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Vegas oct 10, 11. Thurs Fri nights. Probably get a room at Entourage to take loads, eat hole and breed boys.
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The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—February, 2023 The next morning, Evan had to jump in the car and take off to see some friends. I had to hit the road, too. I was going to Chicago to see my favorite furry scent pig, Zane. He came to my house in September, so I was more than pleased to be asked to his house, while his housemates were away. It was an uneventful drive into the city; the best kind to have. Being a Saturday, I lucked out on traffic and got to his house in the middle of the afternoon. We talked—finding it hard to keep our hands off each other. We set up his sling and had an early dinner. Zane sent me up to the bed, which was next to the sling, on the third floor. He told me to close my eyes while he walked the dogs and got in the shower. I did as I was told, fully dressed. I actually dozed off… I am aware of someone near me, before I have a furry naked man, still damp from the shower, on top of me. Zane unbuttons my shirt. The moment it is open, his mouth finds my right pit. He snuffles in it happily—and brings the taste to my mouth. We kiss. Lightly for a moment and then with growing urgency. When he breaks free, he repeats the process with the other side. This kiss becomes longer. And I fully erect in my jeans, thanks to his squirming ass sitting on it all. Zane feels it and grinds his naked ass on the denim. Then he scoots down, unbuckling and unbuttoning. He pulls my dick free and takes it deep into his throat. He finally comes up for air and comes back to kiss me. He reaches back, as our mouths meet, and makes sure my rampant cock is in the furry valley between his butt cheeks. I eventually pull out of the kiss. I get rid of my clothes. I find the new jock in my bag and step into it, telling Zane we need to work on getting it dirty. My boots go back on. Then I lie back down on the bed, spread eagled. “Now, suck my cock some more—before you sit on my face.” Zane gets right to it, kneeling between my splayed legs. He sucks the dripping head, He deep throats me; he licks my hairy balls, digging his tongue into the join of ball sack and cock ring. Before long, he can’t help but come and settle that furry young ass on my face. He grinds into me, panting out his need. “Get me good and wet for your dick,” he murmurs. This makes me stop stroking and concentrate on just my tongue reaming him out. Zane moans. The sound makes me work harder yet. He finally pulls off me and takes his wet ass back to my dick. He lowers himself onto my cock. “Fuck, I’m so full…” He sits for a moment, adjusting. Now he begins riding me. Moving higher off my dick with each bounce. Over and over. Suddenly he pulls off me and the next thing I know, his ass is covering my face. His freshly fucked hole is so open now. My tongue roots around inside of me. Zane moans. He lets me rim for a long time, then slowly moves so we are chest to chest again. And kissing, sharing the taste of ass juices and precum… * We’ve moved to the sling. I am balls deep inside him. I wait as he uncaps some poppers and takes a long hit. The moment I see the cap go back on I am thrusting into him. Fast and hard. The sling frame groans and begins to sway. I stand stock still and let the sling do the work. It rocks back onto my cock and then off. Over and over, a little less each time. I grab the D-rings and push and pull it in the same way, while I stand still. But soon enough, my hips take over and I am fucking him hard, his wet ass making delicious sounding slaps as my hips and his butt cheeks collide. I go to my knees and eat him out again. He is a great ass lube producer. I lick and spit and swallow. I keep some of our juices in my mouth as I come up and slide my cock into him again. I lean across his torso. He opens his mouth and I dribble the juices into it. We kiss once again. And I fuck. I force my cock into the pouch of the new jock. I won’t all fit now, but I try. I grind the still mostly white pouch against his ass. Zane laughs, but the owner of the jock will be thrilled. I take my cock out and go back inside him. I fuck. And fuck. A water break. I blindfold him. I eat his pits out—and kiss him after each. I eat his ass—and kiss him. Sharing. I fuck him. I bring my cock to his mouth. I feed him poppers—and fuck him again. I go to my bag, telling him I am leaving him blindfolded for a moment. I have brought the wrist and ankle restraints. I buckle them on him as he lies there. Ankles first. Then wrists. The blindfold comes off. Zane loves the look of them on him. I fuck him once more, briefly, before I get him up and out of the sling and to the bed. He sits next to the hog tie clips. He knows just what I want. I clip his wrists to it. He rolls onto his back, bringing his ankles up, so I can do the same there. His hole is right there—my cock is rubbing it as I fasten his ankles. It is the easiest thing in the world to slip into him. I press the clip toward his chest. His ass rolls up for a better angle. We fuck