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I love Christmas, that special time of year when the decorations are up and everyone is so full of joy, but the main reason I love it is that because of my age, my powerful build and my deep baritone voice I get employed as a Santa, it’s a handy bit of pocket money. So that’s where this story kicks off, I was working at a small shopping centre, chortling and doing the ‘ho ho ho’ bit as countless times before as a bratty girl sat on my knee asking me for a pony, after her mother took a picture she jumped off and ran off with her mother, the next was another girl, the plain unimaginative dress and neat hairstyle denoted devout Christian or some other religion and that was further confirmed by the way her mother was dressed, however my attention was stolen away by the very cute blond teenage son that stood just behind his mother, I guessed him to be about 18 and though he was short and dressed in a very repressed kooky conservative way I could see that he would have a fine athletic physique underneath those dreadful clothes, I also saw the way he looked at my bulge. The girl sat on my lap asking for the starving in Africa to end and that peace should reign over the earth, I swear I had to stop myself from yawning as she chattered on about helping the needy, finally I realised she’d stopped, “Ho Ho Ho what lovely sweet wishes for Christmas my dear, what a good Christian you are!” as soon as I said that I could see the look of pride beaming on the mothers face “but you must wish for something for yourself?”, the girl looked shyly at her mother who sighed and nodded as the little girl became animated asking for a new dolly. The girl jumped off my lap and I turned my attention to the lad “come and sit on Santa’s lap son”, the kid blushed bright red croaking “I’m too old for that” however much to his chagrin his mother insisted and he looked so deliciously uncomfortable as he walked to sit on my lap, his eyes darting to my bulge again He sat on my knee and I tentatively brushed my fingers over his small firm round arse, though he stiffened he did not say anything so I took the lead and as I chortled “and what do you want me to give you for Christmas little man “I squeezed his little firm bum. While his mother and sister were giggling at the pictures they had taken I discreetly whispered “I finish in an hour or so boy, come back then for your present”. I saw him about 15 mins before my finish time, furtively hanging about, shyly looking away when I looked in his direction. “ho ho ho, its time for Santa to go to the north pole now, Merry Christmas everyone”, there were the usual claps and whoops, I stifled a yawn thinking ‘arseholes’ as I made my way round the side of the unit, I looked over my shoulder seeing him standing about twenty feet away, gave him a jerk of my head and went inside leaving the door open. I took off the beard and hat rubbing my short salt and pepper beard, before removing the Santa jacket and padding leaving myself wearing just the red trousers held up by braces and boots on, I scratched my stocky hairy belly as I heard the click of the door close behind him “you took your time boy”, I turned to look at him, the lad was visibly shaking “I didn’t want anyone to see me”, I smirked “and did they?”, he shook his head “I don’t think so”, I unzipped the fly on my trousers tugging my fat cock and balls out before sitting down and spreading my legs, I lit a cigar “c’mon boy suck my dick that’s what you’re here for”, he licked his lips but stayed still shuffling his feet “I’ve never done it before”, I slapped my forehead, trying to hide my excitement at getting a virgin “well no time like the present to try it son” and clicked my fingers “NOW!” I smirked as he obediently walked over getting on his knee’s in between my legs and held my rapidly growing cock in his smooth little hand, he stared at it for a moment and then tentatively put his lips on the end of it, I grinned “that’s it son, that’s what you need” as he became animated and literally sucked on my cock like hoover, I rested my hand on his blond hair giving him encouragement and instructions on how to suck a man properly, he caught my cock with his teeth only once and a slap to his sweet little face ensured he didn’t do it again. I settled back smoking my cigar and swigging brandy from my hip flask luxuriating in the sloppy wet tongue job my cock was getting from his inexperienced mouth, I looked down catching his blue puppy dog eyes looking up at me “when I cum boy hold it in your mouth until I say so”, he nodded and went back to sucking in earnest, I made a mental note to write a letter to Santa myself thanking him!! When I did cum it was a nice big load as I’d not wanked off that day, I filled his mouth so much that some of it did dribble out over his chin, as I put my cock away I smiled “hold it there boy”, “open your mouth and show me”, he opened his mouth showing my spunk swimming round in his mouth and over his tongue “good boy, swallow it now”, as he gulped it down I got up and put my jacket back on wondering how I was going to him back again. I handed him a toothbrush and toothpaste “clean your teeth so your mother does not smell my spunk in your breath”, as he cleaned his teeth I admired his pert little bum wiggling and then it dawned on me “want a job as my elf son?”, he nodded furiously spitting out the toothpaste in the sink “I’d love to but I dunno about my mum, she’s a bit”, I interjected “repressed?”, he blushed nodding as he smoothed out his hair, I patted him on his bum and pulled him close to me “don’t you worry about her son, go find her now and bring her to me, I’ll talk her into it”, as he left I asked “what’s your name boy?”, he grinned at me “Noel” He scurried out, and I did wonder if he would follow through but just to be on the safe side I sprayed the unit with air freshener and dressed myself as respectfully as I could possibly do, and then for an extra touch I put my copy of the good book on the side table. I was obviously very pleased when he brought her back, seems she was overjoyed at the idea of her son earning some extra money, unemployment was rife in the area and when she saw the bible on the side she was even more keen. I explained that I did not work on Sundays as it was the lords day, well that’s not entirely true I never worked on a Sunday due to drug and alcohol fuelled Saturday nights, she nodded in earnest agreeing with me but I then added “of course young Noel needs to be fitted out in his costume and instructed in the workings of the grotto, I can tell you’re a strict religious woman but would you consider allowing Noel to receive training tomorrow so that he can start work on Monday?”, she was undecided at first but then I lifted the bible up stroking its leather surface “I know it’s a lot of ask but its so unusual to meet such good Christian people who understand the true meaning of Christmas”, with that she elatedly blubbered “he’ll come after church tomorrow morning!!”, as they left I winked at Noel, he blushed and as the door closed I opened my hollowed out bible and took a good few swigs of brandy from the bottle secreted in there as I checked my stash of Tina humming to myself ‘have yourself a very merry chemmed up little bum boy’
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For medical reasons I can't get fucked for a while, so I'm trying to reestablish myself as a cocksucker. Searching for a website, I came across cocksuckerdb.com. I registered as a sucker and started searching for feeders. The site is not designed well and is cumbersome to use; it doesn't appear to be very popular. Are there other sites for oral hookups? I know that years ago I registered on one, and it didn't have much traffic either. I wish I could remember its name or find it. Some of the guys on BBRT, like here, are into everything, but not most of the guys I know. It really is a different hunt, and I have to keep a separate buddy list.
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Near Home—November, 2023 I think you know that I have had incredible luck at the bookstore on Black Friday, the shopping day after our American Thanksgiving. There were always lots of new men killing time while their wives shopped and many were looking to get off. This year Black Friday was the day GaryM came to play—so I still had great sex, just of a very different type. As Saturday dawned, I lay in bed wondering if it would be the same busy bookstore a day later. Should I go? I got there right after lunch. The parking lot was quite full… There are men everywhere. But it is not the curious men of Black Friday. It seems to be a ton of gay men looking for release after being with family. The moment I sit down in the gay theatre and haul out my hardening cock, a young man is on his knees sucking me. I finally place him as the cute white guy who was part of the bi-sexual scene earlier this year. He sucks me enthusiastically as he beats his meat. The Black man, who’s load I reverse felched into Braydon, is here. He appears out of the shadows, smiles at me and unzips. He pushes into the space next to my chair, offering his hard, drooling dick. The young man goes back and forth on us without a moment of hesitation. He keeps it up until he shoots a load between my boots. I get the Black top’s wet cock slapped against cheek. I suck him. He only pulls out long enough to sit down on a vacant chair near me. I go to my knees and suck him some more—and am rewarded with a big load down my throat. Once again, he stays hard and stroking after he shoots. I sit down again, just as the door opens. It is a tall white man entering. He is likely 30 to 35. He’s been to the gym, as his chest and biceps are suggesting his white tee shirt is way too small. Gym shorts cover his bubble butt. He wastes no time in going to his knees and sucking me. He extends a willing hand to jerk the Black Top. I encourage him, with my hand on the back of his head, to service us both with his mouth. He does. Willingly—and making incredibly sexy moans as he does it. When he’s back on my dick, the other top stands up and pulls the gym shorts down, revealing a smooth jock strapped bubble butt. The young man makes no protest. The other top stands next to me again. When the young man starts sucking him, I ease to the floor and, with my chest on his back, begin licking his glorious ass. The young man moans around the cock in his mouth. “Fuck him.” I keep eating a little longer. I finally come up, panting myself. “You want to get fucked?” No answer, he just keeps sucking. “You want my raw dick in your ass?” This time he nods, his head never leaving the black cock in his mouth. I lube up and slide in. Glide is a better word. I bottom out in one smooth stroke. Obviously, this ass gets used, one way or another, a lot. I fuck. I make eye contact with the other top. I can see that he is thinking of taking his turn soon. I fuck. My hand instinctively gives the generous mound of ass a slap. The sound reverberates around the tiny room and the young man works harder, making his ass clamp down on my cock. The door opens. The larger Black man who has organized group fucking for us in the past, comes in. He is not pleased I am in this young man. He leans down and whispers in the guy’s ear. He obediently pulls his butt off me. The Organizer sits in my chair and takes out his cock and moves the guy’s head to his own dick. I sit in another chair and watch. The young man is still pushed back and forth between the two Black men, but the guy who’s load I took, is now wilting. He is not happy with the turn of events—nor am I, but I don’t show it. The organizer leans down and whispers once more in the bottom’s ear. They dress and leave the room. “What the fuck??” I shrug. “Maybe they had a pre-arranged meeting…” I do myself up and go to the straight theatre. The two of them aren’t there—so they must be fucking in the arcade. I watch the porn. A ginger bear-ish man comes and sits beside me. I stroke, he kneads his crotch. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I confess I don’t. “You fucked me here—and it was great.” He gets on his knees and begins sucking my dick in front of the three other men in the room. He’s good. I rub my hand over his head. He comes up for air. “Will you again?” I nod and he suggests going into the gay theatre. We do. There are two men stroking here. He strips out of his jeans and kneels on a chair down front. I eat his hairy ass—a wonderful contrast to the smooth one before. “Remember the condom,” he grunts out. I happen to have a Magnum in my shirt pocket. I roll it on and fuck. His ass was so juicy on my tongue and now I can only feel the heat not the wetness. I fuck him harder than I might normally, trying to get more feeling into my dick. The other men in the room now watch us, but no one makes a move to join. I finally pull out. The bear stands, gives me a hug and whispers “Now you are the two best fucks of my life.” Suddenly, I’m glad I did it—even with the diminished feeling… * I go back to the straight side. I get sucked. I suck some cock myself and even get a load once I squirm a finger up his ass. I go back to the gay side. It is suddenly alive with sexual heat. The Organizer is doing up his pants. He has obviously just finished breeding the hot young white guy I’d started to fuck. I hope I might be next up his dripping ass—but they both get dressed and leave the store. I watch a young Black man, who’s sucked me before, suck another Black guy, with a sizable cock. The recipient is new to me. He keeps glancing my way. I can’t tell from his look if he’s interested or wants me to leave them alone. I just stroke. The young guy gets up, his knees tired. He sits for a bit with the guy he just had in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He begins sucking me. I have been here now for quite some time—and he is giving me the best head of the day. I had forgotten how good he is. The other man, who he’d been sucking, comes over to watch us. I motion him toward me and take his long, thin cock into my mouth. He grunts. And I explode. No warning. I just shoot out rivers of cum. I groan. The guy in my mouth pulls out and slaps my cheek with his wet cock. The guy on the floor just keeps swallowing and swallowing. He licks me clean and knee walks over to the other hard cock and swallows it down as I sit still and try to catch my breath… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Working Off Holiday Stress at the Bookstore December 11, 2023 -
Cocksucker's Paradise
