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This is my first try at erotica, and I know my grammar is shit. let me know what you think of this! I looked at the phone again, while pulling out a few clothing options. The message was simple - "I'm down with getting high, and hooking up - no discrimination here" from a profile of a furry, buff torso. I was intrigued. My experience with drugs was central to pot but meth and Molly were on the fringe. I had popped ecstasy once, snorted Molly, and meth wasn't something I was keen on. Yet. I always kept a bottle of poppers on me, and I certainly loved getting fucked while popperbating with my partner, but the side effects weren't great. A month prior to this text, I had a messy, embarrassing and odd experience with a guy near my house after trying to slam MDMA. I had ugly blotches on my skin, and my fear of needles was renewed; My skin couldn't take the slam, and without any kind of rush, the sex was uncomfortable fever dream. The first text was harmless, and in response to me showing interest in his profile on Grindr. "You look really cute, want to meet up and smoke up?" His profile was brief. Dominant top, and the thumbs up emoji next to a leaf. Under that, was a rocket emoji. The pics however, got me hard in seconds. His body was lean, but he had broad shoulders. His expansive, muscled chest was covered in a dense mat of grey and black fur,, which continued down to his underwear, which was stretched out entirely. I couldn't make out the size of his cock, but the bulge told me enough; he was hung, and hairy. I slipped a few fingers into my underwear and rubbed myself, working myself to lust over him. Work had been hectic, so I pinged him back "sure" to which he replied back. "How comfortable are you with a three way?" in honesty, I wasn't comfortable with them, but he was furry, older and his bulge looked enticing, so I shrugged and texted him back. "I haven't really hooked up with a lot of people to try out a threesome, but I'm passive and I always allow someone dominant to take the lead" I was biting down on my lip, my foot tapping away. "Don't worry, we won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, and better yet, you can speak to the other guy if you have any worries" he sent over a number and a name, and waited for me to text him back. At this point, I wanted him, I wanted pot, and I wanted sex. "I'll ping him, alright. By the way, I'm not fit, like you. A bit husky, in fact. I could send a few pictures, but they're all nudes. let me know if you'd like to see them?" "Sure" While I waited for his consent, I texted the other guy who responded almost Immediately, asking for my nudes and pictures. He sent his, and he was beautiful. His body was smooth, but muscled and cut, skin dark and his cock was uncut and lightly veined. I wanted both of them in me. I sent the same couple of pics over to the furry daddy, and sat at the edge of my bed, waiting for their replies. I'm not built all buff and muscled, but I'm on the huskier side and in my early twenties. I have curves where one could have rock hard muscles, and my body was slightly voluptuous when I undressed. Whenever I messaged men who looked like these two, I felt my insecurity build up, but I dismissed the thought. "You look amazing. Let me show you what daddy looks like naked, boy" I felt a shiver run down my spine, to the tip of my cock. It was massive; ten inches hard, with a veins all over, thick and surrounded by neat, dense pubic hair. I had to feel him in me. His balls were massive, draping the underneath of the his hard cock and at the base, he wore a thick stainless steel cock ring. I was completely hard now, and my pants were on the floor. My shirt was pulled up, my legs spread open and a finger rolling a nipple. Fuck, I needed him. "You really are hot! When can I come over to your place?" I wasn't ready to call him daddy yet, but it was on the tip of my tongue. "Freshen up, and come over in an hour, let me get ready as well. I'll keep the door unlocked for you" He dropped a pin a few other details of his hotel and told me to walk right in. the next few seconds were a blur. I picked up my poppers, a fresh pair of shorts, a shirt and bolted to the bathroom to prep myself. It took me a good hour to trim the short hairs on my body, leaving me smooth all over, and a few minutes in that to douche my hole. I slipped a few fingers in, and my hole relaxed. I grinned to myself; I was ready. I spritzed myself with some mild perfume and deodorant, slipped a few condoms, lube and a joint into my travel kit and paused at the front door. I slipped off my shorts, chucked my underwear into the laundry bin and slipped the shorts back on. NOW I was ready. I hailed a cab, and as I hopped on, sent him a text "On my way, see you soon!" To which he responded with a thumbs up. As I made my way there, I kept flipping back to the pictures, looking at his naked body. I was hard again, and my hole throbbed. The hotel wasn't hard to find, and after crossing the lobby, I