with him bound and at my whim. I pull out for a moment and let his for appendages rest a moment. Then I push it down to his chest and enter him again. I fuck his wet ass relentlessly. This time when I pull out, I slip down to the floor and soothe his hole with my tongue. “I want to do that to you.” “Hog-tie me?” I ask. He grins and shakes his head. “Eat your ass.” I release him. He wants me in the sling, not on the bed. I get in. He hands me the poppers after he takes a long hit. I wait for mine. His tongue finds my hole. It is electric. I groan and take the hit. I don’t get my ass eaten often—but I always let guys who love to do it. Zane licks and spits and pokes into my hole. He kisses me. Bringing the taste of my hole to my mouth. I don’t want him to stop. Finally, we each take another hit and do it all again… * It is late now. We need to breed and go to bed. Zane is back in the sling. I bend, still inside him, and kiss him once more. He feeds me poppers, knowing it will trigger me. I begin to fuck…but I want his hole on my mouth. I bend and lick his juicy ass. It’s just what my cock needs. I stand up and slide back in. “Breed me!” I can’t quite form words—I am so intent on my orgasm. I thrust two, maybe six time—and I’m there. I convulse, firing off what feels like a large amount of semen into his already wet hole. I hang onto the top bars of the sling frame as Zane strokes his erection. He splatters cum, as only a young man can, in a massive explosion, all over his hairy chest. I let go and hold onto him. Still not pulling out. Marinating in his ass. We kiss. Finally, I pull out. I drop to my knees and lick up the few drops of my load that is running out of him. Zane moans—and I stand up to feed it to him… The original, with a pic of his hairy ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 30, 2023 -
"Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—January, 2022 I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state. I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore. I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be… It’s Saturday afternoon. The parking lot is busy. The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected. I go in and buy my ticket for the lounge—where there are six or seven viewing stations for different types of porn. “Sure you don’t want the combo—so you can use the booths downstairs?” I assure her that the lounge is fine. She sighs. I have seemingly offended her. I smile and go in. After all the sunshine on the snow outside, it seems darker than usual in here. At first glance, I don’t see very many men—maybe that’s why she was trying to send me downstairs to the booths. I make the tour to see. There is one man watching the Trans porn. No one at the straight flicks or the all girl video. There is an older guy watching young men fuck women older than 50. The bondage screen has no viewers. I go down the long hallway to the gay area—where there are two screens. One man is in the larger room and another in the smaller alcove. And I know one of them—socially but not sexually. We nod to each other. He quickly puts away his cock and heads to another area. I sit in the bigger room. I unbutton and stroke. The porn is indifferent. I hear the door to the lounge squeak open and shut. I wait as the man makes the same rounds I did. He arrives. He looks at me and unzips before sitting in a chair to my left. It’s the Marathoner: the runner who is a huge cocked top, but loves me to eat his ass as he strokes. We nod to each other. His cock is likely only half an inch longer than me, but he is much thicker. The few times I have tried to suck it, I am feel like I am all teeth on him—there is no way to cover them with my lips, my mouth is so stretched. But he doesn’t really want that from me anyway… He stands up and feeds me his dickhead just long enough to get it wet. He turns and bends—his ass inches from my face. It is a muscle butt. He is obviously still running. I poke my tongue dead center of his pucker. He gasps and strokes harder. “You’re the only guy who eats me…” he whispers from under his mask. I go to town. I am up and down his fairly hairy crack. Each time I pass his hole I jab it with my tongue. And it’s beginning to open for me. I am leaning across the arm of a sofa to get at him. I can connect—but it’s awkward. He finally senses it and comes around front so I can have better access. I spit and prod and lick. The man from the small room has come out to stroke and watch. The Marathoner does not like this. He gives him a withering stare and the guy returns to his porn. I hold on to the Marathoner’s hips and begin tongue fucking him. He is stroking his cock and moaning loudly. Suddenly he pulls away from me. I think he must be about to shoot. No. He is trying to sit on my super hard cock. What the fuck!? He prods himself with me four or five times. I don’t ever go in—but it makes his hole open up. Then he repositions himself for more licking. Fuck. I can taste my precum on his hole. The old Marathoner would freak out if he knew that. I know he’s on PrEP now—is he occasionally bottoming? I stroke my wetter cock and continue to rim. I find my lube bottle and