouth. It is thick, viscous and flavorful. I have to swallow fast not to choke. I feel The Voyeur pat my shoulder and I hear him leave as I get every last drop out of Road Worker. He lets me clean his cock with my tongue. He even lets me lick his balls, briefly, before I go back and get the last drop oozing out of his deflating cock. “I needed that,” he says gruffly and shoves his package back into his boxer briefs. He gives me a playful pat on the top of my head. “You have a great dick,” he says as an afterthought. “Hope you find some lucky guy.” And he leaves. I am still on my knees. My head is swimming with what just happened. The change of my plans was hot—and I had just swallowed two huge loads in my first eleven minutes. But it was not to continue. Almost no one else was around. No one sucked my cock. A hot, long-haired man stroked to me stroking—but all he wanted to do was to heft the size of my dick and call me a “lucky fucker.” As indeed I am… The original, and some good comments, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Tables Turned December 21, 2023 -
The Men Sitting Side by Side
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—November, 2023 The next day, a Thursday, I was supposed to have a fisting session, but it fell through. I was horned, and as I didn’t really get off with Kieran, I went to the bookstore. Once again, it proved that you just never know… I sit along the wall in the straight theatre. A guy who always masturbates, but wants no one to touch him, is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He is stroking hard, with his dick inside a rubber so he’ll make no mess. I have a pair of men across from me. One I know well. He is a regular, around my age, tall and thin and fairly good looking. We are no more than nodding acquaintances as he has an eye for younger men. The other is tall, (noticing his long legs sticking under the seat in front of him) and around my age, with a sun or smoker’s weathered face. They both look straight ahead at the video. It takes a couple of minutes for me to realize that Weathered Face has his left hand in the other man’s pants. The guy being stroked has his hands resting on the mound of his pants, almost disguising it. I watch the video and stroke. Now the guy who avoids me, reaches his hand out, grabbing the other man by the back of his neck. He tries to pull him down to suck the cock he’s been stroking. The guy resists. He wrests himself free with a shrug and sit hunched over, looking at the floor. I get up and go next door. A former clerk from here is stroking his big cock to the movie. A handsome man, just younger than myself, watches him. Then he watches me as I take my dick out. The three of us continue to watch the video and each other. No one makes a move. I need to piss. I do myself up and do just that. I go back to the straight side. The cocksucker’s seat is available now. I sit. The two men, side by side, are still there. Now right in front of me. Again, I see the hand go to the back of the other man’s neck. This time he pulls him down into his crotch and I hear the sounds of a wet blowjob. I stroke to the video—and the sounds coming live from the pair of them. Suddenly the man sits up, pushing the arm that held him in place roughly away. He stomps out of the room, zipping his pants. The guy who avoids me goes after him. I inwardly sigh at the drama and concentrate on the action up on the screen. The door opens. It’s the handsome man from next door. He’s white, early 50’s with a touch of gray at the temples on his dark, full head of hair. He is wearing grey sweatpants that bulge obscenely and a matching sweatshirt. He stands next to me. He squeezes himself through the fabric. “Jeez, you’re bigger than that guy over there.” “Only just,” I tell him. He reaches down and touches me. His grip is a little too firm. He let’s go, just as I am about to tell him. He pulls the sweatpants waistband down under his balls. He is sporting a thick seven incher himself. I reach over and guide it into my mouth. “Fuuuuuck….” he croons. The door opens. The man who avoids me is back. He sits along the side wall, watching me suck this man’s cock. The new guy is dripping into my mouth like mad. I give him another two minutes before he blows his load. He groans again. I swallow his sweet, slippery cum a little faster than that. But he is in no hurry to pull out of my mouth. He seems to love the clean up with my tongue. Even my pulling him back into my mouth for a moment to get a final drip that would have stained those sweatpants. He gives my shoulder a grip in thanks—and leaves. The guy who avoids me turns to the video. He kneads his bulge. The door opens. A regular, a man who I either fuck or blow, comes in. He whips out his hardening cock and feeds it to me with nothing more by way of a greeting than a shit-eating grin. I have to work harder with him. He doesn’t always get fully hard, but that doesn’t keep his cum from flowing. My audience of one turns to watch me again, still kneading his groin. The guy I’m sucking takes some poppers and he is suddenly filling my mouth with his seed. He shakes and groans and I get every drop. He lets me clean him up. Then thanks me and takes off. Silence. But the guy is still watching me not the video. “That was an interesting time with the guy sitting next to you,” I venture. He tells me it was arranged online. The guy wanted to be forced to have sex in public. Now it makes more sense to me—as it seemed so out of character for the man sitting here. Eyeing me. “He couldn’t really do it,” he continues. “He was fine when we were alone, but that wasn’t the point…” Suddenly he stands up. “It looks like you know how to suck. Those guys came quick.” He walks back to me and unzips. I have always watched this guy pursue younger men. To the point of stalking. I have never fantasized about doing anything with him. He sticks it in my mouth. He has a nice sized dick, bigger than average, but of a size I can show off my cocksucking skills without fear of teeth. His hands are all over the cropped hair on my head. He strokes it. It feels nice. Then he finds my ears. His fingers are now all over them. And in them. I find it distracting to be finger fucked in my left ear as I’m sucking him. But it’s working for him. He is breathing hard in no time. Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He packs it away and leaves the room. I get up and check the other side. No one. I watch a little more of the straight movie. I can’t find the guy I’ve just sucked. He must be in the arcade, where I never go. The place is empty. I don’t get off. Again. But that’s okay—I am headed to a small house party on the weekend… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Men Sitting Side by Side (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 30, 2023 -
I used to jerk off into condoms and mail them to a cum pig who lived in the middle of nowhere and was craving stud sperm. I kinda miss doing that. Any cum pigs here want my sperm-filled condoms?
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Leather Jacket
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2023 I was horned. I had made a date with Kieran, the bearded married man who gives me his ass (but is a driven cocksucker) to meet in the playroom. He was late. Finally, I got a text. His pickup was not running and he was still working on it. Damn! I know him well enough that it was not some excuse to get out of the hook up. In fact, we agreed to meet the next day if he could get it working. But what was I to do with my afternoon? Go find someone for my swelling cock, of course… The parking lot has five cars in it. I think about just turning around, but I don’t. I go in. I have my pick of seating in the straight theatre. I choose the cocksucker’s seat. There is only one other man here on this Wednesday afternoon, just after noon. He is sitting way down front and jerking relentlessly to the big breasted woman getting fucked on the screen. I am more taken with the tattooed man working her over—he is a natural Dom and makes her work for her pleasure. The guy down front stands up and shoots, careful to keep it off his clothes. He leaves, with a curt nod to me. I am alone. For a long time. I have often seen crowds of men here on a Wednesday afternoon. In fact, I met Kieran here on a Wednesday. I stroke. I go next door. The gay movie is too young for me. And talkative. I don’t want to hear about the pornster’s first time. There is one man here, a regular, who mostly keeps to himself. I go back to the straight side. I stroke. New scene, new woman, same Dom. She is licking his asshole as I take my cock back out. I wonder what she’s thinking… The door opens. A white man, maybe in his late 40’s/early 50’s comes in. He is middle height, trim and wearing a leather jacket. He stands, leaning against the back wall. He watches the screen intently. I swear I can see the crotch of his jeans plump. He finally looks over at me. “Well, fuck. Now that’s a cock.” “Thanks.” “You should be up there.” He jerks a thumb at the big screen television. I shrug and tell him I’ve done a little porn. He wants to know more. I tell him about the two gangbangs. He is much more interested in my time at the FTM studio. “I’ve always wanted to meet a trans guy,” he admits. “That way around,” he clarifies. We are talking enough now, that he asks if he can sit with me. The moment he sits on the far side of me, he pulls out his cock, an uncut seven incher. It’s not thick and just the head has a slight upward curve. “You gay or bi or what?” he asks. “Mostly gay, but known to wander…I love a hot hole.” “I like that. Mostly straight here, but I love the way men suck cock.” I don’t immediately volunteer to suck him. We chat. He’s from a smaller town in northern Michigan. Here on family stuff. Couldn’t decide to come here or the casino with his free afternoon. We lapse into silence. We both jerk to the video. The Dom has had a male friend come over and the woman is about to get DP-ed. “Always wanted to do that,” he murmurs, stroking harder. I tell him I have DP-ed. “I don’t mean two dicks in some guy.” “I’ve done that a lot, but I got to DP a woman with another big dicked daddy.” Now he’s all ears. I tell him a little more. He jerks. He looks at me. I know what’s coming before he says it. “Would you…” he takes his hand off his cock, offering it to me. I don’t answer. I just go to my knees. He sighs as I take him to the root. His thin dick is the perfect girth for me, so I don’t have to worry about my sharp canines. I suck. His foreskin becomes very juicy. “Love your tongue on me,” he groans. This makes me really use it to pull back his foreskin and get inside it. He moans again. “Can I fuck your face?” I pull off him and give him room to stand. He grabs the sides of my head and pulls me back onto his cock. He pumps. Relentlessly. Deep on every thrust. But he can’t get off. He finally stops, asking for a moment. I sit back down. “Do you suck?” I ask. He turns away. If he turns red in the face, I can’t see it the gloom. “A little,” he admits. “A long time ago.” “Want to try me?” “You’re just the type of guy I’d like to—big dicked, sure of himself…” We watch the video. To my amazement, the woman takes the loads in her pussy and her ass—and squeezes them out for our viewing pleasure. I suddenly feel his hand on my cock. He goes to his knees and takes me into his mouth. He groans around my thickness as it fills him. “So big…” I think he mumbles. His technique is nothing great. But it’s super-hot watching this man suck my dick, conceivably the first cock he’s had in his mouth in 25 years. Or maybe it’s just a line he uses all the time… “Lick my balls, too.” He pulls off me and goes down to the hairy sacks. They are sweaty—and I don’t know if he truly appreciates the heady aroma of me at my most primal. But he licks them. And back up the shaft. I wonder about what would happen if I filled his mouth with cum. He stops. And stands. “Do me again. I’m dripping…” I lean forward. His cock is indeed wet. He allows me my own speed at first, then fucks my face again. But he can’t go over the edge. “I’m sorry.” I shrug. “It’s been fun.” He nods. “Not what I though would happen when I stopped in here.” “What did you think?” “A quick wank and on my way.” We’ve been playing for over an hour. I tell him that. He gasps and quickly shoves his cock back in his underwear. “I gotta get out of here.” I nod. He stops at the door and turns. “I really liked it. Now I’m gonna wonder what I would have done if you’d cum in my mouth...” He tries for a smile and leaves. I wonder the same thing… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Leather Jacket (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 25, 2023 -
