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My Playroom—December, 2023 Zane was due at my place after supper. He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road. I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped. I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving. My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night. A few moments later he arrived. We hugged. We chatted. I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car. Soon enough, we were down in the playroom. Zane was naked but for a once white jockstrap. He knelt, unasked, in the middle of the room… I close the door. The space heater is on and the whirring sound fills the space, competing with the groans and moans coming from the porn on the television. “Let me suck that cock.” Zane looks right at me. He is just past 30, hairy everywhere he should be and has let his beard become long. I toss my bathrobe at the chair next to the toy rack. My mound of cock swells, contorting the fabric of the pouch. I move so Zane can lean in and lick it. He does, enjoying the taste and the smell of past sex. He frees my balls and licks them. For a long time. My cock is so damn hard and he ignores it. Finally, he untangles it from the pouch and takes it into his mouth. And down his throat. I let him proceed at his own pace. Suddenly he stands up. We kiss. Sharing the taste of my cock on his tongue. He lifts my left arm above my head and proceeds to like my pit. Every inch of it. We kiss—sharing this taste, too. Then the other. And a kiss. I do the same to his pits. Though fresh from his shower, they still hold his natural smell. We kiss once more. Long and passionate. “I really need to eat your ass.” Zane hops up on the fuck bench. He arches his back and his hairy cheeks are spread and ready for me. I kneel and dive in. He grinds his damp ass crack against my face. I eat him out. Hungrily. “Fuck me hard!” I ignore him. I can’t get enough of his butt. I love having him here and all to myself. I don’t have to share with an entire houseful of men. Of course, eventually I do stand up, my cock lubed, ready and dripping precum. I smear the bead of viscid liquid on his hole. Zane moans and I push forward—entering his ass for the first time that night. His head comes up—he watches me in the mirror in front of him as I glide all the way in. I hold for a moment before I begin to fuck. Without even consciously thinking about it, my hips begin to move. My cock saws and in out of his hole. I slow as he takes a hit of poppers. The moment he replaces the cap, I am fucking him at full force. Pounding into his ass. Making him groan and gasp at the strength of my anal assault. Just as suddenly, I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He licks me clean. Ravenously. I squat down and we kiss again. Sharing the flavors of his wet ass. I go back and lick his slightly gaping hole. He groans, knowing that at any minute I will stand back up and fuck him every bit as hard… * I am in the sling. Zane loves to rim his daddies. He has licked and spit and done all the rimming tricks I did to him. He now stands and leans across me. We kiss again. I love the taste of my ass as much as he does. The kiss is long and his hardon grinds against my wet hole. We change places. I eat and then fuck him—rimming after each quick fuck. His eyes are always on the mirror above him, watching my tongue or cock split him open. “I really want to ride you.” I help him out of the sling and lie down on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my balls again, leaving them even wetter. Now a quick cock cleaning, lapping up any of his stray ass jizz. He crawls up me, his furry chest rubbing against my all but hairless one. We kiss again. He reaches behind him and guides my rigid dick to his hole. He pushes back, impaling himself on my cock. He straightens up and begins to bounce. “Oh, fuck, yeah….” he mumbles. I look up at him. His eyes are now closed, his face contorted. I glance at the big mirror that runs alongside the bed. I love seeing him fuck himself down on me. Every bit as hard as I fucked him on the bench. Suddenly, his eyes open and he’s back to reality. He pulls off my cock. He devours the wet flesh. Once again, we kiss, sharing our bodies’ juices. When we come up for air, I say: “I have something for you.” He looks at me inquiringly. I tell him to hop in the sling while I go get it. When I come back from the freezer, with the cum from the bookstore frozen in the condom, he is lying there, looking excited. “Two loads from the bookstore…” PIC I snip off the knot and peel the latex away from the frozen nugget of semen. I describe the road worker who likes his balls abused—so he can shoot big. I talk about the Voyeur’s long thin cock and how, if he decides to have sex that day, he usually uses my mouth. Zane trembles with the cold—but it slips into his ass easily. My cock follows it. I love how it has cooled his ass. The head of my cock finds the melting chunk of cum deep inside him. I fuck him, slowly. Letting the cum wet his ass and my cock. I pull my coated dick out of him and bring it up to him. “Taste their loads.” He does, cleaning every inch of my erection. “Swallow them—I’ve already had them in my mouth.” When my cock is cum free, I go back to his ass. I lick the tiny trickle of semen dripping out of that slight gape. I stand and sink into him. I lean across his hairy body and feed him the semen I just licked up. A slow dribble into his open mouth. I fuck him hard. Frothing the jizz around this hole as I pull out. I bring my wet dick to his mouth again. He cleans me up before I clean up the sticky mess clinging to his hairy ass. “Rimseat.” I pull it out from where it sits and bring it next to the bed. I go under and Zane sits on it. His ass is wet, but I want the cum that’s still deep inside him. I drill into him. His ass opens—but I get no more than a couple of delicious drops of semen. His ass won’t give it up. I tap his thighs for him to rise. “Back to the sling.” He jumps in. I stick my dick inside him. “You wanted some piss in your ass—well here…” I leave it unfinished as my bladder empties into him. “I’ll wash that damn cum out of you.” My body take over. I begin to fuck him, sloshing with every stroke. I meant for him to sit on my face again, but my cock needs to shoot. Now. I am so close as I fuck in his piss hot hole. “Give it to me!” Zane knows just what’s happening. I fuck a few more strokes and explode. I grab the top of the sling frame for support. Zane grabs his own dick and, in a few strokes, covers his furry abs and chest with his pearly white jizz… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass December 27, 2023- 2 comments
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Finding Cum for the Freezer
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—December, 2023 At the top of the month, I’d heard from Zane, the scent pig (and co-host of the huge house party in Chicago.) He was headed home to see his parents before the holidays. “Could I spend the night at your house?” he asked. Of course, I said yes. As the date neared, I got to thinking more and more about what we both loved…cum in his hole. I had not jerked off for a long time, so I had no extra loads in the freezer. The day before he was due to arrive, I went to see if I could find some loads for him at the bookstore… It’s Friday afternoon. I expect the parking lot to be full. And it has a few cars in it. But as I lock mine up, I notice the men are in their cars—not inside watching or having sex. I go in. As always, I start on the straight side. There is one very old man there in the cocksucker’s seat. Asleep. I go next door. I am alone. I sit and pull out my cock. And stroke. In moments, I hear the door open. In walks the construction worker who like his balls squeezed. He grins at me and sits down, opening his fly and then unbuttoning the waistband. He pulls the pants down so they around his knees. He sits, bare-assed, on the chair. I slide to the floor and get to work. I suck. I twist. I crush his big balls. Once again, as my mouth moves to his over-sized hairy sack, he strokes himself. I lick his balls and down to his perineum. I’d tongue his hole if he’s let me. Something about this guy makes me want to do nasty things to him. Today, he’s in a hurry to get back to work. He is ready to cum much faster—but then again, I started right in abusing those balls this time. He groans and mutters “I’m gonna shoot…” I take him into my mouth and milk the cum out of him. His load is huge. I have trouble not swallowing it. I lick him clean as I did last time. The moment he turns away to zip up, I drool his load into a Magnum I have unrolled and hidden in my shirt pocket. * No one else is here. Until the old man, the one I saw asleep, walks in with a young woman. They sit down, here in the gay cinema. She looks like he picked her up off the streets, and is really rough around the edges. When did he have time to find her? Was it a pre-arranged meeting?? They watch the movie. I go next door. And the men are coming in from the parking lot. How do they know? I really have no clue. They check the straight side for her, and then move to the gay theatre. I go back. Fascinated. She is now giving the old man a hand job while he has his hand under her short skirt. Other men try to move in, but he rebuffs them all. I go back next door. The Voyeur is there. (Does he come every day??) We settle down to watch the porn. When he’s horned enough, he lets me suck him. He never fully cums, but there is so much precum in my mouth, I keep drooling it into the condom. Of course, he wants to know what I’m doing. I tell him. He is equal parts repulsed and turned on by the idea. I tell him about the scene next door. He goes to look. I stroke, alone. A handsome, just post-college aged, guy comes in. He leans against the wall. I am pretty sure he wants my cock. Just as it looks like he is about to ask, the door opens and he bolts. The new guy who scared him away, looks at me briefly and walks out. I stroke a little. No one else arrives. I go next door. I can’t believe my eyes. The handsome guy is getting blown by the rough-looking young woman. The old man is watching and masturbating as he observes the sex happening inches from him. The other men, ringing the room, are doing the same. I have what I wanted—some extra cum for Zane’s hole. I decide to cut my losses and leave. I look once more at the Fellini-esque scene. I will never cease to be amazed at men and what they will do for sex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finding Cum for the Freezer December 23, 2023 -
