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Well the last few months have been non-stop hookups with several different married daddy groups (3, 4 and 5 ways) and individually with the same guys and other meet ups. When trying to think of the number of loads given and taken, using "new math" the number is multiplied by felching and ATM I've included loads felched and loads sucked off of cocks that have been taken out of well fucked holes, to include in my count. I've included multiple counts for some of the sweet creampie holes that I have consumed where 2-4 loads are packed in there, but I've only counted one load per atm cock sucked off, regardless of how many loads may have been deposited =:-o So, if I do the math this way I come up with 52 over three months. Whew. Of course I'm not counting all of the cum that I have jerked off and eaten, when looking at all of the nasty videos that I have taken of the procedures. Also didn't include the one time I did a line of semen through a straw, although that's a fair consumption. It's been a seriously mad dash to year end.
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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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Filling Braydon with Cum
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—November, 2023 It’s the day before Thanksgiving. I was in the kitchen, making my contribution for the family dinner. I suddenly put down the Pyrex measuring cup and knew I needed to get off. I’d thought about it occasionally during the morning, but put it out of my mind. Now I knew I needed to lighten my balls and be in a better mood around my cousins on the morrow. I finished up quickly, changed my clothes and got in the car. I had second thoughts halfway there. I knew the day after Thanksgiving had always been good, but before? I had no idea if there would be others like me there. The parking lot was pretty sparse, but I went in… The straight theatre has quite a few men in it. I can’t sit at the back or to the side. I sit on a two-person bench that is the row in front of the cocksucker’s seat. I glance around the room. There is no actual sex happening, but there is that ‘feel’ in the room—like it could happen any moment. The door opens. It is the perennial cocksucker who comes here with his partner. He is white, short and bald. And he knows how to treat a cock in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He is on his knees instantly. He takes me to the root quite effortlessly. A couple of times, actually, before he begins a more traditional sucking. I turn to look at the back wall when I hear a noise. The man in the cocksucker’s chair has noisily opened his water bottle. There are two men standing against the wall kneading their crotches. Obviously, the man in the seat doesn’t suck dick. He ignores them and sips his water. The man on my cock moves to my balls. I moan a little to re-enforce how much I like his wet tongue there. He works harder on them, knowing to lick not suck them into his mouth. His knees soon tire. He braces on my knees to get up. And he goes right out the door. My eyes follow him. I make eye contact with one of the men on the back wall. He nods at me. I nod back. He comes and sits next to me. He is in his 50’s, white and rather striking in appearance. He is also wearing suit pants which seems an odd choice for here. He unzips and pulls out a larger than average dick. His hand reaches for mine. I return the favor. It feels nice and girthy in my fist. Without asking, I just slip to my knees and suck him. He groans the moment my lips touch him. I hear movement, but I’m busy repeating on him what was just done to me. When I look up at him, I see he has the other man from the back wall in his mouth. I’m surprised and rather pleased. But the cock in his mouth is making him lose any kind of cum control he might have had. He is now gushing pre-cum. In moments I swallow his load as his entire body shakes. When I have cleaned him of every last drop, he crams himself back into his suit pants and leaves. The man he is sucking, a wild haired Grizzly Adams-type, looks lost. I simply take his rather small dick into my mouth and get his load, too. I watch the movie. I am sucked once more by the bald man. Now, his partner stands by the door, watching us. My sucker strokes himself this time—but he doesn’t get off. And neither do I. I take a piss and go into the gay theatre. A very old white man is in the cocksucker’s seat—and the only man in the room. I sit to his left, in the corner of the back and side wall. He makes conversation, the moment I pull my dick out. Conversation that is all about my penis size. Soon, he is leaning over and sucking me. He’s good, but the awkward angle is not helping. I stand up to give him better access. I hear the door open. “Well, well…” A hairy cub of a man has entered. He’s white, in his late 30’s and carries his extra weight well. He grins at me—and I now finally find his name. Braydon. We met here. He’s been to the old playroom alone and with others. He is a wonderful cum pig—and I haven’t seen him in forever. (October of 2021, I later find out. That is why I write this blog!) He kneels in front of me. The older man likes the idea of sharing my cock. I fuck Braydon’s mouth. Then the first guy. Back and forth. “You’ve got to fuck me.” Braydon strips to just his socks, tossing his clothes onto a chair. He pulls another chair around and kneels on it. I go to my knees and eat his ass. He groans. The older man whispers encouraging words which end in “Let me see you fuck him!” I stand up and slide in. It’s actually an awkward fuck. Braydon’s hole is a little low with him kneeling. But we all enjoy it. He groans and poppers up. The older man tells us we are “bad boys fucking raw like that.” I keep pumping, my balls slapping onto the generous, hairy ass. We take a break. I actually need to piss again. I check the straight theatre on the way back. It is now empty—but some DP is happening on the screen. I sit and watch. Braydon soon joins me. I am treated to a really sloppy blowjob as I sit there. He stands up, strips and leans over the back of the bench I had first sat on. I eat his hole. Wet and inviting. Soon, I am happily fucking. It is the perfect height now with him bent over and on his feet. The door opens. A Black man I used to see here all the time comes in. He grins at me and whips out his dick. “Feed it to him.” Braydon loves this. What cum pig doesn’t love two dicks in him at the same time? I fuck. The guy in his mouth stands still and let’s Braydon’s head be bounced onto his cock from my fuck. The door opens. A guy looks at us and sits way down front, as far away from us as he can get. I fuck Braydon. The wet sound of his ass competes with the sex sounds coming from the screen. The door opens again. Another man looks at us and moves away. The three of us decide to take it next door. Braydon dresses and goes first with the other man quickly in tow. I hover a for a moment than go over to the gay side. Braydon is already naked and bent over. He has a new man in his mouth. The Black guy is slapping his cock against the wet and hairy hole. He has lost his hardon on the trek over. I go to my knees to see if I can help. He hardens right up. But, so much so, he shoots his load. I save it in my mouth and just spin around, spitting a huge amount of fresh cum on Braydon’s hole. I work it into his ass with my tongue, reverse felching the entire load I sucked out. Braydon is groaning around the cock in his mouth. He knows what I’m doing; he has had me do this before. I stand up and say the words: “I just tongue fucked a huge cum load into your ass.” This is too much for the guy in Braydon’s mouth. He pulls to the side and watches my throbbing cock slide back into Braydon. His already wet mancunt is now sopping wet with the best lube in the world. I fuck. Hard. I am intent on adding more cum to his sloppy hole. “Listen to it,” Braydon groans. The sound of the squishy fuck is filling the small, dark room. The man who shot the load in my mouth has not lost his hardon completely. He sticks his semi-hard cock in Braydon’s mouth. I pull out, kneel and taste the cummy mess. I lick up what I have pulled out with my flared cock head. And it takes me over the edge. I quickly stand up, and slide back in. I fuck every last drop of jizz that is churning in my balls deep into Braydon’s overflowing hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Braydon with Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 5, 2023 -
Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…) Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there. I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me. I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision. “Now eat my hole!” My senses are feeling overloaded. Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it. My tongue can’t get enough of this ruined hole on my face. This guy, whoever he is, gets fucked a lot. My tongue can’t stop exploring him. “You want some cum?” The hole spasms around my tongue as he pushes. I am rewarded with cum dripping into my mouth. “Are you feeding him a load?” I hear Zane ask him as he pauses in his pumping of my cock. Suddenly the guy gets up off my face. At the same moment, Zane stands up, too. The men switch. Zane sits on the seat. I see the other guy, an older, white leather guy with biker-type tats settles onto my cock. Then I see nothing but Zane’s hairy ass. “Push some of the cum in your mouth up my ass.” Honestly, I have swallowed it all, but I am happy to lick deeply, tasting how my cock has gotten his ass juicing. The leather guy on my dick is bouncing as if he were Zane’s age. Suddenly, he pulls off and, just as suddenly, I feel a mouth on my cock. It has to be the same guy—likely slurping up more of the load that was in his ass and is now coating my cock. Zane stands up. “Let’s go upstairs. The three of us.” We go up a floor. The sling is empty, though the bed, at the other end of this small room, has three couples on it, rutting in various positions. Zane gets in the sling first. I eat his hole and fuck him, while the rugged leather guy has his sizable dick in Zane’s mouth. Then the two of us switch. Leather Guy fucks Zane and I get my cock cleaned. I watch the thick dick filling Zane’s hole. I move down and kneel to get a better view. Leather Guy pulls out and fucks my mouth a couple of strokes before continuing to plow Zane. I am just about to get up, when he pulls out and does it again. This time I stand and go to Zane. I lean and kiss him, spitballing the juices that are in my mouth, of me, Leather Guy’s dick and his own ass. Zane gurgles happily and pants. Leather Guy is up next in the sling. I fuck him first with Zane feeding him. We switch. Then Zane and I kneel together and take turns licking the hole we both just fucked. We end up kissing each other a lot in between… “Now it’s your turn.” I get in the sling. Zane eats my hole as I suck on Leather Guy’s dick. Zane passes me his poppers. I take a hit. His tongue now feels incredibly deep in my hole. Leather Guy moves down to replace Zane. He eats me out roughly. Really roughly. He stands. His dick bounces on my exposed balls. It’s all too obvious he wants to fuck me. But he doesn’t—he moves off to the bed. Zane pulls out of my mouth and rims me once more, soothing my hole from the previous oral assault… * My face is buried once again in the ass of the guy who started the evening in neon green underwear. We are fucking on the huge bed in the basement. I have watched him a number of times throughout the night. He is truly versatile—and has fucked as many men as have fucked him. Now his ass is mine for the next ten minutes. I lick and fuck and lick again. When we break, he points to a well-built Black guy on the other side of the bed. He is taking a terrific pounding by one of the hosts. “Have you fucked him yet?” he asks. “Not tonight, but I did in August.” “He has the biggest cock here.” “I remember.” “He gets pounded all night and fucks some lucky guy just as the party is ending and he finally wants to get off.” I smile and nod. I watch the host pull out. The bottom spins and cleans his cock. “Go fuck him,” says neon shorts. “As the guy with the next biggest cock, you two deserve each other.” I slap him playfully on his butt. But I go over. This guy is gym built. His butt is hard and hairy. He looks over his shoulder and grins at me. He remembers me, too. I kneel and stick my tongue in his ass. I lick. Now I fuck him. Hard and long. “Let me roll over.” I pull out and he rolls onto his back. There is that massive cock. At least an inch bigger than me—and pierced at the tip. It’s drooling precum. I lick it up—and shove my tongue in his hole. He groans and calls me a “Dirty fucker.” I fuck him again, looking into his handsome face. I can sense men watching me. And waiting their turn. I pull out. But we reconnect throughout the night… * I see another pair of men I had played with in August. It is the slim and tiny-boned FTM and his cis-gendered partner. A tall man is eating out the front hole of the smaller man while he is cradled in the arms of his partner. I watch and stroke a little. The partner sees me and grins. When the tall guy gets up, I move in. “You’re here!” They are genuinely excited to see me again. We move to the sling. I help the smaller guy in. His partner stands at his head, holding him as I kneel to eat his front hole. I find his T-cock. First with my tongue, then my hand as my tongue explores his wet hole. Between my hand and my tongue, I give him an orgasm before I stand up to fuck. I slide in. He’s super wet. I love looking at his face as he takes all of me. Even the partner’s eyes get big as I glide into him. I feel like I am filling him completely. The look on his face tells me I am giving him just what he wants. “Fuck him hard,” the partner croaks out. I do, making the chains rattle. Other men stop by to watch. One of them gives the small guy a dick to suck as I fuck. But the movement of the sling is too much—and I’m not slowing my thrusting so he can have two at once. I fuck. I go to my knees and lick up all the juices. I stand up, lean across him and dribble them from my mouth to his eager one. I think his partner could shoot just watching us do this. I fuck him once more. This time I tell his partner to eat his front hole so he can taste me… * I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2023