Four On the Floor
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2023 It took a few days to get horny again after sending GaryM home with the seven loads from the devil’s dick, one fresh load and a ton of piss, all deep in his ass. But I did. I went to the bookstore on the next Saturday afternoon, a day on which I don’t go as often. But I wanted to see if there were fresh faces there on a different day… I go into the straight theatre. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. In moments, the air is electric with potential sex. There are two men leaning against the back wall near me. Suddenly one of them goes way down front—the usual sign of ‘I don’t want sex, I want to stroke in peace.’ But that’s not it at all. The rather tubby man goes to his knees and begins sucking the only man in the front row of seats. I haul out my cock and stroke. The remaining man on the wall, kneads his crotch as he watches the sex on the screen and in person. The door bangs open. It is the man I think of as The Spitter. He sucks really well, but he constantly spits out any precum he might have gotten from you and copious amounts of his own spittle. He pushes into the space on the wall between me and the guy groping himself. “Let me suck you,” he whispers. I am not ready for the floor around my feet to become a lake of spittle. I decline, telling him to check back with me later. He goes off, back to the arcade. The guy on the wall is showing no signs he wants anything but to watch. I stroke a little harder as we hear the cumshot from down in front. Those men zip up and leave, crossing paths with another regular, the guy who can’t keep the popper bottle away from his nose. He stands beside me, unzips and offers his semi-hard to me. I suck the guy—more to let the Groper know I suck cock, than thinking I will get much from the man in my mouth. True to form, the bottle is there constantly. He never gets very hard. Soon, he moves around to suck me. Now I could care less if he keeps huffing as he sucks, for he’s really good. The man on the wall likes having sex happen next to him. He unzips, his eyes never leaving the mouth on my cock. He pulls out a nice sized dick. It’s been made clear I suck, too, but he wants to just jerk to me being serviced. In moments, he wastes a massive load on the floor. He leaves, passing a thick set man who is entering. He is likely 40+, white and burly. He’s no beauty—but he immediately pulls out a thick dick with a downward curve and sticks it in my mouth. “Suck my dick, cocksucker.” His words are loud in the theatre. It makes the Huffer work faster on me. The curved cock is a mouthful, but the curve makes it easier to get him down my throat. He grunts out his pleasure as I pull off him and lick his balls. The Spitter comes back in the room. I pull the Huffer off my dick and push him towards Curved Cock. He willing gives the new dick his best effort. The Spitter falls to his knees and sucks me down. Everyone is happy to be just where they are for a long time. Eventually, the Spitter gets to try Curved Cock and the Huffer goes back on my dick, kneeling in the lake of spittle at my boots. He takes my full length down my throat. He groans and his semi hard cock drools out a load into the sea of spittle on the floor. He leaves, sticking his slimy dick into his shorts with no clean up. Curved Cock pulls The Spitter off his dick. “I want to suck some myself.” I can’t believe my good fortune. He kneels on the wet floor and takes me into his mouth. He is not an accomplished cock sucker, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. The Spitter, who never feeds, goes out, leaving us alone. Now the two of us alternate on each other. Back and forth. When his knees get tired, I go back to deep throating that hot curve, kneeling myself on the wet floor. In moments, Curved Cock stands up, brings my head with him in his meaty hands and begins to fuck my face. I think he’s going to blow. But he’s not quite there. “I hate to ask it, but could I lick your pits?” In a heartbeat, I stand up and strip off the army shirt with the buttoned pockets for lube. Then the sweatshirt under it. I raise my arm. My right pit is especially fragrant, and he licks it like an animal in heat. He strokes himself all the time he coats my underarm hair with his saliva. “You swallow, man?” “Of course.” “I want to feed you my load.” I kneel. He slaps my cheeks with his leaking cock. He strokes some more as I lick his balls again. The smell of this nut sack is intoxicating. Maybe hotter than his dick in my mouth. Without a word he rears back and sticks his cock in my mouth. He pumps into me half a dozen times before he pulls out. His hand strokes out the load—shooting it directly into my mouth. It tastes just like his balls smelled…and I shoot between his boots before I clean him up… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four on the Floor (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 16, 2023 -
Why do I love sucking cock so much? I ponder this all the time. It seems to be a very primal urge with little reason. It feels so good, subservient, so fulfilling. Why do I want to swallow that cum? I yearn for it like a moth to a flame. Inescapable desire for that Steele hard shaft in my mouth, cumming down my throat more and more loads. Why do you love sucking on cock? And why do you love getting your cock sucked by a man? What do you like about it? Why is it so fucking great?
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Still Looking
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—August, 2023 After the very mixed bag of sex that I wrote about in the last post, I was still wanting to get off before the big house party. The very next day, I went to the bookstore with the remodel—hoping to find the release I needed… I arrive right around 11:30 am. I like the lunch crowd here (and I’ve packed mine into the cooler for later.) The parking lot has a few scattered cars in it. Two of them have men sitting in them—waiting to see who goes in. I walk past them, pay my admission for the lounge and head in. It feels darker today after the bright, hot sunshine outside. I do a quick look around. One man is watching trans porn and another seems to be changing his clothes in the gay area. I sit down on the big couch where I can see several different screens—each showing a different genre of porn. I unbutton and stroke myself hard. It’s easy to do with the anal sex happening on the mammoth television screen affixed to the wall in front of me. I feel movement to my side and turn. The cubby young man has changed from his shorts and tee into a long, flowing, flowered caftan. He tells me it makes him feel sexy, as he kneels in front of me. I love his beard on my balls and his mouth is hot and wet. He gets me dripping, but I don’t think he is thinking I’ll shoot. We are both just enjoying the moment. He stops when his knees get tired—and other men start arriving. Many of the newbies look at my cock, but there are no more takers. I roam and settle in the gay room. One of the new arrivals takes advantage of the more private setting and kneels. He is around my age and I expect good things from his years of experience. Not so much, as it turns out. No teeth, well, almost none, and just rather dull—very little passion as he goes through the motion. He can’t stay on his knees for long, so I am happy to help him up. I move around again. Lots of men. I see men going into booths with glory holes and there are actually men on the back ramp for them to suck. There is one of the three holes open, so I stand between two men who are also being serviced. The guy doing me is good with his tongue—but he won’t even try to take more than the head into his mouth. His hand is wrapped around my shaft so I stand and let him work my piss slit and cock head. He grows tired quickly. I guess I should have instantly shot my load. I pull out the moment his hand releases me. I wander. I head into the trans area. A guy around my age is getting head from the talkative Black man who is here every time I visit. I start to back out to give them some privacy, but instead the man getting sucked loudly gives up his load. I watch as he lets his cocksucker lick him clean of semen. He smiles at me and says “Next!” as he leaves. I unbutton and sit down. The talkative man crawls over to my cock. He starts a conversation—but barely gets out two sentences before he starts to devour my dick. He’s great. He has done me here many times in the past. Great suction, easy deep throat, no teeth…everything about a blow job I love. He only takes a break on my shaft to start nuzzling my balls with his very thick and wet tongue. He groans at the taste of the morning’s sweat on them. He licks and moans and does each of them individually, never trying to crowd both of the bloated sacks into his mouth at once. He pulls off me, and rests on his haunches. “That is one mighty fine cock.” He sighs and takes me down again. To the root. Repeatedly. He knows me well enough to know that I’m not likely to shoot. And indeed—his legs tire before I do. I help him up. He promises to come find me when I’m ready. And I want just that… * I wander. In the straight corner, both chairs are occupied by daddy types. One is my age, tall and spare with a highly trimmed goatee. The other, slightly younger, is a barrel chested man. And both are stroking very respectably sized cocks. The goateed daddy recognizes me from somewhere. “You suck, right?” he asks, point blank, with no games. I nod. I go to my knees and take his dick in my mouth. “Damn, you’re good,” he breathes. I work for maybe three minutes before he gives me his load—sweet and creamy. He is too sensitive to let me clean him up and he ruins a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs as he stuffs his still oozing cock into them. I stand up. “You aren’t going anywhere, are you?” says the barrel-chested guy who has watched and stroked to the whole thing. I kneel again. He is thicker and not as long. And he’s close. He liked what he saw—and likes what he’s feeling now even more. I get another load in under two minutes. He lets me get every drop… * A lull. I eat out in the car, happy for a break. I go back in. The crowd has thinned. I look for the great cocksucker, but he, surprisingly, is not there. I sit and stroke. I don’t want to just shoot on the floor, but I would like the balls empty to start making fresh jizz for the weekend. “May I help you with that?” He’s a good ten years older than me, likely in his high 70’s. Smoking has not been kind to his creased face—but the great bone structure is still there. He also carries himself, still, with that ‘I have a big cock’ aura. And he does. It is sticking out of his pants. He would have been that unattainable stud at the disco when I came out. He uses my knees as support to get down to the floor. His mouth is great. Not as roomy as the talkative guy, but damn good and just what I need. He is good about working the head, shaft and balls in rotation. I am sure that I have found my guy. But he can’t stay down on his knees. I help him up—and sit back down. I bend to take his cock. “You don’t have to suck this old thing…” “But I’d like to…” I swallow him down, the biggest dick of the day. His incredibly soft hands grab my ears. He begins pumping into me. “It’s been so long…” he groans. He’s there—I can feel it. And he pulls out of my mouth and shoots on the floor… * I look around, but I can’t imagine finding what I need with the men who are left. I go home, and just save those full balls for Zane when I get to the house party… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Still Looking (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 5, 2023 -
