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Bookstore Cocks and a Surprise Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—December, 2023 I went to the nearest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon, my only real free time before I left for my Christmas week in New Jersey with my brother. I had more fun than I thought possible… I pay my admission. The cashier now knows me by name. We chat about the holiday for a moment before I head into the straight theatre. A white man is standing on the back wall, watching another slightly older white man, also standing against the wall, get sucked off. The sucker is a f-bud from here—we often exchange blow jobs. His dick is the same length and thickness as mine, but in ebony. I go sit by the wall and turn to watch the action as I take out my cock. The lone guy goes from kneading his bulge to unzipping. He turns from the scene at his side and looks right at me. Without hesitation, I get up and kneel in front of him. His cock is average, but the moment it touches my lips it is super hard. It is very wet with all his precum. The guy groans. He stands stock still and lets me suck. In just a few moments he groans again and gives me a mouthful of cum. Almost instantly the guy being sucked by my f-bud cums, too. I go back to my seat. The two spent men zip up and leave. My f-bud comes over, swings a chair around and sits next to me. “You have the magic touch, man. That guy has been here for hours and wouldn’t let anyone near him. Just watching and squeezing his dick through his pants. You walk in and bam!” I grin. We chat a little, but he needs to leave before we can do anything. I move to the cocksucker’s seat where he was sitting before. Almost instantly the Voyeur arrives. He strokes, standing by the wall, deciding if he wants some head from me. Eventually he does, but I can tell he is just starting his time here and is not about to drop a load. He goes out the door soon after, telling me he’ll look for when he’s ready. I stroke alone. But not for long. Two men come in. One comes right up to me, unzips and offers an uncut cock. He starts soft, but hardens up in my mouth, with each flick of my tongue. The other man sits in the row ahead of me. The uncut guy gives me a rather bitter load, quite soon after he has reached his full hardness. He is out the door, stuffing his wet cock into his Hanes. He has no interest in letting me clean him up. The man in front of me, now turns to look fully at me. It’s the road worker who I had sucked along with the Voyeur (see Tables Turned). He gets up and gives me this thick cock to suck. I take him deep into my mouth, by beard rubbing on his fragrant balls. Soon, I pull off his shaft and lick his balls. They are sweaty from a morning’s work. My cock drools as I tongue them. “Work my dick, I want you to swallow my load again.” It’s the first time he’s ever said anything to me. I do as he asks. In moments, I am treated to a thick, creamy load. He stands stock still and lets me clean him up. I get the final drip from his cock as he pats my shoulder and goes back to work on the Interstate—lunch break over. I stroke with the taste of the man in my mouth for a bit, before I take a big swig of water to cleanse the palette. I stroke. A guy comes in. “Hello, Sir…” using my given name, after the title. I look up. It’s Jack, the temporary construction worker who had been living in this area—and who became such a pig in my playroom. He had been transferred to a city too far to commute to see me. But he’s back now. And ravenous for dick. He kneels and takes my wet cock into his mouth. He groans around all the flesh in his throat, making it vibrate. He licks and sucks and even remembers my balls. He gives them as much time as he does the shaft of my cock. The door opens. A tall Mexican enters. He’s under 30, tall, lean and with a smaller dick. He likes my mouth (though he has never got off with me.) He unzips and gives me a cock to suck as I am treated to Jack’s expert tongue. Soon, I pull Jack’s head up so he can lick the balls of the guy I’m sucking. All three of us find this hot. Soon I push the cock, with my tongue, into Jack’s eager mouth. I go to the wet balls and lick those. The young guy is really getting into being serviced by two dads. He moans and tells us to switch again. We do. Often. Back and forth. “I don’t want to shoot yet,” says the Mexican as he pulls aways from us. Jack simply goes back to my dick as the young guy goes out the door. I let him suck for a bit. Finally, he looks up. “Nobody has fucked me the way you do. Will you?” I nod. Jack stands and gets out of his shoes and his pants, kicking the sneakers under the seat and letting the pants fall next to me. He bends, holding onto the back of the seat where the road worker had last sat. I go to my knees. My tongue runs up and down his ass crack, finally zeroing in on his hole. Jack groans. “Been too long,” he mumbles. I make some sort of affirmative sound, with my tongue deep in his ass. I spit and lick it out. Again and again. Jack is moaning now. I have lubed my dick during the rimming and