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Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” I grunt an affirmative. I pull out of the anonymous guy. My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head. I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking. He eats the hole, hungrily. It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me. I kneel and slurp at his hole. I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum. I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep. A get a few more drips. I want more. I stand up and fuck him. This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke. Zane groans. The other man groans. I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt. I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue… * I stay in the basement. I am treated to ass of every age and every color. There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling. He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts. There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed. He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked. I love watching his dick move with my pumping. I am making it drool. I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck. There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier. This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking. There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair. He is on all fours. He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass. I am the fifth. He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum. I do what he asks. I slam into his hairy ass cheeks. He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed. I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock. Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock. I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it. The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again. “Do me first. I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner. He kneels. I eat his ass for just a moment. I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock. “Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM. “Yes, give me your dick.” I enter him for the first time ever. The extra cum makes me slide in easily. The guy takes my dick like a champ. His tiny partner watches in awe. Soon he kneels next to him. His ass up, mirroring his partner. They kiss. I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM. Both of them groan. I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner. “Give it to us both…” I do. Back and forth. Repeatedly. One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum. I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more. I pull out. Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other… * I find Zane at the sling. He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night. “You know I love top ass,” he grins. I nod. “Oh, I shot my load in ____.” He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. I smile. I know he can still take dick after cumming. He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement. It is not quite so crowded now. Men are getting off and going upstairs for food. The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. I nod. He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room. I go over. “Give me some more of that great dick.” I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again. I can taste cum. He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table. I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him. Though some I drool down onto my dick. I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him. He grunts. He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking. I am fucking him harder now. My hips seem to have a mind of their own. I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers. He hands me the open bottle. I take a hit without thinking about it. I hand it back to him. He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me. Fuck! I begin pummeling his ass. I am sure I am going to blow my load. I can’t stop thrusting. In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole. Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more. Cum is oozing out of him. I lick it up and swallow. I stand up. I am driven to fuck. I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load. Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him. I shake and hold onto the chains. He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso. He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 24, 2023
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"Fuckin' Felch It!"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—November, 2023 I had one last day to myself before two heavy work days and the drive home. The bathhouse seemed the logical place to go as I had had such a good variety of sex (and men) there. I took off, driving into town, a slightly different way. I got there a little earlier than somedays, just after noon. It was a Thursday. A good number of cars were in the parking lot. I got my locker and stripped down to jock, boots and wrist band. I tucked the lube in the waistband of the jock. Next to me was a good-looking white guy, somewhere over 40. He had maintained his long-ago gym worked body quite nicely. He had sandy colored hair, cut short, and very blue eyes that were riveted to my dick as it got tucked into the pouch. He headed upstairs, once a towel was wound around his waist. I followed… I check the small porn room. One large man is there, staring blankly at the screen. I continue to the big porn viewing area, the one with the padded floor. The door is propped open. The large screen is on but it is just glowing black. It makes the room totally dark. I carefully find my way to the bench at the back. I can just make out an empty space and sit between two men. I think it’s the sandy-haired guy to my right. I can’t tell anything about the guy to my left. I hear a blow job happening in the darkest corner. I take out my cock and get it fully hard. A man comes in and goes toward Sandy-Hair, though I doubt he can see him. I hear them connect. The new guy goes to his knees to suck S-H. “You can stroke my cock but not suck it.” I sigh. I won’t be headed there. But I have an anonymous mouth on me right now. Whoever is to my left, has leaned down to suck me. It’s a lousy angle, so I turn towards him, trying to help. He sucks me for another moment, then gets up and sticks his cock into my face instead. I have no idea who I’m sucking—and I don’t care. There are now three of us sucking dick and the guy, I guess, giving S-H a hand job. All in the dark, not seeing much of anything but shadowy outlines. From the direction of the darkest corner, I hear “Eat me out, man. I want your dick…” This turns on the guy who is in my mouth. He begins fucking my face. I soon am swallowing a thick, viscous load. He pulls out of my mouth with no cleaning. A new dick is shoved my way. The guy I got off leaves as I suck the new guy. Eventually, I hear S-H get up and his stroker goes with him. I keep sucking. My eyes are adjusting. I can see the shape, at least, of the man in my mouth. He is well built, and my free hand discovers his hairy chest as I work to find a nipple to tweak. I hear the couple wanting to fuck leave. The guy in my mouth begins pumping into me. I think I’m getting another load, but he pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.” We walk out together. It’s fun, in the light, to find him as hot as he felt. I go down the steps thinking I am on my way to the sauna or steam room, towel on my shoulder “Hey!” It’s a blond man, white, gym built and anywhere from 35 to 45. “That’s some dick.” He touches it, sliding his fingers lightly over the wetness. My jerking while I sucked has left me sticky. “You fuck?” “Of course.” He grins and leads me to his room in the basement. He’s sprung for an expensive one with a double bed, porn on the television and a large mirror on the wall. He asks me to sit on the end of the bed. I do. He kneels. I watch him and his reflection in the mirror. He gives me some very good head. He loves dick—and you can tell with every flick of his tongue. “You’re even bigger than I thought,” he says, coming up for air. “Will you let me sit on it?” Then as an afterthought, “Sir.” I nod. I grease up and lay back, my legs still dangling over the foot of the bed. Blond Boy reaches for his own lube and smears some on his asshole—an asshole I have not even seen, much less licked. He adjusts himself over me and sinks down on my cock. He takes me easily. He bottoms out and instantly starts bouncing on me. The act of impaling himself has loosened his tongue. He begins a filthy litany of what my raw cock is doing to his fuck tunnel. He goes on and on—and ends with “Fuck, you can do anything you like with me…” His legs soon tire from the bounce. He pulls off me. With no urging, he instantly sucks his ass juices off my cock. “Good, boy,” I tell him, “Now get on your knees. No, at the edge of the bed. I want to feast on your ass…” He moves. I kneel on the floor and do just what I have said. His ass is incredibly wet. I wonder if he has a load in him. I finally wonder out loud, but he swears he hasn’t. I lick and tongue and poke into him as deeply as I can. I stand up and move to the mirror. “I want you to see my cock going into that hot ass.” I have him bend, hands against the wall for support, his body running parallel with the mirror. He looks into the mirror, over his left arm. I kneel behind him and he watches me bury my face in him once more. Then I stand, slapping my engorged dick on his butt. I push in. He yelps and his eyes go wide. Now he can’t take his eyes off the mirror as I fuck him. Hard and fast. I stop once to eat his hole once more, but go back to plowing into him. I fuck. “Now clean my cock.” He spins and licks up all our combined juices. “Will you cum in me, Sir?” “You want me to?” “Fuck, yes.” “Yeah—I want to load your butt. But let’s not do it here.” He agrees that the sling is the place for him. We go up two floors. I get him in. I eat his ass. His moans draw in an older man who plays with Blond Boy’s nipples. I stand up and fuck. The older guy backs away and out the door. We really want to be alone anyway. We can’t stop looking into each other’s eyes—seeing in them the hunger for the other man. It’s electric. And working on my cock. I have only spent maybe 90 minutes here today, but I know this is the ass to take my load. I think I knew it the moment he touched me in the stairwell. I fuck him hard and fast. He gasps. His cock half erects—and then goes down again with the pounding. It is drooling precum like a faucet. I smear some onto my fingers and wipe it on my cock. Blond Boy groans. I wipe up more and stick my fingers in his mouth. He sucks them ravenously, pulling them into his mouth until he gags. His ass spasms with the gag, squeezing down on me in his ass. It's my turn to groan. I pull out and eat his hole until I think I’m going to shoot. I stand and slip in. I fire off two or three rounds of sperm—but with very little feeling from me, just one deep guttural groan. I stop fucking and go to my knees. “Fuckin’ felch it,” Blond Boy groans out as my tongue invades him. My cock is raging. It needs to properly take me over the edge. The taste of my cum is doing just that. I swallow some sperm down and am ready to explode this time. I stand up and push my cock into his incredibly wet hole. It pumps into him and I begin the gut wracking intense orgasm, the kind that leaves me breathless… I empty my balls into him. Every last drop. I collapse onto him. Blond Boy holds me in place. My eyes have watered now it was so intense. We stay like that for a long time. I don’t trust myself to move. I do, of course. I slip out and go to my knees. I stop the avalanche of cum pouring out of him with my tongue. “Let me taste it, Sir.” I come up for air and snowball the mouthful of my seed to his open mouth… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Fuckin' Felch It!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 14, 2023 -
Every Last Drop
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—October, 2023 On the evening of the last post, I went to bed horned. As I was stripping down, I considered starting a new devil’s dick, but, dammit, I wanted to do some live breeding or feeding. The moment I woke up the next morning I knew I was going to have sex—or at least look for it. I went in search of it to the bookstore with the new play area of cubicles, gloryholes and the medical exam table. I timed my arrival for just after lunch. It was a Sunday and I had no idea if that was a typically busy day in this venue or not… I walk in the lounge and make the tour. No sex is happening, but there are likely half a dozen men watching the various screens scattered around the walls. I sit in a corner and pull out my dick. My cock springs to life before I can even manhandle it to attention. “You want that sucked?” I turn towards the man who has approached me. He is rather below average height, white, and bearded. His beard gives him a slight resemblance to Jacob. I nod to him and he kneels, pulling his own cock out to stroke, once he’s down there. He gives me good head, if not exceptional. More suction and deep throating than any interesting tongue action. He slows down and then comes up for air. “I’m a top, but I gotta tell you that is a great cock.” He stands, showing off his own now very hard seven inches. “I’d love to see you fuck with that mother.” I lean forward and suck him for a bit. Using all my tongue tricks. We agree we would both love to a share a bottom. He goes off—and I stroke my very wet cock. “Let me help with that.” A white man around my age, with a shaved head, and an elfin grin goes to his knees without really waiting for a response from me. He’s great. He knows all the tricks to get me dripping. He pulls off me and looks up: “You need to fuck me with this thing.” “Do you like showing off? I bet the exam table’s free.” He grins and leads the way to the back room. Along the way I motion Bearded Boy to follow us. His eyes light up as he sees Shaved Head strip down—he must know him. Shaved Head sits on the table, start naked. I get his ankles on the metal stirrups. He leans back and gets his ass in place. Every hair on that man has decided to grow below his waist. His legs are slightly hairy, but his butt is a jungle. I