An Evening of Cocks & Cum I was trying so hard to find a cock to suck that I was about to quit looking until one night I had an idea. Instead of trying to find one Top to suck and wasting time when they didn't show, I'd hedge my bets and schedule at least 7 or 8 on one night while I was away on business in a hotel. I got my pint of JB and went to work on Craigslist. This was 14 years ago when their Men Seeking Men was on fire. Here you go: Enjoy I realize that I have not written a story in many years, but all of my other stories were fantasies and this one is finally real. If you've read my stories you know that I'm an obsessed cum lover who's only real exploration has been through my pictures, prose and in my own mind aside from tasting my own elixir every now and again and wishing it came from a real cock. Not only had I never tasted another's cum, I had never touched, much less sucked another cock in my life to this point. But, and this is a big but, my life changed a few months ago when I finally got the alcohol aided courage to take the plunge or swallow the cock. I was in my hotel room with a bottle of Jim Beam and I was surfing the net scanning the Craigslist ads for gay hook ups when I finally thought the time was right. I was half way through my bottle and feeling really hot and seeing the ads for how easy it would be, I put a quick ad together advertising myself as, "Bi Guy Needs Cock and Cum." I added a few nude pics of myself and waited. I guess I need to tell you that I'd made a few dates with a few like minded guys before this, but they always stood me up. These were one at a time dates and they just never came together. This time with a proper ad I was broadcasting to as many people as would read it. Well at around 6:30 I got my first email from a guy with a nice pic and stats. He said he could be there around 9. After a few more emails, I sent him my room number and continued making appointments. I was determined not to be stood up again. I was going to make at least 10 dates to cover my bets and ensure that I'd have my first cock by the end of this night. Little did I know what lay in store for me. I began to get many emails with offers. I worked hard to screen each and see through any crap. One by one I put a full night of sucking and swallowing together with someone scheduled literally every 45 minute or so till 1 am. I lost track of who was at what time what with the deluge of rejected emails and those I'd chosen. It was about 8 pm when my first guy was supposed to show up. I was so fucking nervous and without the JB, I'd probably never gone through with this, but I really wanted some cock and cum in my mouth after all these years of fantasy, wishing and drooling over the numerous pics and stories I'd viewed. I was really hard at this point and pulled the bed down and drew the blinds with only the bathroom light on and the door mostly closed. I really did not want anyone to get a good look at me or me them. I wanted cock not any relationship. If one could have been delivered to me through the wall that would have been fine, but with only my shorts on, I was fucking ready for what lay ahead. "Knock, knock, knock." was the next sound I heard. I nervously opened the door and this 30 something Hispanic man came in and began to pinch my nipples before I knew what happened. I don't even remember him getting undressed or me for that matter when we were suddenly in a 69 on my bed with his tight ass cheeks and shaved cock an balls above my face. He was licking at my cock and I reached out for his. God Damn, this was the first cock I'd ever felt. I pulled its semi hard form to my mouth and began to suck it like the cock whore I always knew I was. It felt so incredible. I forgot about my own cock and even lost my erection. I had said in my ad that no reciprocation was needed. He quickly turned and straddled my face with is cock and balls. He lifted my head and began to fuck my mouth. I pulled on his hard ass cheeks and tried to get all of his now fully erect cock into my mouth. He was only 6 inches and I easily deep throated him as he asked me to lick his balls. I sucked them inside my mouth and groaned with this pleasure I'd never known, but now loved. I was in sucking heaven. I was also drunk and ready for as many cocks as the night would allow. He got off of me and pushed me into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed and told me that he wanted me to make him cum. I needed no encouragement. I used my mouth as I had dreamed for these many years and gave him the best blow job I could. He seemed to be enjoying himself as his breathing quickened and my mouth was suddenly full of warm cum. It did not shoot to the back of my throat as I had always imagined, but simply filled my mouth. I allowed it to drizzle out of my mouth and onto my chin. I really wanted to be covered by cum this night. He quickly got up as I crawled onto the bed and pinched my ass and left. I just lay there dreaming of what had just happened with cum on my chin and chest and naked awaiting my next treat. I heard a gentle knock on the door and staggered my naked body to the door. I was now not in a position to care about anything, but getting more cock. I was drunk with JB and lust. I opened the door and another man came in and told me to lay on the bed. He told me to lay on my stomach and use the butt plug that lay next to me on the bed. I pushed it into my ass and watched as he jerked off his nick cock and played with my ass also. He wanted to spank me as I pumped my hips to feel the butt plug. He really talked dirty to me and seemed to enjoy the show. When I realized that he was ready to cum, I moved around to get my mouth under his cock. He said, "do you want my cum in your mouth.?" I just moaned and got into position. He aimed his cock at my mouth and jerked off. I just kept my mouth open as the fist jets of cum shot out and onto my lips, chin, chest and into my mouth. It was so warm and I swallowed what I could and just lay there in the afterglow of it as he dressed and said, "You are really fucked up aren't you?" He just laughed and said thanks and left. All I could do was just lay there cum covered and groan in approval. I was totally fucked up and would submit to anything at this point. He was gone and before I knew it there was another knock at the door. This time the guy looked at me as I opened the door and smiled seeing my face and chest dripping with cum. He knew he had found a live one. He quickly got undressed and just sat on the edge of the bed as I got down and sucked his cock into my mouth. It was a nice sized and hard. He really wanted to cum and groaned and filled my mouth with some more warm cream in about 30 seconds. I pulled my head off of him and looked at him and asked if he wanted to see his cum. When he said no, I still opened my mouth and let it dribble down my chin and chest. It did not turn him on and he began to get dressed. He said, "How many cocks have you sucked tonight?" I answered, "You're the 5th or 6th. I lost count at this point. I began to check my email standing there naked with cum dripping down my body as he looked over my shoulder and asked if he could stay and watch. I wasn't sure about that as I heard another knock at the door. Wow. I thought. As he made his way to the door with me behind and opened it, this other man walked in. He was older and in a suit and really not in the best shape, but at this point, what could I do? He was on the side of the bed and I got down on my knees and began to suck his little cock. It was only 4 inches and he was nervous. Neither of us seemed to excited about this, but he came anyway and I just spit it out. With him gone, I checked my email and really had no idea who was next or how many were left. It was now 11 pm. As fucked up as I still was, I answered a few more emails and gave my room number out without regard to my previous screening procedures. I was really out there and living on the edge. I truly don't remember the next few guys that came in my room and came in my mouth. I do remember the varying cock smells and flavors. Not all were to my liking, but this was the scene I'd written and set up. You can only do so much. I looked at my email again and one guy had said he'd be there later around midnight. I checked and confirmed that I'd given him my room number. I was almost asleep when the last knock came. I opened the door and saw that he was shorter than me and around 50. I had to pee really bad and excused myself. When I came out, he was propped up on the bed naked against the back board with a shaved cock and balls and his cock was easily the largest of the night at around 7 inches or more. I was really stunned and actually starting to come down from my JB induced high. I seemed to wake up from my stupor and realize that this was really real and this cock was sticking up and he was waiting for me to suck it. I crawled onto the bed and got between his legs. His cock was perfectly shaped and hard. As I put the tip in my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head. No one else had done this. Most of the guys seemed like first timers or were simply having a thrill at my expense. This guy was a true top and I was to be his bottom. He pushed my head down and I choked. He said, "You really want this don't you? You want my cock deep in your throat and you want to eat my cum?" I was in fucking heaven chocking or not choking. This was what I wanted and I bobbed my head and moaned in approval and sucked him hard. He continued to use his hands to force my mouth down on his cock, but it wasn't necessary. I needed no encouragement. I was sucking his cock harder than he could fuck my mouth. We were the best match of the night and we were just getting started. I was pushing down so hard and choking my own mouth as his cock head pushed to the back of my throat over my tonsils. He just laughed saying that's what I wanted. I just groaned each time and kept deep throating him. I wanted him to cum. I felt his balls and they were really tight. They were shaven and felt so good and ready to give my what I wanted. He told me he was about to cum and pushed my head down hard. As I tried to keep my gag reflex in check, his cock spewed it's cream deep down my throat and into my stomach. I barely had to swallow as his balls emptied their load into my hungry mouth. He pulled me off of him and laughed as some sperm dribbled out of my mouth and onto my already crusted chin. He did not loose his erection and then I saw, in the darkness a leather cock strap. This guy was into being a top and I was so fucking loving it. He simply said, "You're not done yet." I was amazed that his cock was in the same shape I'd found it 10 minutes before. I pounced on this once in a lifetime chance and sucked him as if it was the first time. This time he really forced my head down hard over and over again and was really rough. He really wanted to use my mouth like a man whore. I gagged many times, but kept sucking and trying to meet this thrusts with as much enthusiasm as possible. I was loving this and it was a great way to finish out my night of lust, sucking and swallowing sperm. My face and body was covered and I had a cock in my throat again. I sucked hard and this time he just came wherever my mouth happened to be in it's up and down motion. My mouth filled up with a smaller load than before and I just let it drip out so that he could see the lust on my face and how much I was in cock sucking heaven. He got up and dressed without saying a word. I checked my email and now that it was after midnight, I was done. I signed off and fell onto the bed. There were numerous wet spots from the cum of several men and my body was speckled with many samples. My stomach was also the lucky recipient of some sweet sperm. For a first time, I really went for it. Aside from some feelings of remorse the next day and some guilt, I would not have changed a thing. The single dates I'd tried just were not working. I needed this free for all evening and it worked. I really need to do it again soon. I always knew I wanted to suck cock and now I had and it lived up to the hype. I'm still marred and secretly bi, but you are too in many cases. Hope you enjoyed my first time.
