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You Just Never Know...
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2023 September had been a very good month for my sex life. I had had all sorts of variety at the bookstore, the wet session with GaryM and other varied one on one sessions in my playroom. On the last day of the month, just a couple of days after the last trip, I hurried back to the bookstore for more… I park. A man gets out of the car next to me. He is young, Black and hot as fuck. His tall and lanky frame has disappeared into the store before I can get out of the car. He is nowhere to be seen as I pay my admission. I go into the straight theatre. He is the back row talking to a woman. I sit to the side and look again through the dim light. No, he’s talking to the Latino who’s lately taken to crossdressing—and he is in full regalia tonight: Wig, crop trop, cheerleader skirt. He hands the gorgeous guy something. The guy unzips. He pulls out a cock that is Keshawn’s size. He rolls the condom on it as the Latino bends, lubing his ass with a jar of something. Then he adds some more. The gorgeous guy inserts. Roughly. Making the Latino yelp. He fucks into him three times. And pulls out, taking the now full condom off his deflating dick. Three strokes—really. And nary a grunt as he shot. Both men leave. I move to the cocksucker’s seat (which they had stood in front of) and sit. I stroke, all by myself for a very long time. A man around my age comes in. He stands next to me. He is mid-height, white, and slightly scruffy looking. He pulls out a six incher with a pronounced upwards curve. He strokes as we both watch the video. And each other. “You suck?” “Sure.” “Would you suck me?” “Sure.” But he makes no move to give it to me. He just strokes. A little later: “You like dick in your mouth?” “Yes.” “You wanna suck my cock?” “If that’s what you want…” And once again he goes back to stroking. Still later: “Cocksucker?” “Seemingly not tonight, I’m not.” He turns and really looks at me. And shoves his cock in my mouth. It erupts. He instantly goes super sensitive and can’t be cleaned up by tongue. He wraps his cock in at least three tissues before stuffing it into a pair of once white undershorts, zips up and is gone. The Latino comes back, all feminine gear gone. He stands next to me. “That was quite a cock you took,” I say. “It hurt. Bad.” I guess it was good thing it was the shortest fuck I have ever witnessed. “But it made me horny,” he contines. He digs his uncut cock out of his fly. “You want?” I shrug and take him. He is horny. It’s another all but instant ejaculation. “Now I can get home,” he sighs. And does. I stroke. Wondering why I came back tonight. The Spitter arrives. He sits next to me. He sucks me for a good 15 minutes. I am treated to some good head and a veritable lake of spittle between my boots. While I was being sucked, a hot white man, new to me, leans against the wall and watches. He is totally bald, likely around 50 and in good shape. He pulls out a generous dick and strokes it. I nod to him, hoping I can suck it as The Spitter works on me. He comes closer. As The Spitter gets to his feet, the Bald man takes off. I stay and stroke my now very wet dick. Bald man returns. He strokes. I wonder if he will give in and let me suck it. We stroke. He inches over. And once again he flees, this time as the door opens for a straight regular. I stroke. Bald man is back. He is just as close. He turns away from me and pulls the waistband of his pants down, revealing the top of a beautiful hairy butt. Well, fuck! I can’t believe my luck. I stand up—and he is out the door. I do up my pants and think he’s in the preview booths for he wants privacy. Nope. I go into the gay cinema. Empty. I head to the restroom as it is at the door to the arcade, in case he went in there. I wait. But he’s gone. I sigh. I give up and go home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: You Just Never Know... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 20, 2023 -
Near Home—August, 2023 My furry fuck bud (and fellow scent pig) Zane had invited me to Chicago for a massive house party. I was excited and ready for one. But it was at the end of the week. By Tuesday, just thinking about going, was driving me up the wall. I knew I needed to empty my balls. I ate an early lunch and went to see what trouble I could find at the bookstore nearest me… I start, as usual in the straight theatre. There is a man a little older than me sitting about halfway down. I sit even with him, along the other side wall. He is looking only at the screen. Every time the door opens or a chair scrapes, the things that naturally make men turn to look, you can see him fight against it and concentrate harder on the sex happening on the big screen television. He is masturbating. His hand is inside his fly. As I occasionally check him out, I see his dick head emerge from the top of his fist. Even in this dim light, it looks angry and red. And thick. I try to get his attention, but he will not look in my direction or at my very exposed cock. I stroke to the better than average porn. Through the grate in the common wall, I hear the door to the gay cinema opening and closing. A lot. No one else is in here, so I button up and go over. I can see why the crowd is here. A man I have never seen before, around 50, white, and very good looking in that old Hollywood way is sitting along the side wall. He is kneading a nice sized bulge in his pants. I recognize the six other men in the room. I may have actually had sex, one way or another, with all of them. I sit in the cocksucker’s chair, which is, surprisingly, open. I nod to the man who I have fucked countless times. He is sitting in the corner, stripped and jerking his soft cock to the porn and to the new guy. A guy standing behind the new guy is a man who has sucked me on numerous occasions. Oh, and the man seated next to the guy who I usually fuck has been on my dick a lot. There is a younger guy in front of the new guy, who let’s me blow him when no one is looking. All these men have their dicks out. And