can’t believe my luck. I kneel and begin eating him out. I hear Bearded Boy stick his dick in Shaved Head’s mouth. Shaved Head’s ass is responding to my tongue. The pucker has opened more and more as I lick and spit. I am getting all the hair around his now slightly gaping hole, very wet. “Fuck him with that big dick,” say Bearded Boy. I force myself to stand up. I slap my cock on SH’s exposed balls. And push into his hole. He stops sucking to concentrate on his ass—welcoming my dick inside him. “That is so hot,” BB grunts out—before thrusting his cock back into SH’s mouth. I pick up speed. The table has a slight rock to it when I reach a really hard driving tempo. This makes other men gather in the door to watch us. None of them come very close—but I always love an audience. I fuck him some more, before pulling out and changing places with BB. Bearded Boy doesn’t taste my handiwork, he just fucks into the wet hole I’ve opened. I am thrilled that SH wants to taste his ass on my cock. I watch BB fuck. He is driving very fast into the hairy ass. I wonder if he’s going to shoot. He suddenly pulls out and takes off. He has given no outward sign he shot, so I go back and taste the hole he’s just fucked. I can’t tell, but I think he may have loaded him. My tongue roots around in him for a long time. I finally stand up and fuck. I still can’t tell if I am fucking in load or just a very wet ass. Either way he feels terrific. Another man, around my age and height come over from the crowd. “Is he taking any dick?” I look at Shaved Head. “Fuck, yes!” he groans. The new man unzips and strokes himself to hardness. He is around the same size as BB. I pull out and let the older man fuck Shaved Head. “Damn, you feel good…” the new guy moans. I slap my wet dick against SH’s cheek. His attention is all on the cock in his hole right now, so I don’t force the issue. In moments, the older guy shoots. He pulls out gingerly. I kneel and, to his delighted surprise, clean his cock. Then I dig into Shaved Head’s creamy ass. I find some stray cum on his puffy ass lips and lick it up. I dig deeper, but can’t find any more semen. Again, I fuck him hard. I am thinking I might shoot. “Can I take a little break?” I’m surprised, but help him up. He gets dressed—and actually takes off… * I am in the main area here. I see a man in true biker leathers enter. He makes a beeline for one of the cubicles with a glory hole. I go up on the slurp ramp and feed him my cock. He sucks me moaning and grunting. Suddenly he stops. I’m sure, from his sounds, he’s shot his own load all over the fresh plywood of the booth. * I sit in front of a gay screen. I get head from a regular here. He suck me until he is close to shooting himself. He knows to stand up and feed me. A new man, around my age, has come in, catches my eye and goes to the medical exam table. He is stripped naked before I can get there. “Fuck me raw, man,” he says as he sits on the table. He does not need my help to get his feet in the front stirrups. I don’t even eat his hole—I just push in. “Yeah,” he groans, “fuck me raw, but don’t cum in me.” I fuck him. But barely. He enjoys it, but my cock is no longer really hard, knowing that I can’t cum. I pull out after a brief fuck and go to wash up, assuming I will have to find a hot cocksucker. I come out of the restroom—and there is Shaved Head. “I had to go let out the dog,” he says. “Did you want to breed me?” I tell him about that guy on the medical table, telling me not to shoot in him—after I was already in. SH head calls it a bait and switch. The two men seem to be rivals for cock here. We go to one of the cabanas. Again, he strips. He kneels on the bench. I go to my knees and taste his hairy ass and the load (loads?) once more. He groans and does poppers. I stand up and insert. My cock glides home on the extra lube of saliva added to the cum and ass jizz. I fuck him slowly. Wanting to savor the moment. I do—for about 30 seconds. My cock takes over. I can’t help begin the fuck that will unload my balls. My hips slap into his hairy globes. Slow down, I tell myself. Savor it. I force myself to pull out and tongue him once more. He passes his poppers back to me. I take a one nostril quick sniff and know I need to breed. Now. Not in thirty seconds. Right now. I stand up and slip back into his juicy hole. “Give my your cum!” he groans. I last maybe six or eight more strokes before I blast into him. A huge load built up over days… “Don’t move. Give me every last drop…” I’m not going anywhere… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Every Last Drop (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 22, 2023 -
In the Dark Corner Behind the Door
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2023 You never know what you will stumble on when you go to the bookstore. (That is certainly some of the attraction for me.) It was the first Sunday afternoon of September, and it proved to be a visit where everything fell into place—and I got to indulge in so many of the things I love to do… The parking has a quite a few cars in it. A good sign. I go into the straight theatre and sit along the wall. I unbutton my pants and pull out my hardening cock. There is action beginning behind me as a guy in the cocksucker’s seat gives what sounds like a very wet blow job. Others men, scattered around the room, are stroking either to the porn or the sound of the action happening behind them. There is a noisy climax from the guy being sucked. They both leave. I stand up, dick swaying, and move to the cocksucker’s seat. Almost instantly a younger man is by my side. I recognize him. He is Black, in his mid 30’s and tallish, with a medium build. He pulls out his very small, limp cock and offers it to me. I know from experience I can get him hard. The moment he is in my mouth the door opens. He pulls out of my mouth and shoves himself into his jeans. The guy who entered is white, also in his mid 30’s and beefier. He has a shaved head—and I know I’ve seen him before but I can’t place what we did with each other. Until he sees me, that is, and makes a beeline to my exposed cock. He kneels, unzipping his trousers, and goes to work on my hard dick. The first man feels brave enough to stick his dick back in my mouth. The guy on his knees is great. He sucks my dick like he hasn’t had a cock in his mouth for ages. He remembers my balls and licks them until they are dripping. As he moves back to my dick, I see his. It’s just about the same size as mine. The guy in my mouth gives up—his dick is being stubborn today. He jerks his flaccid cock while watching the man groan and slobber over me. I concentrate and squeeze down, which makes my cock head flare. This makes the man sucking me work harder. And stroke himself faster. Suddenly he rises up and sticks his thick, long cock into my mouth—just as he starts to shoot. I swallow repeatedly. He groans and shakes as the orgasm takes control of him. He let’s me clean him up, likely as I have his balls in my grip. “That was hot to do again,” he whispers as I let go. (And it was a replay of just what we did when we met—only I had to tell him I swallowed that first time.) The Black guy moves away too, incensed that his dick won’t cooperate. A tall white man around my age moves closer. He offers me his semi-hard cock to suck. He groans, but never gets any harder. Also leaning on the wall is a very short Mexican in his 40’s. He strokes, looking only at the screen, totally ignoring us. The tall guy keeps groaning like I am giving him some great head, but his cock never truly stiffens. He finally thanks me and moves off. “You suck?” It’s the Mexican. I nod and he sticks an average sized dick in my mouth with a ton of foreskin. The moment I have worked it all back with my tongue, and I lick his cockhead, he explodes. Repeatedly. It’s a huge amount of semen. I clean him up and he squeezes my shoulder as he pulls out… * We are in the back corner of the gay cinema, behind the door. I am sucking the long thin cock of the Black guy who is sometimes looking and sometimes happier as a voyeur. He is enjoying my mouth. But the door opens and he steps away from me. A gorgeous Black man enters. He is around 30, gym built and has a bubble butt to die for. He moves into the room, around the slight bend, disappearing from our range of vision. “I know him,” whispers Long and Thin. “He’s my trainer.” “Do you ‘know’ him…???” I leave the question dangling. He shakes his head. Grinning. The hot guy finds no one to his liking out there. He moves into our corner. He nods at us—and goes to his knees. He starts with me, grunting his pleasure, as his mouth fills with cock. The Voyeur is not sure how to react, but the hot guy decides for him—he switches from my cock to his. Back and forth. In pig heaven and moaning as he does it. Suddenly he stands up. He is wearing spandex biker shorts. He pulls them down. A third man has come into our space from the room proper, a 50-ish white man, his cock hard. Hot Guy bends to suck him, which thrusts his bare ass right at me. I actually hesitate for a moment. Then I go to my knees and begin rimming. The moment my tongue enters him I know that he does want my cock up here. I get him very wet, pulling his ebony mounds apart. He groans around the dick in his mouth. “Fuck him!” hisses Voyeur. I stand up and slide in. Hot Guy is now being spit roasted. He moans once more—and pulls off the dick in his mouth to concentrate of his ass. And the damned door opens. He can barely move enough to let the guys in. But it’s the perfect men who enter. The thick set Black top who is so good at recruiting men from the arcade for us to fuck comes in first and he is followed by the former football guy (who’s white) I often fuck—and who I lately fucked another guy so he could experience felching. Both of them instantly have their dicks out. I move us around a little so Hot Guy can suck the Recruiter. On his own, he moves his mouth over to include Ex-Footballer, too. The addition of the two men has really made the scene superhot. I really think I could cum. I begin to groan out my orgasm. “Don’t,” says Hot Guy and pulls off me. Does he not take loads? Or does he not want me to cum yet? Hot Guy turns and offers his ass to Recruiter. He fucks him. Then Ex-Footballer fucks him. Hot Guy sucks either my dick or Voyeur’s as they rail him. Hot Guy turns again, offering his ass to Voyeur, who refuses. I move to go again, but Hot Guy moves back to Recruiter. They fuck—and I just know that Recruiter is going to cream him. Hot Guy knows it, too; he pulls his mouth off me and says “No…” But it’s too late. Recruiter is bucking into his ass. Breeding him deep and long. He marinates for a minute—and then pulls out. Ex-Footballer is there…with his face plastered into the wet ass, getting his second felching experience in my presence. He mumbles words we can’t make out, his face planted deeply in the cummy bubble butt. Hot Guy straightens up. He pulls up his spandex shorts and leaves. Recruiter follows him. Ex-Footballer turns to me. “Can you give me your load? I’ve always wanted it in my mouth.” This time I am so close I think I can give him what he wants. He hasn’t left his knees from the felching. He knee-walks over to me. He takes my cock into his mouth, savoring the ass juices of Hot Guy on my dick. Telling me so. This turns me on even more—his moans as he tongues me are getting me closer and closer. “Take it!” He pulls off me slightly so I explode on his tongue and not deep in his throat. He holds my balls—but I’m not going anywhere. He licks up every drop. Only then does he touch himself—and shoots between my boots… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: In the Dark Corner Behind the Door (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 24, 2023 -
Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right after Zane’s cum shot at the end of the last post.) I encourage the cubby guy to go ahead and sit on the rimseat. He tells me has never been on one. He sits—and I convince him very fast that he’s waited too long to try one. He gets so turned on, he gets up and rides my dick. I hope for someone else on my face as he does it—but it doesn’t happen. When his legs start to tire, I thank him and go back to the basement. I fuck a few asses. Next to me, fucking an ass right next to the ass I’m fucking, is a stunning Italian in his very late 30’s. His black hairy is thick and curly. His facial features are sharp and striking, like some great sculptor had carved them out of marble. We smile at each other as we fuck. We pull out of our bottoms at the same time. He surprises me by bending and cleaning my cock. I do the same for him. He pulls me into a dark corner by the back sling. We kiss, sharing the juices we just licked up off the other’s cock. Our bodies are mashed together; our cocks are drooling, leaving wet patches on both of us. I bend to lick them up. This leads to more kissing—and then cock sucking. First me doing him (a hot uncut, almost 8 incher) before he does the same to me. He stands back up and whispers “I so want you to fuck me…” I nod, but he continues, “I came here right from work—I’m showered, but not prepared.” “Then let me just rim you…” He leans against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me. The mounds of his ass are hard and not as hairy as the rest of him. But the valley between them is—and I get lost in a black-haired jungle. I eventually find his hole and burrow in. He groans and thrusts back on my tongue. I lick and spit—letting all that hair now cling to his skin. We move to the sling so I can do more. I am there a long time. A guy comes by and works the Italian’s nipples with his mouth, but gets bored quickly when I don’t stand up to fuck. I do stand, reluctantly, eventually. My cock grazes his hole. He groans and reaches down to heft it in his hands. “Next time,” he says as he sits up in the sling. He slips to the ground and we kiss once more before going to find other men to fuck… * There are so many men in the house, that it feels like a brand-new group down here in the basement three hours into play. There are now many more men of color here. I round the bed—fucking many of them and begin sharing hole with a heavy hung Black top. We like our connection and treat many guys, white, black and brown, to my longer dick and his thicker one. Back and forth. Watching their eyes as we switch out makes my cock throb every time. There is a cute young Black guy in the sling. He has