lube my dick for better stroking. Suddenly he pulls away again and does the same bounce on me. He groans in the back of his throat with each bounce. My cockhead is going farther into him. He groans. I am about to enter him… And a guy walks into our room. The Marathoner is off my cock and out of the room, doing up his pants as he goes. I don’t see him the rest of the day. * I have moved to the Trans porn. The Latino who I met here and who came to the house (but could never get clean) is giving me head. His mouth is great today. I idly wonder if he can taste the Marathoner’s hole on me. He asks if I want to fuck him. I decline…and he goes off to the arcade downstairs. * I move to the small gay area. It is a good 20 minutes since I have seen anyone else. A young blond in a baseball cap comes in. College age and slender. He looks at my cock and sits in the chair on the other side of the room. He pulls out a slender six incher. I stroke to the porn, he strokes to me. He has gotten rid of his winter coat before sitting down. But now he stands up and gets rid of his shirt. Then his pants—all tossed in a pile on the floor. He is now in nothing but thick socks and underwear pulled down under his balls for stroking freedom. We stroke. Now we are eyeing each other, not the porn. “Daddy, can I suck you?” I nod. He gets on all fours and crawls between my legs. His ass is a true bubble butt, straining against the tightness of the fabric. “Lick my balls first,” I tell him. He does. With lots of spittle left behind. He works his way up my shaft, ovals and proceeds to give me really good head.—but we both know what the other wants. “Fuck me?” “Sure.” “I hope you don’t use condoms—I want you raw.” This makes my cock drool. I let him lick it off before I stand up. He gets rid of the underwear and kneels in the chair I was sitting in, presenting his 20-something ass to me. I kneel and lick it. This makes him moan. He is very lightly haired—nothing in the crack, just a light fuzz circling his hole. Totally the opposite from the Marathoner—which turns me on even more. “Stick your raw dick in me.” I stand up and slap my cock on his wet crack. “Give it to me,” he moans. I prod his hole. Just the slightest pressure of my cock head makes it flower open. The boy obviously likes anal. “You like dick in your hole, don’t you?” “Only raw dick, Daddy. And only from real men.” I have sunk halfway into him. He stops talking and begins panting. I work the rest of me into him. “Fuck…” he hisses. “So much cock…” And it’s true. He is filled. The look of his butt taking me fully is intoxicating. I begin to fuck. “Do it. Fuck me. Fill me.” It becomes a chant for him. A piece of the phrase on every stroke of my cock. “Do it.” I grind my pubes into his hairless butt and pull almost all the way out. “Fuck me.” I pick up the tempo. I know this is not going to be a long fuck. “Fill me.” “That what you want?” “Cum in me. Make me yours…” I am damn close. I fuck him faster. Suddenly his ass clamps down on me. He squeals as he unloads his balls all over the seat of the chair. “FILL ME!” And I do. Spurt after spurt. Giving him just what he wanted… The original is here, with a good cock pic of me: From My Side of the Sling: “Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 6, 2022. -
Need to get my hole bred several times, I want to feel all that cum dripping from my hole. Hopefully it’ll look well used when they are done with it.
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"What Can I Do to Get You Off...?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—June, 2021 I was just about to start a mini contract—but one that would allow me no time for play at all. I wanted to take a few hours for myself—to empty my balls. It was a Saturday night. But I could not find a man to fuck online. On any site. So off I went to the bookstore… It looks pretty dismal here, too. The parking lot is fairly full, but the men must all be in the arcade. In the straight theatre, there are two guys. Both are sitting very close to the screen—which translates to “leave me alone.” I sit and watch for a bit—but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold. Through the low grating in the common wall between the theatres, I hear a chair scrape next door. I go to the gay side. One man is sitting and stroking. He is seated along the side wall, enjoying the decent bareback flick. I sit at the back and haul out my dick. The other man, a bearish daddy type, with a fairly full beard, nods to me—in a ‘welcome’ sort of way, not a ‘let me suck your dick’ kind of way. We stroke to the movie. We both seem to enjoy the talk that leads up to well photographed breeding—where, eventually, far more cum is pushed out of the bottom’s hole, than spattered around it. The door opens. Two men come in. One stands at the back and leaves quickly. The other finds a seat on the opposite wall to the Bear. He sits, opens his cut-offs and pulls out a long, thin hooded dick. We all sit and watch the movie, stroking happily and occasionally eyeing one of the other two. The door opens. A thin kid comes in—African American, just below medium height. He is wearing skinny jeans and a tee with