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I am a cocksucker. It’s more than a preference. It’s an altered level of consciousness. I live a normal life. I date women , I’m a professional. I am neat and clean and safe. However the thing that I like to think about more than anything else is sucking cock!! I don’t want any permanent relationship with men, I just want them to cum in my mouth and I will ingest it. Within my life as a cocksucker I have a few preferences. I like younger men and older men. I will lick their cum off the floor of the booth. I will suck it out of another strangers asshole. I am insatiable. I will stay at the adult bookstore until I am out of money or no more cocks are coming in. It is my passion!!! When I suck a cock I go into a trance like state. It starts as soon as I see the cock coming out of his pants or turning towards the gloryhole. I have waited patiently for the opportunity. I see that piss slit, those lobes of his head, that soft pliable skin sliding up and down that hard muscular shaft, the feeling of his collapsible urethral tube gliding back and forth on my yearning tongue. I want to feel it’s segmental pulsations I want the product, I want his cum, gawd I want it. I need it, his jizz, his baby batter, his semen, his ejaculate, his orgasm in my mouth and down my throat. As he cums I feel like I am having an orgasm but not sexually, it’s spiritual, it’s an ecstatic experience. At that moment that his warm load is traversing my mouth and throat I feel like I love that cock and its owner and the whole world. I am in ecstasy. I milk out every drop, squeezing the head with my lips and consuming every drop. I feel overwhelming gratitude towards the man with the cock. He leaves. I remember every cock that I have ever sucked, whether they came in my mouth and whether I swallowed their cum. I often forget the sucking and other details like a fading dream but the highlights never leave and inform my fantasies while pleasuring myself. I am a cocksucker! I love it! It’s not just s hobby or an obsession. It’s who I am, s spiritual disposition. I enthusiastically want to suck any cock, I want so suck your cock and make you cum and eat that load.
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I Starting getting sucked off when I was really young by someone older. I moved away and dated girls and even got married and had children. I started having thoughts about getting sucked off by guys again later down the line and discovered Craigslist personals and gay chat sites. So many hungry cocksuckers made it really easy to get my dick sucked regularly and now I'm addicted to letting fags suck me off. It's literally like a drug to me and I've shot my load down the throats of probably 70 different men now. My dick can literally stay hard for hours getting sucked and I visit a guy who will suck for 2 or 3 hours non-stop, my record is 5 hours. I still enjoy fucking my wife but honestly would rather just lay back in bed having my dick slurped on. Cock worship is all I think about now. Anyone else who can relate?
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"I've Heard Guys Are Better..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—December, 2022 I didn’t do anything sexual for a full week after the CumUnion party with Osvaldo. I was sated. I monitored myself for exposures of all sorts. And was quite content to stay at home with a good book. I was ready to play again by the next Saturday. I went for an afternoon session at the bookstore. Historically, this was a busy time… The parking lot is all but bare. I think about just heading home. But I remind myself that all it takes is just one man. I park and go in. No one is in the gay theatre. There are two men in the straight one. A man who looks vaguely familiar is in the cocksucker’s seat. A man I don’t recognize is sitting in the seat in front of the regular. He is my age, or maybe a little less. He carries some extra weight. His hair is cropped close and he has a tightly trimmed beard. He’s hot. And he is really enjoying the movie. He is masturbating a good looking seven incher. I sit across the makeshift aisle from him. He nods to me as I sit down. I nod back, pleased he acknowledged me. We watch the screen. I dig my cock out. It is a good three hole hetro film. There is movement behind me. The guy in the cocksucker’s seat is on his feet and coming our way. He looks first at the new guy. Obviously, he wants fresh meat, too. SevenIncher shakes his head. Cocksucker turns to me. I shrug. He goes to his knees and takes me deeply into his mouth. SevenIncher looks surprised. Before long, he’s watching me get sucked just as much as the hard driving sex on the screen. I notice my Cocksucker is beating his own dick as he sucks. He tries for a deep throat and sprays his load between my boots. He mutters something and takes off. We watch the movie. “That was hot,” SevenIncher says, glancing at my wet dick. “I’m surprised.” “At what?” “That you let him do that. I couldn’t.” I turn to him. “Couldn’t what? Let your dick be sucked? Or suck a guy?” “Neither.” He goes silent. Then: “Sure not in public.” I am quiet for a long moment. “You like your cock sucked?” He’s surprised. “Yeah, my wife is pretty good.” Pause. “I’ve heard guys are better.” “Our mouths are bigger, less chance of teeth. And we know what feels good on our own dick—so we do that.” He thinks about that. “That makes sense.” Silence. Just the sounds of our wet, slick dicks being stroked. “Do you suck dick?” His voice is softer now. Almost a whisper. I turn to look at him. “Sure.” A beat. “You want me to?” “I dunno. Not here.” “Nobody cares. And nobody’s here.” We lapse into silence, stroking our cocks. “Ok.” This is a whisper. “Are you just gonna kneel here? What if someone comes in?” “Why don’t you stand here to the side—if we hear the door, you can just step away.” He likes this idea. He takes a deep breath and comes over, his cock held firmly in his hand. I hunch down a little in my chair to be at the right height. He stands ready. I look up at his face—it’s a mix of need and fear. I open and take him into my mouth. He lets out a low hiss of pleasure. My lips are tight on his shaft and my tongue is working madly all over the underside of it. I take him all the way down my throat, twice, before I pull off and lick his tight, pulled up testicles. “Damn…” he breathes. I go back down on him. “Oh, fuck, no!” he whispers. And he pulls his cock out of my mouth and showers the linoleum. “I swallow,” I blurt out. “Let me clean you off.” But he is already stuffing it into his khakis. “That was amazing,” he whispers and goes. I look at the wasted load on the floor. It looks very white, pooling on the dark floor. I go back to stroking. I don’t see anyone else all night. And I have never seen him again. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I've Heard Guys Are Better..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 14, 2023 -
I hooked up with this one guy on grindr several years ago. I sucked and he fucked. It was very hot. For a while, we would get together each week. Afterwards, we got into chatting about other guys we met up with on a4a or grindr. We would pull out our phones and share various chats. It turned out there were a couple guys that we had both sucked. There was another younger bottom who I had been chatting with that I brought with me one time for a hot 3way. I have two questions: (1) Have you ever shared information about guys who you have hooked up with on a4a or grindr? (2) What do you think of the ethics of doing so?