The Pissing of GaryM
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2023 It was a given that GaryM, after our first hot session, would return to the playroom. I think both of us were surprised that it happened quite so fast after the first. But we were both horned and eager to try more. We chatted a little by email about what direction we would like to take things. Many fetish ideas were discussed, but I couldn’t get out of my head how I really wanted to wet his hole with piss before a long rim session… GaryM arrives. The nervousness he felt last time is now under control. He is eager to get downstairs—and I am fine with that, as I have been tanking up for his arrival. He strips down and kneels on the hard concrete floor, the eagerness to get to get my cock in his mouth overriding the comfort of the padded floor just a few inches away. He inhales, his nose pressed against my jock pouch. I have gotten the very used jock out of its baggie, still smelling mostly of Keshawn. I hadn’t gotten it in the mail yet, so a wet session with GaryM will be a bonus for my Jockstrap Bud. GaryM sighs—and then groans as I tell him that the jock pouch had been pushed up Keshawn’s cummy ass. He tongues it, making it wet and even more fragrant. My cock is now poking out the side. I pull away slightly, and guide the head of my prick into his mouth. He takes me hungrily, tonguing my dripping piss slit. He stays there a long time before swallowing down most of shaft. He chokes slightly and pulls back before taking my entire length on the next try. I let him set his own pace with the cocksucking. He’s really good and I just close my eyes and let him go to town. I remember my full bladder. I have to concentrate, but I spurt out a splash of piss. GaryM’s groan of surprise (and lust) is music to my ears. He stops the deep throat action and licks my entire shaft to clean it up. “Get up on the bench.” He gets up and assumes the position. In the mirror to the side of the bench, he watches me kneel and begin to rim his hole. My tongue loves the fact that this ass lips are already slightly swollen. I suck on them for a long time before I stand up and piss on them. GaryM groans and I get back on my knees and clean up his dripping mancunt. I stand up and rub my cockhead on his hole. His ass is so ready for the invader. I push in. The head pops through his sphincter. I try to pause, but I feel drawn in. In seconds, the entire shaft of my cock is inside him. GaryM begins to squeeze, milking my cock, before I even begin the fuck. I start a slow, languid, in and out. GaryM moans softly. “Fuck me…” I build the tempo up. Faster than I mean to—I can’t help it. I am slamming into him. Over and over, breathing a little hard. And, abruptly, I pull out and piss all over his ass crack. The moment the stream lets up, I go to my knees and slurp it up. Noisily. I stand and rub my cock up and down the still wet crack. I take it to his mouth. He groans again and begins tasting his juices and my piss smeared all over my cock. “Get my balls too, they’re covered.” He happily obliges before I go back and fuck him again and again… * We move to the sling. But I’m in it, not him. I really want him to rim me every bit as much as I know he wants to do it. I keep my legs up on the chains and watch him kneel, loving the hunger in his eyes. He starts slowly, with light licks on my balls, and then trails down to my hole. He burrows in—and I uncap the poppers I use only for moments like this. His tongue suddenly feels like it is everywhere. I am floating above the sling and letting him do what he seemingly loves best— to bury his tongue in man’s ass. I have encouraged him to piss on my crack, but that doesn’t happen this time. But neither of us care, he drills into me one moment, before going back to the gentlest tonguing of me. “Let me taste my ass on your tongue.” He obediently stands up, leans across me and lets me savor my own flavor in a long, sloppy kiss. He kneels again and burrows into me. I stop stroking and concentrate on trying to piss. And I can—spurting up in the air like a fountain before it rains down on my cock and balls and sluices down my hairy ass crack to GaryM’s eager tongue. He collects it all, swallowing it down. Does he bring some of my piss to my mouth? Perhaps. I am so lost in the moment (and the poppers) I cannot recall… * Eventually we change places. I give him a long ‘thank you’ rimming before a lot of fucking. I try to keep it slow, but my hips take over. I end up giving him a fast and furious fuck. But our minds are on our tongues and the other’s ass. I pull out the rimseat. He goes under it first. I sit and let the seat open my hole a little more for him. He licks and spits and drills into me, doing all the things I have done to countless men. I stand up. He is surprised, I think. I hadn’t sat there for very long at all. I grab the extra mug I have brought down for water. I piss in it. I lean into the sling and pour it down my ass crack. I bring the dripping ass to his mouth. GaryM pigs out. He can’t get enough. His tongue is everywhere, catching every drop of piss he can find. We reverse. He sits on my face. I can now get even deeper into his well-fucked hole. His juices make my cock as hard as it’s ever been. I am constantly jerking and working my precum over my shaft. GaryM suggests he ride me for a moment. He gets up and settles down on my cock. It’s slightly awkward, but the reward of his freshly fucked ass on my tongue is worth it. I savor all the ass slime dripping out of him. We take a break. But my cock wants more ass. We go to the sling. The moment I get his feet in the stirrups, I slip into his hole. I fuck him hard. I fuck him slow. And, just as I am about to speed up again, I realize that I can piss. I slow down. I stop. My cock head swells… “Can you feel it?” He can’t for a moment—and then the unmistakable warmth fills his ass channel. “Fuck…” he croons. I am giving him my entire bladder. I always try to do just spurts when I’m in the playroom, as keeping some in reserve lets me piss more often in the scene. But not now. I just empty myself into him. All of it. His ass, hot before, is now even hotter. I begin fucking, churning my piss deep in his guts. “You want to feed it to me?” Of course he does. We go back to the rimseat. I lie down and he sits on my face. My tongue pokes into him. I get the tiniest dribble. I keep doing it, knowing that the deluge will come with a little more prodding. But no. GaryM is not giving it back to me. But the idea of getting an avalanche of piss in my mouth any moment is making my cock work overtime. I know I need to breed. I tap him on his thighs and tell him to stand. We get him into the sling. I actually rim a little more, as I stroke my cock. I am so damn close to shooting. I stand up and slide into his ass. I can feel the piss he is retaining and fuck into it. And I am there. I fire round after round into his ass. My cum mixing in with my piss… * I am told that he got home (2+ hours of driving) without leaking a drop. He couldn’t wait to masturbate as his cock had not cooperated at my house. His climax came fast which caused him to unleash all the hidden juices in his ass… I am proud to say that he told me he tasted the heady mix of piss, ass jizz and cum…and loved it! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Pissing of GaryM (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 10, 2023 ********* And there's more....My next post: How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick? Sitting in My Out of State Motel Room—October, 2023 About three hours after I sat down and rather quickly wrote up the last post, I literally dropped the pen I was using at this new work gig. I realized I had not mentioned one of the highlights of the play with GaryM. I was more than a little dumbfounded that I could forget it. I make a lot of notes after bookstore or group play: types of men, what I did, the usual where, what and who. I don’t take as many notes after a playroom session. It is more controlled. There is usually just one person. I may make a note of what toys came out or that I have a picture or six on my phone. With GaryM, I was so sated (and tired in the best possible way!!) after our wet session, I made no notes at all. After all, I am now recording things that happened just three weeks ago—why would I need any aides in remembering? I guess it doesn’t matter why I forgot, but it does, perhaps matter what it was that I forgot. During the sling fuck, I excused myself and went upstairs to the freezer. I brought down the devil’s dick I had been working on over the last two weeks. (And mentioned in a couple of posts.) I slipped the condom with about seven frozen loads out of the shot glass. GaryM was eager for that very cold nugget of cum to be in his ass—and perhaps slightly apprehensive. I will let him describe it—from an email of his, wondering why I hadn’t included it: “Once again you most definitely caught the essence of our playdate. I hope your readers understand how the addition of piss to the play can really bring out the animal in each of us as it did for me. Another level of intensity. But I couldn't believe you neglected to mention the devil's dick. Was there a reason