the local university’s logo on it. His hair is cropped close to his skull. His handsome features smile as he sees our three white dicks being stroked. Without any talking or nods or sign language he walks to the long, thin dicked guy. He kneels in front of the spread legs, pushes the man’s hands off his dick and takes him deep into his throat. The guy gives a contented sigh to what is obviously an expert blow job. He lets the kid do all the work—and is shooting in no time. The sucker cleans every drop off him—so well that the guy takes out a fast food napkin to wipe himself up and puts it away unused. He pats the kid on the shoulder, zips up and leaves. The kid literally crawls across the floor to the big bear. The cock here is the exact opposite. A true beer can, not very long, but very thick. And cut, as far as I can tell. The Bear has stopped stroking and points his dick at the kid as he crawls towards it. In one movement, the kid swallows him down. I think about going over to work the Bear’s tits, but there is no time. The Bear is already convulsing down the kid’s throat. He grabs the kid’s shoulders and won’t let go as he bucks into the kid’s over stretched mouth. The Bear pushes him off his cock, buttons up and leaves. The kid stays in a huddle on the floor. I wait. Eventually his head comes up and he turns to me. “Please, Sir….” It’s a low whisper. I stand up—my cock jutting out, hard and throbbing. “Come here.” My voice is almost as hushed, but still commanding. The kid crawls to me. He just gazes at my cock. His hands, instinctively, go behind his back. “Please use me…” he breathes. I step forward. I slap my cock on his right cheek. And again on his left. “Open up.” He does. I push into him and let him do his work. He’s great. Great suction and even better tongue work. But if he thinks he’s going to get another load in 30 seconds, he doesn’t know me. He finally pulls off me, panting. I let him recover. Then I grab his chin and open his mouth for him. He ovals—and lets me fuck his face. After repeated strokes, I pull out. I notice his jeans are trying to tent with the tight fabric. “Lick my balls,” I tell him. I jerk my dick as his warm mouth is all over my hairy sack. I finally nod at him and he does his best to get me off at his own pace. He works really hard. He finally rocks back on his haunches—“What can I do to get you off…Sir?” I pause. Then. “Get naked.” “I can’t be fucked, Sir.” “Just do it.” He hurriedly stands and strips. He has a great natural body. And an incredible bubble butt. He kneels again. I let him suck. For a long time. I surprise him by kneeling myself in front of his kneeling form. My finger finds his tight pucker. I play around it, idly, as he pants. “I so want you in me, but I didn’t think that would happen here tonight,” he whispers in my ear. “Stand up and lean into my chair.” He does. Trembling a little. I turn, still on my knees, and bury my face in his ass. He may not have cleaned out—but he showered. I can taste the Dial soap. He whimpers as I tongue fuck him. His hand goes to his cock. I bat it away, stopping the rimming long enough to say, “Just enjoy it.” “Thank you, Sir.” I force myself to stop or I know I will want to fuck him. I turn his hips so he turns towards me. His hard, just above average, cock stares me in the face. I spit on it and pull him down so we are kneeling face to face again. “Kiss me. Taste your ass on my tongue.” His eyes widen. But he does it. And then groans as if I have fed him the most incredible delicacy. My finger finds his now wet hole. It pokes inside. Just. I break the kiss and bend him to suck my dick in this awkward way—but I want my finger in his pucker as he does it. He is moaning around my dick. I pull out of his mouth. Stand. He straightens up, still on his knees. My cock goes back into his mouth. I begin to drill into him. His hand goes to his cock—this time I let it happen. I am so fucking close. “You want my load?” I know the answer, but I want to hear him grunt out a “yes” without letting my cock out of his mouth. He makes some sort of affirmative sound. And I’m there. I fire volley after volley of hot seed into his throat—and then onto his tongue. He swallows it all. And licks me clean. It is only then that I see he has covered my boot with his own massive wad of cum… To see the original post follow the link: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/what-can-i-do-to-get-you-off.html -
Lately I have had this crazy fantasy about being in a porn. I want to try so much but don’t have much experience; I want to try slam, poppers and maybe g, I want to be tied up and only a diaper on. I think of a tall handsome black man who has me tied up and he’s sitting on my face making me eat his asshole. He also pisses in my mouth and he is gonna keep me tied up and pimp me out to other black gods all night. He has me on a dog collar and spanks me with his belt. I’ve never tasted cum before nor has anyone got off in my ass but I am certain he will make sure I do that. He said tomorrow when he takes a dump I have to suck his cock and anyone else’s as well. I’ve never done this before but I want to! I want to be a slave for a weekend!