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A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—November, 2022 I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore. Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores. I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed… I go into the straight theatre first. There is not a chair to be had. I stand against the back wall. Men are groping themselves, but not stroking. I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door. There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair. A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat. I recognize him from previous visits. He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock. I know I am too old for him. Others scattered around the room look promising. I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness. The door opens. A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors. He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door. He begins to shed his puffy down jacket. But he doesn’t stop there. His shirt comes off. There is a tat in the middle of his chest. Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before. Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor. He is now naked, but for socks. He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening. As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck. He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like. He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone. I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head. The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole. Suddenly he pulls away. The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat. The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue. I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job. I can’t get enough. The man he is sucking is panting. I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole. The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy. My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor. I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not. He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face. He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew. The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now. “Let me suck your cock.” I look around. It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat. I guess his limits have expanded. I stand up and let him get my dick wet. He sucks well. He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock. His mouth tires before I do. I sit back down. An older gentleman asks to take a turn. I give him a hand so he can get to his knees. Fuck! He proves to be really toothy. All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good. I finally have to ask for a break. I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me… * I check the straight side. A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.) I go back to the gay cinema. The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting. The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked. I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth. I like we are side by side cocksuckers. “You swallow?” asks my guy. I grunt out something affirmative. I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young. My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load. This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too. The suckers are both cum whores. We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away… The room is clearing. The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves. I go back to my chair. We stroke. “I need to get out of here. You want my load?” I nod. It takes the Bear just moments to shoot. He thanks me and leaves. “That was hot.” A guy appears from the shadows. He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard. But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams. He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university. He is openly stroking a nice seven incher. I offer to suck him. “Thanks, but no. I’m just looking.” He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving. I am now alone in the room. I watch the movie. Then I do myself up and go next door. The straight room has thinned, too. The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking. I join him. He seems totally cool with this. “This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen. A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock. “That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers. We jerk in silence for a bit. I look around the room. One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone. I shrug and go next door. A regular is in the corner behind the door. We nod to each other. I stand next to him. He goes down on me—for a long time. Starting with balls and working up the shaft. The door opens. The Hipster is back. He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked. And stroking himself. I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him. The Hipster strokes faster. Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out. I help him up. His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light. I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments. I clean him up. “You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants. He pats my elbow and takes off. Hipster and I stroke. “Okay.” “Okay?” “Suck me. If you want.” I go to my knees. His cock is long and thin. I take him to the root in the first moment. “Holy fuck,” he sighs. I pull back up and tongue the head. It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!) My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric. He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day. My hand goes up them. I find fishnet-feeling underwear. Well, well. My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck. I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them. He loves this and tells me so. I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again. That’s it. He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place. As if I’m going anywhere. He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat. He wilts against the wall. I clean him up. He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive. But he lets me. And thanks me. I stand up. “I would love to see you shoot.” I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point. I lean against the wall and stroke. His hand tentatively touches my balls. And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 2, 2023 -
Jackson—October, 2022 (This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.) I wander back to the trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam table. He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups. “This should make it easier.” I go to my knees and begin eating his ass. I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth. There is movement behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in. They both have their cocks out. Gym Rat goes to his knees to suck the bear. I stand up. The table is not a great height for me, but my cock finds its way into his furry hole. I look over my shoulder. The men have reversed on who is sucking who. “Fuck me, man.” I plow into him. Hard. Flesh on flesh slapping sounds fill the room. Both men come over and jerk to our fuck. “You want a turn?” I am looking at the Bear, but Gym Rat moves to replace me. He does a couple strokes, sighs and takes off. I go back up Blond Boy. I hammer him hard for Bear’s benefit. The Bear is now hot and ready. He taps me on the shoulder and I give way. His cock finds his hole and sinks in. He pauses for a moment, obviously luxuriating in the tight wetness. He begins to pound. The table rocks. Blond Boy grunts. I stroke, sure that the Bear will give me a fresh load to fuck in. But he stops—winded. He pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.” I clean his wet cock and fuck Blond Boy some more as the Bear watches. “Let’s take a break,” says Blond Boy. The angle of the table is not very comfortable. I help get him down and go out into the main area. The Bear follows me. I find Gym Rat, shorts around his ankles, standing and jerking to the straight porn. I go to my knees and the Bear plays with Gym Rat’s nipples under his tee, and then raises it to lick them. Gym Rat pulls out of my mouth with “I need to jerk, to actually shoot.” His hand strokes himself in a flurry. He fires three blasts of semen. First in my beard—and the rest in my mouth. He thanks us and takes off. “I need to suck your cock.” The Bear indicates for me to take a seat on the couch. I do. He kneels, still jerking his cock and takes me in his mouth. Fuck! He has a great tongue. It is all over every inch of my used cock. Licking and slurping. And now my balls. The Bear leaves them wet and dripping. He is moving down, licking under them now. Sensing my ‘go to’ place of where my cock ring cradles my balls. He huffs the sex sweat I have there—and then licks it all up, groaning in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes lower yet. “You want to rim me?” “Fuck, yes.” I stand up to undo my pants, letting them fall. I sit and he pushes my knees up with his big hands before burrowing his face into my hairy crack. Damn, this guy is good. I just let my mind go blank, letting him eat me out. “Flip over.” I get up on all fours on the couch. He can get deeper into me this way—and his tongue is feeling great. He licks me for a very long time—until his knees give out on the hard concrete. “Fuck me?” he asks, standing up. “Sure.” He replaces me on the couch, on all fours. It’s my turn to rim. I try to give him as much pleasure as he just gave me. He is panting now as I dig deep into his hairy pucker. “Fuck me with that big raw dick, man. Please.” I stand up and slap my cock on his ass. I find his now loose pucker with my drooling cock head. A slight thrust and it disappears. One more thrust—and half my shaft is inside him, stretching his hole. “Damn…” he groans. Now it’s all of me. I build quickly from a slow rocking fuck to a hard driving dick down. The Bear takes it all—and asks for more. Blond Boy comes out and watches me use the Bear. He gropes himself. And then disappears down to the arcade. I fuck the Bear until he needs to change position. He wants it on his back, but that will be impossibly low for me on the couch. We decide to use the exam table. I find how I can adjust the height and the angle for his back. The Bear gets up on it, feet resting on the stirrups. I eat his wet hole again. He calls me a pig, as I do it. I stand up and fuck. He starts with jerking his cock in rhythm to my strokes—but soon leaves his dick alone and just focuses on the pleasure I am giving his ass and prostate. I am so close to shooting—at least twice—but I just keep going. Finally, he stops me. He has to get to some sort of appointment. We exchange numbers. We both want more from each other. I look around the deserted play area. Anyone here to get me off? Blond Boy appears. He gets up on the adjusted exam table. I eat his hole—wondering if he got fucked downstairs. I stand, enter and blast a load deep into his guts… * I had so much fun, that the next day I made an afternoon trip to the closest bookstore. Of course, I proved the point that it’s all in who is there. In the near deserted building, I did find a man who let me suck him. Just as he was about to cum, he told me I could fuck him if I rubbered up. I swallowed his load instead. The only other playful man there was a hot guy with a shaved head. His limits stopped with hand jobs. I went home. The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2022