been very busy. His Latin partner stands by his side, recruiting men to fuck him. The Black Top and I go over. A guy finishes up fucking and pulls out. The Black Top is well known to the Latin partner so he tells him to fuck his boyfriend. I look over at the petite man in the sling. I smile. He’s FTM and is taking that thick black cock in his front hole. The Latin hefts my cock and bends, sucking it expertly. He comes up for air and says “He’ll love this. You know he’s…” I nod. And tell him that I love what he has to offer. The Black Top takes a breather. I move into place at the sling. “Two big ones in a row,” says the small-boned guy. He is short and thin, with a well shaped beard and a great smile. I am going to really fill him up. But I want to eat him out first. His hole is wet and sloppy from the parade of men inside him. I lick and spit and pay a lot of attention to his T-cock. He gasps and convulses. I don’t let up and he does it again. Only then do I slip inside him and fuck. The boyfriend’s eyes go back and forth from his partner’s face to my cock sliding so deeply into him. I give him a really hard fuck. I make a mental note that this would be a good man to breed once it’s time to let my seed go… Finally, I stop. I taste his hole one more time and thank the pair of them. The partner asks to clean my cock so he can taste his boyfriend on my dick. I let him suck to his heart’s content… * I find Zane around the food table. He wants to get fucked again. We head up to the mostly deserted top floor. “I took another load since we fucked,” he tells me. I love how he can keep going after he shoots. I get him in the sling and eat his ass. Another man wanders up the stairs and gives Zane a cock to suck as I rim and felch. I finally stand up and fuck his wet hole. The guy is now jerking next to us, allowing Zane to really concentrate on me and his ass. Suddenly, the guy shoots all over Zane’s chest. I mop it up and coat my dick with it. I fuck it into Zane. We both groan at how slick his ass has become. I am thinking this will be it—and I am actually close. Another guy arrives up the stairs right at that moment. Zane is needed in the kitchen, he tells us. I reluctantly pull out and let him go play co-host. I go down a flight. I figure I will fuck a little more and find him later. Always good to load one of the hosts, after all. There is a group of six on the bed. They are welcoming to another hard cock. The big Black Top from the basement is one of them. Once again, we start trading off on holes. A third top shoots in a hot Latino. “Eat that load out of him,” the Black Top tells me. I move towards the loaded ass. “On the rimseat.” We both do as we’re told. I lie down and the cum filled Latino sits above me. His ass begins to drip cum into my open mouth. My tongue darts into his hole. “It feels so good,” the guy above me croons. “Eat him out good.” I hear from Black Top. My hand is batted away from stroking my dick as I eat. Someone sits on me. I can’t be sure, but I think it is another heavily tatted Latino. He rides me expertly. And it’s all too much. The cum sliding into my mouth from a hot ass and another ass squeezing my cock on every stroke causes me to shoot. Big and deep. The load I’ve been working on for 4 hours explodes into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 3: "Eat That Load Out of Him!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 10, 2023
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Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off.) I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass. I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me. I go off, looking to see what else is happening. There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom. They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men. I walk downstairs to the basement. Both slings are busy. The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters. The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking. Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours. One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom. I stand and watch. A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours. I step up. He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next. I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest. I stand up and insert. Well, that makes him turn around. He groans out his pleasure. I fuck him rather hard and fast. The top to my left moves to another willing ass. I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40. He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him. We switch up again. It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there. I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started. He is fucking a younger blond. He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse. The house guest has a nice seven incher. I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine. “Will you fuck me now?” I nod. I have only seen him top all evening. We wait until one of the slings is free. I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups. He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation. I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole. Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone. I dig in. He groans. “Do you like those loads?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt. He responds by pushing a little. The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth. I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock. I stand up. “My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time. “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.” This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster. My hand mops up some of his precum. I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick. The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck. I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant. I grin and ask if he wants a turn. The house guest is all about this. I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him. He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk. The new top gives him a rougher fuck. When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum. I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter. House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass. When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up. He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time… * I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs. Zane finds me on the staircase. He leads me upstairs. His smaller room is filled. We find room on the bed in the master bedroom. He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass. I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest. Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss. Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong. I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. “I have a load. Can you feel it?” Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great. When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock. When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat. “Who’s under first?” I ask. “Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down. I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me. I jerk. A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock. I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone. There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked. I stand up. I want to reverse. But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat. I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face. We trade places. Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it. I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face. He strokes himself as I rim. I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock. I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does. Or even sucks it. I concentrate on Zane’s ass. He is groaning. Suddenly he stands up. “Let me ride you.” He moves around and sits on my cock. I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head. He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself. He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach. He is as surprised as I am. “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.” He gets off me, slowly. Savoring the departing inches in his butt. I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole.. (There is one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.) The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 9, 2023
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Helping Fulfill a Fantasy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Helping Fulfill a Fantasy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 21, 2023 -
What a day …. BBut what a night …. After a long crazy day, I was all happy to lie in my pillows, watching a movie when my phone vibrated with a new WhatsApp message coming in - I checked - and it was from a FF-BBuddy with the simply message: HAVE COLD HANDS WHICH NEED WARMING UP … I looked at the clock and it was 10:30pm … a time I would normally never agree to a date BUT it was HIM, the only FF-BBuddy who truly has the ability to spoil my ass like no other … therefore my response was short: LET ME WARM THEM … His reply - WILL BE THERE IN 15 - didn't allow me much time to prepare - I was already naked - I prepared the play covers on the bed, the poppers and the FFist lube ….but also the rim chair, as I know how much he loves to sit on my face …. The wine was on ice … all ready when he arrived. This FF-BBuddy and I are so familiar with each other, therefore there is no chit-chat needed, when he saw the rim chair his eyes beamed with joy, he was undressed in seconds and simply said: YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE, BUT I AM NOT PREPARED - as if that ever has stopped me. I love a musky, sweaty ass on my face, I love when such a delicious ass sits down on that rim chair and presses against my face, so I can sniff, and start licking … and FUCK was he open - his ass opened up beautifully and I could push my tongue deep inside his shoot … I could taste his inner flesh and he started moaning … YEAH, LICK ME - PUSH YOUR TONGUE DEEPER, while he sniffed Poppers and started plying my nipples hard … I love my nipples played VERY HARD - it turns me into a pig who will do anything for the other to feel that delicious pain shooting through my body, making my cock grow in seconds and screaming into that delicious raunchy ass, packed with flavours I treasure… I couldn't get enough and between pushing my tongue deep inside, brushing my beard stubbles across his raw cuntflesh, which always drives him crazy, I asked him WHO FUCKED OR FISTED YOUR DELICIOUS ASS, IT IS SOOOO OPEN - but no-one had bred him the day before or today … Well, that had to be changed … after working his cunt for nearly an hour with mouth, tongue, beard and fingers, I was going crazy with lust as his fingers had never stopped twisting and pulling my nipples….my cock was rock hard, oozing pre-cum and I was close to come from that sensation, I begged him - SIT ON MY COCK …. This pig simply changed position, went off the rim chair, turned over and slid down on my bare cock - he never stopped on my nipples and started riding my rod, massaging my bare cock in sensational moves, while he leant forward to make out with me … within short strokes, I blew my load deep inside him…. It was sooooo intense …. He collapsed on me and simply said: ARE YOU NOW READY FOR ME TO LOOK AFTER YOUR NEEDS … DIDNT YOU JUST DO THIS, I asked - but he simply grinned and said: LETS HAVE A CIGARETTE AND I SHALL REALLY LOOK AFTER YOU … We smoked, laughed and chilled for few minutes, before I went into my position for pure pleasure to receive his FFist - and again he knew exactly how to turn me into putty on his hand and arm … All of you, who love FF, may it be giving or receiving, will understand when I say, THIS GUY CONNECTS WITH YOU, your mind, your body and ass - he knows how much pressure to give and when to stop, but also when to slide in…. He is the only one so FFar, who manages to slide ride in and through ….finds the second ring and goes through … and makes me scream with lust and pleasure - he works FFor depth and knocks on the third ring… Most amazing connection and sensational experience. Two inner orgasms later he insisted on a cigarette break … and asked I HOPE YOU WANT MORE - and I simply replied, NEVER STOP … Time simply flew and he had me screaming with passion and begging him for more … I am glad I have no neighbours, as they either would have called the police, or would have started smoking themselves … But at one point I had to give in and said I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE - he grinned and said WELL, SURLY YOU WANT TO RIM MY CUNT FOR YOUR LOAD … Fuck, this pig totally knows how to get me - and in no time I was under the rim chair again and started licking, nibbling and sucking, make him scream, as I started fetching for the load I deposited in him earlier… He loves it when I fill my mouth with those cummm loads from his or other cunts and snowball in a passionate kiss with him … and who am I not to give a fellow pig what he craves! While we snowballed he worked my nipples again .. and I shot another load which he licked from my body … What a wonderful night …
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CLAW: My First Horse Market