not one of them is hard. I am the only hard cock in the place. And none of the cocksuckers seem to want to show off their skills in front of the new man. I would think of it as an audition for him—to turn him on, to get the ball rolling. No, they sit and they flog their soft cocks. Eventually, out of boredom, the guy I usually fuck stands up and gives me his soft cock to suck. I work tirelessly to get him to harden. I grease up a finger and slide up his ass, hoping that will do the trick. It doesn’t get him hard—but it gets him off. He is as surprised as I am. Ok, first off—with the now incredibly low price of generic erectile dysfunction drugs, I do not understand men not finding one that works for them. If you are coming to the playroom to get fucked, I don’t care if you are hard or not. But in a situation like the bookstore, when you are asking for head, you seem to want to be hard. It must be important to you—so fix it. I use a generic Viagra for group sex—and it costs me less than a dollar. I am sure a number of the men there thought that ‘my dick will get hard this time’ and the disappointment must be far worse than taking the bull by the horns and finding one of the many options to help. And if you aren’t taking it, because poppers are more important to you than your dick, that’s another whole problem…All right, I’m done. Also surprisingly, the Man I Usually Fuck, went down on me after he shot. He licked and sucked. The man who often sucks me standing behind the new guy, offered me his limp cock to suck. It never got hard either. Nor did he shoot. He actually looked embarrassed by it and left. And the new guy never showed his cock to the disappointment of everyone. * I go back to the straight side. The guy is still there. Jerking like crazy, just showing his cock head above his big hand. I sit opposite him again and haul out my cock. He never glances at me. Not once. No slight head turn for a quick look. No nod meaning, ‘I’m interested.’ Nothing. I debate what to do. I’d be happy to suck this guy, but does he want it? Everything says ‘no’ to me. OK—and another thing. If we are watching straight porn, I can’t be a mind reader. In the gay theatre, I would have just asked this guy by now. I don’t really do that over on the straight side. I never want straight men to feel ‘hounded by the gays’ as I heard one guy express it, years ago. There are plenty of straight men who do want a willing mouth, and they know how to communicate. But you have to engage with me, one way or another. That nod, a look, or heaven help us, say what you want… I suddenly stand up. I am going against my own better instincts. “Do you want help with that?” He does not look at me. He looks rigidly at the screen. His hand quickens on his dick. I step towards him, my hard cock swaying. Something about his refusing to answer suggests he does want some help. I go for it, wondering if I’ll be screamed at or punched. I kneel in front of him. Finally, he does something that says ‘yes’—he takes his hand off his big angry dick. My mouth covers his cock head as he erupts into my mouth. It’s a huge load. He leans back in his chair, looking like he’s had a heart attack. I linger long enough to make sure he hasn’t and take off. Never once did he actually look right at me. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Two Rants Disguised as a Trip to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 2. 2023
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From One Extreme to the Other
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—July, 2023 I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week… I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall. The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week. He grins. He wants more. He unzips and I go to work. He is rampant. I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle. I do it. But now his cock is softer. He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute. He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse. He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can… I sit back down and stroke. A few men come in, look around and leave. A very large Black man, new to me, stays. He sits next to me. He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight. His eyes are all over my cock. And soon his hand is on it, too. I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week. I glance over. This guy is hungry, I can tell. I look away, then: “I want to suck you.” I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him. He grins… And pulls out a condom. He rolls it down my cock. It is black latex and thick. He begins the suck. I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. I close my eyes. “Are you close?” My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.” He sucks some more. “I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready. Spray it all over my beard.” I have had enough. My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started. I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre. A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair. He is short and rather beefy. I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall. We watch the movie. Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me. “I know what you need.” Like a good cock sucking, I think. He reaches and begins to stroke my dick. It’s a pleasant warm-up. No, that is all he’s going to do. He jerks my cock. As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens. He works harder. Now he is squeezing and it hurts. I tell him so. Nicely, I think. He says nothing but I can tell he is offended. He goes off to the arcade. I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip. The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in. He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me. His very soft hands feel much better on my cock. Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft. He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me. I help him down. And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses. Over and over. And that is it. Little licks. “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone. “I am.” He continues. “Try putting the head in your mouth.” He sighs. He does it and not too well. Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth. He goes back to what he seemingly does best. I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough. I thank him and go back to the straight side. Fuming. The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before. I should know better. And then that right person walks in. He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40. He is tall, and slim. His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front. He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly. His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat. Finally, he comes up for air. Grinning broadly. He stands up. A thick, curved cock swings back and forth. I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us. His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack. “Eat my butt out…” I don’t wait for a second invitation. He’s tight. My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. “I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole. The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked. I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole. He groans and encourages me. I alternate between finger and tongue. Eventually, we try my cock. It fits perfectly. “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles. And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth. I fuck. I love seeing him with two dicks in him. It makes my cock drip inside. I keep up a steady pace. “Breed me,” he grunts out. It won’t take much more time. After all the frustration, this is perfect. “Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth. He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him. A few more strokes—and I shoot. All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From One Extreme to the Other (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 23, 2023 -
"Do You Think I Can Take It?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—June, 2023 A Sunday afternoon at the bookstore towards the end of June… It’s a bright afternoon. And hot. I can’t wait to get out of my hot car and into the cool building. I lock up, pay my admission and go sit in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video room. My sex life in the last few weeks has been mostly fucking, so I am certainly ready to suck some dick. There is only one man in here. He is way off to the side. He is watching the sex on the screen quite avidly—but does not pay any attention to the fact that there is now someone else in the room. I stroke. The video is fairly hot. I like to see all three holes in play if I’m watching straight sex. It’s happening here. And sometimes with two men filling two at the same time. The door opens. A man around my age comes in. He’s a regular—and loves to suck me. I let him have his way with my cock. He’s good—but I have never even been close to orgasm with his mouth on me. I think of him as a great warm-up sucker. And he proves me right. He sucks my dick and licks my balls (when I remind him) until his knees give out. I stroke. The other man in the room leaves, having shot discreetly into a piece of paper towel he produced from inside his underwear. A thickly built, white man enters. He is my age, too. He sports a long dark blond beard with closely cropped hair on top. He has a rather weathered face that makes me think he works outside. He chooses to sit right next to me on my two-seater. He kneads his jeans with a big hand. His thick fingers squeeze his covered erection as the action on the screen heats up. A light skinned Black man enters. I haven’t seen him in ages. (He is not the man who, in recent posts, I talk having the same size/shape cock as mine, in just a darker hue. It has been so long since I’ve seen this guy, he may not even have a blog entry.) He is, perhaps, just turning 50 and is in great shape. He pulls me up and gives me a hug. “It’s been forever…” I agree with him. “I finally got fucked by a guy with a thin cock…” I remember that when we first met, he wanted my cock but knew he couldn’t take me as he was an anal virgin. He would rub my shaft up and down his ass crack, each time we happened to meet. “Do you think I can take it?” “One way to find out. Get me good and wet.” He goes to his knees. I had forgotten how good his mouth skills are. He sucks and licks and leaves copious amounts of his spit all over my head and shaft. “Eat me out—like you used to…” He drops his shorts around his ankles. I suddenly remember the old set up here, back when there were actual folding theatre seats in what became the gay cinema. He would bend over down front, leaning on the seats and I would lick his hole and ass crack. And then my cock would be sliding up and down between his furry cheeks. He bends and I begin lick his butt. I have no idea, now, if it is looser than it was. It still feels like a very tight pucker. I lick and spit and lube my dick—for I am going to need way more than spit to get inside him. The man with the full beard opens his fly and strokes to the sex happening next to him. “Lick me some more…Please.” I keep drilling with my tongue. He is stroking his rather, short but thick dick. Finally, I stand up. For a minute or two I slide up and down his crack, like the old days. But now my cock head targets his pucker. I push. It slowly seems to open. He groans. “Go slow.” I can’t go any slower—or I won’t be entering him at all. I back up and try again. It feels like half my cock head is in him. He groans like I am full embedded in his ass. I rock into him and back. I am not going any deeper. I re-lube. This time, I get maybe another quarter inch into him. “I feel so full,” he groans beneath me. And suddenly, it’s all over. He spurts onto the floor under him. He cleans up, proud that he ‘took’ me. I don’t say anything. He leaves—very happy. “That was hot,” says my seat mate. His hand reaches out and strokes my cock. I tell him how little got into the guy. The