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Jackson—October, 2022 It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout. I went on a Wednesday afternoon. This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend. But it was a terrific set of encounters… I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me. I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy. No one is viewing the variety of screens at this end of the building. I go the other way—the gay room is dark—the big screen television isn’t even on. The trans room at the end of the corridor is empty, too. Fuck. I go back and sit—watching a straight video. The man in it is good looking, hung and demanding. My cock stirs and I begin to jack. I hear a movement behind me in one of the cloth cubicles. I turn. A naked man appears. He is a blond, hairy cub type—mid 30’s to 40’s. His decent sized dick is hard and throbbing. I have used him here before. He recognizes, me, too. “Let me suck that big dick.” He gets on his knees and takes my cock into his mouth. He’s great. And it’s an incredibly sloppy blow job. My balls are collecting puddles of his spit. I tell him to lick them clean. He does, willingly, staying there until I nudge his head back to my shaft. He finally pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He kneels on the couch, supporting his arms on the back. I eat his ass for a long time, licking at all the hair that runs rampant down his ass crack, but always coming back to tongue drill his once tight pucker. Finally, I stand and slide into him. He grunts. And says “The harder the better.” I begin plowing into him. We hear the main door open, but the GH cubicles block our view for the moment. Then he appears, a man around the same age as the guy I am in. He is dark haired and built. His massive biceps fill the sleeves of his red T-shirt. I pray he will come over and stick his cock in the Blond Boy’s mouth. Now he really sees us, too, and realizes what we are doing. He walks slowly toward us. His hand gropes the front of his baggy gym shorts. But then he turns and walks away towards the gay area. We fuck a little more, but I know Blond Boy is anxious to see what trouble he can get into with Gym Rat. I let him go and watch the straight movie. I give them five minutes. When I reach the gay room, the television is now on and gives a ghostly light to the action happening. Blond Boy is sitting in a stuffed chair, left over from someone’s 1990’s living room. Gym Rat has his dick in BB’s mouth. His gym shorts are around his ankles. He wears no undergear of any kind. Blond Boy, still slurping on GR’s cock, grabs the ample butt cheeks of Gym Rat. He pulls them apart. I kneel and my tongue makes contact with a much tighter asshole. “Holy fuck,” Gym Rat grunts out. He has two terrific tongues working on him at the same time. GR sighs again. “He tells me you have a big cock. Fuck me.” I re-double my efforts to get him really wet. I can’t wait to get into him. I lick and spit a few more times, as I grease my dick up. I stand. It’s not a great angle, but I get the head into him, while he’s still being blown. “Slow,” he hisses. I have already stopped. He tries to push back on me. “You’re just too big, man. Sorry.” Blond Boy comes off his dick. “Then fuck me again.” He hunkers down in the chair. Gym Rat kneels on the arms of it, so he can still get to Blond Boy’s mouth. I have to kneel to fuck Blond Boy. I do, and slide into the hole I left dripping with precum. It’s a fun fuck—but it is hard for any of us to be comfortable. I plow him and occasionally slip a finger into Gym Rat’s ass. My knees on the hard floor give out first. We all stretch and head our separate ways: Gym Rat to the basement arcade, Blond Boy to see who walked past us into the trans room and I go back to the main area. The moment I sit down the main door opens. I don’t turn, I just jerk and wait to see if they come my way. I smell him before I see him. The acrid smell of asphalt. Now I do turn. It’s one of the construction crew working on the highway. He is in stained work clothes, that smell of his job—and it’s a total turn on for me. He glances at my cock and sits right next to me on the love seat. He pulls out his cock. Bigger than average and uncut. His rough hands play with himself, one on the shaft and one on his hairy balls. We stroke silently. Throwing sidelong glances at each other. He breaks the silence. “I really hoped to find a cocksucker here.” Without a word, I slip to the floor and take him into my mouth. His hands caress the cropped hair on my head. That asphalt smell again. He is dripping precum like crazy. “I really need this.” I work on his foreskin. I pull it down with just my lips and tongue. He groans. He is getting close, very fast. To slow him just a little I go to his balls. They are wonderfully musky from a half day’s work. He groans. “Take my cock—I’m gonna shoot.” I work up and swallow him down. He erupts the moment he feels my tongue. It’s a massive load—creamy and thick—and his whole body is shaking. I keep him in my mouth, nursing his cock, until he stops. I stand up. The back of his hand touches the underside of my cock. “Someday,” he says, “I’m gonna try sucking one of these…” I smile and move so he can stand up, zip up and get back to work… * I take a moment after he leaves. Then I wonder back to the trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam table. He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups. “This should make it easier.” I go to my knees and begin eating his ass. I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth. There is movement behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in. They both have their cocks out… Lots more to cum—Next Time. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Right Men in the Right Place (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 4, 2022
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"You Want to Give Him Your Load?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2022 Last time, I noted how different cruising, even in the same location, can be every time you go. It is so dependent on who shows up and who is in a playful mood. Six days later I went back to the same bookstore. It wasn’t a bad experience—but just so different from the week before… It’s Friday night. There are men around—but no one is staying in one place long enough to get anything started. In my first few moments in the straight theatre, sitting and stroking in the cock sucker’s seat, the door has opened a dozen times. Men meander in, stay for 30 seconds and then continue their search for some action to watch. They usually let the door slam shut behind them. There is one man staying in the room. He is way down front and has no interest in either my cock or my mouth. The video changes—and not for the better. It is one of those where the director talks to the woman about to have anal sex. Forever. I try to stuff my cock down my trouser leg and do up my fly to go next door. I succeed in making a giant tent in my pants. I try to disguise it by holding my water bottle in front of me as I go next door. There are a few men here watching the gay porn. I sit—but the door is opened and closed with the 30 second visitors almost as much. The video here is good. I have arrived in the middle of a threeway on the screen and two of the other viewers are stroking. A trucker type, with a full beard, notices me. His face lights up. He walks over to me, presenting me with his very average sized cock. “Like you did before?” he asks. Nothing else is happening, so I lean forward and swallow him down. He is one of those easy cummers—that group of men where just the idea of someone willing to suck their cock makes them blow. He gives me a load in mere moments. He quickly leaves. One of the two others in the room goes out with him. A grey haired, distinguished type, is left sitting in the back corner. “It looks like you need someone to do that to you.” I nod, stand and, with my cock swaying, walk over to him. He takes me deep into his mouth. His tongue finds just the right spots. I sigh, contented. The door opens. My man does not stop. Always a good sign. A younger daddy (a real daddy, who would look at home pushing a stroller) comes in. He leans against the wall fascinated by the real-life porn in front of him. He actually takes out his cock to stroke as he watches me get serviced. I look back at him again. I give him a hand wave to come join us. To my surprise, he does. I soon have a bigger than average cock in my hand. I just hold his drooling dick as he watches the older guy pull off my cock—to show the new guy just how much he’s taken down his throat. “Damn,” the young daddy breathes. “Let him suck yours.” He shakes his head. I give his cock a slight tug—and that’s all the encouragement it takes. He steps forward for the grey-haired man to suck him. I hold the young daddy’s balls as his shaft is slurped down. “God…” he groans. “You want to give him your load?” I murmur in his ear. He nods. It’s going to take no time at all. He suddenly grabs my shoulders and begins bucking into the cocksucker’s mouth. I can see each spurt of his cock in how his face spasms each time. He’s exhausted when he’s done. I look down at the cocksucker. His mouth is literally overflowing with jizz. The young daddy leaves without a word. I offer my cock back to the guy—I’d like to use my cockhead to mop up some of the jizz on his chin. But he’s had enough. (I later wonder if he got off in his pants on the scene.) He heads home. I am alone and stroking. * A bearish Black guy comes in. He sucks me briefly, before offering me his flaccid dick. It never gets hard—and he gets embarrassed. He takes off. Two men, regulars, arrive. They sit and I wait for cocks to come out. But tonight, they are here to chat with each other it seems. They ask my opinion on other sex venues in Michigan. I tell them what I know, and my erection finally gives up and gets stuffed back in my jock… The good news is that the pair gave me a recommendation of a new place to go in Michigan when I have some travel time… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Want to Give Him Your Load?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 2, 2022 -
"You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2022 It never ceases to amaze me how different cruising in the same location can be. It is, of course, all about who is there that night. On the first day of October, I hit the perfect crowd at the bookstore nearest to my home. I haven’t been here on a weekend night in a long time. I can barely find room to park. There is one space left. I go in, pay and head to the straight theatre. There are maybe nine men in the room. And two of us are white. This is an interesting change. It is usually the other way around, if it is racially diverse at all. The porn is with people of color, too. I sit happily along the side wall. A bear of a white guy is on his knees sucking the cock of a Black daddy in the back corner. Some watch and stroke, some watch the screen. I haul my cock out and am instantly erect. The sexual current in the room is really high. Almost instantly a young, thin Black man across from me licks his lips in a suggestive way. I nod. Before he can get to me, a built 30-something Black man stands in front of me. “Fuck me.” He grabs my cock and all but twists it off. I let out a yelp. “Come on. In one of the booths and fuck me good.” I tell him I just sat down and need a moment. (I really need to make sure my cock is still working after his death grip.) He goes off. My potential cocksucker is on his knees in front of another Black man, getting a mouthful of beer can cock. I stroke to his bobbing head. I watch the guy he’s sucking, as his whole body stiffens. He shoots in the young man’s mouth, who swallows every drop. The guy gets up fast and leaves. The young man, who is thin and in jeans and a tight Tee-shirt, looks again at me. I nod. He licks a stray strand of cum off his top lip and crawls over to between my legs. He pauses, before going down on me to unzip. He pulls out a short, dripping cock. His fist wraps around himself at the same time his lips wrap around me. He's good. Velvety. And I like the thought of another man’s load in his mouth. He knows to go for my balls. He loves them. He strokes himself faster. His other hand lifts them so his tongue can trail along my metal cockring. He inhales deeply and sighs. “Oh, fuck…” he murmurs. He can’t stop licking me there and inhaling the slightly sweaty musk of my very essence. He strokes harder—and is suddenly shooting between my boots. He apologetically kisses my balls again and gets up. My finger catches a drooling drop of semen from his dick before he puts it away. I lick my finger clean. He thanks me and takes off. “Is that what you’d rather do?” says the guy who twisted my dick so hard. I shrug. “My friend wants to blow you.” He gestures towards the back wall. A cute, young Black man is there in a ball cap with the logo from the closest university. I smile at him and he comes towards me. He tells me he wants to do it in a booth. I sigh, but I get up, button up and go with him. “Jealous!” hisses his friend at us as we go by. We settle in with a closed door. Not my favorite, but the guy is hot and eager. He gets down on his knees. I stand. He fishes out his cock and strokes. He also inhales my scent. He must be aware of how wet the last kid left my balls. But he begins right there and slowly works up my cock shaft. I am soon treated to one of the best blow jobs I can remember. He does everything right—and the love of what he is doing is contagious. I stand still or face fuck him—whatever he wants—without a word being spoken. I love his mouth and tell him so. But I can’t get off. Not this early in the evening. He works hard to make it happen. I finally tell him he’s doing everything right—it just takes me forever. He nods in understanding and says “We were on our way out of here. Do you want my load, I am so ready to shoot.” I go to my knees. He has a long thin cock that hooks downward slightly. It fits perfectly down my throat. And he blasts off in moments. A huge, thick load. The moment he can breathe again, there is a soft rap on the door. “Come on,” the guy who wanted to get fucked whispers. “We’re late.” We grin at each other and go to clean up—but I have cleaned him so well there is nothing for his fast food napkin to wipe up. * The crowd is gone from the straight theatre. No one is in the room. I go next door. Two men are here. The white guy looks as me as I get my dick out. He does the head nod, to see if I’m interested. I nod back. He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs. He is ten years younger than I, at a guess. His beard feels terrific on my balls. I look across at the other man in the chair against the back wall. He is around my age, Black and brawny with some grey in his hair. He takes out his dick as he watches me get sucked. The next thing I know he stands and walks over to us. He slaps my cheek with his wet cock—as if I wasn’t paying attention to him. I open and take his pretty standard sized, but very hard, cock into my mouth. This is one of my favorite bookstore moments—one guy on my cock and a dick in my mouth at the same time. It never happens often enough. Everyone in the room is getting just what they want. I can feel that I am producing more precum as I suck. “Damn, you suck good,” the guy in my mouth groans. I ruffle the guy’s hair who is doing me to tell him the same thing, my mouth being full. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” I keep doing it. In moments he is blasting into my mouth. And it’s the release I need, too. I give every drop of my load to the man with the beard. He takes me happily. We both clean the deflating dicks in our respective mouths with pleasure… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 30, 2022 -