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Cleveland—April, 2022 I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths. I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening. I was going to my first Horse Market. In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. The arrival time was 6:00pm. The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity. As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck. (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!) We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes. I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots. (After all, it was a leather weekend!) My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back. The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play. (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally. CLAW rents it for the weekend.) There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against. We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares. There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares. The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours. Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area. They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another. One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type. They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play. Thank you! Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room. The Mares were being led to place and hooded. The tension amongst the Stallions was electric. Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace… There are men everywhere. Most are ass up. A buffet of butt cheeks. Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display: a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt. Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest. Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt. I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up. We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first. My hand caresses the hairy cheeks. I kneel and begin to rim him. I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue. My mare groans and thanks me. I rear up and slide into his hole. “Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out. But he takes me. Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole. Over and over. All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them. The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan. I love making eye contact with the other tops. One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking. I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion. This induces the other tops to move around, too. All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event. This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock. We fuck hard. We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole… * One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him. This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room. They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal. I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended. I have fucked all body types now. There is only one white hood in the entire room. I have seen only one man play with him so far. I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up. I let him feel the condom on me before I push in. He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels. I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him. The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too. Only then do I go and fuck the howler… * I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees. I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it. It’s my shortest fuck. I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks. Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment. Each hole willing and now all very wet… * The Stable Hands are being kept busy now. Mares need breaks. Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs. I find the hairy man—I started with again. He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass. I fuck him again. I tell him I was the first dick in him. He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut. * The crowd has started to thin. The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing. I find another hairy guy in the main sling. I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him. The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut. I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs. My tongue digs into him. I taste the mix of loads. “How many?” I ask. “Six, Sir…” I slide in. “Fuck!” I churn the loads and make them froth. Two guys stand on either side and watch me work. I pull out and make the pig clean my cock. Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth. “I need to come,” says one of the watchers. I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass. I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig. I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig. “How many now, boy?” “Nine, Sir.” I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth. I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide. He moans as the cum drips into his mouth. “I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him. I go down and eat him once more. I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls. I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole. I fuck him hard. And I’m there. I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking. He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest. The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads. He is led away, cum dripping down his legs. The room is almost clear. There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking. I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand. The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started. I walk over to him and stroke his ass. I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again. “Can you taste my loads?” I grunt an affirmative. My tongue snakes deeper. And damn, my cock wants to fuck again. I stand up and slide into him. I fuck in his slippery ass. One stroke, four strokes. Eight. And I shoot again. I can’t believe it. But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market… The origianl, with links to their site, is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: My First Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 29.2022 -
Lucking Into Just the Right Mix of Men
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—January, 2023 During the third week of January, I was hit with a couple of cancellations. The first guy (someone new to the playroom) didn’t bother to write or text me he wasn’t coming; he just left me hanging. Then, in a week or so, he wondered why I was rather short with him when he wrote once again, horny and ready. I did not reschedule. The second was Osvaldo. We were going to meet at CumUnion as we had in the past. He was not feeling well—and distressed, thinking he shouldn’t go. I agreed with him and we both stayed home, with promises to play once he was back to normal. (I wanted to forward out texts to the no-show and show him how easy that was to do—and how it didn’t hurt anyone’s chances for a make-up session.) I thought about going to CumUnion alone, but it was one of those snowy Saturday nights in Michigan, where staying home with hot tea and a book, can be the better idea. I decided, that if the weather cleared, to spend a Sunday afternoon at the bookstore that had just refurbished its viewing areas into play spaces. The sun came out—and I made the drive… There are not many cars as I arrive, but a few are scattered around the lot. I go into the lounge. A man is groping himself as he watches the gay video. Someone is also standing in the Trans room, looking bored. I go and sit in the seating area where I can see four screens—all showing different types of videos. I unbutton and stroke. Both men I had previously scouted meander by, but they show no interest. The main door opens. A fit white guy in his 40’s, wearing a red sweatshirt, comes into view. He watches the largest screen for a minute. He turns and sees me. We nod to each other and he unzips. Out comes a bigger than average cut cock. He walks confidently over to me. “Suck me, man.” I scoot down in my seat to get to his level and take him into my mouth. The moment I do the door bangs open again—but it doesn’t spook the guy I am pleasuring. He runs his hand over my cropped hair and tells me how good I am making him feel. My hand is batted away from my own cock. One of the men who just came in must want it. I sneak a glance down and it’s a cute and chunky young man with a shaved head, and I’m soon to learn, a ton of tats on his arms. He is doing a good job sucking me and stroking himself. A 50-ish bear is watching us. He has his stubby dick out, too. Red Sweatshirt takes a step towards my sucker. I touch his shaved head and move him from my dick to Red Sweatshirt’s wet one. He grunts his pleasure in having another big dick in his mouth. I squirm out of my chair and suck on the Bear. He gives me his dick for about 30 seconds before he pulls out of me with “I can’t—or I’ll blow.” I move back to Red Sweatshirt. Shaved Head grins and we share his cock—one on each side—stroking it with our lips and tongues. SH pushes it into my mouth. I suck him for a moment—then my tongue pushes him back into SH’s mouth. We go back and forth for quite some time. When I am given Red Sweatshirt’s dick once again, Shaved Head moves down to suck my cock. The Bear jerks to the live sex show happening in front of him. Shaved Head is really doing wonders for my dick in this new position (and likely as I have a dick in my mouth at the same time.) His tongue keeps coaxing precum out of me. On his own volition, he comes back up and joins me once again for another round of double sucking on Red Sweatshirt. “Someone want my load?” grunts out the Bear. I swing around and take him into my mouth just in time. It’s not big, but sweet. As I move back to the guys I left, Red Sweatshirt pulls away. He may not like the idea of cum in my mouth—or he may just need a break. “Let me suck you properly,” mumbles Shaved Head. I sit back in the chair. He strips off his winter coat and then a flannel shirt, revealing his tatted arms and chest. “I wish I’d known you were going to be here,” he says, his fingers circling my balls, “and I’d have cleaned out. Damn, I want this fucker in my ass.” He kisses my balls and goes back down on me. He unzips and strokes himself this time. I let him suck me until his knees get tired. Together we go into the gay video room, our cocks out and swinging. A short, elfin man is there. I recognize him from the gay campground. He asks if I want to fuck. I nod and we go to the exam table. Shaved Head follows. The guy from the campground strips and lays on the table. I eat his ass as Shaved Head sucks his cock. I rise up and enter him. I fuck, slow and easy. I can't help building my speed as I see the fuckee’s balls tighten. He’s going to blow in Shaved Head’s mouth. Any minute. With a cry, he does just that. I pull out and go to my knees to rim his fucked ass. Shaved Head cleans him up thoroughly, but leaves a little cum on the man’s balls for me… * Later. Shaved Head has gone down to the arcade. I am in the gay video room sucking the cock of slender guy in his late 50’s. He has a lot of stubble on his chiseled face. Another man has come in to watch. He sits on the couch next to the guy and strokes. Feeling generous, I ask if the stroker if he wants a turn on this guy’s long, thin dick. He does. I lick the man’s balls as the stroker sucks him. “What I really want,” says the man we’re working on, “is to get fucked by that big dick of yours.” I stand up. The guy sucking stops and goes back to stroking. The man stands and drops his pants altogether. I fold them for him as he turns around and bends over. I dive into his butt crack. He mutters a surprised--and then pleased—exclamation. I get his hole wet, a hole that has obviously taken a lot of abuse over the years. I stand up. “Bare?” “You bet.” I slide into him in one easy stroke. He does a practiced, welcoming squeeze. It’s my turn to moan. "Fuck him hard,” says the onlooker. I speed up. Faster than usual. I can feel my balls tighten. I suddenly know I’m going to breed. And it’s going to be pretty damn soon. “That’s the way…” the onlooker coaches. His own hand is flying over his diminutive cock. My partner is panting. “You want my load?” “In my ass or in my mouth, I don’t care.” I know where I want to shoot. I pump harder. “Breed me with that big dick...” I am almost there. Two or three more strokes and I fire inside him. I shake as my dick goes off. Without thinking, I sink to my knees and begin eating the hole I just bred. The guy groans—delighted at my tongue replacing my dick. My cock won’t go down—it says tumescent even after the explosion. I jerk as I felch. I rock back on my heels. The bottom turns around and sits, still panting. I stand up. My cock is going to go off again. I lean in and spray two weak splats of jizz onto the surprised bottom’s chin… The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/lucking-into-just-right-mix-of-men.html March 2, 2023 -
Cum-Union: Osvaldo Bends Over