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2022 It was the last Saturday of October. I had the night off from a temporary gig I was working. I thought about going to one of the bigger sex venues to ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but in the end, I saved money and time by going to my usual haunt. No costumes. Just horny men… As I park the car, there are very few spots. Always a good sign. I go in, pay—and sit in the straight theatre. It is packed. The last Saturday I was here I had been just about the only white guy in the room. Tonight, it is about 50/50. I get my dick out and stroke. Maybe half the men here are working their meat. I glance to the side. A muscular young daddy type—the kind with the stroller in the backseat of his car—is stroking very surreptitiously across the room from me. He uses his left hand. The right covers his cock from my wandering eye. His eyes are glued to the screen where the faux step-mother is seducing her equally faux step-son. He openly groans as her mouth touches the erection in the video. As the sex begins on the screen, I am aware of sex happening for real behind me. A quick glance shows a bear in the cocksucker’s seat sucking one man and stroking another. I look at the young daddy. The hand shielding his cock has fallen away. He stroking a thick, uncut cock. And he catches me looking at it. I nod a friendly hello, thinking there is no way he’s cruising for man-on-man action. He nods to me and looks back at the screen. My cock drools a little. I work the precum around the head and bring a sticky finger up to my mouth. I look at him again. He’s caught me doing it. He gives me a crooked grin—and mimics me—bringing a precum loaded finger to his mouth. It’s my turn to smile. We watch the movie. It’s a short scene. The young man onscreen blows the obligatory load in the step-mom’s mouth. I look back to the back wall when I hear a man groan. A cock is discharging back there, too. I feel him next to me before I see him when I turn back. Baby Daddy is right in front of me. Here he is, his hand wrapped around his thick, uncut beauty. We smile once more. I lean forward—but he’s too fast for me. He is on his knees and sucking me. Well, fuck! The sex temperature in the room skyrockets. Everyone can see us. Others start playing. One very large man waddles down to stand at my shoulder and watch me be serviced. I look back at my enthusiastic sucker. He’s good if not great. Maybe he doesn’t get much chance to play. I nudge him off my dick and murmur “Lick my balls.” He does—beating his own cock faster. Once they are good and wet, he goes back to suck my shaft. “He likes it,” the large guy, standing to my left, chuckles. He pulls out his cocktail sausage of a cock as he continues watching. In moments the big guy announces he’s cumming. Without any hesitation, Baby Daddy rises up enough to take the guy in his mouth. The big guy is wracked with his orgasm—and it is also enough for my sucker to shoot all over the floor as he swallows the big guy’s cum. He sort of apologizes to me and takes off… * I have moved to the gay side. A hot Black guy in his late 20’s is there, stroking a long thin cock. I sit next to him—the only seat left open. A heavier guy, who often sucks my cock here, nods to me. I nod back and spread my legs. He comes over and carefully goes to his knees. “He any good?” asks the young man next to me. He is wearing a bright yellow track suit—allowing easy access to his long dick. I nod. He is actually occasionally toothy—but I’d like to see him go back and forth between our cocks. Eventually I nudge him towards Track Suit. The sucker is eager. Track Suit willing. The big guy goes back and forth between us until his knees give out. A white guy, in great shape for over 50, has been watching us from behind. He kneels in front of me after the big guy leaves the room. His mouth is one of those that is perfect for sucking. He revels in taking me fully down his throat (the first guy tonight who has done this.) I keep ruffling the greying hair on his head as he bottoms out. My contentment must show for Track Suit beats his cock harder. “You should let him suck you,” I sigh. Grey Hair is eager to show off his skills. It is every bit as hot to watch him do the man next to me. He takes the thinner cock like it’s a breadstick, never chocking on it at all. He is also good at sensing when it is time to come back to me…and then later, back to Track Suit. Both of us sitting there, with our legs splayed open and letting this guy crawl from one to the other of us, are not in any hurry to shoot. Eventually, it’s too much for the guy doing the servicing. I thank him as he gets up and goes back to the arcade. "You suck dick, daddy?" I tell Track Suit that I do. “I like it,” he says, “but it doesn’t get me off. I need to fuck for that.” I agree with him that that is how I usually get off. But I do sample his dick. He’s long and thin, great for deep throat without any worry of gagging. He seems to enjoy what I do, for his hands are always on my freshly cropped head, rubbing the stubble sensuously. A young Latin comes in. I know him from here. And have fucked him. He talks a blue streak about us taking turns on his ass. We are so ready for that. But the Latin never shuts up and bends over. He suddenly goes out the door—all talk and no action. “I guess you better do some more on me,” says Track Suit. He stands up. “I’ll try to give you a mouthful of cum.” I go to my knees. He grabs my ears and begins a slow fuck of my face. “You know how to suck, Daddy. Keep that up…” He continues on in this vein, as his long thin dick pistons in and out of my mouth. I stop stroking myself. I need to concentrate. He builds up his tempo. Faster and faster. And he’s there---and I’m there, too. Without even touching my cock… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: CockSucker's Paradise (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 23, 2022 -
"I Love It When You Do That"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—October, 2023 The next day, after my time with the guy in the leather jacket, Kieran sent me a text saying his truck was fixed—and could he come over to suck my dick and get fucked? I said ‘yes’ and he showed up right after I finished my lunchtime soup… We head straight downstairs. He strips off and tosses his clothes in the chair. I’ve not bothered to get dressed today, knowing Kieran was coming so early this afternoon. I hang my bathrobe on the door knob. I have my boots on and a yellow jock, not that I think we will be doing any piss play, but I haven’t started wearing a new white jock since I sent the scented/stained one back to its owner. Kieran, now totally naked, sits on the bed. “Let me suck that big cock.” He is eager—and getting hard as I take my dick out of the jock pouch. He reaches for my balls and pulls me to him. His mouth envelops my dick. I sigh. Many men give great head, but Kieran is one of the best I know. He has it all: a big mouth for less contact with teeth, great suction, intricate tongue work—and that hunger for cock. He groans around my shaft deep in his throat. I look down and his cock has spit out a large pearl of precum. I reach down and wipe it up with one finger and taste it. Kieran works harder on my cock—taking me deep repeatedly. He pulls off. “Fuck my face.” I hold him by the ears and begin a slow fuck—about two/thirds of my length on each stroke. I speed up. Kieran moans and takes it. I finally pull out, bringing up deep throat spittle. I wrap it around my cock shaft—and he hungrily cleans me up. I want to eat his ass and tell him so. He gets up on the fuck bench without my saying where. His ass is voluptuous and I kneel and dig in. His cock is dripping again. I reach under him and catch some of the juices. I smear them on his now wet hole and push them into his ass. “I love it when you do that.” I slobber over his hole for another few moments before catching some more of his precum. This time I smear it on my dick. I stand up and inch into him. “I’m fucking you with your own juices,” I tell him. This causes him to moan again and direct his gaze into the side mirror so he can see me use his ass. He’s tight today. But I am soon balls deep. I pause. He pants. I begin to fuck. “Harder. Really make me feel it.” I follow his instructions. He tells me he used a big toy on himself yesterday, after he got the truck fixed. He likes my actual dick much better. I pull out, intent on making him lick me clean. But there is the tiniest bit of brown in some mucous. I wipe down. There is no mess. I can eat his ass again—my test for how things are. I get him ready once again for a good dicking. “That’s it. Fuck me hard,” he groans out. “I need this so much.” This time when I pull out, I have to go wash. He assures me he cleaned, but he opts not to go do a touch up in the shower. “Let me suck your cock.” With many men, I might call it a day, but not with Kieran and his mouth skills. I lie on the bed and watch the porn playing on the television. He asks if I know any of the performers in this one. I admit I put this disc on as when I was selecting porn, I had forgotten Ray Dalton was in it. We both watch Ray fuck a hot cub for a moment before Kieran gets to work on my cleaned-up cock. He works my shaft and dripping head. “Lick my balls.” He does as he’s told, leaving them wet. I hoist them out of the way and tell him to try to get his tongue between my cock ring and my ball sack. He does this and more, licking my entire perineum. His tongue does one swipe that includes my tight pucker—but he doesn’t continue. As he goes back up to my dick, I mentally wonder what it would be liked to be rimmed with that expert tongue of his. The very thought makes me get closer to orgasm than I thought possible. I tell him to lick my balls again and this time I jerk my dick. When he works his way back up—I surprise myself by shooting deep into his throat… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Love It When You Do That" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 27, 2023 -
Fingering His Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2023 A Friday afternoon at the end of the month—and I’m bored. So, it’s off to the bookstore… I am sitting off to the side in the straight theatre. The shaved head man (who usually works the room with his partner, both sucking as much cock as possible) approaches. He is on his own today. He gives me five minutes of great head—a great warm up for a busy afternoon. Just as I feel he wants to move on, a man who has to be over 70 approached me. He’s taken his Viagra. I have never touched a harder cock. “Suck it. Please,” he whispers. I take him in my mouth while the man between my legs stays in place when he sees what’s happening. Having someone on my dick as I suck is always good. The super hard cock does not have much staying power. I am swallowing his load in just a few minutes. The sucker and the suckee both go out the door together. Another man approaches. He is a little younger. His cock will not get hard. And I keep finding lint on my tongue. I make my excuses and leave. In the gay theatre I see Big Balls #1 from a few visits ago. He is in the cocksucker’s chair and putting it to good use. A large man with a small dick is receiving head from Big Balls. I love watching how enthusiastic Big Balls is about cock as he sits there with his shorts and underwear around his ankles. When he’s aware of me, he pulls his own cock out from under the long T-shirt. It’s only semi-hard—I kneel to fix that. My mouth gets him hard—and this seems to make him even more active with the cock in his own mouth. The guy in Big Ball’s mouth is enjoying the show as much as the blowjob. I remember Big Balls likes fingers up his ass. I spit on my middle finger and begin toying with his pucker. This causes him to groan and slide forward slightly to give me easier access. I don’t stop working his wide cock head with my tongue as my finger glides into his ass. Big Balls groans. The guy he’s blowing starts to fuck his face. I work a second finger up him. He groans again, around the stubby cock pummeling his face. And now three fingers…Big Balls groans—and makes the guy shoot who’s fucking his face. The moment the face fucker climaxes, Big Balls shoots in my mouth, too. Perfect timing. The two spent men leave. I go piss and come back to the gay theatre. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. There is a new man here who I’ve never seen before. He is tall, maybe 35, and wearing jeans and a plain white Tee. His skin tone looks even darker next to the very white fabric. He nods to me, standing by the side wall. I nod back. He takes his dick out the moment I start stroking mine. He is well hung. “You have me beat,” he says softly. I would have said we had the same amount of cock—until it is in my mouth. Now I know he’s not as big around as me—as I am not worried about my teeth on him. The door opens. The guy pulls out of me and covers himself up. A regular comes in and sits. The guy in the white Tee moves into the back corner. I leave my chair and kneel before him. Now I really have a better angle to suck. And lick his fragrant balls. The hair is so kinky here—and profuse. I leave his nuts very wet as I go back to his cock. He stops me for a second to unfasten his jeans and pull them down to his knees. His designer jock follows. My free left hand instantly cups his butt cheek. It’s a lovely bubble butt. Not particularly hairy. My finger worms its way into his ass crack. He inhales deeply, the moment I touch his pucker. And his cock drools a single drop of precum on my tongue. He groans. I take it as an affirmative, that he wants my finger up his butt. And he does. He pushes back on it, fucking himself as I hold my hand in place. His cock is even harder now. In moments, I am taking another load down my throat. I really want to give him my number so we can fuck properly, but he is out of the room, the moment I stand up and his pants are pulled up. I go back to the cocksucker’s seat. The man who came in is a guy I used to fuck bare. Now he wants a condom if we fuck. He always strips naked here—and he is sitting there, totally nude but for socks, on the chair. He sucks my cock. Then we reverse. I stay in my chair and he stands, feeding me his semi hard dick. Inspired by the work of my fingers earlier, I start playing with his ass as I suck. He takes the middle. “More…” he groans. I add a second. He shudders as if he is orgasming, but no ejaculate flows out of him. But he’s done and thanks me before dressing and taking off… * I am back on the straight side. A white guy, with crude jail house tats, is leaning against the wall, eyeing my dick. “You fuck?” I eagerly say yes. He hands me a Magnum before dropping his pants and bending over in front of me, using the back of a bench for support. I roll the condom on and lube up. I slide in. The door opens. A one-time regular, who I haven’t seen in years, comes in. He watches and strokes his ebony cock to the fuck. I fuck the tatted guy hard. He is stroking to my fuck rhythm. I can sense he will get off quickly—and he does—dropping a big load on the linoleum. “That was hot,” says the man watching. He sits next to me and we chat as no one else is in the room. He tells me he was here again, for the first time since the pandemic, about a week ago. A Hispanic guy had rimmed him. “I’d never thought I like a tongue on my ass. But it was good. Do you rim?” I smile and tell him I have rimmed a few men… He drops his pants. He bends in the same position as the guy I just fucked. I rim his butt. He groans. “So much better…” he mutters. I keep going. And he doesn’t let me stop. I stand up and slap my hard cock against his ass. He spins away from me, making it clear that a fuck isn’t happening. I stretch my legs and do round two on his ass. Then round three. My tongue is tired and I know my neck will be feeling it tonight. I finally tell him I need to stop. I am surprised that my engorged dick is barely even noticed by him. He pulls up his pants and leaves. I stroke. No one is around. The door opens. I recognize the man who enters. He’s white, likely 45 to 50 and a body that was once ripped now showing signs of neglect. He loves my cock… “Sir, can you throat fuck me?” I nod. I stand up as he kneels. My cock slaps his face. “I’ve been eating ass and stroking,” I tell him. “Open your mouth.” He does and I push into him. He knows what he’s doing. I hold still for a long time and let him enjoy feeling my cock in his mouth. “You don’t usually get my load, do you?” He grunts. I begin to face fuck him. “You always ask for it right after I arrive.” I pick up the pace. “Well, not today.” He groans around my dick. “I’ve sucked a lot of cock too.” I fuck his mouth. “I swallowed three loads.” He grunts his approval or shock. I can’t tell. “I fucked a guy and ate another guy’s ass.” I pull out and slap his cheeks again. My cock is now coated with his deep throat slime and I leave snail trails on his cheeks. I push back into his mouth. “You want my cum?” This grunt is definitely affirmative. I grab and his ears and fuck without mercy. I know he can take it. The harder I fuck, the more he loves it. I can see that he’s hard and straining through his pants. And I’m there. “Take it,” I bark out. “Take my cum.” I shoot at least four volleys of seed down his throat before I’m too sensitive for his mouth. I pull out and smear the last spurt on his face. He thanks me. Profusely. I can’t be sure—but I think I have made him shoot in his pants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fingering His Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 18, 2023 -
The title says it all. Better hurry summer doesn't last long.