or did it just slip your mind? I just know when you shoved that ice cold cum into that furnace I call my hole, it was mind blowing. How quickly it melted and how very different your cock felt as you fucked me in that silky cum. That and the total mind fuck of knowing it was several loads of cum. Then you added your piss and I truly lost my mind in all the sensations. My only regret was that I couldn't feed it all back to you under that rim seat. When that floodgate finally opened later that day and I saw all that cum, piss and ass slime I only wish we could have shared it. You would have loved it.” And it really was great to fuck in my melting cum. It’s fantastic to fuck in anyone’s cum you may find in hot hole, but to feel the drip of the melting semen, returning to its viscid state, is mind blowing. And this one still tasted like cum—no freezer burn! I shared it off my dick for GaryM to lap up—and of course I sampled some as I rimmed him. I added the piss up his ass deliberately to make sure that I would be drinking it as he sat on the rimseat, but his ass was not about to let the heady mixture go. I actually am rather happy he took it all home and had fun with it when he finally was able to get himself off. I apologize to my readers and GaryM—I wish that it had been written up in its proper place. Maybe I will edit it into the post…or maybe I will leave it as it stands to remind me to take more notes… The post is here, with pictures: From My Side of the Sling: How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick? (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 12, 2023 -
Rock Begs for All the Loads
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—May, 2023 {If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.} Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned. He was still eager and was hitting the road soon. I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself. The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him. The cum filled condoms were nestled in a dish with ice, still in the freezer. I was ready. He arrived right on time. I left him in the playroom to strip down and went back up to my room to add the jock (slowly going from pristine to well-used) and boots. As I opened the door, he was naked and kneeling at the base of the sling… I take a moment just to look at him. He is mid-twenties, tall, slightly thick—a true cub. His legs are hairy, his chest is hairy, as is his face—and most importantly for me—his ass. I toss my robe on top of his clothes which are piled on the chair behind the door. The television has some good Dick Wadd piss porn playing. My cock, just looking at him, is plumping in my jock. I walk over to him. I can feel his hot breath on the pouch. He inhales, enjoying the aroma. His tongue snakes out and he begins to lick the textured fabric. My cock swells. I have to free it. Instantly, Rock takes me into his mouth. He suckles my flared cock head, his tongue working into my large piss slit. He groans—making my cock throb. I let him set his own pace as he begins to suck in earnest. He continually takes me three quarters of the way down and around every fifth time, sucks me to the root. After a few more partial deep throats, he gags as he bottoms out with me. He pulls off me for just a moment, recovers and, just as enthusiastically, sucks me down to the root again. “Up on the bench. I need to taste your hole.” He gets settled. I retrieve his poppers from the pocket of his shorts on the chair and hand them to him. He takes a hit as I kneel. I bury my face in that full, hairy cleft. He reaches back and pull his left cheek open so I can go even deeper with my invading tongue. I spit and push it as deep as I can, all while lubing my cock with coconut oil. I stand. My cock slaps his hole with a wet splat. I push in. Slowly. Rock moans out “Fuck me good, Daddy.” I try to push in slowly, but his ass wants me all the way in. I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his flesh. He sighs in satisfaction. I hold for a moment and then begin to fuck. He groans again—and poppers up. I do a well-controlled fuck, pull out and taste his hole again. I go back up him—and this time build to a rapid and hard pace. I pull out and instantly bring my wet cock to his handsome face. “Love ATM,” he groans, his eyes shining as he proceeds to clean my cock. I go back to his ass. I piss his crack and lick it up—making sure it is pale enough for play. It is—and delicious. I shoot a little more on his hole, tongue it off him and fuck him again. After he cleans me a second time, I move to the bed. I sit—and tell him to come lick my balls. He kneels on the rimseat mat and does just that. I encourage him to work down my perineum and dig his tongue between my balls and the cock ring. He is a very good boy and does just what he’s told. His tongue is great—wide and thick. You can tell he is doing it because he loves it—not because he feels he should. I reward him by telling him to go get in the sling. Rock has his ankles in the stirrups before I get over there. I kneel and eat his hole. I stand and send a shower of piss all over his hard cock and balls and then up to his chest, where it clings to his chest hair. I begin to lick it up, leaning across him, savoring the smell and taste of my piss mingling with his sweat. I let my cock slide into him and I begin sucking/licking his piss-soaked nipples. I bring some up to his mouth and we kiss. Deeply. Tongues exploring. Eventually, I break the kiss, straighten up and begin to fuck him properly. His hole is now super wet from so many things: oil, pre-cum, his ass sline, piss. It makes for a wonderful lube. He approves when I bring it up for his mouth to taste it. “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you,” I tell him as he cleans my cock, for the first time here in the sling. I fuck him again. He cleans me. I almost go to my knees again, but realize I want more. “I want you on the rimseat.” I lie down under it and close the seat down. Before he sits, I tell him he can choose to ride my cock anytime he wants to, to just do it as my mouth will be plastered on his hole. He sits. And his pucker is spread by the seat. I am suddenly able to get my tongue so much deeper into him. I rim and snort and sigh and lick some more. He does, after a bit, stand and rides my cock. Not for long. Just enough to get his ass juices pumping again. He slides off my dick and settles back down on the seat. “Eat me, Daddy.” I can hear him open his poppers as I lick him out. He groans and tells me how good it feels. I lick up all the new juices his ass has just churned out, trying to lube itself in protection. Suddenly, I know it’s time. I tap the underside of his thighs—the signal to stand up. He does and helps me get up, too. I tell him to hop back in the sling as I go up to the freezer. I come back—a tray full of frozen spunk. “I have some loads for you I collected at the bookstore. You want them up your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Please.” I take the smallest one. It is the load I got in my mouth after fucking Kyle. And a load of mine mixed with it—which I shot when I got home. I tell him about the chunky man I sucked for it as I cut the knot on the condom, turn it inside out and slide the nugget of frozen cum into him. Then the next. The young guy, the older white man and the Black guy—their combined jizz making a big lump of frozen cum. Snip, peel and push into his warm hole. Now the third condom is held up. The man from India, the hung guy, traces of two others and the man who shot his load on my palm. “They’re in your hole. Melting. Guys you don’t know at all…” He is beating his cock like crazy. “Fuck them deeper. Please!” My cock pushes into the now cool hole. The lumps are melting fast. I can feel them coat my dick and his ass walls. I begin to pump slowly. The sound of the cum churning is filling the small playroom. With a groan, Rock keeps beating his ample cock—and it goes off. All over his hairy belly. I scoop it up and smear it on my cock. I fuck his load into his ass, too. “Can I keep fucking?” I ask, hoping he is not one of those guys who shut down after they unload. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Fuck those loads deep into me. I fuck for a long time before I bring my cummy cock to his mouth. He cleans me off. We kiss, the remnants of the eight, no, nine mixed loads still on his tongue. I go back to his hole, lick up the escaping cum and then churn what’s left in him. It’s a lot. It still makes wonderfully squishy sounds as we rut. I could keep going forever, it feels so good. But we need to bring this scene to an end. “I am going to piss in your ass. You will sit on my face and feed me the mix of piss and the remaining jizz. Yes?” “Fuck yes!” I get him out of the sling and have him lean on the bench. I slide in. I am not sure how full my bladder is after all the other pissing. I have some, I know—but I just keep going. I can’t stop pissing. When I finally do, he squeezes his hole shut while I get under the seat. He sits. My tongues pokes into him. I get a trickle. I do it again. The floodgates open. I am deluged with the mix of piss and cum. I can’t swallow fast enough. Some splashes out of my mouth. But I get most of the delicious mix. I know myself well enough not to touch my dick while I swallow and revel at all those loads in my mouth once again. Once there is nothing left in him, I order Rock back in the sling. “I want to see your face as I breed you.” Once there I slide into the hole that has given me so much pleasure today. I am on the edge. Instantly. A few strokes and I am giving him a fresh load to take home with him. I spurt again and again, deep into Rock’s very essence… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rock Begs for All the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 26, 2023 -