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—December, 2022 Osvaldo desperately wanted another session with me at Cum-Union. I was happy to give him one as long as he was still fine with my playing with other men, too. He was. Eager even. He’d loved the rotation of guys in his ass and mouth. He’d enjoyed watching me fuck another. He still ached for us to find another hung top so we could double penetrate him. I told him I would come up to the first of the December Cum-Unions. I got there slightly earlier than our appointed time. I stripped in the locker room, leaving on my jock and putting my boots back on. I added my leather wrist band and slung my towel over my shoulder… I’m sitting in the movie theatre area. A man around my age, cinched into his towel, has cruised past me three times as I harden up to the video. The next pass he makes, he asks if he can suck me. I nod. He sits in the seat next to me and leans over to take me into his mouth. His skills are minimal—but it is still good warmup head. “Fuck me?” he asks, pulling off my cock. I tell him I need the first fuck of the night to be the man I’m waiting for, but to find me later in the evening. He nods, eagerly. But I never see him again. I stroke a little more. It must be close to 9pm. I get up start down the stairs. There is Osvaldo bounding up them to meet me. We hug. He leads me right to the exam table. He covers the middle of it with his towel and leans over it, presenting his voluptuous ass to me. I am on my knees, with my face buried between his mounds of ass flesh instantly. His hole is damp. I make it wet. He moans as I burrow into his pucker. It's time. I stand and slide in. Osvaldo gasps. “That’s the cock I love,” he croons, making it sound sexier with his slight Latin accent. I fuck him. Rather hard. But he’s ready—he’s pushing back on every stroke. The table squeaks as we fuck. Men come from the porn areas to watch the real thing. A grey-haired gent comes closer. He drops his towel and sticks his hardening dick into Osvaldo’s mouth. We catch each other’s eye and smile. He did this the last time we were here—and he is enjoying the spit roasting of the younger man as much as I am. I pull out and taste his hole. He is such a copious lube maker. I lick him out, offer his ass to the other man (though I know he won’t fuck him) and re-enter for another round. At least three men linger to watch us. No one else wants to actually take part. I pull out again. The other guy pats Osvaldo’s shoulder and leaves. I have him clean up my cock, leaving his ass free. No takers. So, I fuck him one more time. We break and head to the sling. It is hung (and padlocked) at a horrible angle. The foot end is on a downward slope, so the guy fucking has to be very, very short or do such deep knee bends it is unsustainable. I have brought two extra carabiners. I fasten the chains up properly. Osvaldo is now in the proper position. I kneel and rim him. An attractive guy in his late 30’s, with shaggy dark hair, comes over and openly strokes to us. I stand up and fuck. The new guy moves around to the side of the sling. Osvaldo cranes his head around so he can suck him. I fuck the wet ass hard. On his back he feels quite different. I enjoy the change. “Want to take a turn?” I ask the guy in his mouth. “To fuck him or get fucked?” “Either.” “I’d love you to fuck me.” Osvaldo nods. The two men exchange places. I am surprised that Osvaldo leans over and rims the guy. Of course, it leaves his ass at a level for me to fuck him a little more—driving his face into the brown-haired guy’s butt. Soon it’s my dick fucking him. Man, this guy is tight. He is a great change of pace. Osvaldo keeps busy during the fuck by licking the guy’s nipples. I fuck the new hole happily, until the man asks for a break. Osvaldo takes me to his room. He has a small one this time. I just fit on the bed. (I can’t believe I used to spend the night on this size ‘bed’ here in the 1990’s!) My boy for the night pulls out his camera. He films himself licking my cock. Licking my boots. Sucking my balls. Fucking him on all fours. Now I have to hold it as he rides my cock. Soon he devises a way to lean it against his backpack. It’s a much steadier shot of him impaling himself on me over and over… * We take a break. Osvaldo cruises around the whirlpool. I go try to find some head in the gloryhole area. Soon enough we are back together at the medical exam table, fucking in public. I fuck Osvaldo on his stomach. I fuck him on his back, his knees on my shoulder. I fuck the shaggy haired guy from the sling, as he clings to Osvaldo. Still as tight as fuck. Osvaldo hops off the table to clean my dick after I pull out of shaggy haired guy. When he’s tasted his fill, I bend him back over the table. I just get my dick in him when the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in this establishment walks in. He is my height, tanned and ripped from the gym. He has just enough hair on his chest to be hot, but still show off the hours of work on his pecs and abs. He has a small tat above his pec. The moment he sees us fucking, he drops his towel and begins stroking. “You can use him,” I tell the guy. “Well, fuck…” And he gives Osvaldo his cock, just a tiny bit smaller than mine, to suck. He sighs the moment it touches Osvaldo’s tongue. I slow down my plowing. They guy has a really expressive face. I swear I can tell just what Osvaldo’s mouth is doing to him, by how the guy reacts. We lock eyes. We smirk. The guy begins to face fuck Osvaldo. I pick up my fuck tempo to match him. “Can I cum in him?” “Do you want his ass?” “No.” His breath is now really ragged. “I want to feed him my load.” He pants more. “Right now!” And he shoots. Osvaldo swallows fast—but there is just too much jizz. Some spills on the floor. Osvaldo manages to catch most of the rest with his hand. I stop and come over. I take Osvaldo’s hand and smear the man’s jizz onto my cock. “I’m going to fuck some of your cum into him.” The guy, still panting in recovery, actually gasps. But his eyes are glued to my jizz covered dick entering the begging-for-it Osvaldo. Now his hole is even slicker and smoother. I fuck. I suddenly realize this is the end. I’m going to cream his hole. I collapse onto his sweaty back. I pump spurt after spurt into him. Mixing our jizz deep inside him… * It turns out, the hot guy is starting an Only Fans site. I wish him luck. He certainly has the body for it. Now I know why Osvaldo wanted to get back to his room. He needed to document it…you may want to go to the original post to see the pics he took of us there. The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/01/cum-union-osvaldo-bends-over.html January 8, 2023 -
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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My boy and I have been together for seven years and have amazing sex. He's an insatiable piggy bottom who lets me cream his tight asshole every chance I get. He can bounce up and down it like a champ. We have only played together with other boys once and it was intense. See, we always play bare, and I just thought that he'd make other guys bag it up. Not so. When my boy's best friends from High School, who were now boyfriends, came to the city to visit, we put them up on our sofa bed. We have a small apartment, but the bedroom is separate enough to provide some privacy. First night they were on the sofa bed, we could hear them fucking. It sounded like Ron was really pounding Jonathan's ass hard. My boy got turned on listening and we snuck to the cracked door and watched for a few seconds before he backed up on to my precum-oozing cock. I fucked him in the doorway until I blasted my load up his hole, my cum leaking down his tanned thighs as Ron blasted inside his boy. We quietly closed the door as Jonathan shot his load all over Ron's burly chest. The next morning, our guests headed out to do some sightseeing, while my boy and I hopped on the train for work. We made plans to meet up at a bar and go dancing that night. (I gave them the addresses of some really sleazy adult stores in Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea in case they needed somewhere to go during the day. Don't know if they went.) I wrapped up everything at my office a few hours earlier than usual. I thought I'd head uptown and change before our night out. When I got to the apartment door, I could hear heavy breathing and moans from inside. I remembered we hadn't given our guests a set of keys and thought my boy must have been watching some bareback porn on the TV. Boy was I wrong. Opening the door, I saw my boy, being double penetrated by Ron and Jonathan. Ron was on his back, with Jonathan's sticky cock slamming back and forth into my boy's hole. His jaw dropped when he saw me and pulled off their cocks. The boyfriends laughed as my boy tried to make an excuse. “It's not what it looks like,” he shrieked. I chuckled as I unbottoned my shirt and dropped my trousers. “It looks like a helluva good time to me. Mind if I join in,” I asked. His eyes lit up and I shoved my now-hard cock as far and as roughly as I could down his mouth. I then noticed the lack of ripped condom packages on the bed. No lube either. Fuck, he's giving it up raw again! I thought, “at least time the tops aren't total strangers!” The other boys repositioned and went back to raw tag teaming his sweet hungry hole. I asked them both to tell me when they were close. Ron asked if it was okay to cream my boy's tight hole. I said, “You're both clean right?” He smiled but didn't reply. As his breathing quicken, I shot some of my load down my boy's velvety throat and some on his slutty slack-jawed face. He was in pig heaven. I got down on all fours close to my boy's ass as Ron started to shoot. Jonathan pulled his slimy dick out as Ron creamed my boy's tight hole. That sent Jonathan over the edge and he shot a few spurts on his boyfriend's raw dick before jamming his cock up there too. They both loaded him up real good, then pulled out. I shoved my own cummy cock up his hole and came again after just a few strokes. We were a sweaty mess. Ron said that they had got the idea to try to seduce my boy after a hot Hell's Kitchen gloryhole session. They called my boy at work and asked him to come home early so they could let them in. “So this wasn't the whole reason for coming to the city after all, breeding my boy?,” I asked? “Well now. Jonathan tested POZ this summer and we were going to a breeding party to see if I could take some loads too,” Ron said, rather matter-of-factly. Shit. The last time my boy took another guy's raw load, there was a good chance that it had been POZ. He dodged a bullet that time, but his ass was well-used and torn up. What if it took? My boy asked me, “Will you suck out the cum? That may make safer?” Well, safety was out the window at this point, and when I saw him fingering his sloppy cummy mancunt, I couldn't resist. I fingered out all three loads, felching for all I was worth, jealously swallowing it all, Jonathan's POZ cream, mixed with Ron's and mine. I got hard again and came in Jonathan's hungry mouth. We cleaned up and went dancing, getting horny and sweaty again before heading home and having another delicious fourway. This time, I took Ron's load and perhaps one of my boy's last NEG loads. Hot. Fucking hot. -
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 -
Chicago—April, 2022 After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party... My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock. I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on. I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat. I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock. I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me. In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick. I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up. I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier. Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders. “Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me. “Eat my load out of him.” He helps the young man sit. There is jizz leaking all over his crack. I lick him clean and dig in. I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time. I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily. The guy is squirming above me. The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts. CB laughs and helps me up. My legs feel oddly unsteady. “Kiss me, fucker.” He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard. He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. We break. He swats my ass with “Out of here. Happy hunting!” and is gone. I go downstairs. I need to eat. I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works. Zane is at the bar. I tell him what just happened. “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile. He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor. It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here. I get in the sling. Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others. Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. Hour Four When Zane has licked his fill, we change over. I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more. We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other. A man stops by. “I need to get out of here. Can I drop a load?” I step to the side. The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane. In no time he has given us a load to play in. I eat a little. I snowball some of it. I fuck in the rest. I watch Zane’s face. He gets out of the sling. “What’s up?” “I think I have had the dick my ass can take.” “Really?” “I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.” He kisses me. “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.” I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door. I go downstairs. Men are getting dressed and leaving. I continue on down to the basement. It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here. All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up. Or the two slings. And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home. I find the nearest vacant ass: a bear in his 30’s. He has load dripping from him. I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole. I fuck—expecting to cum. But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede. I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago. He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads. When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass. Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot. But no. I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him. But I can’t shoot. So I stop trying and just fuck. I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs. I lick in up and drool it on my dick. I move to the bed, again. I fuck any man who wants me. Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. And then I find the one. He’s on his back. A remarkably hairy otter. A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent. I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth. I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him. He does poppers as I felch. “Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans. I stand up and shrug. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could. I slide into the slippery, cummy ass. And yes. I’m there. I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 8, 2022