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"Come Suck This Dick!"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—September, 2023 By the next Saturday, I was back at the same bookstore. I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. The door keeps opening. Men look in and leave. Or stay a few seconds and leave. Everyone is restless this afternoon. I have learned that I have better luck by staying in one place and letting men find me. I stroke. In just a few minutes, the man who took half my cock up his ass, and swore I was in him to the root, comes in. He is mid 30’s, and always better dressed than most of us here. He stands next to me and pulls his long, thin cock out. It is the color of pale chocolate. He strokes it for a moment, then turns, offering it to me to suck. I take the head in my mouth and let my tongue do all the work. I lick and suck and inch down his cock. I kind of wish he’d fuck my face—but that’s not his style. I finally pull off and stroke his shaft as my tongue nuzzles the kinky hair on his balls. He sighs. And moans. “I’ve shot too many times today,” he tells me, when he finally pulls out of my mouth and puts his cock away. He grins and leaves. A man I haven’t seen here in ages comes in. He is also a very light toned Black man. He sits next to me. I think he’s going to suck my dick. He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. Underwear is shoved down, too. He leans on the back of the seat in front of me, arching his back—which all but thrusts his ass in my face. “Please rim me, just like you used to…” I go to my knees. I can’t believe he’s doing this—in a place where others may walk in. I remember doing this to him back before covid—when this place stayed open after midnight. Even with no traffic in the gay cinema at that hour, he would insist we move to the darkest corner possible. Not today. His hot ass is on display for all to see. I go to work, tongue drilling into him. He moans and tells me how he loves it. I lick and spit. The only down side to this is I know he won’t let me fuck him. The door opens. I expect him to pull away and sit down. Instead, he grinds his butt onto my goatee, moaning louder. Showing off. I pull back and spit twice into his hole before drilling into him again. The new guy, who I can’t really see, pulls out his dick and jerks to the scene. At one point he offers the rimmee his cock, but that’s not what he wants. He wants my tongue—and to let everyone see me use his ass. I need a break. I stand up and slap my cock on his beautifully rounded ass cheek. This makes him stand up—pulling away. “Eat me some more.” I go back down and do just that. I hold onto his hips and work my tongue into his hole as deeply as I can. We do this for at least two scenes in the movie—so a good 40 minutes. Finally, he sits next to me. “You wanna suck me?” I ask. “Not today…” Instead, he starts acting as my pimp. “Come suck this dick.” He’s looking at a young white guy, who is standing next to me, salivating. He kneels. The best I can say is that this guy is eager, but not skilled. I ask him to stop. My pimp refuses one of my regulars (who is older). Next, he chooses a burly Latino who is in his very late 30’s. He has a dazzling smile. I have never seen him here. This guy is great. His mouth is big and he takes me effortlessly. His tongue is thick. I would love to cum for him—but I am just not ready. He pulls off me, reluctantly, and I think surprised that he hasn’t gotten my cum. (I want more from him another time—but I have never seen him again.) My pimp stands up and moves to man who has been watching us. He is a very young Latin guy. His hair is dark and cut asymmetrically. He brings him over, so he is standing next to me. My pimp is on the other side of the young Latin. He is kneading the guy’s crotch as he whispers into his ear. I don’t do anything. Yet. I watch him be unzipped. A short, but fat, uncut cock emerges from his fly. My pimp strokes it. “Can my friend suck it?” The young Latin nods. I go to my knees. He is semi hard at this point. My mouth seems to have little effect on his erection. I am aware that my pimp has his hand on the young Latin’s ass. The young Latin groans. I am pretty sure there is now a finger in his ass. His cock gets a little harder. “You want to get fucked by that big white dick, don’t you?” I hear as I continue trying to coax life into the penis in my mouth. “Yes…” I stop and stand up. The young Latin turns. Between the two of us, my pimp and I work his dress slacks down to his knees. Then his Andrew Christian underwear. I go back to my knees and begin rimming his shaved ass. “He rimmed me before,” I hear my pimp say, in a loud whisper, into the young Latin’s ear. “He loves to eat hole. Let him get you good and wet.” The young Latin groans. He begins to tremble. I don’t think he can believe he is about to get fucked in public. “You are going to need all that saliva for his thick cock. You got your lube, Daddy?” I grunt, trying to sound reassuring, with my face buried in the ass in front of me. I have had enough rimming. I need to fuck. I stand up. “You like it raw?” The young Latin nods. “You can breed me.” I grin and guide my greasy cock into his wet butt. It’s not as tight a fit as I feared. The young man’s hole opens at the first pressure of my wet cockhead. I sink into him. To the hilt. He gasps. My pimp keeps talking in his ear. “Take it. Make him feel good. He deserves to shoot deep in you after the way he’s eaten us out…” He continues with more, along the same lines. The young Latin has skills. He begins meeting my thrusts and squeezing down on me when I am at my deepest. A crowd of men have gathered to watch. Some stroke—likely hoping for a turn up his wet ass. Some want a turn on my dick. It’s a hot scene. The kind you can’t plan, that just sometimes erupt there. “Take his cock…” I buck into him. Hard. I shoot one stream of cum into him. I pull out. “Stay,” I bark. I go to my knees. I lick up the tiny bit of cum I’ve shot. And it is just what I need to trigger my balls to empty. I stand back up and shove my dick, roughly, into him again. He grunts, but not in pain. “Fuck, there it is!” My balls begin to unload. I shudder as the rest of my climax happens. “Breed him, Daddy!” I empty everything I have into him. I slowly pull out. I want the young Latin to clean my cock—but he can’t quite bring himself to do it. Instead, a man my age licks me clean, after muttering “You should have fucked me…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Come Suck This Dick!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 28, 2023 -
"I Saved It For You!"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—August, 2023 After my meeting with GaryM I was sated. All that fucking and rimming had left me totally spent from the strength of my orgasm. So much so, that it was three days before I went off in search for more sex. I didn’t go far, only to the local bookstore. I wanted something as different as possible—just to suck some cock. So how did almost every man in the place know that that’s what I wanted…? I am in the straight theatre, off to the side and sitting against the wall. The cocksucker’s seat is taken—and the guy in it has a man in his mouth. I jerk to the fairly good video and wait to see who might want to play. I feel a movement behind me at my shoulder. I turn slightly. A very handsome white man, in his late 50’s, is standing there, his thick cock out and hard. I have never seen him before. He doesn’t even ask, he just moves his thick slab of meat nearer my mouth. How did he know? I open wide and take him to the root. He groans and begins fucking my face. When he slows down, I hold onto the base of his cock and get my tongue work started. He likes this a lot and murmurs encouragement. The guy across the aisle is so turned on he has taken his cock all the way out of his jeans—and shoots a load on the linoleum. I let go of the man in my mouth, but he doesn’t resume the face fucking. He let’s me do what I want—which is to lick his very hairy balls. They aren’t big, but I love the flavor of a slight sheen of sweat from the hot August afternoon. I go back up to his cock. He is acting like he’s close. I swirl my tongue around his cock head—and he begins to shake. He is having a body wracking orgasm—but he doesn’t shoot any jizz at all. He thanks me and takes off. I have never seen him again. Lots of other men in the room leave for a bit, including the guy in the cocksucker’s seat. I grab my water bottle and relocate. I stroke. The young Latino guy who loves to have me fuck him (with a condom) arrives. He sits in a chair near me. He starts removing his pants and shirt. The last time I had seen him I was surprised that he was wearing lacy pink panties. Today he has a full outfit, a crop top and crotchless panties under a short, short skirt. He leans over the seat directly in front of me and tells me he wants my dick in his ass. I am not feeling it today (for a couple of reasons.) He turns and sticks his rather thick uncut cock in my mouth to get me interested. I suck. I work his cock with my tongue, working back his foreskin. He is amazed—for suddenly he is unloading in my mouth. He can’t believe it. He gets dressed to go find more dick in the arcade. A hot 30-something comes in. He is white and gym built. He is followed by the large Black guy who has whored out young men for everyone’s pleasure. I spend the next 30 minutes, jerking as the two eye each other. Dicks come out. Gym Built is hung big. They stroke. But don’t touch. Forever. And then, GB is on his knees servicing the Black top. They like the attention from the rest of the room as we watch them—until suddenly they don’t and take it to a private booth. I go next door to the gay theatre. I am alone here for a moment, or so I think. But I missed a man in the dark corner behind the door. He emerges once I’ve sat down and pulled out my cock. I have seen him here many times—and played a few. He is Black, with a thick build. His cock is very thin and long. I know I have had it in my mouth at least once, but he is mostly voyeur. Not today. Without a word he sticks his semi hard cock in my mouth. He groans. His dick is so thin I take it easily all the way down. “Fucker…” he whispers. He begins to pump it into me. I must have arrived in the room just as he was getting ready to shoot. He is on a mission to cum down my throat. He grabs my ears and fucks himself into my mouth. My hand comes up and touches his balls, which are almost disappearing into his body, they are pulled up so tightly. That does it. With a loud groan he shoots. He is like a faucet, not spurts, but the tap is just turned on and I get a mouthful of cum. “Swallow it.” As if I ever spit. I swallow. He let’s me clean his cock until there is not a trace of jizz left on it… * I am alone for a bit. But the porn is good. I take a drink from my water bottle. It seems to not wash the last load out of my mouth, but to reactivate the flavor of his jizz. I swallow more. Two men come in. One is a Latino I have never met. He is wearing a tight tee that is showing off incredibly big pecs. The other is a rather dumpy young man I have played with quite often here when I am in the mood I am in this afternoon. The Latino sits in the chair closest to me. The other guys leans against the far wall and watches us. “Some dick you got.” says the Latino. He is no more than 35. He actually pulls off his tee revealing his magnificent chest. He tosses it on the floor, stands up and unzips. His shorts drop to his running shoes. He sits on the chair, naked, but for the shorts around his ankles and his shoes. His cock is hard. And thick. And uncut. He manhandles it a bit. “Help me out?” he asks. I go to my knees. I really have to work on covering my teeth he’s so thick. Me moans—and strokes my cropped hair, telling me he likes my mouth. I work harder. There is a lot foreskin to keep working back, so I can lick his sensitive cockhead. Now he is groaning. I think he’s close. “Let me suck yours.” I stand up. I am happy to get my cock in this hot man. He gives me some really good head. Suddenly, he pulls off me grunting and groaning. He’s shot, I’m sure of it. But he is not splattered with his seed. Nor is the floor. “I saved it for you.” I kneel—and his foreskin is filled, ballooned with his jism. I take him in my mouth and peel back all that skin. The cum runs out on my tongue. I think I might shoot myself as I lick up every drop. He pulls up his shorts the moment I am done, grabs and shirt and leaves. I am still on my knees, in a slight daze. The dumpy looking guy steps up. He’s been jerking to the scene. “Quick, I have a four-day load here for you.” I get him into my mouth, just as he empties into me. He just keeps cumming. Massive. I shoot myself, splattering the floor between his tennis shoes… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Saved It For You!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 18, 2023 -
Mouth and Ass...and Mouth
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—August, 2023 The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom. I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display. He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding. (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling: Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick). I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week. I did. And now, here he was on my doorstep. “I don’t have too long. I think the wife’s home earlier today.” He was eager to get downstairs. I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom. I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… He looks good—thickly built with that long beard. I stand up and he takes my place. He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him. I can feel his hot breath through the fabric. He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side. His hot tongue goes to my balls. He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect. He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva. Finally, he goes for my cock. He takes half of it on the first go. Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard. He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me. He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again. We spend a long time here. Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart. And a great one. I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium. Then it’s back to my cock. He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over. “Let me eat your ass. I want it as wet as my cock is right now.” He goes to the bench without my telling him. He gets in place. I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there. I tongue drill his hole. It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts. I add lube to the spit covering my cock. I stand up and slowly slide in. I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch. His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes. I ease the rest of the way in. He pants—and I begin to fuck. Long and leisurely strokes. “Damn, that feels good,” he groans. I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo. Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks. I pull out. I don’t remember if he does ATM or not. But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him. I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices. I go back and fuck him one more time. I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back. He jumps in. Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs. He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups. I kneel and rim his well fucked hole. It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping. I want to make that happen. I stand up and fuck. Hard. The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure. I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork. I rim—and then fuck him again. I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue. Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him. I grab the medium sized black butt plug. I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole. He is surprised—but loves the stretch. I beat the on base of the toy. His hole ass spasms. I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast… * We take a break from all the fucking. Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker. And such a good one. We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock. He is doing repeated deep throating of me. The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again. He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again. He swallows me down. We’ve found the right angle again. He takes me down repeatedly. Often choking himself. He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up. Again and again. I suddenly feel my balls pull up. I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass. But I am so close, I just go with it. I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening. He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft. His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great. His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit. “Fuck!” I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth. Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed. I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get. I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do. He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins. “That was better than at the bookstore!” I smile. And he’s in great time to get home before the wife… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Mouth and Ass...and Mouth (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 27, 2023 -