door opens. The man who sucked me earlier returns. This time he sucks the man with the beard, while I am slowly jacked by those hands with the thick fingers. As usual, in about 7 minutes, the sucker’s knees tire. He excuses himself. “I’ve wanted to do this for the last hour…” The man with the beard leans over and takes me deep into his mouth. His beard feels fabulous on my balls. He has one of those tongues that never stops moving. Usually, side by side sucks can be a rotten angle for my cock, but not with him. He is making me feel very good. He groans with all my dick deep inside his throat. He comes up for air and begins to deep throat me each time. I surprise myself with the words: “You want my load?” He grunts out an affirmative—and I give it to him. Five big blasts and he swallows it all… I am panting. He comes up for air. “Would you fuck me sometime?” he asks. “If you clean my dick up…” He smirks and licks me clean. Phone numbers are exchanged and I go home sated… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Do You Think I Can Take It?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 19, 2023-
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Near Home—February, 2023 Here is another combined bookstore post, both taking place at the one nearest home. The first was on a Sunday afternoon, a traditionally good time at this place. But I, somehow missing it was Super Bowl Sunday, was pretty much alone in the place. At least there was an entertaining wife swapping video for me to watch. A good looking guy in his 40’s came in soon after it started. I was seated in the back row. He stood next to me, leaning against the wall. But he didn’t want his cock sucked. He didn’t grope himself. He just split his time between watching me stroke and watching the foursome on the big screen television. Two scenes into the video, he asked politely if he could sit next to me. He now watched me from a different angle. Forty-five minutes after he arrived, he finally reached out a tentative hand to touch my dick. Before he made contact, he pulled back. “May I touch you?” I nodded. He wrapped his fist around me, muttering something about how thick I felt. He jerked me for the entire next scene of the video. As the last scene started, he leaned over from where he was sitting and went down on me. I dreaded it—thinking he’d be awful. I was pleased he was not all teeth. Nary a nick. He didn’t stand a chance, with his limited technique, in getting me off, but it was pleasant. He stopped as the final orgasms happened in the movie. I don’t know, but it’s possible, from the way he left, he had just shot in his underwear… The second time I went was on the following Wednesday afternoon. I had yet another no-show for a session in the playroom. I had been totally ghosted this time—down to the man blocking me on Recon. I was horny, so I went, not thinking I’d find much to do… I am sitting on the straight side. A handful of men are sprinkled around the room watching. No action. The movie is average at best. The room feels darker than usual. Maybe it’s because the video is fairly dark (well, for porn.) I feel movement behind me—right at my shoulder. It’s half of the gay couple who come here to watch each other suck guys off. He moves around, kneels between my spread legs, lift his cloth mask and sucks me. He’s good. And it’s a great warm up. He only stops when his knees wear out. As he stands up, I feel a man at my shoulder again. I turn. It’s a thin Black man I have never seen before. His thin, rather stubby, cock is out and dripping in his fist. He pushes it into my mouth. Within ten seconds of his thrusting into me, I get his nut. He acts like I just gave him the best blowjob ever. He thanks me by squeezing my shoulder and takes off. There is not a murmur from anyone else in the room. In fact, the four men left in here are trying hard not to look in my direction. I push my hard-on into my pants and head for the gay side. There are four men in here, too. The moment I sit, a larger white guy, who often does me, surprises me and asks if I want his load. I take it, in as short a time as I had the last guy. This opens the flood gates for a mini-orgy. A tall Black guy unzips, and before I can even uncap my water bottle, is offering me his bigger than average cock. I take him. As he sighs out his pleasure, my hand is knock away from my own cock and someone swallows me down. I have to really concentrate on the cock in my mouth; he’s thick enough I have to be careful of my teeth. I must be doing something right, though, for the guy is pre-cumming like the proverbial faucet. I glance down to see who is sucking me—a white bear has my dick in his mouth, but my balls are now being licked by mask guy. who sucked me earlier. As this registers, the two suckers shift, so mask guy is deep throating me and the bear is lapping on my hairy balls. “You swallow, right?” As if he didn’t know—he just watched me do it—but I grunt something affirmative sounding. He begins fucking my mouth. “Take it,” he grunts. It’s a big load. I swallow and clean his cock. He stands stock still and let’s me lick off every drop on his wilting dick. He leaves. The bear who’s been on my balls stands up and gives me his dick. I suck him, but he goes semi soft fairly fast. He goes back to what he actually prefers—sucking me. Mask guy welcomes him back down there. The door opens. It’s Flared Head, from my last bookstore write up. He grins, seeing me being serviced by two men. He unzips and sticks that thick black cock, with the huge flared head, into my mouth. “Suck me like you did before,” he moans. I do my best. Suddenly Flared Head pulls out of my mouth. He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants to his ankles. “Lick my balls,” he commands. They are wonderfully fragrant as I take them into my mouth. The door opens. A white man I recognize as a jerker walks in. We are everything he hopes to find here. Two white men on my cock and balls and a big Black cock in my mouth. He unzips and jerks his regulation cock to all our action. Flared Head pulls out of my mouth again and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Come to the booth, I want to fuck you.” I shake my head. He sighs—and sticks his cock back in my mouth. The jerker groans and shoots all over the floor. Flared Head fucks my mouth. Suddenly, I can’t control my own orgasm anymore. I give the bear on the floor my load. Blast after blast. Flared Head pulls out of my mouth, pulls up his pants and goes out to look for an actual bottom. I look down at the Bear and Masked Guy. The Bear, who got the load shot in his mouth, is letting Masked Guy clean my dick so he can get some jizz, too… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: You Never Know: Two Trips to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 20, 2023