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FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—May, 2023 (You may want to read the previous post if you haven't.) Rock was due in the playroom on Sunday. I had cum collected for him on Thursday afternoon. I spent Friday in a state of feeling that I could erect with the least possible hint of something sexual—or maybe even with a stiff breeze. Saturday dawned and I awoke with a massive erection. I thought about wanking (and saving the load for Rock) but by lunch time, I knew I needed to go back to the bookstore. I wanted that hot, young ass of his overflowing… I am in the same chair along the side wall of the straight theatre—and the same scene, with different men starts me off. A young white daddy is jerking to the left of me. He has brought a massive bottle of lube with him. He sees my dick and instantly comes over to suck me. A young man from India, who I had noticed along the back wall as I came in, is suddenly in front of me. He is on his early thirties, with very black hair—everywhere. He stands in to the side of the man on his knees and offers me his dick to suck. It is a runner up for the smallest dick I have ever had in my mouth—but his balls are huge. And he gives me a big, sweet load in no time at all. I have a new condom with me and spit load into it. This makes the Dad on my dick uncomfortable enough that he stops sucking me. But there is another white guy, at the back who, as I stand to leave, deliberately stands up and unzips—his eyes locked on me. He is tall and thin, and he pulls a cock out which is almost as big as mine. His stance is wide—all but daring me to cum suck him. I go to the back. I kneel and instantly he begins to fuck my face. “Take it, cocksucker,” he grunts softly. It doesn’t take much more for a second big load to be shot in my mouth. I have to fight to pull back enough to keep the load from not going straight down my throat. He finally registers that I want to taste it—and stops thrusting as he spurts. He isn’t as sweet, but there is even more cum. I clean him up and wait for him to leave before I add his load to the condom. “You like dick?” I turn, still on my knees. A younger, late 30-ish, Mexican is standing near me. He is nicely built and his crotch is tented. He unzips and I quickly get the condom into my shirt pocket. I suck him for a long time. He fucks my face a little, too. He is a copious pre-cummer but he can never quite get over the edge. When he moves on, I add his juices to the condom. I am now alone in the straight theatre. I jerk. I go over to the gay side. No one is there. Everyone seems to be in the arcade—a place I never go, as I hate the cramped booths. I walk back and watch the straight film—as it is a squirt video and I can still taste Kyle’s, if I think hard enough… * Maybe ten minutes have passed. Two men have come in. They sit away from me and from each other. They are gropers, not strokers. A young man in a mask now enters. I think I know him, but it’s hard to tell. He is mixed race and looks to be just reaching his 30’s. He is tall and willowy, and if it is the guy who I think it is, has a long, slender dick. He hangs out by the door; looking at the screen, looking at the other guys, looking at me. In rotation. Soon he unzips and pulls out his snake of a dick. It’s him. He strokes now—to the screen, to the other guys, to me. A lot to me. I wave him over, but he shakes his head before looking pointedly at the two men in the other seats. I stroke, turned more in his direction. One of the guys down front leaves. The young guy moves to the back wall, closer to me. I, wordlessly offer to suck him. He shakes his head. We stroke. The other man leaves. The moment the door is closed, his mask is tucked under his chin and he is on my cock. He is sucking me like he hasn’t had a dick for months. And, not really knowing him, maybe that’s true. He pulls off me, sighs and buries his face in my ball sack. He inhales, sighs again and begins to lick. The door groans open. I am prepared for my man to stop and try to look innocent. I am pleased he’s beyond that now. The middle-aged white guy comes in and parks himself next to us, leaning against the wall. He opens his fly and strokes standard sized prick as he watches us. My sucker goes back to my cock. He spends a long time on it. He even shows off for the onlooker. I volunteer to suck the guy watching, but he thanks me and says he just jerks. The young guy pulls up and off my dripping dick. Even his young knees find the floor hard. He sits next to me. We reverse. I go to the floor and suck him. His fingers play idly with my ears and make patterns in my closely cropped hair. The man on the wall is jerking faster now. I take a break and sit down on the bench, back where I started and next to my playmate. “I’m gonna shoot.” The guy on the wall is jerking like mad. I put out my hand to catch his sperm, deliberately far enough away so it doesn’t look like I am trying to touch him. He gives me four or five nice spurts into my cupped palm. Once he’s spent, I lick it up and spit his jizz into the condom. Surprisingly, my seat mate grabs my shiny hand and licks it totally clean. The guy leaves. I tell the masked guy about the condom and my plan for tomorrow. He is visibly excited by it, and says he wants to help. But try as we might, neither of us can get the other off with the small time he has left to play. I go home with another very full condom. I can’t wait to see the look on Rock’s face as the frozen loads go into him tomorrow… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: More and More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 24, 2023 -
Hunting for Cum for Rock
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—May, 2023 Sometime after CLAW I heard from Rock, the young man I’d met on the fisting site, but our play been all about cock, cum and piss. He now wanted more of all that. Was I available? We set the date, both of us excited to see each other again. Rock’s arrival was in a week’s time. I remembered him telling me he was open to other men using him as I directed. I knew that wasn’t going to be easy to arrange, but I thought I might do the next best thing. I got into my bookstore clothes and set out to harvest some cum for Rock’s hole… It’s a busy Thursday afternoon. I sit against the wall, a little closer to the screen than I’d prefer. I am right across the aisle from a daddy who is stroking. He nods to me and I to him. In moments, he gets up and makes himself at home between my boots. His skills are a good warm-up. I feel movement at my shoulder. I turn slightly and there’s a hard cock on a man in his 70’s. I suck it for him. This makes the man giving me head do a better job—he seems to love that we are causing a scene for the other men watching. The man in my mouth keeps wilting. The guy strokes himself back to hardness and lets me suck some more. Until it happens for a third time. Now he just strokes and watches my dick being serviced. The Dad on my cock is jerking himself like mad. He looks up at me—with eyes that are pleading for my load. I have been here maybe six minutes—he obviously doesn’t know me. He stands up. I lean in and taste his cock. But he’s not about that. He goes back to his seat and strokes out a load all over the floor. What a waste… The two men both leave together. Did they know each other? Were they partners? I watch the video. I feel movement again to my side. This man is young, early 30’s, jet black hair. He looks at my dick and nods. I nod, too, spreading my knees apart. He leans down. “Not here,” he hisses in my ear. “Booth.” He turns and leaves. I do up my pants, cramming my erection under the button fly, and follow. He’s waiting at the doors of the unoccupied preview booths. We go into the middle one. He tells me his name and asks mine. I tell him as I really get a good look at him. He’s hot. Perhaps Arab, perhaps a mix of races, but his skin is a rich cinnamon color. His black hair is shaved on one side of his head and long enough to curl on the other side. He has an entire sleeve of tats on his left arm. And he’s on his knees—unbuttoning my fly. My hard cock falls out of my pants and slaps him in the face. “Big…” he mumbles and takes me into his mouth. He’s terrific. I’d thought the first guy was fine, but this blow job is what they are supposed to be. Wet and varied. Great suction. Lapping balls. Inhaling my scent. And it’s making him cock crazy, so he has to beat his own as he works on me. He moans often as he sucks. The vibration around my shaft feels great as he does it. I am afraid he’s going to get off before I’m even close. I change things up. I hold his head and fuck his face very slowly. This makes him pant. I begin to increase the speed of the thrust. He groans. Is he cumming? I slow down, pull out and slap my wet cock on his handsome face. “Hot,” he growls. “You wanna cum?” I tell him I can’t quite yet. We agree to look for each other later, but I never see him again… * The crowd has thinned. I have had no other action. And barely a man in my mouth. I hear a man behind me unzip. I am just about to make eye contact with him as the door opens. A very young man enters. White, very short, but nicely athletic. He looks familiar but I can’t place him. He sits across from me and unzips instantly. It’s not a big dick—but one that fits his body type. We stroke. And it hits me. Of course, the young man is the guy who was jerking off on the tits of the woman in that bi-sexual scene I was involved in here. I had felt his ass up to make him cum. He gets up and comes to sit next to me. “Hey,” he whispers, “I remember that gorgeous dick.” “Thanks.” “Can I suck it?” I nod. He goes to the floor and crawls between my legs. His mouth is so much smaller than the guy in the booth. But he makes it work. He comes up for air quickly, standing up to kiss me. I taste my leaking cock on his tongue and then lean down to take his cock into my mouth. He groans out his pleasure, then