"Swallow My Cum, Stud"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—September, 2022 I wanted a change. It was Saturday, so I decided to pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those viewing areas of different types of porn. When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot. It was still before noon, I figured. And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of men anyway. I parked and went in. There is a new price for the lounge. I have brought in exact change—so I need to go back to the car for more. I sigh—but go back, pay and go in. Well, well. They have actually been working on the place. The lounge, many years ago, was a strip club. There have always been remnants of that era: the stage, tables, the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area had once been their dressing room. The various nooks created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn, are gone. So is the stage. Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in the back walls. Steps and a platform run behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the booth. A covered slurp ramp, if you will. More makeshift cubicles are opposite the booths. They are made of cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy. The televisions are mounted around the end of the room that used to be the Trans area. Some are high on the walls, others are on tables. The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are looking at. There are chairs and couches to sit and view them all. I continue my tour in the other direction. I pass the unused glassed walled shower where strippers once showed off. It’s a storage space now. I pass the men’s bathroom, no change there. The women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new sofas and chair and better porn. At the end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space. It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam table. Are folks really going to get naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups? I can only hope that this crowd is brave enough. I sit in the new gay area and stroke. I am soon joined by a man I vaguely recognize. I figure out where I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground this year. He hauls out his cock, too. We chat about the new playspace here. He is not impressed. Eventually we trade blow jobs. He has a nice cock and an adequate mouth. It’s all pleasant friction, not explosive in the least. He’s making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade. I hear movement in the corridor. The swish of nylon rubbing together. I look over at the open door and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble by. She nods to me and goes to the new Trans room. I stroke a little more, zip up and see who else has arrived. It is sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side screens. I go up the steps and try to feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the booths. Two are too low for my long legs, but the third feels comfortable. I make a mental note for another day. I go down the hall and find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room. Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair. I stick my dick in her face. Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep throat saliva. I begin to face fuck. Demandingly. She grunts out her pleasure. In moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth. He spits the cum on the floor. They both take off. I stroke, back in the gay area. Lunch in my car. I go back in. More men have arrived, but not many. A silver haired daddy is standing and stroking to the side-by-side screens. He had a thick, veiny dick. I sit near him, hauling out my dick and begin stroking. First, he looks at me and then away. Then I do the same. Finally, he moves another step towards me. “Do you suck cock?” I smile at him and go to my knees. It’s a pleasure to suck this beauty. He makes appreciative grunts and holds onto my shoulders. Suddenly his grip tightens. He blasts a load straight into my throat. Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble. I clean him up. “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he murmurs. “If I ever feel brave enough.” I smile at him again. And lick up the drop of cum that has just appeared in his ample piss slit… * A man in his 40’s is watching straight bondage porn on a small screen. He notices me looking at him. He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps behind the glory hole booths. I can’t believe it. I step into the booth. His cock is there, long and hooded with foreskin. I sit on the little hassock provided and suck his dick. He groans and seems really into it. My tongue gets under his hood and he moans. I think I have an easy load. But suddenly the main door opens. No one entering can possibly see him, but he freaks out. He pulls away, zips up and all but runs out of the lounge… * In the gay room I find a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock. It’s his semi parked out back. He has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself. He nods his head at me and spreads his legs, inviting me to get to work. I kneel and suck. He is a great precummer. And a moaner. Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how good it fells. He groans again and looks down at my cock, twice the size of his. He is fascinated. He reaches down and touches me. “Let me suck that thing.” I stand up. He takes me tentatively in his mouth. He figures out how to cover his teeth. I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping even more precum. He groans—and I know he’s going to blow. I am torn to keep my dick in his mouth or to take his load. He decides for me. He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow my cum, stud.” I go to my knees and am able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Swallow My Cum, Stud" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 23, 2022 -
"You Swallow, Man?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2022 A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more. I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore. I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month… I open the door of the straight theatre. Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees. I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need. There are more men here, but they aren’t in action. Yet. I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking. In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen. I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in. I sit and open my fly. As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster. The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip. He has a nice thin seven incher. He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head. From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet. The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges. He sees me and makes right for me. His cock is out and swinging. He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch. It doesn’t take long. He erupts again, never getting hard. I look at Seven Incher. He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him. He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat. He has an awesome foreskin. My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth. He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves. The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy. He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick. I stroke alone. A cute, blond cub comes in. He looks familiar. “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks. I do. And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before. He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone. I zip up and follow. “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks. Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass. I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave. I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. He gives me some excellent head. “Remember my balls,” I sigh. He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire. I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack. Fuck! He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play. “You gonna fuck me this time?” “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack. I come up for air. “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy. “Every inch.” I get his hole wetter yet. He leans forward, braced on the seat. I stand up and slide in. He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices. He takes my full length on the first try. He groans and hits his poppers. With the cap back on, I begin to pump him. His hand reaches for his cock. I fuck into him faster. A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth. He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags. I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot. He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight. * A lull. I watch the gay video and stroke. A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in. He is gym built underneath his work clothes. Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out. He’s thick—plumped, but not hard. “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks. “I can be…” He gets up and brings me his cock. His pants drop to his ankles. His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls. His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin. As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole. It brushes across it. His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches. Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock. I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down. He sighs, “So good. Suck me just like that.” My finger grazes his asshole again. His cock spews out a wad of precum. My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again. The man grabs my ears and fucks my face. He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in. He is reaching the point of no return. “You swallow, man?” I grunt an affirmative. My finger finds his pucker. It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him. “Shit, yes! Take my load, man. Take it!” I have to swallow fast. It’s huge. And doesn’t stop. Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue. He lets me clean him off. Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go. I get every drop off him before I release my hold. He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes. “That was hot.” It’s the guy who came in. He is around my age, tall and thin. He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job. “It looks like you need to get off.” I nod. He hands me his poppers. I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them. He takes a hit himself. But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth. He fucks my face. “Here it comes. Argh!” He shoots. He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth. The poppers do their work on me. I erupt. Spurt after spurt.. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 17, 2022 -
Inspired By the Porn
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2022 I has a work project near Indy, and I didn’t have any sex for the two full weeks. There was simply no time. The day I got home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load. I checked to see how my area of Michigan was faring with the new Mpox health emergency. There were no cases in my county. Not foolproof, but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination mature. I went to my usual bookstore—where men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities. The parking lot was not crowded, but… I check the straight cinema, as I always do, first. No one. Of interest. I go into the gay theatre. A cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company. He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted. I unbutton and pull out my stiffening cock. The Cub takes note. He gropes himself harder. Another man, just under my age, comes in. He nods to the two of us and sits across from me. I am at an angle against the side wall so that both men can see me easily. The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger than average cock. We stroke and grope. Watching the movie. Watching each other. A wonderfully messy (and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen. It is lapped up by the top. We all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth of the eager man he’s just fucked. This makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock. The next scene on screen is a threeway. The Cub stands up and looks at me. I spread my legs. Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels to the side. I think this will be an awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong. He is an expert cock sucker. He takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on purpose and comes up for air before doing it again. Now he’s moved to my balls with no urging from me. I sigh. This guy is good. He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious. His tongue action is making me squirm. I would love to give him my load. But I’m not there yet. Back to my cock head he goes. His tongue roots around in my piss slit. He moans each time he gets a drop of precum. His mouth now covers the whole helmet. Down he goes, choking himself on my shaft. Over and over. Finally, he stands up, apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor. I turn to him and his drooling cock is right at my eye level. I take it in my mouth. “Oh, no! I’ll…” He starts spurting before he can even finish the sentence. I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he zips up and leaves. “That was super hot.” It’s the third man, with the above average dick. He stands up and comes over to me. I wait to see it he wants to give or get or both. He starts with his dick in my mouth. From super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast. But the guy has jerked himself way too much. He fires off his load in no time at all. He sighs contentedly and lets me get every drop. He too zips up and leaves. I watch the movie, glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone. I hear the door. I make no move to cover my cock. A man, a little older than I, a regular, comes in. His head is shaved and he is in decent shape for older men around here. His face lights up when he sees me. “You’ve sucked me before,” he chortles. I nod. He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still sit on the chair. Work as I might, he never gets hard. But he is sighing as if I am doing everything right. I hear the door. It is a man who I often see him with—a friend or boyfriend. I don’t care which, for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth. “Take it. Take my cum…” And his flaccid cock spasms in my mouth and gives me a huge load. Between the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock sucker. He chokes on my load, but manages to swallows every drop… The original, and over 1000 other entries, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Inspired By the Porn (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 14, 2022 -