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Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where part two left off... The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop… I lick his hole and swallow. It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more. Zane moves and I gasp for air. He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs. I go on a house tour. Upstairs on the third floor, the sling is busy. There is a dog pile of naked men on the bed where I took my nap. I go down a flight. There is no room on the bed in the guest room. I fuck the one bottom who does not currently have a top. Continuing my tour, a fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom. Going down to the main floor, there is lots of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables. I continue down to the darker basement. The place is packed. The two slings are busy, as are the beds and the couch. Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass rutting taking place on the double bed. He feels good, wet and very warm. It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is fucking him now… Hour Three I find myself back in the master bedroom. The fisters have moved to one side to make room for two couples to play. I move closer to see if they need another dick as a young blond boy stops me. “Zane sent me to find the guy in chaps.” “That’s me…” “I have two loads in my ass. Zane told me you’d like to eat them out.” I don’t answer; I just lead him to the rimseat. “Zane gave me one of them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat. He sits, tentatively. “First time on a rimseat? Just relax.” I dig in. The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change. My tongue goes deep into him. He groans—a mix of pleasure and surprise. “No one has ever,” he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.” My cock swells and I re-double my efforts. Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the two loads into my mouth. I clamp my lips around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck. The sperm flow increases. So much, I need to swallow quickly. I don’t get much more, but I keep trying. I hear the poppers open and the kid is now flying. I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds, must be feeding BB his dick. A moment later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me. I always love this moment—the anonymity of who is pleasuring my cock. Whoever it is has pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick. When he has taken all of me, I feel the familiar hairy butt of Zane. I think. I can’t be sure. I am concentrating on the furless butt above, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy. The guy who is feeding Blond Boy moves away. The guy on my dick, (is it Zane? Now I don’t think so…) is riding me faster and faster. Blond Boy groans again as another popper round hits. I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy on my dick? Both men are groaning as the poppers take them to new heights. I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the guy on my dick get my load. At least not yet. “We should switch.” So it is Zane. Blond Boy stands up, a little tentatively. Light streams in making me blink. The guys change over. Zane sits. His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum. I lick up into him repeatedly. He groans just as Blond Boy impales himself. Shit, that kid is tight—even after all my tongue work. He sits all the way down. Poppers happen and he is very vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on. A pair of combat boots is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane. This makes Zane’s hole tighten. I work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose. He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which makes his hole spasm. I get a dollop of cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result. I swallow greedily and keep licking. Blond Boy pulls off my cock. Someone else sits down on me, letting his ass get used to me. After a moment, the new guy starts riding. The boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up. He stands, bent over above me, supporting himself on the dresser behind us. Boots is there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a number of times tonight. He pushes his seven incher into Zane. I watch as Zane takes it—repeatedly. “Let him taste that,” says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane. Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole. I can hear him orally clean up the dick that just fucked him. “Take a hit,” says Combat Boots. Zane complies—and his hole flowers open as the poppers hit. I lick up his ass juices, while he squirms above me. “I gotta get up.” Zane stands, a little shakily. He is supported by the burly Combat Boots. I finally notice the hot Asian riding my cock. I grin at him—and he gets up, too, to stretch his legs. Zane reaches down to lift the seat for me. “Don’t do that,” says Combat Boots. “You lick top ass, too?” Without waiting for a reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat. “Now eat me out, dude…” My only slightly weary tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker… One more installment still to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 7, 2022. -
Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—March, 2022 This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One. The three of us go off to find our next play area. We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable. (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.) We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area. There is a four foot high gate to the area. I decide to leave it open, so others can join us. Perry strips down and jumps in the sling. I get his feet into the stirrups. The Cub begins working Perry’s nipples as I kneel and eat his well fucked hole. It is wet and ready for more cock. I stand up and give it to him. The sling is just the right height. I am positioned perfectly to slide into his ass. Perry groans as I bottom out deep in his guts. I fuck fast and deep as the Cub twists Perry’s nips. Then, to change it up, I stand still and use my arms to push the sling off my cock and to then let the sling swing back into place on my dick. It creates a terrific long dicking moment as just the tip of my dick is left in him as I push the chains away. Release—and the man and the sling impale themselves on me. Once I start this, I can’t stop. I notice out of the corner of my eye we have a voyeur. Cruz is leaning on the wall and watching us intently. I motion for him to join us, but he stays where he is—his eyes never leaving us. I go back to a regular thrust now. The sound of my hips slapping Perry’s ass fills the room. I stop and motion for the Cub to clean my dick. He does. Eagerly. I step to the side and let him tongue Perry’s dripping hole… * We are back in the first room. Perry is totally stripped and on the fuck bench. I am eating his ass. A man gets up from the chair and feeds Perry his cock. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I love to see both dicks inside him—fucking his willing holes at either end. Cruz comes by—with a hot Daddy. They go around the corner out of sight to play. I offer Perry’s ass to the man in his mouth. He nods, but stays right where he is, enjoying Perry’s throat. When the guy finally leaves, I bring my cock to Perry’s mouth. At that moment, Cruz emerges from the side room. He stops, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue deep into Perry’s ravaged ass. After a few moments, I walk around to Cruz. He knows what I want. He sucks me for a few moments—and then spit it on Perry’s hole. He pushes it as deep into the willing ass as his tongue can go. He does it again. “Fuck him.” He stays, right on his knees—intently watching me fuck Perry hard and fast. And, when I pull out, he cleans my cock with a low whimper of enjoyment… * I have moved us yet again to the slurp ramp area. There are two men loitering behind it, both Black and with their dicks out. I have Perry suck me in the shadows—so that both men can see us. There is a bench, like a church pew, there. I get Perry to lean into it and I fuck, beckoning the nearest man to join us. He stays put and just strokes faster. Cruz appears. Perry pulls off my cock, saying “Fuck him. I want to see you fuck him again.” I look at Cruz. He nods and steps out of his pants. He goes to his knees and sucks me, reveling in the taste of Perry’s ass on my cock. So young and so piggy—the thought makes my cock leak. Cruz swabs it up with his tongue and swallows hungrily. Perry has sat on the bench along with the Cub. I position Cruz so he can suck their cocks as I dive into his furry butt with my tongue. The closest of the two strokers takes a step towards us. I wave him over again—but he ignores me and just fists his own cock. I rear up, spit in my palm and use it to reactivate the lube on my cock. I push in. Cruz pauses for a second in his sucking. His hole relaxes. He sighs and goes back to sucking—my cue to start a slow fuck. I build it slowly. Soon I am pounding into his ass, pushing his whole body onto Perry’s cock. I rail into the hairy ass again and again. It can’t last. The floor is hard and cold. We decide to go to the sling again. We grab our clothes and head there. I get Perry into it again. Cruz goes off in search of other dick. I kneel and rim Perry. The lips of his ass are wonderfully puffy now from all the abuse they’ve taken this afternoon. My cock responds as I suck on them. Finally, I stand up. “It’s time to breed.” “Yes, please…” I smack my wet cock on his freshly rimmed hole. “You want my cum in your ass?” I know it’s rhetorical—I’m voicing it for the guys watching us, leaning on the gate. “Breed me. Fill me up…” I turn to the Cub, who is busy on Perry’s nips. “After all this play it’s gonna be a big load for you to felch.” I push in and begin the final fuck. Every nerve ending in my dick is on fire—willing me to empty my balls. It won’t be long now. I take a hit of poppers—seemingly my new trigger to unload. I shoot a short blast of cum out of my dick. But there is little feeling as I do it. Which means, I have learned, that I can shoot again. I pull out, jerk myself as I kneel and felch my own load. I swallow, loving the taste of my fresh jizz. And it is hot enough to make me want to shoot again. I just make it into Perry before I unload—this time with every nerve ending on high. I fire again and again, vocalizing each discharge. I hold onto the chains for support. I marinate for a moment…and pull out. I make the Cub felch Perry’s hole first. My dick has a moment to lose the super sensitivity, so then he can get all the jizz coating my cock, too… * There is a coda. After we’re dressed, Perry disappears. He comes back, sporting a dirty grin. “I just asked Cruz for his number. I’ll text it to you…” And that is an entry for another day! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2022 -
Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—October, 2021 A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy. With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house. It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite. I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available. He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north. We made small talk as Keshawn cleaned up after hours of driving. When he was ready—we all trooped up the stairs to their playroom. I looked around the space as I slipped out of my clothes. There is a double bed and a sling suspended from the rafters. The rimseat sits between the two. There is a Jim Support fuck bench near the foot of the bed. The men are hot and eager. The couple is just under my age. The top has a dick almost my length, but thicker. The versatile, Tim, has a shorter, but thick cock and usually spends the first half of a session fucking and the last, taking it. Their friend is heavily tatted and tops occasionally—but one of us is usually in his muscle butt. Keshawn is eager to impress his hosts—his massive cock is hard and swinging. I tuck my lube into my jock and join the others who are kissing and letting their hands play over willing flesh… “Don’t be surprised, there will be one more of us,” the Top Host tells us. “He likes to arrive when the action has started. He will mostly watch…but will play if he gets hot enough.” We all make some sort of verbal acknowledgment and go back to the man in front of us. The Top Host is kissing Keshawn. Hot Tats is on his knees sucking Tim. I fall to my knees and pull apart Keshawn’s butt cheeks. My tongue connects with his hole right at the same moment he bends to suck Top Host. I get him good and wet. I tongue fuck him until he is whimpering around the big cock in his mouth. I stand up and slide into him for the first time today. I fuck him gently. Just hard enough to rock him forward, which makes him swallow a little more of TH’s cock. We spit roast Keshawn for a bit, then TH comes over to fuck him, too. I pull out and let Keshawn clean me off. Hot Tats is on all fours on the bed, taking a hard dicking from Tim. I reach out and hold onto Hot Tats as Keshawn licks me clean of his ass jizz. The next 30 minutes or so becomes a blur. Everyone here is a pig. They eat ass. They love to suck cock pulled out of an ass. I roll off the bed and fuck Hot Tats as Tim pulls his cheeks apart for me. Keshawn comes up behind Tim and fucks him…then he tops Hot Tats, the moment I pull out. I eat Hot Tats hole after all the fucking. When I come up for air, the voyeur has arrived. He is late 50’s and flogging a nice dick as he watches us. Keshawn is on the fuck bench, taking Top Host. Hot Tats has moved to Tim, sprawled on the bed, and is riding his cock. I offer to suck the Voyeur. He let’s me do it, giving me a couple drops of precum. He gets so excited by watching Keshawn—he fucks him for a few moments as we all change partners once again. * I am under the rimseat. Tim is sitting on the seat with my tongue up his used ass. He encourages Hot Tats to ride my cock while he gets eaten out. I feel Hot Tats ass settle down on my drooling dick. I try not to think about how good my cock feels—I just zero in on Tim’s puffy ass lips and keep licking them. Tim tells Hot Tats to switch with him. HT brings his extremely used ass up to my tongue. He doesn’t have a load yet, but it’s dripping like he does what with all the stimulation his hole has gotten. I feel Tim sit on my dick, his ass only having my fresh saliva for lube. He sinks to the root—uttering a sigh of total contentment. I am pretty sure I hear Top Host fucking Keshawn as I begin to tongue drill Hot Tats. Tim begins to bounce. I lose track of time. There is no place I’d rather be. Suddenly Hot Tats is pulled off the seat by Top Host. He fucks his ass for three or four strokes and pushes him back into place. I am rewarded by his hot manhole giving me even more of his self lube. Soon Keshawn replaces him—the last of the fuck holes on my face. His ass is the least wet. I try to remedy that situation… * We are at the sling. I have fucked Hot Tats in it—and shared his hole with Keshawn. When HT asks for a break, Keshawn jumps in and gets his ankles into the stirrups without any help. I spit on his hole and slide in. We fuck—a nice bouncy fuck—as there are springs attached to the supporting chains. Tim comes over, leans down and sucks Keshawn’s hard cock. Then he steps up on a long bench that is running from one side of the sling to the other. He swings across so he is straddling the sling. I could suck his cock if he’d stayed still. Instead he lowers himself onto Keshwan’s rampant tool. I begin to fuck harder. Tim begins to ride Keshawn. It’s a first for me. I love it. It doesn’t go on for long as Tim’s legs tire fast—but it is incredibly hot. I tell him so. “I saw it on some porno…” he shrugs. * Everyone in the room is ready to get off. We are all on the bed—or using the men who are on the bed. The Voyeur blasts first—all over Tim’s back. I mop it up, smear it on my cock and fuck it into Tim. The Top Host is fucking Hot Tats. He gives him his load with lots of rhythmic grunting. Keshawn cleans the Host’s drooling dick and licks up some escaping cum from Hot Tats abused hole. This makes him hot enough to shoot. He comes over to where I’m still fucking Tim. I pull out, thinking he wants to load Tim’s hole. But Keshawn shoots all over my dick. I fuck this load into Tim, too. I pound him. I am now frothing his hole. There is stray cum emerging on every stroke. I dip to taste…and plunge my super hard dick back into Tim—just in time for him to take load number three… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December, 27, 2021 -