pulls out and sits on the bench next to me. I go to the floor and suck him some more. “I shoot fast, if you aren’t careful.” I nod and go for his balls, giving his cock time to desensitize. But the man behind us has stood up. It’s the slim, always well-dressed man around my age. He steps forward and offers his long and thin cock to the seated young man. I go back to his dick. He’s now in the same position I was in earlier, one in and one on, but with men who have more skills. In moments the young man shoots a massive load in my mouth. He gasps, unable to continue sucking. He thanks us and leaves quickly. I turn away and drool all his cum into a condom. “That was hot,” says my acquaintance. “Finish me off?” I go to my knees again and in very little time I have a second load for the condom. He pats me on the shoulder and heads out the door. No one else is around. I start for my car. A larger Black man is just getting out of his car. He sees me and smiles and nods. I know him. He loves my mouth. I turn and follow him back into the straight theatre. I sit at the back—he sits in the chair I started the evening in—but he has moved it so he is facing the side wall, not the screen. I nod the question. His answer is to unzip. It’s not a huge cock—but long. The tip has a slight curve to it. “I haven’t cum in a week,” he whispers. It takes me no time at all to make him spew that large load into my mouth. He watches me spit his cum into a condom with other jizz. “For a friend’s ass,” I tell him. “You are a naughty, naughty man,” he whispers as he checks his cock—but I have cleaned him so thoroughly, he just puts it away without wiping it down and leaves me tying a knot in the condom… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hunting Cum for Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 22, 2023 -
Jack Brings a Cup of Cum
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—March, 2023 Sometime before I went off on my sex weekend (that included breeding Keshawn) I had heard from Jack. He is the man around my age who is fairly new to gay sex—and is making up for lost time by embracing good pig play. We set up a time to rut. In the course of our texting, he told me he was eager and had done what I suggested. ‘What was that?’ I asked in the next message. And then I remembered, before I got his reply. I had, in the course of my last session with him, mentioned that if he was a jerker, he could freeze his loads for our mutual pleasure. I hoped I was right. My phone dinged, but all he would tell me was that he’d be bringing me something special. So, on a Friday afternoon, late in March, Jack showed up with a coffee cup. Inside, packed in ice, was a condom… He hands it to me, right at the front door. “Five loads,” he says. “All your own? Or from others?” “All mine.” We go down to the playroom. I am already in the jock I’m destroying for a bud and with boots, all covered by my robe. I set the cup down on the toy shelf for later, first making sure there is enough ice to keep the devil’s dick solidly frozen. I watch him strip. He’s in a hurry. The moment he’s naked, he kneels at the foot of the fuckbench. I surprise him by handing him my phone. I ask him to snap a picture of the jock, so the owner can see the results of my constant wear during my play time. PIC He snaps away. I move closer to him, take the phone out of his hands and toss it on the bed. My jock pouch rubs his face. He inhales deeply and begins mouthing the loosely woven cloth. He is hungry. My cock is swelling. He licks at it, loving that the flavored fabric is between his tongue and my engorging cock. Finally, the pouch can no longer contain all of me. I yank it to the side and let Jack get to my dick for the first time today. He sucks me all the way down before coming back up to my piss slit. He holds the shaft of my cock with his left hand and just concentrates on licking the opening. Burrowing in. He must be getting some precum, for he is moaning softly. The moment his hand releases me, I fuck his face. Hard. He chokes once—and that only inspires him to ask for more. I do it again. He does not choke this time. I pull out of his mouth and turn. I thrust my butt cheeks into his face. He hungrily burrows in to find my hole. He grunts, relishing the musk of the four hours since the morning shower. I turn back around, knowing he’ll have lots more time to lick my ass later. “Get up on the bench, I want to do that to you.” Jack scrambles up. The bench spreads his cheeks for me as he gets comfortable. I dive in. I love the fresh taste of his hole. Soon it will reek of me, my sweat, my piss, my cum, his cum… I stop stroking my cock at that thought—and redouble my efforts at opening his hole. His pucker loosens. I stand up and insert my cock. The head goes in with the tiniest bit of effort. Jack relaxes, takes a hit of his poppers and I slide the rest of the way in. Every inch, buried in his hot flesh. I fuck, slow and long. “Make me feel it,” he pleads. I build the tempo. Really plowing into him. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He groans and licks me clean. I spit on my cock as I return to his ass. I fuck him with just our mingled spit for lube. “Fuck me,” he groans. Once again, he cleans my cock. When I return to his used hole this time, I piss on it. Jack groans again. I can’t stop. My clear piss runs down his crack and onto the towel under the bench. I kneel and lick his fucked hole clean of piss. I spit on my cock, and fuck him again… * I get him up off the bench after he cleans my piss flavored cock. He’s sure he is going to the sling and get his loads into his butt. I surprise him by getting into the sling myself. “Eat my ass.” He goes to his knees and begins licking me with such an intensity I have to ask him to start a little less aggressively. He backs off. I use the poppers I keep in my freezer just for his visits and his tongue inside me. I let him lick and slobber all over my hairy crack. I try to piss for him, but I’m dry. He tries to add some piss to the mix, too, a little later, but it’s not happening today for him. I am more than content with just his incredibly eager tongue working my ass lips. We switch places. I get his ankles in the stirrups and eat his hole. And fuck it. And have him lick up all those juices. As I pull out of his mouth, I spit in it. Jack groans and swallows. I pick up his coffee cup, and holding it where he can see it, remove the condom with the five loads. It is still solid—a large mass of off-white cum. I snip it open, just under the knot he’s tied in it. I hold it to his swollen ass lips and turn the condom inside out, pushing the frozen nugget of cum into him in one smooth maneuver. Jack pants—it has to be damn cold. I kneel and lick up the slime trail of cum the frozen mass left, as the outer layer melted on contact. I drool it down to my cock, stand up and push into him. I can feel the frozen cum nugget about four inches into him. I fuck it deeper, very aware of the melting devil’s dick as it drips on my penis and warms back to body temperature. I fuck him. I bring it to his mouth. He loves the taste of all the mingled juices now in his hole. He cleans me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and lick up a drip. I spit it on his hole and fuck it back into him. Once more, at the end of the fuck, I share my cum covered cock with him. He licks me clean and swallows it all hungrily. I go back to his ass and make sure to wipe up a small cum drip with the pouch of the jock. As I fuck yet again, I have lost the feel of fucking in a load. I grab the speculum. This is new to Jack. But he’s eager. With him cranked open, my finger touches his prostate repeatedly. I do find more cum. He licks my finger clean. PIC I fuck with the device in place. My cock is wet, not cummy, but he still enjoys the flavor, once I stop. I remove the speculum and see the cup where I left it. I take an ice cube. I insert it in his slightly gaping hole. I add my cock. I push it deeper. The melting water cleans him up. My cock, when I pull it out, has a nice mix of water and the remaining cum from in his ass. Jack swallows me down, moaning, and telling me how good I taste. “I think you need some fresh cum in your hole.” “Yes, Sir.” “You want me to shoot in you?” I ask rhetorically, as I slide into his well-used mancunt. “Please, Sir. I want to take your load home.” I begin to fuck. “You gonna keep it in you?’ “Yes, Sir!” I pump a little harder. “Really?” “I might taste some, Sir, when I get home and…” the sentence trails off into his panting. I am pumping hard and fast. “Take a hit of poppers.” I slow down as he unscrews the cap. The moment it’s back on, I am back to slamming into him with all my strength. In moments, I’m there. I shoot five days of built up cum into him. Jack takes it all… And takes it home, unshowered, like a good pig… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Brings a Cup of Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 21, 2023 -
Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—November, 2022 Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November. He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later. I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig… Jack is naked when I come downstairs. He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench. I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me. Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch. I have deliberately worn a piss-stained jock. He inhales deeply before his tongue begins exploring the slightly yellowed fabric. “I want to drink your piss today,” he murmurs, before working my hardening dick out of the moist fabric and into his wet mouth. I harden instantly. I let him suck me for a long time, watching our reflection in the mirror. “I need to taste your hole.” I indicate he should get up on the bench behind him. He moves around and presents me with his full ass. I go to my knees and burrow in. His hole opens easily as I tongue him. He opens his poppers for the first time as I spit on his crack and smear it around with my tongue. As the vapor hits him, I tongue fuck him as deeply as I know how. He groans—and begins to pant. “Fuck me, Sir.” I ignore him. I am having too much fun getting his tasty hole as wet as possible. Of course, I eventually stand up and slide into him. He takes me easily at this point—one long steady glide in until my pubes grind against his upturned ass. I hold for the briefest of moments—and begin to fuck into him. Jack groans in pleasure. “Give it to me. All of it.” I am pumping him balls deep on every stroke. I slow the fuck as he inhales poppers, but pick up the speed again as I hear the cap go back on. I fuck him hard. And abruptly pull out. I walk around and feed him his dick with a “Taste your ass.” Jack loves this. He cranes around to take all of me. I fuck his face a little. I lift my left leg up and place it on the far lower level of the bench. It allows me even more depth down his throat. He gasps and sputters. I pull out of him—bringing up some deep spittle. I wrap it around my cock shaft, walk back to his ass and fuck it into him. I pull out when I feel I can piss. Just a splash up and down his thoroughly fucked ass crack. I lick up some of the piss clinging to his ass hair. I fuck some into him, before I bring my cock back to his mouth with the new flavor. He gobbles me down as before. I don’t let it go on as long. I pull almost all the way out, and feed him a splash of my piss, for the first time, right from the tap. He gurgles it down happily. We fuck some more, once with another splash of piss in the mix. “Sling time.” I get him situated in the sling with his legs in the stirrups. I spend a long time on my knees rimming, reveling in the mix of ass juice, piss, pre-cum and coconut oil lube. Jack can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him, watching me rim and spit the juices back into his hole. I stand and fuck him. A lot. His hole is slick and accommodating to every thrust. “I want to lick your butt,” Jack pants. I slow down and pull out. I go around for him to clean my cock before I help him out. I jump in the sling. I start with my boots braced against the poles. He eats me expertly—as he has every time we’ve met. Eventually, I get my boots into the stirrups, not bothering to have him stop and help. I take a hit of poppers myself, lay back and let him eat me out. “Let’s try something.” I get my left leg out of the stirrup. I ask him to unhook it. He does and I take it, sliding the stirrup to my knee, then fastening it behind me on the D ring of the sling. We do the same with the right. It tilts my ass up higher. It makes him have a better angle for tongue fucking. “I think I have some piss.” It’s a long wait, but worth it. His hot piss plays up and down my ass crack. It pools on my balls and cascades to the towel on the floor. The moment he’s done, he goes back to his knees and begins licking. He groans and mutters as he tongues me dry. I take another hit of poppers and let him enjoy my ass… * Jack is back in the sling. I am in rim/fuck/rim/fuck/rim mode. Suddenly I stop. My pandemic devil’s dick is still in the freezer. I can’t think of anyone who will enjoy it more. I go up and bring it down to him. The shot glass, with a condom lining, is full with 7 or 8 loads. All mine. I pull it out and dangle it in Jack’s line of vision. “Shove it in me, Sir. Please.” I strip away the latex. The hunk of frozen cum is already beginning to melt. I finger it up Jack’s gape. He groans. I instantly stick my dick in him. I want to feel it melt over my dick. I am not disappointed. I begin to fuck. My melting cum changes the feel of the fuck. It makes me fuck him harder, too. I do pull out and let him lick some of the melted cum from my cockhead. He slurps noisily at it, moaning as he tongues me. I fuck him again. “Rim seat.” He knows I want to eat my jizz out of him. I slide under the seat and Jack sits. His ass opens and the first drip drops onto my tongue. I poke up into him. And again. I am rewarded with the remains of the cum load. I savor it and swallow. I tongue fuck him again. I get one more drip. I smear it around his puffy ass lips. But then I open wider and suck his nether lips into my mouth. “I want to eat you on this too, Sir.” We switch. He eats my hole hungrily. Aggressively. I finally have to stand up—I am not used to so much tongue work down there. “I need to breed, anyway,” I pant. We do it in the sling. Jack lies back and I am up him instantly. This deep in his ass, I can still feel the remains of my cum. I fuck. Hard. Jack jerks himself. I am so ready to give him a load. “You want it?” I ask, looking into his eyes. “You know I do!” I fuck him harder. “Oh, fuck…” My cock swells—and I begin to spew deep in his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2022 -
Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—August, 2022 The sling was still in the duffel bag from going to Ross’ house. The moment that I heard Dave was on the road to my place, I went downstairs and set it up. Naked. (And taking this picture, which I rather like.) PIC I put the towels under the equipment. All while tanking up for a wet session. Dave had cancelled the other week with some sort of home emergency. I had already been to the bookstore to harvest some extra cum. A condom, with the lone load I could tease out of a dick on that trip, was still in the freezer. Next to it was a second frozen load I had recently whacked out to some new porn. I wanted both of them up Dave—and knew he’d want them, too. For regular lube, I melted the coconut oil and got it downstairs. All while thinking what I might do to Dave’s ass… Dave is downstairs. I strip up in my bedroom and go down in my jock and boots. He kneels as I walk in the room, right at the foot of the fuck bench. “You want this cock?” It’s rhetorical. He is already mouthing the jock pouch, grunting and murmuring about how it smells of sex and piss. My dick is soon down his throat. He takes me to the root, choking, to get some deep throat spittle on my cock. When my dick is wet and slippery, I tell him to get on the bench. He moves in place. I find the coconut oil and then kneel behind his full ass. My tongue finds his hole and drills into him. It flowers open at my touch. I smear some of his spittle on it and poke it into place with my tongue. I grease my dick as I eat him out, spitting more and more of our combined spit into him. I stand. I slide in. Relentlessly. Until I bottom out. Dave pants. But he takes it. He even gives me a “Fuck, yeah!” as he feels my tangle of pubes grind against his hole. I begin a languid fuck stroke. Slow and easy. I drool some more spit down onto my engorged cock. I watch it disappear into Dave’s hungry ass. I pull out. “Clean me,” I tell him as I move to his mouth. I love the bench for going from one hole to the other. He cleans me ravenously, catching sight of himself in the mirror. For just a millisecond he pauses to really see his mouth stretched wide cleaning the cock straight from his ass. He grunts and goes back to giving me expert oral service. I move around and go up his hole—now with just his spittle as lube. There is little difference as his ass is making lube to help with the intruder. Suddenly my left leg goes up in front of his left knee. I continue the fuck. “Damn, that’s deeper,” he groans. And it is. Wonderfully so. I work it slowly until his second hole opens for my flaring cock head. Now I pick up speed until he is moaning in time with my thrusts… * I adjust the stirrups on the sling chain to give him a more comfortable angle for his legs. I kneel and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole. Eventually I stand and fuck him some more. I give him the chance to taste his ass on my dick, though it is not as easy here as on the bench. But he wants it—and contorts his body around to clean me of his ass jizz. I fuck him some more. I piss on his ass crack—letting some pool inside him. I fuck it deeper. And then kneel to eat it out. I go back in and fuck him. Then I pause, staying deep inside of him. “Feel like eating my ass?” He does. We change places. He sits on the fisting chair and devours my hole. I do a hit of poppers and let him feast away. When my head clears, I think hard and splash some piss up in the air. It lands on my balls and runs down my ass crack. He licks me clean reveling in the additional flavor. “I have some extra loads for you.” This stops him mid-lick. He helps me out and I go find them in the freezer. He’s already back in the sling and stirrups, all on his own, before I’m back with the two condoms. “This one is from the bookstore…” I turn the condom inside out right next to his hole and push the frozen hunk of sperm into him. Dave groans. “This one is all me.” I do the same with my bigger load. My finger follows into his abused ass and pokes them both deeper. I replace my index finger with my dick. I feel them already beginning to melt. I fuck him hard. I pull out and let him taste the cum on my dick. He licks up every drop he can find on my cock. I go back and kneel to felch a little. I can’t get much. But just enough to make my dick even harder. I fuck Dave hard enough to make the sling frame move in rhythm with me. “I want to eat your ass again,” he tells me. I am fine with that—but suggest the rimseat for variety. He goes under and I sit on it. His tongue invades—deeper than he’s ever been in me. I give a sharp intake of breath—and then relax. “Take a hit,” he mumbles. I reach for the poppers. They do the job—and I begin babbling about how it feels and how deep I am going to breed him. When I come down from the mists, I know I am actually ready to breed. I give him a few more minutes of butt licking, before I stand and order him to the bench. Once Dave is in place, it’s my turn for a quick lick of his leaking hole. The frozen cum leaking from him is turning me on even more. I stand up and fuck him hard. Almost instantly, I shoot a mini-load, without the full on every-nerve-vibrating feel. I pull out and lick up the leakage, which is now a steady drip. I am still hard. My cock very red. I rear up and plunge in. This time I explode with every fiber of my being. I empty my balls fully into his spasming hole… The original, along with that picture from the intro, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 2, 2022-