I liked oral and anal both. The differences gave me variety not to menion that even with oral I could either put my hips to work driving my cock in someone's mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts or I could just simply kick back reading or watching porn, making out with a buddy, getting a blumpkin including when getting rimmed or just laying there while the cocksucker does the work. I still enjoyed a good blowjob as much as I liked pounding a load up an ass but when I was using a neg bottom I preferred to fuck his ass because pozzing a cocksucker was considered near impossible unless the cuntmouth had open sores in the mouth. I finally did get to pozz someone through the mouth. Phil was a slacker at the plant. In his early twenties he was less masculine than the rest of us men but at least he wasnt overtly effeminate. His wife was considered a good lay by some of the men she'd cheated on him with. Being mostly gay with my cut dick I preferred a good tight ass as well as the superior cocksucking skills of many of the gay and bi bottoms and versatiles I had at my disposal. I myself was a normal virile large man in my early forties with shorter hair, glasses, beard, nails clipped to the quick, seven and a half cut inches, size 12 feet and a libido rivaling that of an average college jock. I had to work Phil's shift several times over three years due to my bad luck with our work schedules. His latest was because he had his wisdom teeth pulled, all four at once. While I was doing his work at straight time he was kicking back on painkillers the two days he was off. Having to double back with just six hours of rest was a bitch. I decided that I would pay him back somehow even though he would be out for a few weeks after he caught the AIDS flu after I knocked him up. He was a bisexual who limited his ass to a couple of men he knew were neg but was blowing several of us. I was one of three or four poz men at the plant including the little quiff in the front office I'd had fun pozzing the year before. I think he was a bug-chaser. It was a funny circumstance when I had my landmark piece of Phil's mouth. He had shown up at the plant as I was finishing my second double shift. I kept my anger in check as he greeted me, apologized for the hardship he'd caused me and offered to drop me off at home and take me to work so I wouldnt have to ride my hog which would remain locked up in the employee lot's motorcycle area overnight. "How's your mouth feeling?" I asked as we headed to the locker room after I punched out. "Doing fine. The stitches come out of my gums in a week or two. I bet I could suck." he replied. I grinned and absentmindedly rubbed my crotch. We shot the shit on the way over to my place and he said his wife was at a hen party and his kid was at a school dance. He wouldnt be missed for a while. I let us in, got some beers out of the fridge, handed him one, saying, "Here, have a beer." We shot the shit while swilling a couple of beers and I occasionally rubbed my crotch and then reached into my pants to adjust my growing member which by then was slimy with precum. "I sure can use a good blow. You game?" I said, unzipping my trousers, lowering my shorts and freeing my meat. "I think I can take care of that." he replied, the two beers having their desired effect. I myself had drank half a beer, saving the rest until after the blowjob. I stripped in my bedroom and he did likewise. I liked the contrast between my stout hairy body and his comparitively hairless slender form. I spat on my hand and rubbed the spit onto my dick shaft while leaving the layer of precum on my glans. I knew that spit and precum also carried the virus and I needed to maximize my chances of feeding him my gift in order to get a better feeling orgasm in his mouth. I had always had better more intensely pleasurable orgasms when I knocked up a neg than when I fucked a poz, which was good enough, like my neg days when I fucked ass, but shooting my dirty cum into a clean hole gave me and my prick the added thrill of fucking up someone as well as fucking him. Laying on my back, I held my dick up for him. He bent over me and took it into his mouth. He sucked and hummed in delight at sucking my cock. He then settled into a good rythym, as he had his first week at the plant those three years before when I was neg. I was feeling good as the combination of his spit on my dick and my crotch odor from two days of sweating without having time to take a shower filled the room. I think the smells turned him on as well, judging from how he was enjoying sucking my cock. Phil fellated me for about fifteen minutes, my dick still pumping out precum all the while, the juices filling his gums from the sites of his extractions. My dick was rock hard as he pleased it with his mouth, oblivious of the fact that even then I was knocking him up through his mouth with my virus-laden precum as he worked to make my dick feel good while I lay there enjoying pozzing him with no effort on my part. He knew when to increase his pace, bobbing his head on my pick faster taking full strokes, my glans moving from his lips to his throat with each stroke of his head. He was working up a sweat although nowhere near the sweating I had done on those double shifts. I was getting close to cumming, still enjoying how good my dick felt in his talented cunt of a mouth. I didnt warn him of my pending ejaculation lest he suddenly realize my jizz could enter him through his gums and decide to abort the blowjob. I controlled my tensing up as I sometimes did before ejaculating and he kept sucking. After a couple more minutes of sexual pleasure I erupted in what was my best feeling oral orgasm, shooting my poz-carrying spunk off inside his mouth. I was euphoric as my jizz shot forth from my hard excited penis into his man-pleasing mouth. He paused a moment but I said, "Keep sucking." which he did. I then held his head and thrust for a while to better circulate my cum into his gums before releasing his head slightly a couple of minutes later so he could swallow it. Like all good cocksuckers he let very little leak out between his lips and my shaft so virtually all my cum remained in his mouth carrying my virus into him via those sewn-up holes in his gums. "Man that feels so good. I think you redeemed yourself." I said and thrust again before letting go of his head. He sucked off of my cock and replied, "Glad to help. I was hoping I could suck a dick. My asshole buddy stood me up so at least I get a load this way." I had planned to have him suck my cock when he returned to work and worried that he may have sucked a neg man or two and then declined my offer to let him suck mine if his mouth got tired or his gums started hurting. This way was much better because I got him slightly buzzed as well as got to him earlier before his gums' healing process got into full stride. I would have liked to top it off by giving him a drink of my warm beer on tap but I had heard that piss was relatively "clean" compared to spit, precum and cum and would also wash my remaining cum from his mouth. "Suck it some more." I told him. He did even though he was a bit tired from getting my first load. This way he could suck any remaining jizz from my prick which had began softening. My spent dick still felt good as he sucked on it. I myself felt good knowing that a few more HIV-carrying sperm cells were going into his compromised mouth. A few minutes later he sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. He looked at his watch and said, "I have to get home Jim. Thanks for letting me suck your cock. I''ll see ya tomorrow when I pick you up." and kissed the tip of my now resting cock. He got dressed, I made the next day's lunch while warming up dunner, ate and then hit the hay. Phil picked me up as promised and mentioned that his gums back there seemed to tingle. I suppressed a grin, wondering if it could have been caused by my viral jizz. Two weeks later he caught the "HIV-flu" and again I had to work his shift but this time it was only once because personnel worked other guys into it because his doctor said it would be at least a couple of weeks before he could return to work. His doctor tested him and he came up positive. My job was done. My dick felt good and I felt great. A day later I had my first piece of his ass as a victory fuck. His ass was nice and tight, as good a cunt as his mouth, mainly because he had limited giving it to the two or three men he knew were negative. Several guys in the know, both poz and neg, congratulated me on pozzing Phil including three men who hugged and passionately french kissed me. At least one of the men who kissed me was still neg but he liked my superior manliness. I also got a few blowjobs, rimjobs and oral foot massages from almost half a dozen bottoms and versatiles including two neg guys. I also fucked a couple of poz assholes and a neg fella offered his ass to me which I accepted and threw a great feeling fuck into, knocking him up. I also began fucking Phil's nice tight ass now that he no longer needed to worry about getting pozzed anally but the neg men who fucked him moved on to new neg holes. Phil recovered from that initial flu and went through a less than pleasant divorce. He later became the "wife' of a large bear type buddy of mine who was poz. My oral foot fetish bottom friend had said Phil wasnt worth the dirt he licked from under my toenails but after the pozzing Phil seemed more humble, respectful and easier to get along with. Over the next two decades I screwed his ass half a dozen times a year as well as availed myself of his oral talents. Phil, like many other poz guys, wasnt as diligent on his meds as I was and lived only to his mid to late forties, whereas I was in my sixties and still decently healthy, when he lost his battle. His last physical contact with me was kissing my cock and balls. A buddy hugged me, kissed me, praised my studmanship and told me, "You didnt kill him. He would have caught it sooner or later and he fucked off on his meds so dont feel like you offed him or anything." and kissed me again while caressing my cock through my pants and asked me to let him suck it, which I did. I would always remember my excitement and sexual pleasure as well as how really good my dick and I felt proving my virility and manhood by simply laying there relaxing pozzing an asshole through his mouth while he did all the work and I got all the glory.
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"Like I'm In Some Damn Porn Flick..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—July, 2023 I had a lot of sex in early July. It reminded me of what I was like a couple of decades ago. The very next day, after my breeding the young man in his apartment, I got a text from the bearded guy who had gotten me off in the bookstore. We had exchanged numbers as we left that day. (If you want a refresher, he appears in “Do You Think I Can Take It?”) Kieran was eager. He loved oral sex, but he really wanted to feel me go up his ass after he had sat next to me, jerking to the anal sex I’d had with another man right in front of him. He was married, I knew, and had very specific days he could meet. He came to the playroom right after lunch, so he could have as much time as possible with me… I am already in boots and jock, covered by my robe, as I answer the door. We go right downstairs. Kieran is impressed with the playroom. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he says as he starts to strip. I toss my robe on the door knob and sit on the bed. “Damn, there are mirrors everywhere,” he continues as he removes his boxers. His cock is hard and ready. Kieran is likely 5 to 10 years younger than myself. He is built thick and stocky. The hair on his head is cropped short, but his beard is luxurious and long. He comes over to the bed. I spread my legs, giving him room to lie between them. (I remember him telling me at the bookstore his knees are bad.) His mouth envelops my cock. He takes me to the root, almost immediately. His beard brushes my balls. It’s almost like having two men on me at the same time. My cock begins drooling out precum. Kieran noisily laps it up, savoring the taste. “Lick my balls.” He grunts an affirmative—but stays on my cock for a few more moments. Then that constantly moving tongue snakes it’s way down my shaft and begins to wet each hairy orb. He licks them. He carefully takes one a time into his mouth. This makes me moan. And this causes his tongue to work even harder. I really want to lick his ass—and I tell him so. “Where do you want me?” “I think the bench will be easiest,” I suggest. He has never been on a fuck bench. It takes a moment for me to help him get his legs in the right position to get his ass lower. He relaxes the moment I’m done. The position suddenly feels right—and his ass is at it’s most vulnerable. I kneel and dig in. This is new for us. My tongue and the idea that he is on a piece of furniture that is designed for sex is making him really excited. His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down to the mat and towel under the bench. A steady stream of precum is dripping from it. I catch some with my fingers and smear it on his hole—only to lick it up. Kieran moans. “You are making me feel so good. Like I’m in some damn porn flick.” I grin—but he can’t possibly tell as my face is still plastered in his ass crack. It is not a virgin hole—but certainly not one that gets a lot of use. I work diligently to get it relaxed and slightly open. Finally, I stand up. “Give me your cock.” The head pops in. I stop. He pants. I could wish he was a poppers guy—they would be useful right now. I pull out, lick his some more and go back in. I now have half my dick in him. I pause again. He pants. I inch in a little more. And a little more. I pull out again, re-lube and push into him. He has all of me now, but for the last inch. I begin a slow fuck, and Kieran begins to groan. Loudly. “Sorry, can anybody hear me?” I assure him the woman in the other half of my duplex is slightly deaf and never goes into her basement. His moans fill the room as I fuck him for the first time. I plow in and out for a good five minutes, but never get that last inch into him. I pull out and bring him my cock to suck. He has that moment of hesitation, but the latent pig in him wins. He tastes me tentatively. And then ravenously. “I taste really good,” he says in wonder, after I pull out of his mouth. “You do. Why do you think I spend so much time down there?” I move back to his ass. “Would you take a picture of your cock in me?” I grab the camera. I snap one for him. And my readers. I fuck again. He cleans me up. And I suggest we should get him off his knees, though he tells me the padded bench caused no pain at all. We move to the sling. This is new, too. I have the sling high, so he has to jump slightly to get onto it. We manage and he relaxes. Totally. I rim his now open hole. I stand up—and sink every inch of my engorged dick into him. He groans as I tell him he finally has all of me. His eyes go back and forth from being tightly closed—and concentrating on my cock reaming into him—to wide open and watching it split him in two in the mirror above him. I take a rest break and use the smallest butt plug on his now open hole. He relaxes even more. When I go back to me—I can finally fuck him hard and fast—with him begging for it. We break on the bed. “I want to taste my ass on your cock again.” He greedily devours me. I love the expression on his face as he does something he never thought of doing before—and getting so much pleasure out of it. To change things up, I suck his still hard cock for a moment. But he is too excited for me to do much—and doesn’t want to cum. Yet. We go back to the sling. “I want to see your face when I shoot in you,” I tell him. He agrees. I rim him for a bit. This gets me very close. I can hear him jerking his cock. I stand up and slide in. “I want you to breed me,” he pants. “Not many men have…” I increase the tempo of my thrusts. “Do it,” he groans, egging me on. “Take it,” I grunt out. “Take my load…” And it’s there, firing deep inside of him. His hand stops for a second to concentrate on me and his ass. But then he is jerking again—desperate to get off with me still inside him. As if I was going anywhere until he shoots all over himself… The original, with a pic, is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Like I'm In Some Damn Porn Flick..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 1, 2023 -