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One of my vague New Year’s resolutions, was to get more new men from my area to the playroom. It has not gone well. I have had a couple (and we have had fun), but I have had far more cancellations than men following through. This is not really a surprise but, when they do cancel, especially without any kind of word to me beforehand, it sends me to the bookstore more often. Which, of course, means I can strike out there more times, too. Here are three visits to two different establishments. Two misses and a hit. I might have chosen to not write up the first two at all, but I have always told you the truth, so here they are… Near Home—January, 2023 It’s Sunday afternoon, the last Sunday of the month and a man, gung-ho online, has not shown up. No word at all. I give him half an hour before I go off to the bookstore closest to me. The parking lot is almost empty—which surprises me—Sunday afternoon is often a good time here. I go in anyway, it only takes one man, after all. I sit alone in the straight theatre. I hear the scuffling of feet next door. I decide to go see who is there. It is a larger Black man—the guy who loves to fuck my face—choking me with his last half inch. He smiles. I suck. I choke. He may even have cum, but he is so deep in my throat I can’t tell. I have enjoyed him before. Today he’s just in a hurry. No sense of connection. He leaves. One other man comes in during my time there. He gives me toothy head until I ask him to stop. I go home... Jackson—February, 2023 It’s the first day of the new month. I had learned late the night before that a new playmate was down with the flu. He found time and enough energy to send me a text 18 hours before he was due here. You know, how we’re supposed to do cancel. I will see him another time I’m sure… I go off to the bookstore with the new set up. It’s mid-week, at noon. More cars are here, but not men who want to engage. One man blows me until I’m really wet and sits on my cock. I stop him as I feel something is odd. He is bleeding as he pulls off me. Not a little, but a lot. We clean up—and I head home. Near Home—February, 2023 I decide to try Sunday afternoon again at the bookstore closest to me. What a difference a week makes… A man I have known for years is sucking my cock. I am sitting against the back wall on the straight video side, in the cocksucker’s seat. The man, a good fifteen years younger than me, is on the floor squirming between my legs as he sucks, and occasionally jacks, my cock. Other men sit around and watch the video, casting an occasional glance back at us. My sucker comes up for air. “Man, I would like to get you off.” “I just got here, there’s no way—but it feels great.” “I have never seen you shoot…” “You always cum before I am even close,” I remind him in a low whisper. He nods and goes back to work, deliberately taking his left hand off his own cock. More people arrive. Three guys lean against the back wall and watch me being serviced, but no one pulls out their dick. A fourth guy, young and thin with a mass of curly hair that covers his face, is standing by the door. He swivels his head from watching the video to watching me. My cocksucker takes another break and sees the curly haired guy. “You should let him suck your dick. Shall I ask him?” I shrug. He gets up and goes over to talk to the young guy. From his body language, I can tell he knows him—at least from here. He points to me and the guy with the curls nods. He is led over and kneels, taking up dick duty as the original sucker sits next to me and jacks himself. “Suck him good,” the first guy hisses at the young man. And he is. He’s great. Much better than the fairly good head I was getting before. I sigh and spread my legs wider. The door opens. A younger Black guy comes in. I don’t think I’ve seen him before. His eyes light up when he sees sex happening. He comes over and leans on the back wall, pushing in so he is right next to me. His cock comes out. Hard. He is around my size, with an even bigger flared cockhead. He jerks, watching the guy with curls bop up and down on me. I turn towards the new arrival. He sticks his cock in my mouth. You can feel the ‘heat’ of the room go up a notch. Guys around us begin to grope themselves. A guy behind the kid in my mouth, goes down on his knees to suck someone on the back wall. Flared Head groans as my tongue finds his big piss slit. This makes my new cock sucker look up and I see his face for the first time. It’s the guy who used to make me go into the cubicles for sex—and I used to push his limits by making him suck me or get his ass eaten for all to see. His hair was so much shorter back then. Well, well… I go back to sucking—and so does he. The next time Limits comes up for air, I push him onto the cock I have been sucking. He takes the new cock willingly into his mouth as I scootch down in the chair to lick Flared Head’s balls. My cock drools as I take in the slightly acrid aroma of his nuts. Limits pulls off the cock and nudges me to take back over. He does me for a bit as I go back to sucking, then he comes back up so both our mouths are on the large cock. We do the one-on- each-side-of-the-cock-slide move, then the you-suck-cock-and-I’ll-lick-balls swap. Back and forth we go. Now it’s one of us on his cock and the other on his balls. Licking, sucking, swabbing tongues trading