The Reverse Felch
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2021 As I didn’t get off (nor did I expect to) with my fisting of the Ginger Bear I went to the closest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon. It was a small group of men hanging around…but very playful… I can feel the sexual tension in the air the moment I enter the gay cinema. There are five men in the room. I have obviously interrupted a blow job. A 40-something white guy with a shaved head, sits along the back wall and makes no move to cover his saliva covered cock. A man is standing with his back to me who was likely servicing the guy. I can’t sit in either of my two regular seats. The one against the right wall has a man in it, who is kneading his cock mound. Another man sits next to him. The third stands by the door, looking like he wants to unzip. I move to the left wall and sit down. It’s an outside wall, but warm enough today on this bright October day. The guy who was likely sucking is adjusting his package. He doesn’t go back to sucking the guy—he comes down to me as I take my dick out. And I realize why—it’s Braydon. He’s the bearded cub who threw the motel party where the cops were called. He’s also been to the old house to take on three of us and we’ve met here, occasionally. He has cropped his hair very short. The beard is also much more shaped and trimmed. “Let me suck it.” I spread my legs. The guy kneading his mound opens his fly. The man next to him eventually reaches over and strokes the hardening dick. Braydon has gotten me dripping in short order. The man he was sucking earlier starts beating his cock—knowing just what I am feeling. I nod to him and gesture for him to come and join us. He gets up, his hand never leaving his stubby, fat cock. “I want to see you suck him,” I hiss to Braydon. He bobs up and over to the man who is now standing at my side. Braydon sucks him. Stubby Cock grabs his head and face fucks him. Then he pulls Braydon off him and pushes him back down to my cock. He prods his thick cock against my lips. I open and take him to the root. He does not face fuck me, but just as suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and kneels. Braydon goes to my balls to allow Stubby Cock access to suck my prick. He does, with gusto—if not much skill. This must excite Stubby. In moments he stands up and gestures for Braydon to take his load. But Braydon is busy. I give him a mouth to shoot in. He gasps out his orgasm. I love watching his body shiver as he unloads. Braydon comes up for air. “Fuck me.” He pulls a chair away from the wall, pulls his jeans down and leans against the back of it. I don’t bother to tell him my mouth is full of jizz. I go to my knees from my chair and stick my cum covered tongue up his hole. I begin to reverse felch the guy’s semen up into Braydon. He can feel it and groans, even asking me if that’s what I am doing. I make some sort of affirmative sound and poke more cum up his ass. When my mouth is empty and Braydon is feeling well lubed, I stand up and add my cock. I glide in, with a hole coated in cum. He’s a great fuck anyway, but this makes him feel spectacular. “I knew you wouldn’t want me to waste his load,” I grunt out as my hips slam into him. “So…Hot…” he pants. “Use my ass.” The guy to our side giving the hand job is now sucking the cock he was jerking. I encourage the guy by the door to give Braydon his cock. He shakes his head. I pause the fucking and go to my knees. I have churned so much of the load out of his hole. It is hanging there on the hair of Braydon’s ass crack. I mop it up with my tongue and push it back inside. I can’t help but swallow some of it. I fuck him again. The guy by the door sprays his load on the floor. The guy getting blown convulses in his sucker’s mouth. They all leave. I slow on Braydon’s ass. Neither of us wants me to be done yet. We go off to look for others—he to the arcade and I check the straight side. There is nothing of interest. I go back and stroke to the gay film. Braydon comes back. He has found no one either. “You want my load?” “Are you serious?” He bends over, dropping his pants again. “Breed me.” I eat his hole a bit. Cum is working out of him. I swallow some. And also spit a dollop of used seed on my dick. I stand up and sink into him again. I love showing off—but being alone with him is nice in an entirely different way. I do a very slow fuck. I can’t help but build the rhythm quickly. He is super slick. I think about the cum in him, where it came from, what I did with it…and I explode. I replace the first load with a fresh, bigger one… The original, with comments from readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Reverse Felch (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 7, 2021 -
so, it's been years since i've last eaten ass, and i've never felched an ass before. in your own words, what does it feel like? how does it taste? how does it make you feel? it's one of the hottest things ever in my opinion, i wish i can try it soon.
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A House Full of Horny Men
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—August, 2021 Sometime in July, I received a text from my fuck buddy Zane to make sure I reserved a specific Saturday in the middle of August. The young scent pig and his two roommates were throwing another house party—the first since lockdown. I had loved the one I had attended in the past (related here) and promised to be there, once again offering my fuck bench and rimseat for use. On the day, I got to Chicago in good time. We set up the bench in the basement where there were two slings, a huge bed in the middle of the room and a couch for play. The main floor was food and drink—though the couches there, I remembered, were often pressed into service. There were two bedrooms on the next floor. I put the rimseat in the master bedroom and my overnight bag in the smaller bedroom where I would stay the night after the men were done having sex on the bed. There was also a third floor with a bed, a chair and one more sling. I helped with the ice and covering the furniture with drop cloths and the bed with older sheets. Eventually I went to nap while the three hosts continued to putter about and took turns cleaning themselves up. Zane found me in my leather mask on and ear plugs in place. He woke me by licking my pits…and kissing me. He couldn’t stop to play—but went down to greet the guests as I stripped down to my jock and put my boots back on… I go downstairs. Men, in the entryway are stripping to underwear or jocks—and a few are going full naked with just socks. In the kitchen area, men in fetish gear or the latest assless underwear are pouring drinks and catching up with each other. The age range is vast—28 to 72 I’m later told. And everyone is mingling, feeling each other up and laughing. I find Zane setting out food. He pauses and goes to the floor to suck my dick. He loves that all the men in the dining area are watching us, even as they keep up the chit-chat. He does nothing more than get me fully hard. “There,” he says, standing up and whispering in my ear. “That should show them what you got.” I kiss him, take a bottle of water and head upstairs. There are three people on the bed where I napped. A skinny, young white man is being fucked by an equally young Black man. The white kid’s face is under the ball sack of a middle aged white guy who is holding the kid’s legs in the air. I watch and stroke. The Black guy rolls the skinny guy over so he is on all fours—and the bottom can suck the older man. The older guy reaches over and strokes my cock for me. The top is delivering a hard fuck. The bottom eventually taps out and heads for the door, followed by the older guy. The Black kid goes to his knees and begins sucking my cock. “Fuck,” he says, under his breath. He pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He gets on all fours—right where the other guy had been. I go to my knees and push my face into his round ass. He groans as I lube up his hole. Even my tongue can tell this guy is tight. I try to leave extra spit in his pucker as I squirt extra lube on my cock. I stand. I start to push in. I’m not going anywhere. Again. My big helmet head pops in. The guy groans into the mattress. I inch forward. He moans again. I press into him, maybe another inch. His head snaps up as he arches his back. “Fuck it!” And he impales himself to the base of my dick. He howls—but in pure pleasure. All bets are off. I fuck him just as hard as I saw him plow the skinny guy. After five minutes or so he flattens to the mattress, pulling off of me. He spins around and cleans my dick before he says: “I’d love more—but you’d make me cum.” I agree—it’s the first few moments of a very long night, after all… * I find Zane in the basement, sucking a beer can thick cock on a hot daddy. He waves me over—and begins to suck both of us together—just about getting the two big heads in his mouth. Then he’s up on the fuck bench. Beer Can is in his mouth—I am eating his ass. He’s had someone there—I can tell. I lick and spit. Then stand and fuck—driving him slightly forward—and making him take more of Beer Can’s dick into his mouth. The daddies switch. Zane loves the taste of his ass on my cock. Beer Can loves that I have opened his hole for him—and says so. He fucks into the significantly younger man harder and harder. He suddenly howls out a surprise orgasm. He marinates for a second in Zane, then lets Zane clean his dick as I felch his load. And fuck in it. * Keshawn, my bud from Indy arrives—he of the huge cock and fuckable ass. We share a number of men in the Master bedroom. Sometimes we take turns on them. Other times, I fuck him as he is inside whoever takes his fancy. A lithe man I know from the fisting club in Chicago wanders in. He climbs on the bed and gets on all fours next to us—just as I am pulling out of Keshawn. I go right up him. Keshawn scrambles up to his head and feeds the guy his ass flavored dick. My bud slurps loudly on it, telling the room how good it tastes. Keshawn and I spend a very long time rotating on this guy. We take turns on him doggy. We flip him on his back. He rides Keshawn as I stand on the mattress and feed him my dick. We both love his control—how he can squeeze his ass down on our dicks at any given moment. And just as fast, other men have arrived and our dicks are being used by others…. * A young man, less than 30 and rather bookish looking, is standing to the side of the dog pile of bodies on the Master bed. He sees my yellow jock as I get up and tells me Zane has sent him to find me. He tells me sheepishly he has a load in his ass—and he wants to share it. I take him to the rimseat. He hesitates—but the moment he sits and feels my tongue start rooting around his puffy asslips, he is in heaven. I am rewarded with the steady drip of some unknown man’s cum into my mouth… * Much later. I am on the third floor and sitting in the chair so I can watch the action on the bed to one side and the fucking in the sling on the other. A Latino comes up the stairs. At first I think he’s quite young…but decide later that he is just well preserved. He acts as though we are the only two people in the room. He starts way down my legs and licks his way up to my cock that is resting in the jock pouch. But not for long. He gets the pouch wet—sucking all the precum and other men’s ass juices out of it. He gives my cock an exquisite tongue bath. And my balls. Each. Separately. And then to my favorite spot—between my balls and my cock ring. He only stops when he realizes he won’t get me to cum. Zane arrives. The sling is now empty. He has some loads for me to felch and play in. I eat and fuck in his cummy goodness. “I want to eat your ass,” he tells me. “Let me?” We change places in the sling. He is all over me. Licking my armpits and then to my mouth. Nipples. Fingertips. All feel his tongue. Then he zeros in on my tight hole. He grunts and slobbers. He comes to kiss me a couple of times, knowing I like the taste of my ass. One guy, seeing me in the sling, lubes up to fuck me. Instead of saying no, Zane simply slides his own butt down on the guy. This so surprises the man—he fucks a load into Zane’s hairy ass. It is that time—guys are dropping loads and leaving. I get Zane back into the sling and start working him over. Every time a man comes up the stairs, I make room for him. Sometimes it’s just a fuck of Zane. But more often than not, the guy thanks one of his hosts by giving him a load he’s been saving all evening. After four or five of these, my cock is just awash in the mixed cum. I felch. I snow ball. Another guy unloads in him as we kiss. He leaves—and the room is finally empty. I go back and clean up his hole—pushing stray strands of cum into him. I stand up. I fuck. His hole is a mass of jizz. It makes a delicious squishing sound with each thrust of my rampant cock. This is it. I can’t hold back. And I don’t want to. I grab the top cross pieces of the sling frame and hang on. I fire off the load I have been working on for four hours. I keep fucking to mix my load with the others. I marinate for a long time in the fucked out hole. Then slowly bring my frothy white cock to his open mouth… The original is here, with a 1000+ other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-house-full-of-horny-men.html