Gym Built's Balls
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—June, 2023 After all the ass of IML and then another hot butt in my playroom, I wanted a session that was more oral—either on me or by me. So off I went, on the first Friday afternoon of June, to the bookstore closest to me… It’s crowded. Both the parking lot and the straight cinema. I sit by the side wall, but with a good view of the room as well as the screen. There are about eight men in the room. Three are openly jerking to the rather nasty European anal porn on the screen. But no one is playing. Yet. I unbutton my trousers. My cock comes to attention easily at the DP happening on the screen. Across from me is a man in his early 50’s. His head is shaved, his body is lean, and his uncut cock is rampant. He has so much extra skin on his dick, that his fist brings it up to cover his cock head with every stroke. I nod to him. He nods to me—and turns back to the video. In the back row, a guy is now in the mouth of an older man who is sitting in the cocksucking seat. The guy getting head cums fast and noisily. They both leave. I grab my water bottle and go sit there. Shaved Head moves, too. Into the seat by the wall, where I just left. He watches me stroke to the video. I nod again. So does he—and he turns away once more. A man, well over 65, gets up from the front row of chairs. He is as tall as I am and likely ten years older. He comes back and leans against the wall next to me. He kneads the fly of his Bermuda shorts. Soon he unzips. A long, thin cock emerges. He jerks it—and turns to me. I nod. He steps one step closer. I reach out and guide his cock to my mouth. It snakes down my throat easily. The man grunts out his pleasure. Shaved Head is watching, beating his dick furiously. The more I suck the man in my mouth, the softer his cock gets. I wonder what I’m doing wrong. At that moment he grabs my head and climaxes. The cum doesn’t shoot out, it is like a faucet, it just runs out of his semi hard cock. And it doesn’t stop—I get a huge load. He pats me on the head as I lick any extra cum and spit off his dick. He nods to me—and leaves. Shaved Head stands and comes to lean on the wall. I begin to reach toward his dick, but he stops me with a slight turn away. “I just want to watch you.” “No problem.” A man arrives. Shaved Head gives him room so he can stand next to me. The new guy is nothing special. But he wants his dick sucked. I give him head as he leans slightly, so he can fondle my cock. “You need to fuck me with this.” I ask if he’s cleaned out—and he looks as if I’m speaking some alien tongue. I decline the offer. He leaves. Shaved Head steps back next to me. “I’d love to see you fuck him with that thing between your legs.” I shake my head. “I like a clean hole.” “Oh, fuck!” Shaved Head cums—in giant splats of jizz on the floor. He pulls out the ubiquitous fast food napkins and cleans himself up. I button up and go next door. There are two men here. A guy around my age who loves to give me head any time he sees me. The other is a very hot stranger. Both men are jerking. The guy I know is soon on my cock. He is always enthusiastic, if not highly skilled. But it feels great and is a good change. The stranger is early 40’s and built—a gym regular. You can see all sorts of muscles thorough his rather tight and white T-shirt. His shorts, no underwear, are around his ankles. He is beating a very hard cock, moving his gaze back and forth from the screen to us. My cocksucker’s knees soon wear out. He stands and stretches. Then he kneels in front of Gym Built. The man graciously removes his hand from his sizable dick and lets my enthusiastic friend give him head. I watch. I am curious about Gym Built constantly pulling on his own nut sack as he gets sucked. Is he delaying his orgasm? Again, the cocksucker needs to take a break. He goes back to his chair. I want a turn on Gym Built’s cock. I catch his eye. He grins and nods. I go to my knees. Well, fuck, it’s bigger up close. My length, though not as thick. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. In a few moments, he does the same pull on his nut sack. He’s not delaying orgasm—he’s into CBT—I can tell he is actually crushing those nuts in his hand. I deep throat him a couple of times, and then my mouth moves to his balls. He grunts—surprised and pleased. I usually don’t like guys sucking on my nuts, I want them licked. I do that to him, but I am pretty sure he wants that pull. I am able to just get both into my mouth. I suck them. He moans. I suck hard, increasing the tension. He moans louder. Gotcha. I do it a couple more times, before my left hand encircles them right at the top of the sack. I suck his dick again and my hand is pulling the sack down. He begins breathing hard, muttering out a “Yes…” I do it again. And then some variations. Just the pull. Just my mouth. He is in heaven that some one else is doing what he usually has to do to his own balls. I surprise him. I rise up and use my super hard cock to beat his nut sack. We both love the sound of my meaty penis thudding onto his wet sack. I pull them toward me. And use my cock repeatedly as if was a night stick. He moans and nods for me to do it again. So, I do. Harder. He is close. My free hand clamps around his nuts. My mouth finds his cock head. My hand squeezes. Gym Built groans, his voice filling the small room. My hand tightens slightly—and he begins to shoot into my mouth. I let up on his balls so the cum can really flow. He shakes in his seat as I take his seed. Afterwards, he pulls me close and whispers a heartfelt thank you in my ear. As he lets me go, I stand up to move out of his way. He nuts are flushed from the blood flowing to them. His cock is drooling, so I bend to take the final drip, with a slight heft of his abused balls. We hug again, once his shorts are pulled up and fastened. “Nice to meet someone who gets it…” he murmurs—and is gone… I sit back down, feeling pleased and almost sated, though I have not shot… * I sucked two more dicks that night. One was even a big beer can, but they were all just quick release and gone. So, four loads swallowed. One other man struggled to get me off, but I wore him out, never getting over the edge… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Gym Built's Balls (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 22, 2023 -
For-fuck-sake-Chad-get-your-cock-in-my-arse-right-now! I practically screamed pushing my sexy mate against the wall grabbing at the massive bulge in his joggers Whoa what has gotten into you bro can’t wait til we get back to mine have to corner me in the hall, your arse that fucking hungry for my raw cock? Chad drawlt turning his chin into my neck biting me and pulling my body closer to him. My heart was racing my cock was so hard and straining against my wet AussieBum bordies it fucking ached. The beach and the waves had me wanting to devour this fucking otter right now. It was just after sunset the complex was deserted and I yanked down his joggers sank to my knees and took his massive cock all the way down my throat in one fucking plunge onto that throbbing beast. I fucking loved cornering him after one of his workouts. I love how the dumb jock is a bit dazed drenched in sweaty and super horny. Easily confused if I don’t take charge and get his dick throbbing in my throat. I hate of wasting his post workout pre-cum Those lucky joggers are already drenched in his sweat and leaking pre. I’ve got his cock now dripping down my throat I fucking love his cum he drinks these pineapple protein shakes which he laces with viagra because he likes his monster cock on full display in the gym pushing obscenity out hidden by just a thin layer of cotton while he is lifting or doing leg press or chin ups or whatever the fuck he does while the other beefcake and slutty jock boys at his gym drool over his shameless flaunting of his nearly 11” fuck stick and sweaty hairy abs He’s flipped us around around by now my head is pinned against the wall as he is pounding my throat with enough force that I’m certain if not for my hungry horny arse quivering with longing and my swollen battered throat and the flood of spit sweat and pre-cum dripping down my chin I probably would have been concerned he’d given me a concussion. I grab onto his bucking fat bubble arse mounds pulling him deeper down past the back of my throat until the head of his cock has swollen and is lodged deep and his throbbing and the visceral shout that comes roaring out his mouth tell me immediately before I am swallowing his first load of cum heading into my gut on the cum geyser express that is my abused throat. Six maybe seven massive eruptions later im choking down his load as half of it im ashamed to say overflows running down my neck chest getting splattered in my eyes and drenching my face as I gag on the overwhelming force of the eruption and the amount of cum that I find myself being drowned in. my throat treasonously forces his angry fuck tool out. I’m a sleazy mess in the middle of the hall between the gym and the stairs, im over the impromptu exhibition to our audience of no absence, my bordies at my ankles find they’re way balled into my fist and I stand up, Chad picking me up, me wrapping my legs around him his still monumental tool at full mast is poking near my slutty hungry fuckhole next thing I know his thick massive fingers are stretching me open and doing this vibrating movement as he is marching us up the stairs. My head is spinning as we get to the door of his flat with a thud my back is flesh against the door his tongue is down my throat then he is licking up all the cum sweat and thick deep throat saliva and forcing it back into my mouth, Swallow he orders as he continues unlocking the door with his wristcomm we fall into the tiny den/everything-room which he has jam packed with stacked supplement boxes which I find my arse being sat on as he kicks the door closed with his heel. He sinks down to his knees pushes my legs back tucking my ankles behind my ears and devours my salty fresh out of the surf arse, its fucking pristine because this is our thing and I planned to be destroyed after his workout and my dunk into the sea, my thick fingered sexy stud otter is rimming me with within an inch of my life my eyes have literally bugged out of my head and rolled back into the bliss of riding the great wave of him stretching me further open and his swirling tongue licking ramming and dancing intimately with literally ever fucking wrinkle of the only known ring my mate will ever let hold him down (if I’m lucky a few hours at a time). I’m a promiscuous slutty faggot who enjoys sex and he is practically a sex god who thinks monogamy of studs like him to be a crime against the gay world of hungry bottoms like me. How could he ever not be able to perform his service to the community of wrecking and breeding at least a dozen loads a week into the starving needy bottoms who need the services he so skilfully is willing to provide. As long as be doesn’t stop that flicking and snap thing he does with his tongue that makes my arse quiver and throb with fiery wanton desire he can knock up every stupid twink hole from here down the coast and up the boardwalk as long as his mouth is worshiping my fuck hole! My cock has swollen so fucking much its standing straight up and out like a flag pole (an angry painfully straining against the aluminium cock ring tightly binding it into its triumphant stand at Chad’s sweaty sexy forehead beneath. I can see his eyes locked on mine conveying to me desire and a warning that he is just getting started the slurping and sounds of piggy enjoyment of his arse feast. Fucking oink! His fingers still playing with my well stretched and dripping wet saliva coated gaping heat he is working his way closer to me I feel his lips and tongue graze my dick, a few playful licks of the angry standing rod which makes me writhe and jump from the sensitivity and sensory overload. He continues upward closer taking my naval ring between his teeth tugging in gently his lips kissing my flat surfer abs, this fuck feind is getting closer he nibbles on my nipples taking my pierced nipple into his mouth for a rough biting and torturous tugging to be followed by neck nibbles and his mouth finds mine, and we are lost to the dance and duel of tongue and tongue mouth to mouth. His rough hands are all over me at once. Pulling. Gripping. Grabbing. Feeling. His arms are wrapping around me locking us ever closer together the heat being created between us would put volcanoes to shame, my hands have found his face and are pulling him to me steering his dangerously sharp jaw and cheek lines in archs and turns holding his face to mine… His thick throbbing cock head is persistently nagging at the entrance to my arse as if it were oblivious to what a thick throbbing cum leaking monstrosity poking its head around playfully then forcefully wants. Hai sexy fucker let me in so I can destroy I mean inspect the temperatures are the right heat for oh fuck me its not just the right heat it’s the right tightness Fuck Brody! Your hole is like a vice grip! You are too much of a fucking trashy Beach bum slut to be this tight. Fuck! Chad had eased in all the way slowly but he didn’t stop until he could get his full deep locked in throbbing “dick reps” this sick evil fitness demon calls them. Literally it feels like he is trying to lift me by my hole with his dick. It’s that powerful. It fucking leaves me shaking and tingling. He only does it once… actually twice. Before be slowly conducts the first tidal retreat of what will turn into the arse battering and rough fuck that the rocks on the beach wouldn’t survive if the waves slammed into them the way Chad was about to fucking ruin me. But first the perch on his merch boxes was going to need to be vacated. His condo is tiny, And full of products for his “fitness and future training empire” *insert eye roll* aside from the stream of beefcake and swollen jocks in and out of the tiny flat (which smelled like… a locker room I might add) in the moment hot, sexy… but… the only redeeming quality of the tiny little hove was the amazing view of the beach and the sunsets from the garden deck off the den. I’m soon transferred to the couch at the window (the portion of it not covered in unfinished laundry and surprise more fitness empire merch and supplements, im on my back wedged into the corner pocket of the couch. Trapped. He is about to take my slutty hungry *previously begging-for-it/now slightly nervous* lean surfer body to pound town. Fuck me! I don’t want to survive the journey. This fuck god better fucking murder my man cunt pronto. Fuck. Me. Chad. I grind out through my clenched teeth and a monster battering ram or baseball baton (at this moment it wouldn’t have mattered) ploughs? rams? No fucking crashes into my hungry gap like a fucking jumbo jet into the side of those American towers, long time ago. Let me just say my arse is gonna be destroyed way worse than lower Manhattan from the fiery devilish look in his eyes and the rough forceful way he was taking control over me. I’m not sure what language I was babbling in thirty minutes later after an assault of repeated waves and slams from his fucking monolithic Big Ben being piloted full speed and in deep until he hit my “make Bro’ babble like an idiot button” then equally swift full retreat all the way until only the helmet is through my arch then this incredibly intense rhythm of repetition begins with our mouths locked together my arms are around his neck holding on for all they’re worth (not much by the screams he’s about to send me into) This stud is sending me to fucking ruin-nation and I want to be it’s only surviving citizen! I’m blissed out and hard as I have ever been without enhancements (ahem) I think I screamed like really loud. Hope somebody doesn’t call the old bill. And fuuuuuuuck! Chad has me in screamer mode now that he got for the first time ever way past my first ring he hit the second ring and… exploding planets! fucking deep and I’m quite certain I’ve never screamed like that before. My grip on him and need for him to be closer increased THE level. I had pushed back on him flipped us over and was straddling him like I had the fucking Empire State Building up my arse and I was going to be fucking King Kong riding his monster dick. “Fuck Brody! what the fuck. Ride that cock you slutty little minx. I can’t believe you! Bro’ you are going to make me blow! Fuck im going to fucking-“ (I kiss him stifling his moaning nonsense) “Bro your gonna make me-“ (I bite his tongue hard) “Shut up Chad!” I moan. “Fucking cum! Fill my arse up! But don’t you dare stop! I’m not done with your fuckstick. You fucking dumb brain-alded roided out stupid jock fuck doll!” “Damn Bro’ fuck your gonna fucking break my dick! Ahhhh!” My sexy stupid fuck god is blasting a fucking geyser of his fucking nectar of the gods! Idk what specifically it is but he’s been juicing with something extra because immediately I’m fucking raging from his fuck juice im vibrating tip toes to ends of my eyelashes it’s like chem piss it’s that fucking potent. Shaking I dismount my human crotch rocket, his cum dripping like a thick slimey liquid lifeline out my semi-cunted fuck hole. Next I swallow his slime coated towering monster cock all the way down to the base. Licking the sensitive towering champion of the arena from base to tip, greedily claiming ALL of my hard worked out harvest of his now my dna. I return what is only fair right back to him letting it drip right into his mouth before I, I grab him by the wrist and drag him into his bedroom the next room over push him on the bed and climb back onto his still “standing-proud” demon dick… “Bro you are fucking insane! I’ve never seen you this fucking hungry for cock and cum.” “I thought I was was a trashy beach bum slut? I want another load.” I command. “You able be a real man and breed me the right way?” I taunted him grinning and twisting his nipples rather hard making him squirm. “You’re asking for it, careful… I might ruin you then bring the guys from my lifting class to lay the fucking crosscon rail on your surfer whore cunt.” His face was right in my face. He had a slight tremble from the intensity igniting between us. He hand goes to the midde of my back his big arms pulling me in closer. A fuck high smile was plastered on his that stupid dumb face of his. He shifts his cock or idk what the fuck he did, it caused my back to arch and a squeal to escape from my mouth. My cock my releasing a river of silver pre-cum that or his broke something and I was in a permanent state of non-stop ejaculation. “Are you saying you need all your wanna be jock-fanboys to fuck me right?” I pant out breathing heavy. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and the crazy fucker bit me, is fucking biting me hard, grabs my hips and plunges his cock even deeper inside me, (where he was supposed to be be anyway I dont remember giving him permission to take his amazing cock out of bounds…) Picking me up again, He lifts me like a fucking Sky-Lift gondola my legs lock around him again he’s kissing me deeply picks me up opening the door from the bedroom out onto the deck spins me around so I can face the “stupid beach I love so much” I tease him sticking my arse out at him. He laughs and slides back inside me deep, where I fucking realise I want him to be-need him to be. I’m bent over the railing supported on my forearms, arse out, he is taking his time still fucking me hard but it’s slowed everything is standing still, like I’m having some sort of epiphany. I think I might have stopped breathing, the wind from the coast doesn’t makeup for the heat he is creating inside me, I am on fucking fire. My cock is erupting in the biggest nut of my life, this stupid but sexy fit god (my mate) has just hit this spot that feels like its my core -the very root of my being, and he has just connected to me beyond space and time and his cock is erupting already AGAIN! I am literally being set on fire from the inside out and I am fucking in heaven, I am a magnificent Phoenix as he grabs my neck pulls me into him my back arching my chest out he touches my cheek turning my head to his face him, Im looking into his eyes and he says the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard this dumb meathead jock say “I love you! Brody!” It’s the stupidest fucking thing because the next thing I know I’m saying the only thing I never imagined myself saying ever… “Will you be my husband Chad? I am in love with you. Can we be together like this, and it never end? “Bro, yes. I’m not fucking those stupid sluts without you ever again.” “Way to ruin it” “I, Chad the ultimate anti-monogamy sex god just said yes I will marry you. So we can be together like you want and I need, and NO it’s , NEVER. *he bites my lip* GOING. *his lips kiss mine* TO. *he kisses my forehead* END. I lean back against him resting the back of my head against him, his mouth touching my ear he whispers “I’m never letting you go, you. are. mine.” I’m looking out at an endless midnight blue ocean, the moon and starlights are hitting the water and the waves perfectly, the light dances off the water as the tide goes out. “The tides are going out and we are going in… The tides are taking away with them what was our friendship. My mate that had just fucked me literally into love with him was now my soulmate and going inside together we would begin the next phase in our growing relationship as lovers? Partners? Going in we bring with… us. Newly created just tonight… Born again tonight as “us” and “ours” I’m following my fiancé inside and think I hear him say something about “the crosscon railway” and “still on”. Out. Of. His. Fucking. Mind. These dumb jock types think they’re funny. I’m gonna have to watch out for that. And yes his cum has literally been dripping out my arse the entire time. Fucking Chad.
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One Man In, One Man On
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—March, 2022 After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night. I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that. One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit… I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down. There are a few men—but none who look like play partners. I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre through the grate in the dividing wall. They sound much more intriguing. I go out the door which bangs behind me and go into the other. A young man I recognize by sight from here is squirming in his chair as a larger, older man is sucking his bigger than average cock. The suckee tries to stop the guy when he hears the door open, but the sucker knows he has a good thing and keeps going. I sit against the back wall and stroke. I nod at the young man. He relaxes and smiles back. In moments he beckons me over. I stick my dick in his mouth. He deep throats me two or three times—before he gives up his load to the man sucking him. The youngster leaves fast, still tucking his shirt into his rebuttoned pants. I stick my wet dick into the cocksucker’s mouth. He has blown me many times before and is great. He’s bearish, likely just hit his 40’s, with a shaved head. I realize I might be there for a while, so I sit down where the young man was sitting. There are other men in the room—all watching, all stroking. Eventually, the man I think of as the Lip Licker, for his rather unsubtle way to signal he wants your dick, gets a guy from the front row into his mouth. My sucker grows tired of not getting a load—and begs off saying the floor is hard on his knees. He leaves for the arcade. I look around. There is also a mid-40’s man stroking in the dark corner behind the door. I get up and join him. He is short and trim and flogging a regulation six incher. I stand next to him. We watch the movie and stroke our dicks. A long moment. Finally his left hand snakes out and cups my balls. I nod. He goes to his knees and takes me down. He’s fine—but nowhere near as practiced as the man with the shaved head who just was sucking me. But this guy is enthusiastic. He is masturbating like crazy as he tries to take all of me. He manages 2/3’s of me before choking. I pull back and let him tongue my head and piss slit. His knees give out, too. He stands back up and leans against the wall. I like the look of surprise on his face as I return the favor going to my knees. “Oh, fuck…” he hisses, and empties his balls into my mouth in short order. Lip Licker gets his load at almost the same time. My guy leaves, as does the other man who shot. LL gestures to me to come give him more, licking his upper lip with abandon. I tell him to give me a minute; I want to check the straight side. Not much has changed over there. The back row seat is available so I sit and stroke just to be different. My shaved head bear comes in. He goes to town on my dick again. One man comes back to watch. He keeps his zipper up the whole time. “Don’t forget my balls.” Shaved Head pulls off my dick and nuzzles them. He remembers how I love to have a tongue licking right at the base of my cock ring. I stroke a little as he gets my balls good and wet. His knees go again. He thanks me with a nod and is gone. Our voyeur follows him out the door. I go back to the gay side and let LL get his time on my dick. I have to stand for him. He can’t possibly get down on his knees anymore. But his mouth is perfection. Big tongue in a bigger oral cavity. Great suction. A passion for dick and cum. He sucks contentedly on my dripping dick. Eventually he pulls off. “Fuck my face.” I hold his head and pump into him. I go deeper this way. His hand is very busy over the slight bugle in his pants. I fuck a little more. Than let him take over until I am tired of standing. I thank him and go back next door. * It’s been quiet. Shaved Head has had another turn on me. Then nothing. But the movie has been good enough to keep me there in the cocksucker’s seat. I stroke. The door opens. A guy my age, with a silver goatee, enters. I have sucked him in this very spot before. He stands next to me. His dress slacks are undone and drop to his knees. He pushes down his designer underwear. His cock is hard—a good seven incher with a slight upward curve. He strokes. I stroke. He turns. My head turns—and he is in my mouth. I do all the things Lip Licker did to me. He sighs. I pull off his very red cockhead and go for his hairless balls. They are a nice big set, perfectly matched in size for his cock. I nuzzle and lick as I stroke his dick. He pulls away, but holds my shoulders in place. He turns and presents me with his ass to lick. This is new. He pulls me into his butt before I can really think about it. He is freshly showered—I can instantly tell from the scent of his wife’s girly soap. I relax and eat him out with abandon. He groans and calls me a slut under his breath. He is stroking his cock with one hand and holding my head into his ass with the other. He lets go and turns back. His cock hand goes into my mouth. “Clean them,” he hisses. There’s a copious amount of pre-cum on them. I lick them until he is satisfied. “Suck my cock…” He pulls the hand out and then pushes the cock in. His body is blocking the door as he holds me in place—intent on getting off. I hear it open. I hear a rustle of fabric—and suddenly my cock is engulfed in a mouth. It has to be Shaved Head—I can tell from the technique. Silver Goatee loves this. “Get him off as I give him my load,” he whispers. And I am pretty sure that is just what is going to happen. The cock in my mouth swells. So does mine. I get a massive load in my mouth. And second later, I give one to Shaved Head every bit as big…. The original post, with some thoughts by my readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: One Man In, One Man On (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 20,2022 -
Part 1: First Time Meeting The Jelous Daddy After I became sexually active things escalated quickly. It didn't take long for me to start seeking out strangers online to fuck me. I was freshly 18 years old and was still in high school, living with my parents, and couldn't drive. So, most of the guys i met were older guys who were able to pick me up and bring me back to their place. I had been chatting with an older daddy type for awhile. He'd send me pics from time to but was always to nervous to agree to meet. But his pics were fantastic. He was good-looking, muscular, and had a nice 8in cock (I could tell from the pics it was thicker than any cock id taken up to that point). Eventually he relaxed enough to agree to meet. So I gave him my description and asked him to pic me from a store just down the road from my school at 3:30. When the day finally came I rushed to the meeting spot to wait. Even though I was early, about 15 min, I didn't have to wait long because he had been waiting in for me to show up in a black pickup truck. He pulled up in a flash and took off as soon as jumped in. The truck was a practically brand new and looked like one of the more expensive models. I was sitting across from him on the trucks bench seat. We chatted a bit as we started driving to his place. He still seemed quite nervous and kept remarking about how young I looked. So I decided to help him take his mind off things. I undid my seat belt and moved closer to him. He stopped mid sentence when I reached over and started rubbing his cock. He quickly got the idea and adjusted his position slightly so could undo his belt. I undid his pants and pulled cock out of his briefs. He was already a bit hard, but not enough to stand upright if I let go. It was about 6inchs in this state but still thicker than almost, but not every, cock I'd had. I started working my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I looked around while I was rubbing is dick and noticed we were still in town with alot of cars on the road. We pulled up to a red light and another truck stopped beside us. When I realized he would see everything that was happening if he just glanced over at us, I got excited. I got on all fours with my head between daddies belly and the steering wheel and ass visibly in the the air (in plain view of the guy stopped next to us). I started to work daddies cock with my mouth. He was focused on driving and still not fully erect, but he was a little harder and was now probably about 6.5 inches. Thile light must have turned green because we started moving again. I wasnt very experienced with oral and kept gagging whenever we hit a bump. We hit two more stop lights leaving town. I was too focused on sucking cock to notice if there were people around us at the lights. Given the time of day there was probably someone next to us at every light. Although people in cars would have be too low to see into the cab However, because I was on all fours they probally could've still seen my ass in the air. When we arrived at his place he pulled into driveway and put the car in park. I tried to finish strong by pushing him as far into my throat as I could. I barely got past the half way point before I gaged and pulled off. A strand of my saliva hung off my lips and connected with the head of his cock. He was pretty hard now and had grown to about 7 inchs. I took two deep breaths and tried again. I only made it a little further on the second attempt but managed not to gag. He pushed his dick back into his underwear and buttened his pants. We got out of truck and walked to the front door. Overall the drive only took about 20 minutes. He had a big house in a new subdivision (the kind where all the houses kinda look the same). We went inside and I followed him to the kitchen. He asked if I wanted a drink. He listed off a few things he had and I settled on asking for a beer. As he handed me the beer he smiled "Im pretty sure you're not old enough to drink." I took the beer and replied "I'm old enough to drink, I'm just not old enough to drink legally." He laughed as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and took a sip. I took a swig of my drink and set down the bottle. Then got on my knees and undid his pants again. His pants fell down to knees and I started to rub the large bulge in his underwear. With his free hand he reached down and pulled his cock over the his underwears waistband. He held it by the base and moved it to be level with my lips. I opened my mouth and started gently sucking him again. He took another sip of bourbon and set down the glass. Still holding the base of his cock he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair while my head moved back on forth on his cock. After a minute or two of gentle sucking he grabbed the back of my head and started to move my head himself. He was still being pretty gentle, just moving my head at a slightly faster pace. I gagged a bit and pulled away to take a few breaths. He gave me a second to catch my breath before he grabbed me with both hands and pulled me back onto his dick. He was going a bit faster now and was almost fully erect, about 7.5 inches. He