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Harvesting Cum for Dave's Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—June, 2022 I came home from IML and self isolated. At the end of the week, I had developed no symptoms of anything, sexual or respiratory. I was sated. I didn’t need sex for that whole week. It was no hardship to just think about what I’d done—and what I was planning for mid-month. Dave, the man who willing took up his ass every load I’d collected at the bookstore (and frozen,) wanted to come back. We agreed we wanted to play again, but not too soon so our play would stay hot. My going off to CLAW and IML helped put some time between our sessions. Now we were ready to do it again. We had arranged a date before I went off to IML. I checked in and he was eager to come back to my place. And yes, he’d love some extra loads for us to play in. So on a Sunday afternoon, a couple of days before he was to arrive, I went off to harvest some cum… The bookstore is not crowded, but always busy. No one of interest is in the straight theatre. I go and sit down to stroke on the gay side. There are two other men watching a decent video. I hear movement in the back corner behind me. I turn. A man around my age has his dick out and is stroking to the movie—and seemingly to me. He is furry under his A-shirt and has a very full and sizable beard. I get up, not bothering to cover my cock, and go join him in the corner. His big hand finds my dick the moment I stand next to him. But he only strokes me. Rather hard and rough. I go to my knees and begin to suck him. My mouth is full. He’s dripping precum. He groans. Surprisingly, the other two men in the room leave—neither wanting to join us. I give him my best blow job. He moans louder now that we are alone. I stand up to rest the knees, thinking he will suck me. But, no. I remember I had good results in telling guys why I wanted their load. I let him stroke me again for a moment before I whisper: “I really want your load. I am going to use it to fuck a bud of mine.” He grins. And whispers back: “Then fuck it out of me.” I grin back. It’s the last thing I expect from this very straight presenting man. His shorts fall to his ankles. I kneel behind him and surprise him with a rim job of his super hairy crack. He melts, panting, braced against the wall with one hand, the other hand on his rather large dick. “Fuck me with that big cock,” he hisses. I lube up and just keep rimming. I love the feel of the hair on my lips and cheeks as much as he is loving my tongue. I want him super hot before I plow him. I stand up. The head of my cock parts the wet fur and disappears into him. He pushes back, taking my entire length in one move. I hold. And fuck. He is mumbling now. Telling me how good it feels and at other times just making sounds that are all about his pleasure. I pick up the pace. He strokes his cock in tempo with the fucking I am giving him. “I’m gonna shoot…” I pull out and swing around to get under him. I make it just in time. My mouth envelops his cock and he gives me a massive load. I clean him up, not swallowing at all. He watches, with seeming pleasure as I drool it into a condom. “That was a great fuck—and I love that you’ll breed him with me…” he whispers as he does himself up. Load One. * I move to the straight theatre and snag the cocksucker chair. There are a few men here now, including one of the two who left as I played next door. He watches me stroke. He takes out a very standard issue cock and beats it hard. I nod to him. He nods back, takes a moment and then comes toward me. Without a word he shoves it in my mouth. I can’t do much—he is fucking my face from the first moment. He is in need and wants to give me the load. I oval my mouth and let him fuck. He grunts occasionally as my tongue tries to work on the underside of his dick. Bam—he’s there. Not a big load, but a thick one. He pulls out before I can clean him up. And gone before I mix the two loads in the same condom. Load Two. * “Will you fuck me?” “I’m actually doing more oral today,” I tell the young Latino who always wants me to fuck him with a condom. I go on to explain what I’m doing. “Fuck the load out of me and you can have it.” I agree. We fuck. He comes…with no ejaculate at all. * I find a larger man around my age in the back row on the straight side. We nod to each other. He’s seen me in action—and wants to suck my cock. He gets his out as I approach. He gives good head as I stand, feeding him as he sits in the cocksucker’s chair. I take a break by going down on him. He likes it—but I’m pretty sure his thrill is cock in his mouth. We go back and forth for quite some time. A trim man of 50-something comes in. He is overdressed for a place like this—suit pants and a tie. He kneels beside us. I think the larger guy knows him—for it changes his attitude. My play partner of the last 20 minutes pulls me down to whisper in my ear. “Give him your cock.” I stand up, turn and feed it to the well dressed guy. He takes me to the root and totally subs out. He is in heaven sucking my cock. The large guy stands up to get a better view. He takes the guy’s head and pushes it even farther down on me. I am covered in masses of deep throat spit. Now we are sharing the sub. First one cock in his mouth and then the other. Back and forth— we let him have it for few strokes before turning his head to be used by the other man. There are two men watching the three of us. One stays seated. The other stands and strokes to the use of the well dressed sub. I motion him over. Instead he erupts all over the floor—a massive load wasted on the linoleum. The sub is doing the larger guy. I pull him off and tell him to lick my balls. He does. The larger man bends to suck me as he does it. I love two mouths on me. Always have. Those restless tongues working independently of each other. “Switch,” I bark out. The sub goes for the big, bloated, hairless balls of the larger guy. I bend to suck him. And that’s it. I get his load in my mouth. I pull off and let the sub clean him up as I spit his viscid seed into the condom with the other two. Load Three. I have the sub suck on me a little longer, but I have no urge to shoot. The men have thinned out—and it’s dinner time. I go home and freeze the mixed loads for Dave’s ass… The original, with a pic of his hot ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Harvesting Cum for Dave's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 11, 2022 -
My Playroom—June, 2022 (You may want to read the previous post first if you haven’t.) Dave was due late in the morning. I had the playroom set up: towels and plastic under the sling and fuck bench, drinking water on the storage cabinet to keep the piss flowing, lube on top of the toy shelf. I was hydrating. I knew he loved my piss. I had the perfect bladder-full to greet him at his arrival time. But I got a text saying there was a traffic snarl from road construction. I tried to hold it, but finally let it go to waste. I was making a cup of tea to recharge it all as he arrived… We are downstairs. Dave is stripped to a yellow jock and his boots. His socks have yellow stripes on them. He is kneeling on the floor. I am wearing the jock I wore to the IML piss party and boots. He licks the mounded pouch. My cock grows, uncomfortably contained in the fabric. The head pokes out. Dave licks it and finally uses his hands to free me. “Give me your piss.” “Suck my dick.” He does. I reach over and swig some of my tea. It kicks in my kidneys and I am able to give him a couple of spurts, even as my cock hardens. He grunts like he has just had fine wine. To thank me, he sucks my cock in earnest. He leaves me dripping with his saliva. He crawls up on the bench. His ass is so ready for me. I kneel and dive in. My tongue opens his hole. It’s my turn to leave saliva all over him. I stand up. Piss splats on his ass crack. He groans as I kneel again and lick most of the clear liquid up. Some I shove inside him. I rim him some more. “I need to fuck,” I murmur as I stand up. My cock head drools on his open pucker. I smear it around with the tip of my dick. I slide inside. He grunts and sighs in satisfaction. I fuck—a slow deliberate stroke. Our eyes meet in the mirror in front of us. PIC of ass I pull out. I come around to his head. “Taste your ass and my piss.” His mouth is all over me. He’s fuckin’ ravenous. Dave can’t get enough ATM. I fuck him some more. He sucks me clean. Another round of fucking. This time I feed him a big piss load as we do ass to mouth. He gurgles happily as my stream just keeps coming. I go back and fuck him again. Hard. And fast. He grunts out his approval. Once my cock is cleaned again, I grab a toy that he has brought. I grease up the three balls. I work them into his ass. PIC OF balls Dave pants. I grab the camera again as I slowly pull them out. Dave groans and says “I want to eat your ass…” “Where?” We decide on the sling. I get in. I pull my jock up so the straps don’t get in the way of his tongue. It’s my turn to groan and pant. He never stops tongue fucking me, then spitting on my hole. I use some poppers I found in the freezer. They make me babble about how good it feels. I stroke my dick as he eats me out, savoring the taste of my hole. Once, he shares the juices with me in a deep kiss. Dave’s tongue plunges back into my ass. I stop stroking and concentrate. Piss shoots out of my hard cock and coats my ass crack as it rains back down on me. Dave groans and licks up every drop. “Want more?” He grunts a yes, his tongue still wringing out my wet ass hair. This time it’s a piss fountain. He pulls away from my hole and catches it all in his mouth. He swallows most of it, but spits some onto my ass crack so he can lick it up a second time. “I need to fuck you.” We change places in the sling. I am so horned, I fuck him fast and hard. I love how heated his ass feels. I pull out and rim him some and fuck him again. “You ready?” He nods. He guesses what I have for him. Dave suggests he move to the fuck bench. I make a quick trip to the freezer for the loads. He’s there, ass up when I return. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I wave the two condoms at him before snipping off the knot of the first one. “This is a mix of three loads from the bookstore,” I tell him. I describe the men who shot them. The cold cum sinks into his puffy hole. Dave groans. “Just take the loads,” I tell him, smirking a little. I kneel and poke some melted jizz all the way into his hole. I stand back up and snip the knot of the second condom. “This is all me. I came home sated, but last night I had to get off—so I saved it for us to play in.” I shove the second, smaller frozen load up him. I kneel and begin to rim him, enjoying the traces of cum left behind. My tongue goes deep, following the trail of melting jizz. I stand up and slide my hard cock in. I love the temperature change in his hole. His hot ass has been made cooler by the four frozen loads in his guts. I fuck, the jizz, clinging to my cock. I pull out and let him taste the loads. He groans and can’t stop licking my cock. I go back to his ass and fuck until my cum churning leaves a thick froth around his hole. “Rimseat.” I get under and he sits. I clean up all the jism I have churned. Dave relaxes. His hole opens and I get the first drip of the combined load into my mouth. Where they have actually been before they were spat into the condom. Dave groans as he feels the cum move in his guts. I am moaning with each drop that lands on my tongue. There is suddenly a large splat of semen into my mouth all at once. I swallow some and work some back up into him so I can keep felching him before I decide to breed him with a fresh new load… The original, with some pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Dave: Four Loads for Fucking and Felching (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 13, 2022
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A Slick and Sticky Surprise for Dave
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—April, 2022 The very next day after the second bookstore trip, Dave was coming to the playroom. We’d had two hot sessions before the pandemic, but had lost touch. He had sent me a text and asked about re-connecting. I was more than ready to meet this self-described pig again… I am leaning against the end of the fuck bench. Dave is on his knees. He looks great in his slightly stained white jock and black boots—flagging yellow on his socks. His mouth finds my pouch. He mouths it until it is wet. All the flavors of the jock come back to life—and he groans as he tastes them. Now he is hungry. My cock is hard and out the side of the pouch. He swallows me down. I have hydrated—but seemingly not quite enough—I can’t give him the splash of piss I want to during the sucking. Finally I pull out of his mouth and tell him to get on the bench. Dave scrambles into place. He loves the mirror in front of him. He watches me go to my knees and get the first taste of his ass. I dig in, opening him easily. I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times this afternoon. I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth. Dave hungrily licks me clean. “Like the taste of your ass?” I grunt. But there is no doubt about it. I go back to his ass. I stand and piss down his ass crack. Just a few short spurts. I drop to my knees and plant my face in his pissed out crack. I lick some of it up and push more of the piss, clinging to his crack hair, into his asshole. I stand and fuck him. Harder than before. Again I make the trip to his mouth so he can enjoy the tastes of his ass, now with my piss, that cover my cock. Ass Pic Dave has brought some toys. I grab a slim black dildo and work it in. There is room for my dick as well. I fuck his now super tight hole. Soon I move on to my egg headed toy. It is a very tight fit when I add my cock—but we both like it. He cleans my cock again. This time kneeling before me. He stands and we share the taste as we kiss. “I want to eat your ass.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I get in the sling, my legs supported for the moment on the poles. He dives in. He loves to rim every bit as much as I do—and he knows how to do it. My legs turn to jelly—so we use the stirrups, but at my knee and hooked behind my head. It tilts my ass up and gives him a new angle to tongue ravage my hole. I finally stop jerking and just let him give me pleasure until his knees are tired. We switch places. I rim. I kiss. I fuck. I rim. I piss. I rim. I kiss and fuck. Among his toys are two small balls on a string. They go in easily—and my cock after. I move to his three balls on a string. They are smoother and the best double fuck of cock and toy of the session. We both love this moment of DP and I make it last. “You want my cum in your hole, right?” “I love anyone’s cum in my hole,” he grins. “That’s what I thought. I won’t be long.” I pull out of him and am gone for just a quick trip to the freezer. “I went to the bookstore twice—once before Easter and again yesterday. I brought you back all the cum I sucked out of the guys there.” Pic of condoms I dangle two condoms taped to a piece of cardboard. I cut the first one off. “This is two loads from Saturday. I was sucking a cute cub. He didn’t want to give me his load—but I told him what I was going to do with it. He came back to find me and let me have it—and I spat it into this condom.” I push the frozen chunk of cum into him. He gasps. And groans. “The second load was from a paunchy top. Again, he didn’t want to give me his cum until I told him what I would do with it. That paunchy guy also loaded a hot Latino I was fucking—and I got to taste his second load, too, as I felched before I loaded that Latino.” Dave’s eyes roll up as I fuck him. I can feel the frozen chunk of cum melting beneath my dick. I don’t fuck him long as I don’t want the second devil’s dick to melt in the condom. “I went back yesterday. I fucked his guy showing off his ass against the side wall. Then I sucked off some of the guys who watched.” Dave groans again as I snip the second frozen condom off the cardboard. “The first was an old man who wanted me to fuck him like I did the show off. I refused—and said I needed his cum. He gave me a huge load, though he never got hard and had the tiniest of dicks.” I inch the second devil’s dick into him. “The second guy had a hot beard, a huge wedding ring and a regulation sized cock. He came fast. And I spit his load in the same condom. The third guy was later in the afternoon. He was hiding behind the door to the gay cinema and stroking. I thought he was younger, but once I knelt, I could see he was easily 50. Nice downward curved cock that fit my throat perfectly. I had to work to get him to cum in my mouth and not all way down my throat. He shot the moment my finger touched his ass.” I push my cock into him. I look right into Dave’s wide eyes. “The fourth was a Black guy I see there fairly regularly. He’s my length but thinner. He shot a huge load for you.” Dave groans. I keep up a slow, long stroke into his increasingly cummy hole. The cum chunks are melting fast. “The last guy was the only one on the straight side. He had a hunting coat and cap, huge, hairy balls and a smaller dick. I offered to suck him and he didn’t want me to…then gave in. I sucked him, then he jerked his cock as I licked his massive balls. He stood up for me to get the load. And shot all over the floor. He left instantly. And I fuckin’ licked up his load and spat it in the condom.” And I had—no need for fiction here. My dick swells in his ass just talking about it. “Doing that made me shoot into the condom, too. So six loads in this one. Eight loads are being churned together now in your ass.” I begin fucking him hard. Soon enough I bring my cock to his mouth. It’s that harder kind of cock cleaning from a sling, but he is determined to get the scum off my dick. I fuck more. I felch a little, letting the loads ooze. I snowball it up to him. We both know it is rimseat time. I set it up as he gets out of the sling. I get under. He sits. There is not a huge gush of mixed load cocktail—but a nice steady drip of cum into my mouth. Cum that had already been there before. My tongue scours his puffy hole for every drop… * When I have had my fill, we switch places. He rims me deep and hard as I sit on his face. At some point I have put the ankle restraints on him. I get up off the rimseat and snap the spreader bar in place. He can stay right under the seat as I roll his ass up for a fucking. I hammer him and then go back for more of his tongue. We switch back to the sling for even more rimming. More of him doing me…and then me fucking and rimming him. “I need to add a fresh load up your ass. Where do you want it?” He chooses the bench—so he can watch me fuck in that big mirror in front of him. I have been edging now for a long time with all the piss and cum play. It takes me very little time to push in and give him that fresh load to take home… * Dave thoughtfully brought me matching socks. Thank you—they were a hit at CLAW! His first two encounters are: A Wet Airport Fuck Getting Even Wetter with Dave The original post, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Slick and Sticky Surprise for Dave (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 19, 2022