How do you clear your mouth of spit to make room for when he cums? There was one guy i would suck off every few times he had availability for about 2 years before I moved away. He wanted his cock sucked SLOWLY and I always did it the way he wanted. sucking him that way made it easy for me to swallow every time. Lately I haven’t Thad much look finding guys available to suck. the rare times I try to swallow anyone else, my mouth is surprised by the taste and texture and makes it impossible to swallow. Plus many times a guy will say he’s cumming After I’ve sucked up and down for a long time without stopping and then there’s no time to spit out my saliva so I just let him cum in my mouth then have to spit it all out
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A Bookstore Full of Big Dick
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Northern Indiana—August, 2022 I was headed home after my five weeks in Indiana. Somewhere, along the way, my balls began begging for release. I veered a little west and decided to stop at the bookstore where on one side of the lobby there are booths with glory holes and on the other a cinema. I paid, pissed and went to the cinema… There are two older men in the space. I sit down on a bench that is against the waist-high wall that runs along the back. Often the action here is behind the wall, vaguely hidden. (As if you can’t tell that a man is standing there getting his cock sucked by someone out of sight.) One man is on a similar bench on the other side of the room. The other is standing, tentatively, by the curtained entrance. Neither seem eager for play of any kind. The curtains part. The light skinned Black man I have now met in two different Michigan bookstores is here. We smile—and actually chuckle a little. He sits next to me. He unzips and flops out his darker version of my dick. I know exactly what I want to do. I slip to the floor, take him in my mouth and get his cock every bit as hard as mine. It’s like a sex alarm has gone off. Four men come into the room as I suck him. Each takes his cock out and jacks as they watch us. My bud finally pulls me off him. I now sit down on the bench and let him suck me. He deliberately starts on my balls, showing off my gleaming, wet cock to the dim room. I look over at the new men. There is a short, furry guy, in his 40’s, in jeans and a denim jacket. His dick is fat and long. There is a man my age in dress pants and sports coat—right from the office. His big dick juts out, an angry red color. There is also a college aged kid, with more cock than usual. An older guy is the last addition. He is keeping his dick hidden with all the big men in the room. My bud stops sucking and gestures towards the new men, inviting them to join us. Furry guy takes him up on the offer and brings us his cock. I go to the floor next to my bud and we take turns licking and sucking him. We even have a moment of one of us on one side of his shaft, and the one on the other, moving our lips and tongues in unison along the engorged cock. He is so thick I can barely get him comfortably in my mouth. I let my bud do that, he seems to take him easily. I gesture to the big-dicked office guy. He steps towards us, but stops. I get up and go to him. His cock is extra-long, but not so thick. He has a slight downward curve that makes for easy sucking. He likes that—and fucks my face a little. I pull off him. He pulls me up. We kiss and he goes to his knees to sample mine. I notice that while I was busy on my knees, the college kid had gone over to my friend and the furry guy. The young guy is jerking his seven-incher like a mad man as he goes back and forth from one man to the other. I like how the man not being sucked is holding the boy in place on the other daddy. My bud catches my eye. He grins at me. He whispers something in Furry Guy’s ear. He nods and pulls the college kid up and all three of them join the two of us against the side wall. We change partners. I suck Furry Guy again. My angle is better now and I can take more of him. Soon we switch. Suit Coat is getting sucked by College Kid, while my bud is on all fours, his mouth replacing the College Kid’s hand. “You need to try his dick,” my bud tells College Kid. The kid looks at me and then crawls over as I stand up. He’s amazing—a true Hoover of a mouth. Furry Guy and Suit Coat stroke—while my bud plays with College Kid’s nipples. Another man joins us. He sucks all of us. I remember nothing about what he looked like, but he has the most memorable line of the day: “I have never seen so many big dicks in one place!” I am encouraged to fuck Suit Coat. I rim him first. He is hairy and hot and moist. He bends and is supported by Furry Guy. I can’t wait to sink into his ass. He takes me easily—hissing out “Fuck me hard, stud.” I do. So hard that my Bud helps steady him, too. College Kid stands up—and watches every thrust of my cock into the hairy ass. I pull out. I have gone a little too deep. I go off to wash. When I get back, my bud is nowhere to be found. Furry Guy is deep in College Kid’s mouth. I go over and find his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. I twist lightly. It’s all it takes—he groans and spews his load down College Kid’s throat. He takes off. College Kid crawls over to me and unbuttons my 501’s. He takes my freshly washed cock out—and easily get me hard again. He is jerking himself. Like a mad man. I ask if he wants me to take a turn on him. He shakes his head. He swallows me to the root—and chokes himself on purpose. It’s his trigger. He spurts all over my boots. He apologizes—after he comes back to reality. I shrug. He takes off. All my playmates are gone and the remaining men are happy doing nothing. I tour the arcade. After all the hot play I don’t want to stick my dick through a hole. I go back to the cinema. There is Furry Guy—he’s just taken a break. He is half hard, stroking himself back to life. I stand next to him. “Can I suck you some more?” “I can’t possible cum again,” he whispers back. “I just want to get off with your dick in my mouth.” He nods. I go to my knees. I am so hard just looking at his half-hard cock. I take all of it—letting him get full hard deep in my throat. It’s a wonderfully tight feeling. I finally back off and work his piss slit with my tongue. “Suck me, fucker,” he mumbles. My fist is working fast—almost as fast as the flogging College Kid gave himself. Furry Guy lays his big hand on my head. It’s just resting there—but it’s enough to make me spurt, covering the floor between his legs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Full of Big Dick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 8, 2022 -
I was recently in Amsterdam again for business. Amsterdam is also one of my favorite cities for anonymous sex. On my way back to the train station I made my usual stop at Drake's Sex Shop where I paid the admission fee and climbed the steep staircase up to the video booths. It was late afternoon and eight booths appeared to be occupied as the indicator lights on and doors were locked. About six guys were milling around. I found a booth with a glory hole where the adjoining booth was occupied. Bending over, I peeked through the glory hole, seeing a hot, business man in his mid-40s, dressed in black slacks, white shirt and tie, who was stroking his large uncut dick as he gazed at the video screen. I stepped into the booth, locked the door and knelt at the glory hole, giving the signal through the hole that I wanted to suck. He immediately stood, and slid his seven inch rock hard cock through the hole. I took his cock head into my mouth and sucked on his very ample foreskin. He loved the attention I was paying to it. He was soon ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Soon I could feel his cock swell and throb so I knew he was close. And sure enough, I almost immediately tasted his sweet cum filling my mouth. I think he probably was straight because, in a very straight fashion, no sooner had he cum than he immediately withdrew his cock from my mouth, tucked his cock away, zipped up and left. I'd like to think he was on his way home from work and stopped in for a quick bj before going home to the wife and kids. Within just a moment the door to the adjoining booth opened again and a guy in his mid 30's bent down to look into my booth. He saw my face on the other side, then stepped into the booth and locked the door. As he was unzipping and pulling out his dick, I positioned my mouth up to the hole. He immediately fed me his limp cock. Again, as with most Europeans, his cock was uncut. I again sucked on and worshiped his very ample foreskin. He cock quickly grew in my mouth. Once he reached full hardness, he started to fuck my mouth. The hole was large enough that he pushed his low hanging balls through the hole as well. I quickly sucked on both balls, rolling them around in my mouth. Then he pulled his balls from my mouth and again began to fuck my mouth with his cock for about five minutes, until he filled my mouth with his load. Once he had left, a young black stud entered the booth. He again peeked into my booth to see me on my knees, with my mouth to the hole. He entered the booth, locked the door and completely undressed himself. He was about six feet tall, 190 lbs, muscled, and probably in his late 20's. His nine inch, thick cock was already hard as he slid himself through the glory hole. I worshiped his cock head for awhile, licked up and down his shaft, and took as much of his bbc down my throat as I could. He was rock hard and I could taste a lot of precum oozing from his piss slit. I really wanted his cock in my ass. After about five or six minutes of cock sucking I stood up, pulled my pants to my ankles, spit on my fingers a few times and lubed my asshole with my spit. Then I turned, spreading my ass cheeks and presented my ass at the glory hole. I heard him spit and felt him smear my hole with more spit. Then I felt his hard cock head press against my hole. I took a deep sniff of my poppers as I felt his bbc begin to slide up into me. His cock was so long and thick, that I had to just keep breathing in the poppers, so that I could accommodate his big cock, but soon he was all the way into me and began to fuck. His fuck was long, deep and slow for a few minutes, then as I felt his cock swell to even more thickness and hardness, he began to fuck me faster. This young, black, hottie was really pounding deeply into me, slamming against the wall which separated us. Finally, above the sound of the loud music, groans and grunts of all the porn showing in the booths, I could hear his groans above the background noise as he slammed as deep into my ass, unloading a sweet load deep into my body. I clamped my ass muscles around his throbbing cock as he shot volley after volley of cum into me. As soon as I could feel him withdrawing his cock from my hole I pulled off him, turned and got back on my knees, with my face to the glory hole. He pushed his cum-covered cock to my lips and I sucked and licked his slowly softening cock clean. My lips squeezed every last drop of his salty yet bitter cum out of his balls. I can honestly say loved every drop that I cleaned off his cock. Once we were done, I tried to dress quickly as I wanted to give him my email address in the hopes he would fuck me again. We both exited our booths at the same time. "Hello", I said, adding "That was an awesome fuck. I get here to Amsterdam a lot. I'd love to have you fuck me again." "Fuck, yeah", he replied. Pulling a piece of paper and pen from my pocket, I wrote my name and email address on the paper and handed it to him. "Write me. I'll send you my Amsterdam schedule for next month. Let's fuck." By the time I got back to my hotel he had written me. I now have his email address and plan to get together with him again. He can fuck me anytime.
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