stand up. I work his hole open with my cock head. I part his full ass lips and slip into him. Jack gasps and takes a hit of poppers. I inch forward. I pause until he relaxes. His hole flowers open and I sink all the way in. He squeezes down on me, by way of welcome. I hear him take a second hit and I begin to fuck in earnest. The door opens. The young Mexican returns. He stands to the side and watches. “Let him suck your cock,” I tell him. He shakes his head and continues to jerk to our fucking. I pull out and have Jack clean my dick. This actually shocks the Mexican—who leaves. I go back to Jack’s ass and rim him briefly. I want to fuck. And I want to breed. “You want my load?” Jack grunts out a “Fuck, yes.” He grabs his own thick cock and begins stroking it. I increase the speed of my thrusts. Jack is panting. “Give it to me!” I want to lick his ass one more time. But my cock has other ideas. It explodes at just the thought of a quick rim of Jack’s wet and hairy hole. I grab Jack’s hips and hold on as my cock empties out. “Oh, fuck…” Jack begins to shoot on the linoleum. I stay in place, his ass squeezing me with every shot. I slowly pull out. Jack spins and cleans my cock of every last drop. He pulls off me and all we can do is grin, totally lost in our own orgasmic bliss… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Cocks and a Surprise Ass December 29, 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 -
"It Looks Even Bigger in the Mirror"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2023 Jaylen sent me a text at the top of the month. (He was the college age young man I met in July at his apartment. He had never had a cock in his ass as large as mine..) In his text he told me he wanted to take me up on my offer to have sex in the playroom. Jaylen felt comfortable enough, after our first fuck, to be a little more adventurous. We settled on a day where he knew he’d be off from work. On that Monday afternoon, I got the water out and the towels under the equipment. I put fairly generic porn on the television. I didn’t need him put off by piss or fisting or gangbangs. As I hit play, the doorbell rang… He looks good. Nervous perhaps. His hand is constantly adjusting his long hair to keep it out of his face. Jaylen goes into the bathroom to double check his clean out and I use the time to strip. I am guessing he will be more comfortable in the playroom and stripping off with me there. We go down. His eyes get very large when he sees the set up. “Have you ever been in a sling before?” “Never.” He is shedding his clothes fast. His body is very white—no sun exposure at all this summer. His hair is just as long or longer than when we first met. He leaves on a blue jock. I am leaning against the fuck bench. My cock is hardening, thinking about what I want to do to him. “Come over here and suck my cock.” Jaylen obediently kneels on the padded floor in front of me. He swings his hair out of the way and takes me into his mouth. He slowly works down the shaft—but chokes on the last three inches. He pulls off me, takes a deep breath and does it again. I can see his cock getting hard in his jock pouch. Each time he chokes on me, the pouch gets a little wetter with his precum. I stand up, grab the sides of his head and do a shallow face fuck. He moans around my invading prick. I pause—and do it again, just before he has his breathing under control. I pull out. “That is so hot…” he murmurs. I tap his cheek with my wet cockhead. I don’t know if he’s ready for a cock slap. He ovals and I fuck his face again—slightly harder and, right at the end, slightly deeper. He still chokes—but less so. “You sat on me last time, to get me in you. Do you want to do that again? Or can I tease you open with my tongue?” He is all about trying my tongue. I suggest the sling as I think he will be more comfortable there than the bench. The sling is hung high, so my legs don’t need to bend too much and tire them as I fuck. Jaylen is tall enough to get his ass on the edge of the sling, but it’s a slight production to get him into it. I end up attaching a chain to the upper cross piece, giving him something to hold on to as he sits and rolls back onto the leather. I tell him to pull himself down so his ass hangs over the edge. He manages—and it puts his head right where it should be, fully supported. The moment I rest his legs in the stirrups, he breathes easier. I kneel. I pull his generous mounds of ass apart a little more. I lick up and down his crack. He sighs. I zero in on his hole. It takes some work—but soon he has relaxed his hole with the constant lapping of my tongue. I lube my cock up as I drill into him one last time. I stand up. I say something about the first time we met. My cockhead slips into him before he knows it. His eyes widen as he realizes that I actually have several inches already in him. I hold a moment. He relaxes and I glide home—my full pubes grinding against his ass. I fuck him—slowly, with long smooth strokes. I wait for him to tell me to fuck him harder. Eventually he does. I let myself go, rattling the chains on the sling. Jaylen takes