started to move his hips in rhythm my head. I was focusing on trying to gag to much. After a few minutes, he looked down at me said, "you think you can deep throat this cock boy?" Cock still my my mouth I mumbled that I'd try. He grabbed the back of my head pushed me towards him while he trusted his cock forward into my mouth. My eyes started to water and I immediately started to gag while he held my head in place and pushed his dick further. He held me there for a few seconds while I tried to push away. When he let go I fell backwards onto my butt and started coughing. I quickly regained my composure and returned to my place on my knees in front of him. He said "That was three seconds and you didn't even make it all the way" He paused a moment and sipped hi bourbon. He said "I thought you said you were slutty teen boy" I looked up and said, "I can take it deeper in ass than in my mouth" He grabbed the back of my head again, "I guess you're gonna need to practice." He pushed his cock back down my throat. "Five seconds this time, try to go deeper." I fell back again when he let go, coughing with tears starting to run down my cheeks (I wasn't crying but my gag reflex was making my eyes water). I got back into position and opened my mouth. "You're not gonna pull away this time. Were gonna do three seconds deep then three seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock back down my throat (I was still only taking about 3 quarters of it). After 3 seconds he let go and I pulled back but kept my lips wrapped around the head. He quickly grabbed again and pushed his cock back in for another 3 seconds. I started coughing when he pulled it out "Good, now 5 seconds deep then 5 seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock down my throat again and held me while he counted. I gagged as he withdrew his cock and pulled all the way off. "I told you there would consequences if that cock left your mouth." He grabbed me and moved me so my back was to the kitchen island. "Now you're really gonna take it deep." He pushed in hard. I couldnt pull away with my head sandwiched between his pelvis and the kitchen island. He started counting. I tried to take it all the way but after 5 seconds he started rocking in and out a bit. I started gaging on his cock. By the time he got to ten I was gaging and coughing on his cock. Each cough blew saliva from the corners if mouth which stuck onto his public hair and ran down my chin. When he got to 15 I started trying to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pinned them against the edge of the counter top. At 20 seconds he started aggressively fucking my face. I was still trying pull away but thought my throat fuck was almost over. Finally he reached 30 seconds. I was relieved it was almost over, then I heard him count 31 as he pushed in all the way to base and held it there. He pulled out when he hit 40 and I fell to the floor limp while he stood over herking his massive cock. "Get up and open you're mouth slut" he commanded and I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and waited. He grabbed me with his free hand and pushed me head lower whike tilting my head back. Within a few seconds he shot a burst of thick white cum across my face with most of it landing on my left cheek just under my eye. Three more spurts went into my open mouth. I stayed still in case more was comming. I continued to jerk for a few more seconds before pausing. There was still a glob of cum sticking his cock head. He gave it a quick shake and it landed on my chin. He examined his handiwork for minute before telling me not to swallow. He pulled up his pants and led me out. I kept his cum on my face and in my mouth the whole ride back to the store he picked me up from. Before I got out he had me open my mouth to show the cum was still there. Finally he had me gargle it before swallowing. He took off as soon as was out and I quickly wiped the cum from my cheek into my mouth and swallowed again. I scooped the glob off my chin and sucked my finger clean. It was about 5pm when he dropped me off so still had to wait an hour and half to get picked up. To be continued...
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Trading Loads at the Bookstore
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—January, 2022 After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened. I returned at the very end of the month. The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars. It was crowded… I make the tour of the entire lounge. There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action. I go to the alcove in the gay area. Both chairs are empty and I sit in the one that puts my back to the hallway. The bigger gay section has one man in it who I recognize and remember that I have never see him engage in any kind of play here. I unzip and pull it out. This spooks the guy in the bigger area. He stands up and leaves. The porn here is average, but I am horny. My cock stands right up. I keep hearing the main door open and close. I am guessing a lot of men are taking it to the booths downstairs to suck or fuck. I have been aware of men making the same circuit I had done—but my dick has failed to tempt anyone. I stroke some more. I consider buying a ticket to the booths, but I remember hating how little room there is to play in them. So I stay. And stroke. A man has come in. He shows himself for a half second as he looks at my dick. He’s masked. Likely my age. Decent body under the winter coat. He seems to be gone again. I stroke. And then I feel it. A hard cock is prodding my shoulder. I turn slightly. It’s Mr. Mask. His just over average white dick is the one poking my shoulder blade. I hunker down slightly in my seat, take off my mask and begin to suck him. The guy groans—just barely audible. He begins a thrusting action into my mouth. His cock is dripping precum like crazy. I know he’s going to blow his load as fast as he can before he’s ‘caught’ by some wandering guy. And I’m right. Mr. Mask grabs the back of my head and holds me in place. His cock doesn’t exactly explode with jizz—it sort of oozes out the cum. But it’s a big load. He seems to think it’s the best sex ever. He pats me on the shoulder, zips up and leaves. * I am alone for a little while. Then I zip up and make the tour again. The talkative Latino with the problematic clean out has arrived. We chat a little. He goes to the booths and I go back to the alcove. This time I’m in the opposite chair—so I can see all the traffic arriving to the two gay video areas. A 30-something white guy with a terrific beard comes in. He sits in the chair I was in before. He can’t take his eyes off my dick. “I’d really like to suck that cock. Please?” I nod. He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs. He takes me to the root the moment his lips touch me. I inhale deeply. Fuck! He’s good. Silky mouth. Effortless deep throat. Thick, active tongue. The beard on my balls. “Damn, you’re good,” I tell him. “I don’t say that very often…” He grunts, pleased. The noise in his throat sends tingles through the length of my cock. The Latino arrives. He knows this guy devouring my dick. He says so and tells me I must be enjoying it. Then he kneels behind the guy, pulls the cocksuckers unbuttoned pants down, exposing his hairy ass. The Latino proceeds to rim him. Fuck. I want that ass. With either my tongue or cock, I don’t care which. The Latino soon tires of the rimjob—when he realizes, even with the extra stimulation, I’m not going to blow a load easily. He takes off. My cocksucker needs to get off his knees, too. He stands. He moves to the couch in the bigger room. He sits, with his pants around his ankles. “Let me blow you some more—I want your load.” I walk over and feed him my dick. The bearded sucker has a nice thick cut cock himself. I still want his ass and decide to see if I can get it. I finally pull out of his mouth. He leans back on the couch. I go to my knees and take him into my mouth. I manage to wet my middle finger as I start to suck and it begins to worm into the sucker’s tight, hairy hole. He gasps—but he doesn’t tell me to stop. I am already at the first knuckle of my long bony finger. He is breathing fast. ‘Come on,’ I think, ‘say you’d rather have my dick in there.’ I move to licking his balls. He strokes his own cock and my entire finger slides into him. “Oh, fuck me,” he whispers. My head comes up—just in time to catch his explosion of cum. I swallow all of it, letting my finger slide out of his ass. He grins, cleans up, thanks me and says he may be back for more. I go eat my lunch out in my car… * It is likely 45 minutes since the cum appetizer and then my sandwich. I am back in the chair in the alcove—the one with the view. I have a fat, uncut cock in my mouth belonging to this guy who looks like he drives truck. He is constantly telling me: “I’m gonna give you my load. Be ready for it. My big load…” and so on. There is movement behind us. It’s the bearded cocksucker. He has come back. He goes for my exposed, neglected dick while I continue to suck. The writings on the wall—with his great mouth and a thick, dripping, foreskinned cock in my mouth, I will be shooting like a fucking adolescent. I concentrate on servicing the guy in my mouth—but the cocksucker is so good, I can’t quite do it. I can feel my balls tighten. I work harder on the guy in my mouth. He seems close. It would be perfect if we could blast at the same time. I try hard to make that happen. But it’s too much. I erupt deep in the bearded guy’s throat. The trucker-type pulls out of my mouth as I convulse and hang onto the bearded guy’s head. The bearded cocksucker stays there, just working his throat—milking me dry. I finally have to pull out. I am actually speechless. And panting. Bearded cocksucker comes up, I think to kiss me. But it’s not my mouth—it’s to take the Trucker’s load down his throat, so it doesn’t spew all over my chest… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Trading Loads at the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2022. -
Hey guys. Sorry for the long build-up and scene setting...the good stuff will start soon. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 1 I woke slowly, sluggishly, not sure where I was. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t seem to make my limbs obey. I had an itch on my forehead but even though it stung, I couldn’t move either arm to scratch. It took me another minute to realize that I was tied down, my arms held in place with what felt like velvet ropes. First reaction: panic! I opened my eyes and panicked further. I was naked and my skin tingled; as my vision cleared, I realized that most of my body hair had been removed and that my butt hole felt sore. I was restrained on some kind of platform covered with black velvet: my arms were held out from my sides; my legs were free, but there were stirrups like an examination table at a doctor’s office. It was a little chilly, as if I were in a basement room, though I was covered with a shiny black satin sheet that was embroidered in gold. I craned my neck, but couldn’t really see it; it was some kind of symbol. I could just make out a crescent shape on one side superimposed over a circle and what looked like some kind of insect superimposed. My neck started to feel the strain, so I let it drop back onto the platform. The floor of the room looked to be thickly carpeted, and the walls were covered with heavy looking tapestries that showed guys having sex. In front of the tapestries were a couple rows of wooden pews. There didn’t appear to be a door, at least not that I could see, and definitely no windows. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The tapestries gave me a good idea of what was coming, no pun intended. I tried to piece together my memories…maybe I’d be able to figure a way out of here? I was a freshman in college, and had been invited to a Friday night party by a guy I’d met during orientation, a knockout upperclassman: tall, lean and muscular with dark hair and eyes that contrasted with his pale skin, reminding me of the actor who played the vampire in that British TV series. He introduced himself as Mike, said that he represented the newest fraternity on campus (Alpha Iota Delta Sigma), and that he thought I was a perfect candidate to pledge with them. I told him I didn’t think of myself as “Greek life” material and had no intention of joining up, but he said he really wanted me to come, and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. What the hell, I figured; I could get a free drink and didn’t have to join, but I’d be happy to hang with Mike, especially since it seemed like he was interested. The last thing I remembered was lying on his bed, drinking some wine he’d insisted on giving me even though I’d asked for a Diet Coke. Then, it got increasingly fuzzy. Idiot, I thought. He drugged me, but I couldn’t understand why. He already had me in his bed, had quizzed me about my sexual experiences in high school, eliciting the information that I’d never been fucked in the ass and wasn't sure I wanted to. But I’d been ready to do whatever he wanted. And that was when he'd pressed the glass of wine on me, telling me to drink up, that I needed to relax. Idiot, I chastised myself again. I had absolutely no idea how long I’d been in this room, trussed up and ready for…I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Maybe this was just some kind of weird hazing routine? But I didn’t recall saying that I’d pledge, so how could I be getting hazed already? Was there such a thing as pre-hazing? I heard a sound behind me – a door opening? – and there was a slight draft that cut off abruptly. Mike appeared wearing only a loincloth, having discarded his t-shirt and jeans. His body was beautifully cut and sculpted, with six-pack abs, perfectly symmetrical pecs and well-developed biceps. I could see the outline of his large dick tenting the thin, gauzy loin cloth, and I gulped and licked my lips. It must have been nerves that made me blurt out: “Okay, very funny. Now will you untie me and let me out of here?” Mike said, “Sorry, can’t do that.” “But why? We were in your bed, it wasn’t like I was fighting you off.” He grinned, “Yeah, you got me hot,” he said looking down. Then he stepped up on the velvet platform, and took my legs over his shoulders. “I wish I could have dicked you right then, but there are rules and regulations and rituals that have to be observed in this fraternity. It’s unique.” Judging by my circumstances, that seemed accurate. “What kind of ritual?” I asked nervously. “It’s your initiation,” he answered. “But I didn’t even agree to join!” I exclaimed. “Huh. So you were just after my body?” he said, with a mocking smile. I didn’t have any answer to that. It was true. I’d wanted to get laid…and that’s how I’d ended up here. “Just relax,” he said, rubbing against me, a little precum staining his loincloth. “I’ll be with you the whole time. Just concentrate on me.” A gong sounded. I looked around, afraid of what it meant. “Gotta get a grip,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing to my right at my feet. “They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I felt the door open and heard voices chanting and bells ringing and smelled the heavy perfume of incense. “Ave libidinem” chanted a basso voice. “Hail to lust,” answered a chorus of male voices. “Fratres, in cupiditate” chanted the bass voice again. “Brothers in lust,” the chorus answered. As the room filled with guys they continued their antiphonal chant. Leading them was an older man: massive, muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a black robe that fell open as he walked, revealing the same kind loincloth that Mike wore. Following him, I thought I recognized others from the party. One guy swung an incense box that was smoking, others shook bells. They filed into the pews and turned to face me, then grew silent. Their leader stepped up on the platform where I was bound, circling around to stand at my head. I got a good look up his loincloth – I assumed that was the point of that maneuver – and could see that he had a hairy body and an immense, pierced dick. Ouch! was all I could think. Oh, God, was that part of the initiation? I shuddered, and then realized that I hadn’t felt any “jewelry” when Mike was humping my butt. I breathed thanks for small favors, proving just how dire my situation was. The guys assembled were a range of body types and races. So they believe in diversity, that’s good. I was grasping at straws, trying to distract myself from speculating on what was coming. All were dressed like Mike: white gauze loincloths that revealed more than they hid. I was tied up, naked and helpless in a room full of barely dressed men. I had a feeling my ass wasn’t going to be virgin after this night.