places… At this point, my original sucker gets off. He lets his cum fly all over the floor. We also decide to go over to the gay side (perhaps to avoid the jizz puddle). The moment the door closes, we do the same sort of cock sharing there in the back corner. Eventually we go find a chair. Flared Head sits and Limits gets on all fours to suck him. I pull Limits pants down and begin rimming his ass. He has a fair amount of dark hair in his crack and I begin matting it with my tongue. He squirms—it makes him suck harder on the dick in front of him. I have not eaten this ass since Covid, so I love getting reacquainted with it. I have the hole beginning to gape just a little after ten minutes of slurping and probing. “Suck his cock now,” commands Flared Head. He gets up and I sit in the chair. I wonder if Flared Head will take my place, but he stands against the wall, jerking, as he watches Limits start with tonguing my balls as I jerk my dick. Soon I am deep inside his mouth. I am willing to suck Flared Head again, but he shakes his head—he just wants to watch. He does eventually move away, standing behind Limits bare ass. He strokes harder as he really takes in how matted I left the hair. I can tell he wants to fuck… He kneels where I was, between Limits legs, so he can get a closer look at his wet hole. His hand touches Limits ass, making him squirm. Limits stops a probing finger from Flared Head. He’s oral only today. Damn. Flared Head stands up. He gestures for me to join him. We stand side by side. I work Flared Head’s nipples as Limits sucks first one, then the other of us—back and forth, in a good rhythm, so we are barely jerking ourselves for very long. “Cum on my dick for him.” I jerk, as Limits licks my balls. He goes back to the other dick. I concentrate on how hot the ebony flesh looks in his mouth. Bingo. I am close. I grunt. Limits instantly goes back to my balls and tongues them. “Suck his cock,” I bark. He does. “Fuck!” I shoot. It’s a big load after all the stimulation today (and bad sex the rest of the week.) My cum covers Flared Head’s cock shaft. I direct the final spurt onto Limits’ tongue, paused on Flared Head’s big flared head. FH grabs the back of our cock sucker’s head and pulls him onto the gooey mess. There is no resistance. I watch my load be swallowed. He cleans every drop of me off the big cock… The original post is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/try-and-try-again-three-trips-to.html March 8, 2023
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A Night of Wigs and Walkers
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—January, 2023 After the marathon fucking event of New Year’s Eve I was left sated. The day after the filling of James, I was hard as a rock the next morning. It was time to head back to the bookstore. I waited until after dinner. I wanted to prowl the two theatres and see what trouble I could get into on a Saturday night. Who knew what I might find…? I buy my ticket. I always seem to check the straight theatre first. Not tonight. I have seen the back of a man going into the gay side and I want to know more. The door closes behind me with a slight clunk. It’s always darker over here than in the straight side. The cocksucker’s chair is open, so I sit there. There is one older white man close to the screen. He looks like he may be asleep. There is no one else sitting down. The hot assed Black man I saw come in must be behind me, in the corner. The moment I think that, I hear his zipper unzip. I take out my hardening cock. I hear the sound of a popper bottle opening in the corner. Then he’s quiet for a long time. I stroke. He’s young enough I need to let him come to me if he’s interested. I stroke. I hear him move. I don’t turn. He’s right at my shoulder. “I want you to suck me again.” His bigger than average cock is hard and shiny. And inches from my face. Now that I can see him from the front, I remember I have sucked his dick in the past. He is tall and thin, somewhere in his middle 30’s. His skin tone is a very dark brown—and his dick even darker. He waves it at me. I smile—and open my mouth. He’s dripping. He has smeared his precum all over his cock. I lick it off his extremely hard dick, mixing it with my saliva. I take him to the root several time. He has just a slight downward curve that makes for an easy deep throat. Now I want his balls--big and hairy and fragrant after a long day. He sighs as I lick them. He holds me in place with one hand and jerks his slick dick with the other. “I’m gonna shoot. Take it!” I make it back to his cock head in time to take that big load that only the young really shoot. I hold onto his balls as I lick him clean. The moment I let go, he stuffs himself away. He squeezes me on the shoulder and is gone. The old guy is still sleeping… * There is next to no one here for a Saturday night. The store closes earlier now. Before Covid it was 1:00 am on the weekend. It changed to 11:00pm when it re-opened. And now it’s 10:00pm. I wait for a while after the guy leaves. When I hear through the wall the door bang, I go investigate. It’s an older man, who is just sitting down. He has a walker with a seat—so he uses it instead of any of the chairs. I sit, off to the side, halfway towards the big screen television. Almost instantly another older man comes in. He sits along the back wall neat the walker. We watch. I stroke and they knead their own crotches. I feel more than hear someone behind me. The guy in his walker is there. He has rolled up in stealth mode. He is leaning forward, straining to see my meat. I turn slightly so he can. He scoots a little closer, bends and takes me in his mouth. I am not expecting this--but I go with it--for he’s really good. The sex now happening in the room makes the guy in the back row unzip and jerk. I stand up to give my cocksucker a better angle. He loves this. He takes me to the root over and over, his excess spittle drooling all over my balls. “Lick that up,” I tell him. He does. Happily. And goes back down on me. The door bangs open. It’s the Latin guy who fucks only with a condom. But tonight, he