it—panting and proud of himself. “I love the sling,” he groans out as I slow the fuck. I grin, pull out and surprise him by eating his juicy hole again. Jaylen has just realized there is a mirror above him. He can’t take his eyes off it—seeing himself be used first by my tongue and then by my dick. “It looks even bigger in the mirror.” I am back up him—fucking him hard. The sounds of his wet ass welcoming my cock fills the small room. I ask if he’d like to stretch his legs. He would. I help him out. I think he thinks I am taking him to the bench, but I turn him and bend him over, chest to the sling. He instinctively reaches up and grabs the D rings that hold the sling in place. He looks super-hot, bent over for cock. I tell him so. I grab his hips and push into his wet hole. He groans and looks up in front of him. There is mirror there too. He can’t see everything—but he can see my expression as I use his ass. “I feel like such a slut. Fuck me!” I eventually pull out. We move to the bench. He gets in place on it, his ass at the perfect height for me. This time I don’t eat him out. I just fuck him. And then I do the pig test—will he suck my cock right out of his hole? I bring it to his face. He doesn’t even hesitate. He takes as much of me as he can into his mouth. Moaning all the while. I go back and fuck him again. “Sling or bed?” I ask. “Sling, please. I love it.” He gets in much easier this time. I treat him to a lengthy rim session. He is groaning. He pulls his cock out of the jock pouch and strokes it to my tonguing. I try the eggheaded dildo. The head is just too big. But it makes him even more eager for my cock. I stand up and fuck. “I am getting close…” he moans. “If I cum…” “Go ahead.” “Are you close?” he pants. “I want you to breed me.” I assure him I am, though I am not as close as I’d like, but I can see his cock is going to explode no matter what I say. I fuck him harder. “Shoot your load, man. I want to put some of your cum inside you.” That does it. His ass spasms and he begins to fire out blast after blast of jizz. The tightening of his ass, actually makes me shoot that first involuntary shot of cum. Leaving me still hard and horny. His chest and stomach are awash with cum. I mop some up and coat my cock with it. “Your cum in your ass,” I bark out. I fuck it into him. Still imbedded in his hole, I am able to lean over and lick up a lot of the sticky mess. His breathing returns to normal, slowly. “Did you get off?” I nod, not totally lying as I shot that first round. I go to my knees and begin to lick out our mixed loads… The original post, with a link to Jaylen's first time, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "It Looks Even Bigger in the Mirror" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 30, 2023 -
Under the Suit & Tie
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—April, 2023 It’s the first Saturday in April. And I’m horned. I spent the day making a list of what I needed to pack for CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland. It is the next weekend—and is taking place much earlier in the month than ever before. I even dismantled the sling and got it into the duffle bag. And it left me with the slight ache in my balls. I needed sex. Now. I ate a quick lunch and spent the afternoon at the nearest bookstore… I park in the deserted lot. This is, historically, an active time at this store, but not today, it seems. Is this going to me an April Fool on myself? I go in and sit in the back row of the straight theatre. No one is here, but the porn is good and raunchy. I stroke. I hear movement in the gay theatre through the grate in wall that separates the two. I think about going over there—but just as I’m about to re-button my fly, I hear the door bang as someone leaves. In moments, the person is coming in this door. He is a tall Black man, in his late 30’s. I recognize from here. He loves to watch me play—but never touches anyone or vice versa. We nod to each other. He sits against the far wall—where he has a good view of me. He takes out his bigger than average dick. He seems to like the porn on the screen, too. He jerks rapidly. We are alone for quite some time. Finally, the door opens again. A tall white man, around my age, enters. He looks totally out of place here on a Saturday afternoon. He is dressed like he just stepped out of his law office—a suit and tie, with extremely well-polished shoes. He looks at me. He looks at the man in the chair. He decides to lean against the back wall, three feet away from me. We all watch the movie. I glance over—his suit pants are tented, without him touching himself. Two minutes later, he unzips. It is a gorgeous curved cock, girthy and veiny, pointing up to the ceiling. It is extremely hard. The man, his eyes on the screen, begins to stroke it. The girl on the screen takes two loads on her face. The stroker in the chair, grunts and strokes himself even faster. The guy next to me, stops his jerking. Is he that close, I wonder? The woman on the screen mops up her face and licks her fingers clean. The camera pans away, and the screen dissolves to