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Those Blue Balls Unload
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2021 After leaving one bookstore blue balled on Friday afternoon, I went to my usual haunt on Saturday night. I got there a little later than usual—just after 9:30pm… There are all the usual suspects in the straight theatre. Doing nothing. I go next door. A blow job is in progress. A big beefy white guy is getting head from a Latin guy (who swears he’s straight, but is always begging for my cock up his ass.) Neither man is bothered in the least that I walk in on them. The beefy guy waves me over before I can sit down. “Get your cock out,” he tells me. I unbutton. His thick hand grasps my dick, bringing it to full hardness. I tell him not to squeeze so tightly as he begins moving his paw up and down my shaft. “Try his mouth.” The Latin guy has blown me before. He knee walks over to my cock. The moment he begins to suck me, his free hand goes down the back of his sweat pants to finger his hole. I have sworn off fucking the Latino. He either can’t, or won’t, clean out. But I enjoy his mouth—certainly more than the Beefy Guy’s hand. There is a hot moment as Beefy Guy steps closer—forcing his slightly above average cock into the Latin’s mouth. I love that our cock heads are now bumping together as they are licked, smearing our pre-cum on each other. The Latino moves to sucking one and then the other. He takes Beefy Guy to the root. He manages three quarters of my cock. Back and forth. Back and… The door opens. A man I recognize as a frequent patron comes in. He’s likely my age and paleness. His cock is always hard. He walks in and joins the two of us feeding the Latino. He is hard and dripping as his cock springs free. We let him have the guy’s mouth. He instantly grabs the Latino’s ears, holding him in place, as he face fucks him. “I’m gonna fuck you,” he announces. His voice is quiet, but determined. The Latino is on his feet instantly, pushing his sweatpants down to his ankles. He grabs the back of a chair and pushes his ass out. The new guy spits on his cock and pushes into him. “Fuck him,” whispers Beefy Guy. Then he turns to me. “You going to fuck him?” I shake my head. “Then fuck me.” The man pulls another chair away from the wall. He unbuckles and his jeans are pushed to his knees. It’s a hot, thick ass—with lots of hair. I go to my knees and rim him until he is begging for my dick. I stand up. “You want this raw cock?” “Oh, yeah…” I slide into him. He’s a little tight, but he opens fast. The other top is railing into the Latino. I quickly match his speed. This is just what I need. The other top senses it first. He pulls out and his cock is a mess. He swears and tries to find tissues in his pants. I slow down…and the hole I’m fucking is just as bad. Bad enough I can’t power through it. I grab the napkins in my pocket, wrap my cock and beat the other top to the restroom… * When I finally feel clean again, I let the other guy into the restroom. On my way back to the theatres, I walk by the attendant. “Thirty minutes to closing,” he announces. I must look at him incredulously. The store closes at 2am. “Covid rules,” he smirks, “We are closing at eleven.” He goes off to the soda machine. I hear the other top come out of the bathroom. He goes right for his car. I go back into gay theatre. Empty. The straight theatre has two men in it. One man, a little older than me, is jerking. He covers himself as I walk in. I go back next door. I sit and stroke to the gay porn. I will get off tonight, one way or another. Time passes. The door opens. It is the stroking guy from next door. He leans against the wall across from me and unzips. Not so shy now. He has an average cock, but with what looks like a long foreskin. We stroke in silence. “May I suck you?” he finally whispers. “Sure.” He gets to his knees. His skill level is only average—but still what I need right now. There is a knock on the door. “Ten minutes,” the clerk squalls, not coming in. “Lick my balls,” I hiss. He does, as I jerk. I am so damn close. I can hear him beating his own cock as his tongue leaves my hairy sack wet. “Five minutes!” I groan. And beat harder. My licker is suddenly up on his feet. “Take me…” he pleads. I lean forward and his cock erupts in my mouth. This sets me off, too. And I shoot—finally! But all over his work pants that are bunched around his ankles…. The original, and some choice comments, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Those Blue Balls Unload (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 2, 2021 -
The Continued Corruption of Cute Boy
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—October, 2021 I finally returned to my usual bookstore for my first play of October. It was fairly dead. But it still merits an entry for the continued corruption of Cute Boy—getting him to play in public and not locked away from other’s eyes. (If you need to read the earlier entry, you will find it here.) The porn in the gay cinema is the hottest I have seen here for quite some time. It has a slightly harder edge to it—lots of ass to mouth, cum in the ass, cleaning of cock afterwards and even snowballing—not at all like the vanilla, condomed movies that often end up on the big screen television here. I enjoy the first scene, all alone in the room. By the second scene, a couple of men have stopped by—taking a break it would seem from being alone in the maze. Neither linger. The third to come into the room is a very large man of around my age, who I recognize from here. He gives excellent head—and his eyes light up when he sees me. He sits across from me. I nod to him. I let him get settled. He likes the movie, too. I can tell by the continual kneading of his crotch. I stand up—my hard, slicked up cock swinging. I take it to his mouth. He engulfs it. He gives me the exquisite service I remember. Instantly, as if a lighted sign had flashed in the lobby that sex was happening, two men come in. One takes my vacated seat and the other lingers by the door, watching. I turn slightly so they can both see more. Neither opens their pants, but their eyes watch us, not the movie. I now do a little face fucking to change it up. And the door opens again. It is Cute Boy. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me, his hand still on the door knob. The man by the door reaches for Cute Boy’s crotch. CB pushes him away and goes to sit way down front. He will have to turn to watch me. I wait. He turns—and watches me use the large man’s mouth for my pleasure. I finally pull out and thank the guy by squeezing his shoulder. With my seat taken, I move down to where Cute Boy is sitting. I stand in front of him. “Suck my dick.” He is totally conflicted again. Not only is it in front of others, but I am still wet with spit from some man who he likely considers unattractive. I wait. All eyes are on us. The man by the door pulls out his cock to stroke. I smack Cute Boy’s immaculately shaved cheek with my wet cock. He grimaces—and opens his mouth. He begins to suck—nervously glancing at the others in the room. “Good boy.” It sounds louder in the hushed room then I mean it to be. But it makes him really work on my dick. His hand comes up to jerk me so he can just lick the head. “No hands,” I tell him firmly. “Just your mouth.” Now the other spectator unzips and begins to stroke. Even my initial cock sucker undoes his pants and sticks his hand inside. Cute Boy is working hard, but is only taking perhaps three quarters of my cock down his throat. I hold the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. I give him maybe just half of my dick. He ovals his cute mouth and takes it. I go a little deeper. Maybe two thirds of my shaft now. Spittle is coming out of the sides of his mouth. I step up to almost the whole shaft. He is tearing up, but refuses to give in. Finally he chokes…and I pull out, ruffling his hair and calling him a “good boy.” Cute Boy is now hard. His jeans are tented. “Take off your pants. I want to suck your cock.” He willingly unzips. “No, all the way off.” He pauses. Then stands up, unbuckles and drops his jeans to his ankles. He sits on the metal chair. I kneel and lick the pre-cum off his cock head. He sighs. I take him into my mouth. I do all the things the big man did to me, now with my tongue. After a bit I push him back, so he is leaning against the back of the chair. My finger finds his hole. This sends something akin to an electrical shock through him. His hand finds my arm and pushes it away. I spit on my finger and touch his pucker again. He looks at all the men watching him about to take my finger up his tight asshole. He is so conflicted for others to see him do something so intimate. But my wet finger is giving him too much pleasure. He relaxes and his ass welcomes me up to the first knuckle. “Stroke your cock.” I begin to lick his balls and finger fuck his ass. Every man in the room is stroking, one way or another. It raises the temperature of the room. I pull my finger out and spit on it again. I go deeper. I find his prostate and stroke. “Ohhhh….” He sighs. “Cum for me.” He concentrates. He strokes harder. And faster. It takes a long time. My erection actually goes down I am working so hard on him. He suddenly shudders. Cute Boy shoots. Two or three tiny drops…but he looks totally spent. The other three men leave, making no move to play. We clean up—and that is that… Except Cute Boy has done a few more things in public that he has never done before… The original, with the link to an earlier story about this cut young man, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Continued Corruption of Cute Boy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 22, 2021 -
"Daddy, Lick It Up..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2021 The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore. He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it. So we met soon after. It was a disaster. I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest. We started. And stopped. Started. And stopped. And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day. Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all. It was the piss boy who lives north of me. He sent me text just before class that he was super horny. Could I fill him with piss later tonight? No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex. He wouldn’t arrive until very late. I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill. I thought long and hard. A new text arrived: “Please, Daddy!!!?!” I said yes. In the early evening I got one more text. “Can I dress slutty?” I knew he had a fem side. I said yes to that, too. He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst. He is still lanky and just as tall. His hair is long. He is maybe 25. He strips to a lime green thong. The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem. A lacy crop top covers his thin chest. The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees. He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon. My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly. “Open wide, Boy.” “Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs. “It’s been so long….” And it has been a full year since we met. I dig my cock out of the pouch. It goes in his mouth. He knows not to close down. In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water. He moans deliciously as I empty into him. He takes every drop. The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness. He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base. “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.” He takes me to the root before I can respond. I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.” “Does Daddy want to taste my ass?” I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth. I connect with his hole. He is tight. My tongue burrows in. He sighs and moans in the back of this throat. I eat his ass for a long time. I am surprised when I realize I can piss again. I stand up and flood his crack. It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can. “Daddy, lick it up. Please….” I go to my knees and lick up every drop. When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack. I take my dick up to his mouth. He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head. I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls. They are sweaty from the day and the exercise. Boy starts to clean them. “I want to suck them properly…” I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs. This is really nice. I lie there. I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me. Individually—lovingly lapping them. And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once. He goes to my perineum, instead. “Come sit on my face.” The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way. “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!” I prod open his now wet hole. “I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…” I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise. Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him. “Let’s do the sling. I need to piss.” I get him situated. His eyes never leave the mirror above. My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong. I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me. I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole. I stop before I’m empty. I lick him clean and do it again… * It’s late. I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home. “I want your load in my mouth.” He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed. “Give me your cum, Daddy.” “Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” I lie on the bed, spread eagled. He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest. I stroke. Lightly, but intently. Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum. He sighs over this with a “I want more!” I increase my stroke. I am almost there. “Get ready,” I bark. He hovers above my dick. “Argh!” And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum. I am really shaking, the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense. He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again. I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest. “Wait,” I tell him. “I think I have some piss for your ride home.” My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got….. The original: From My Side of the Sling: "Daddy, Lick It Up..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 19, 2021 -
I’m a 24 year old submissive black guy, looking for a dominant white guy to degrade me and use my throat. Will provide pics and info if you’re interested. If you have friends who want head too, that’s even better.