is in semi-drag—something I have never seen on him. He has a bad wig on his head. His shirt is open and tied at the midriff. A lacy bra is on his hairy chest. Jeans and running shoes complete the outfit. “I bring a Magnum just for you!” he trills as he comes even with me and my sucker. He takes off his shoes and the jeans. He lubes his ass, bent over a chair for support. He is just assuming his ass is irresistible… “Go on,” says the guy in the walker, “let me see you fuck him.” I suit up. I slide into his ass easily. I wonder if he’s taken some cock in the arcade for there is no one else in the theatres. He moans and begins jerking his dick. The guy in the walker is watching us, groping his cock through his pants. I grab the hips of the Latin. I pull him up, off the chair. I turn him and push him. He grabs the knees of the guy in the walker and buries his head in the guy’s lap. The walker guy strokes his back and coos to him to “take the dick.” This makes the Latin beat his cock that much faster. I plow his ass. Not feeling much through the latex. “You are a naughty boy, getting fucked in public like this,” Walker tells him, his wrinkled hands kneading the shoulders of the Latin. “That big dick is going to make you cum, isn’t it?” “Yes…” he mumbles. And he shoots. A massive load on the floor. I pull out. And thank him. His wig is eschew now, and it makes the whole scene look like it was shot by Fellini… * I go next door. The only man there is a regular who would rather talk than suck cock. He licks his lips at me, but would rather talk. He does just that, until the guy at the front desk hammers on the door and announces it’s closing time… You know I tell the truth here. I couldn't make this night up... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Night of Wigs and Walkers (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 20, 2023 -
Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Indianapolis—November, 2021 I went from staying the night with Keshawn, after the basement sex party, right to a short work gig in western Indiana. I had one day off in my time there. I spent it coming back to Indy and going to the bathhouse. The naked man emerges from the swirl of steam. He sits next to me—a hot, hairy daddy dripping from the heat. My cock erects the rest of the way. He looks down at it and his muscular arm and massive hand takes hold of it. He jerks me three times, stands up and simpers, “Nice dick” as he leaves. I wait. Another cycle of steam. The scene is repeated—this time with a man with a regular dad bod. He sits. His hand circles my dick and jerks it half a dozen times. I reach for his, but he blocks me, stands up and says “Hot.” And disappears. I hear the door swoosh shut. I wait. I’m not sure I can take a third steam cycle. I hear the door. A short older man, clutching his towel around him, sits across from me. The steam starts and we can no longer see each other. “That looks like a very nice dick. May I suck it?” I grunt affirmatively, stopping myself from saying ‘Finally.’ He emerges from the mist in front of me. His hand finds the slippery wall to help him get to his knees. He is slightly out of breath from the effort. He takes me in his mouth. I sigh. He’s good. No, his tongue is so busy my mental grading of him goes up a few points. But he stops, thanking me profusely. I need to help him to his feet and he totters off. I go dry off in the sauna. A different hairy daddy type is here. I sit near him, but not next to him. He waits for me to get settled and then slides over. His hand grips my growing dick. He jerks me. Hard and tight. Painfully. I ask him to ease up the grip. He leaves instead. I towel down and go exploring all three floors. It is just after lunch. But there is no lunch crowd on this day. In the TV room the older man finds me again. He sweetly asks if he could have some more of my dick. “Sure.” I give him a steadying hand down. The floor here is padded, good for our older knees. He sucks me with vigor. And with all his years of experience. I tell him he is making me feel good. For some reason this makes him stop. He thanks me again and totters off. The movie is decent. I lube up and jerk. No one comes in. Occasionally I hear the door to the stairway open and close. Where are those men? I decide on a tour, tossing my towel on my shoulder and letting my cock swing free. The sling room is empty. As is the room with the fuck bench. In the smaller TV room is the older man sucking the hottest man I’ve seen today. He is perhaps 30, originally from somewhere in the Middle East. His chest, arms and legs are covered in shiny black hair. His cheeks have a five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon. The hair on his head is cropped close. His features are chiseled and sharp. I stop dead—not wanting to intrude. The old man turns and waves me in. “He likes guys to watch him get sucked.” I toss my towel on the couch and sit next to the stud. His eyes have been closed, enjoying the man’s mouth. As I sit, he turns to look at me. He nods curtly and lets his head loll back on the couch. I stroke. The old man finds my toes and gives them a pat with his super soft hands. I watch him work on the stud’s cock—though I can get no suggestion of its size. I stroke idly. The Stud is just that…and fucking hot. When I next glance at the guy’s face I find him looking at me. The Old Man notices too. He stops sucking and asks “Don’t you like to suck dick, too? Do you want his?” I am about to say something about not wanting to intrude—I don’t want the Stud to leave. But the Stud nods to the Old Man. And looks questioningly at me. I shut up and turn my body slightly so he can just bend for it on the couch—while still getting head at the same time. It’s not a great angle—and he’s not a great sucker. But he is enthusiastic. I don’t really mind the occasional teeth scrape. It’s so hot getting blown by the last man I thought would do it. The Old Man occasionally stops to vocally encourage him. I finally see the Stud’s dick. He’s average at best—emerging from a forest of pubic hair. The Stud goes down in a deep throat