black, making the theatre totally black as well. “Do you suck?” He sounds closer to me. And he is. The drooling head of his cock rubs my check. Well, fuck! I turn slighty, open my mouth and swallow him down. Damn, his cock is thick. Not long, but I really have to work at keeping my teeth off the flared head. The upward curve doesn’t help either, but he seems to love what I’m doing. Suddenly, we are in light again as the movie starts to replay from the top. I worry he’ll pull out of me, but he doesn’t. I hear the voyeur grunt his approval to the live porn happening in his view. I think the man in my mouth is going to shoot quite fast, but he doesn’t. He sighs, and lets me work on his dick at my own speed. Finally, he pulls out of my mouth and leans over. “You have a beauty. Can I do you?” This surprises me a little. I had him pegged as hetro-flexible, just needing somewhere warm and wet to get off. “Be my guest.” I spread my legs wider. “Maybe let me sit, so I don’t have to kneel.” Of course—his suit on this floor! I stand up and let him sit down. He opens wide and takes me to the root on the first go. Fuck!—and he’s good. He is making my cock drip like crazy. He pulls off me and deliberately licks up the juices from my piss slit. He moans and pulls my cock up so he can get to my balls. I groan. I love my balls licked—and here he was doing it without my prompting him. He makes sounds in the back of his throat, obviously enjoying their taste. Finally, he pulls off me and leans back against the wall, panting. I go to my knees and suck him again. I find it slightly easier to manage his curve this way. Again, I get him to what feels like imminent orgasm. His thick cock head, flaring even more. He stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Give me a minute.” He stands up, zips up and is gone before I can stand. I sit back down and stroke a little. Not very happy at the turn of events. The voyeur gets up and comes over. “What happened? I wanted to see him come in your mouth.” I shrug. The voyeur goes back to his chair. I stroke. Suit & Tie comes back in. He sits next to me on the two--seater bench. “I needed a minute.” I nod. “I really want you to fuck me.” “Really?” He nods. “Are you prepped for that?” “Always. And I want you raw.” “Then let’s fuck…” He stands up and begins to strip, folding his clothes and placing them where he had just sat down. Pants, shirt, silky boxers. He slips back into his loafers, and leans against the back of the bench in front of us, presenting a smooth ass to me. I slip to my knees and spread his butt cheeks apart. Here, he is delightfully hairy. My tongue finds his pucker. He groans—surprised, I think, it’s not a finger. He groans again, louder now, as I burrow into him. The voyeur stands up for a better view. I eat the man out—happily making his curved cock drip. I catch some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his hole. This makes him pant. “That feels so good,” he croons. I grunt, though it’s muffled by his butt cheeks. My cock is throbbing, I am ready to fuck. I stand up and work the head in. He takes me with little resistance. I inch into him. When I am halfway in, Suit & Tie pushes back on me. To the hilt. He pants. “You are biggest I’ve ever had.” I hold a long moment and then begin the fuck. He reaches back for his own cock. I let him stroke himself a little, then I knock his hand away—I’m not going to let him get off before I’m done. “Fuck me harder,” he groans. “Turn me inside out.” That’s all the encouragement I need. I begin a really hard driving fuck. My open palm slaps his ass—making it tighten ever more around my cock. He reaches back again. I let him jack. “Cum in me,” he begs. “I want your cum in me.” I am actually ready to breed this once well-dressed guy—the last man I would ever have taken for a bareback bottom. “Are you close?” he asks, breathing hard. “Yeah…” And I’m there. I howl out my orgasm. Suit & Tie grabs his dick and shoots right along with me, covering the floor and my boots. I stay in him a long minute afterwards. When I pull out, I kneel and felch a little of my cum, which is running out of him. I also clean his wilting cock. Finally, I let him stand and clean up before he gets dressed. I tell him about my playroom, hoping he might want a re-match. But he does not offer a number. With his tie back in place, he thanks me, then leans close and whispers. “I’m taking your load home to the Boyfriend. He loves fucking me full like this. Not knowing the who’s cum is in me…” I smile. Our lips brush and he’s gone… The voyeur steps closer and with a groan, shoots all over the floor. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Under the Suit & Tie (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2023 -