move. He takes about three quarters of me. His head pops off me—and he explodes in the Old Man’s mouth. I reach out and try to find a nipple to twist in all that chest hair. The Stud just grabs my hand and hangs on as his body contorts with ecstasy. He moans as the Old Man takes it all. When he finally lets the cock drop from his mouth, I see one last pearl forming in the piss slit. My finger wipes it off and brings it up to my mouth—making sure the Stud sees me lick it clean. He’s now all business. The towel wraps around his trim waist. He nod to me and then to the Old Man and heads down the stairs to the showers. The Old Man uses the couch to stand up. “Well that was fun. I hope you didn’t mind me volunteering your cock for him.” I assure him I didn’t mind at all as he goes off to the showers himself. * There is a slight second wave right around 3pm. I am in the small porn area. I see a hot daddy with a younger man in tow. “Where do you want it,” he asks the kid. “The sling.” My ears perk up. I wait a bit. I want them to get started before I happen to walk by. I hear the weight of a body get in the sling, the chains rattling. I hear a hand smack an ass. I wait. I finally get up and walk by. The older guy is in the sling. The young man is bent over, trying to suck his cock—with a condom on it. It is not even close to hard. I walk around the whole floor. When I get back to the sling room, they have switched places. The kid is rock hard lying in the sling. The Daddy rolls a condom on the kid and begins to suck him. The cock goes down…but the Daddy is determined mouthing the bagged dick. “That is so hot!” says a strapping Black daddy behind me. He is taller than me. His once gym built body is just slightly soft. I grunt noncommittally. His hand finds my cock and jerks it. I go to my knees. “Not in your mouth,” he whispers. He strokes, watching the lame blow job in the sling. But it works for him. He fires a load all over my face and beard. The original of this rather disappointing trip is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 23, 2022 -
Here are two short entries. Neither rate the total “Bad Sex” label that some posts have earned, but “Odd” will suffice. Both happened during my stay in Indiana. It’s good to remember that every hookup is not “A trip to the moon on gossamer wings….” Indianapolis—July, 2021 After my fun oral bookstore outing I was stoked, on my next day off, to head to the local bathhouse. I strip off at my locker. As always here, I start in the steam room—it’s a great way to unwind after my hour long drive to get here. As I go in, I meet half a dozen sweaty men exiting the swirling steam. Two men are left as I round the corner and sit. Instantly a white guy in his 40’s is sucking me. And he’s terrible. I often endure teeth occasionally, but this is constant. I rarely ask a man to stop—but I have to do it. I think I ask nicely, but he goes off in huff. A much older white man takes his place. The head is good. What it should be. “Let me jerk you off…” Without waiting for any kind of response, he dumps a vast amount of lube on me. Enough liquid to pool in my pubes. His stroke is too hard and way too tight. I ask him to ease up a little. Instead he follows the other man out the door. And I am alone. I shower. And scrub. * I give some head in the dark room. And get three loads. Things are improving. Lube Guy finds me in the TV room. “Will you fuck me?” “Sure, if I can use a lot less lube.” I do. A man comes in to watch. The guy I’m fucking coats the floor with his jizz. I sit back down. The guy who watched us gets up. “Suck my cock, you whore.” I do—but soon he is aggressive. Truly hurting me, aggressive. I tell him to back off. He does. I think of leaving, but he asks again. Much more nicely. This time he holds my head and does all the work. I am about to indicate I am having trouble breathing as he shoots. * No one is left…until a very large Latino arrives. “Fuck me,” he pleads. He hands me a regular condom. I try to say no. He insists. I lube my dick with my own lube and stretch it over me. He is lubing his ass. With baby oil. I tell him it will destroy the latex. He doesn’t understand—or pretends not to. He grabs my dick, slathers oil on it and maneuvers it into his ass. We fuck. The condom is in tatters as I pull out. There is no way I could have cum—even when I felt the constriction around my penis dissolve. The Latino sits and jerks his small cock and shoots. At least he enjoyed it. And maybe planned it… I am alone. And I give up. Western Indiana—July, 2021 We’d talked on Asspig. He wanted to host at a motel in the only town of some size before Indianapolis. I liked his picture. We seemed to be a match. He asked if I would mind others coming. I said I was fine with that. On the day, off I went… I get there. The picture he has used on AP is many years old. But not enough to make me leave. I mean, I like men of all ages. Skill over beauty in my book. He is dressed in a leather harness and a choker of pearls. I am nonplussed, but not put off. He has the spreads pulled down on the beds, with play pads on them. CNN is on, (too loud) on the wall television to cover any sex noises. He tells me exactly how the fisting will proceed. I remind him I like to fuck as well as fist—as I’d said in our preliminary talks. No. So for now, I do as he outlines. He does open easily with his slender dildo. We move to hand easily. Cock? No. Two more men arrive—around the same age, whatever that age may be—and one is either drunk or high. He is loud—about everything. It is decided I shall fist the loud one. I do—easily as his partner spreads his boi’s cheeks for me and the original man just sits by us and starts to do a play by play of each thing I do. All while CNN blares. I slip my arm up this guy to almost my elbow. I do get to fuck the loud one—which makes him be, well, louder yet. I finally have had enough. Like a switch, I just can’t do anymore. I make up an excuse and get out of the noise and the stale aroma of poppers… Here is the original posts: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/two-oddities.html