What do you usually do, would like to do or have done? Three options only but many options & fantasies. After you were seeded; you go right to bed & sleep. you jump on a toilet to unload because you usually need to. you sit on a guy's face & feed him some cum farts (with or without some extras) top's choices; what are your prefferences after having loaded a guy? Anything you like him to do or not do? Cum farts or just farts; did you know it's a fantasy many guys are into? As for every male smells & everytthing that comes out of a man's body. Ever thought of having your male goodies sexually worshipped while fucking & the other way around for bottoms? you might already be a hot expert, pervy pig & enjoy many more than just cum plays? Get nasty, dirty, smelly, brown or whatever & tell me about your dreams or do's
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"Can You Load Me?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—February, 2023 My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit. I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month… I am standing behind a very cute young man. He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all. He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home. He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me. He looks me in the face. No reaction. His eyes travel to my crotch. And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre. I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first. No one is there. At all. Why didn’t I just follow the college kid? I go into the gay cinema. I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out. There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men. One of the Black guys I recognize from here. He always looks like he’s come here from the law office. He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it. The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard. His cock is smaller, but still impressive. As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand. I open my pants and pull out my dick. The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up. Only then do I look around the rest of the room. The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too. I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public. He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too. I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth. He begins to suck me. The three guys behind the door pause to watch. The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet. Limits shows off his skills. He licks my shaft. He deep throats me. He goes for my balls. Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure. Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue. He groans and takes me down again. The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us. He wants more than a hand. I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door. I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load. Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us. I gesture for him to come join us. He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock. He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat. I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat. Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air. His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time. We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue. That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum. The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us. And suddenly he stops. Limits get up and leaves the room. Scraggly Beard goes after him. I am left alone with the movie. I sit down again and watch. In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in. He walks right up to me. “He says you fuck. Will you fuck me?” “With pleasure…” Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat. He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh. He comes back to me. “You’re big—so let me sit on you.” He turns, his ass right in front of me. I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin. I hear him uncap his lube bottle. I lean in and begin to lick his ass. He gasps. “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans. “Eat my ass out, man.” I do. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face. I never thought he’d want to get fucked. His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue. He grinds back into me. I begin to tongue fuck him. He groans again. Finally, he stands up straight. He fingers his very wet hole with his lube. He moves back to sit on me. I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over. I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are. He does. I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I push slightly. His ass eats me up. I just glide in. SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. Then: “Fuck me, stud!” I begin to pump into him. His hand wraps around his cock. He jerks in time to the fucking. “Like that?” “Love it, man. You can fuck me anytime…” I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap. His hole spasms around my cock. He grunts and strokes himself faster. “Can you load me?” “Maybe.” I am so fucking turned on. “I want to feel you shoot…” He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor. His ass spasms with each ejaculation. I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 24, 2023 -
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