leapfrogged up the stairs to his floor. My eyes wandered around the corridor, looking for his room number and I zeroed in on the last door. I took a deep breath, and knocked. A voice from inside yelled out to me enter. His voice was deep, and it cracked, indicating his age. I slipped in, my heart hammering in my ribcage. The room itself was alright - two beds, a couple of bags on the floor and by a study, mellow artwork on the walls. My eyes roved around the room searching for something more, some identifier of this man. Hi voice boomed out again "I'm just taking a quick shower, why don't you smoke some pot? I've left a joint near the TV for you. I'll be out in a minute." I found the joint and lit it, sitting at on the edge of the twin bed, ash tray next to me. The pot was alright, but mine was better. I put it out an pulled mine out and lit it, taking a deep drag and exhaling a plume of smoke upwards. The bathroom door opened up, and he emerged in a haze of steam and pot vapour. his face was covered in a thick, large beard, and he had shaved his head. He was taller than me, and he looked a bit older, but nothing deceptive. His cock was soft, but it pushed his underwear to its limits, a few tufts of hair poking out form the sides. "Hi" he said, wiping himself down, smiling at me. I was in a daze, and I smiled back. "Hi" His hand stretched out and he patted my cheek and grinned. "You really are cute. Exactly like your pics" I blushed. "I mean, you're hotter than the pics. I love older men, particularly hairy bald daddies like you" I blushed harder, after calling him daddy. I never got used to it. He laughed, deep and with timbre and pulled me up for a soft, quick kiss. "I'm so happy you're here. the other guy wasn't very keen, so he backed out. It's just you and me today, so we can take our time" he took the joint from me and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke past my opened lips, his tongue dabbing them and flicking back in. I smiled, my eyes half lidded. "I preferred it if it were just us, either way." I kissed him back and placed a hand on his chest, feeling it rise. As he deepened the kiss, his large hand wrapped around the back of my head. The kiss was urgent, and I felt his beard brush over my face. I whimpered softly, my lust for him overriding my senses. He broke the kiss slowly, the tips of tongues tapping each other and he gently pushed me down on the bed. "Let me get dressed, and let's grab some dinner. Works for you?" I was mildly stoned by now and a smile erupted over my lips, and I nodded, dazed. He slipped on a T shirt, and pulled up a pair of shorts, but my eyes were on that bulge and how it pushed up as he slid into the shorts. "I know you want it, but be patient, we have the entire night and the day tomorrow." he was watching me, and behind the grin, his eyes were dark and filled with hunger. He wanted me as well. "I don't eat much when I bottom, but I don't mind grabbing a juice or something else" He nodded and picked up the hotel phone, ordering a few things while he kept his eyes on me and a hand on his bulge, rolling a thumb over it. Order completed, he placed the phone back and pulled the study chair to face me, plucking the joint from my hands and taking a drag. "What do you do?" I lit the other joint and looked back at him. "I'm an architect, but I've just begun working. What about you?" His eyebrow raised with appreciation. "That's pretty cool. I'm a life coach, but I run a small textile firm as well. I'm down in town for a small conference, where I have a talk." I nodded, and took a short drag, exhaling upwards. "So are you ready to get high today?" he asked, his eyes watching me closely, as he blew out a plume of smoke. I nodded, meekly. I was blushing like a virgin. His grin was back and his hand ran along my thigh as he leaned in. "I will fuck you so hard today, it will be worth it." I was hard as a rock now, biting down on my bottom lip and staring at him with desire in my eyes. He grabbed the joint from me and put them both out and stood up exhaling deeply. I watched him as he opened up his luggage and pulled out a few stoppered jars and a small plastic bottle of some homeopathic medication. "It's not medicine, if that's what you were thinking. When I fly, I just stuff a few chunks of meth in here so that nobody could figure it out, and it's worked so far." He proceeded to open the bottle and pull out a fluff of cotton and shook it, showing me what lay inside. "Have you tried meth? I keep at least five to six grams on me at all times, and the stuff I have is pure." I shook my head. "I've just begun exploring MDMA, but after the last time I tried it, I've been avoiding it." His eyes glimmered with a fraction of disappointment, but he shook it away and smiled. "Well, I do have some ecstasy and MDMA. How about we try that?" I wasn't averse to it, so I told him it was fine. He pulled out a small kit from his bag and took out a few packets. One had crushed powder like shards, and the other was brown, and sticky looking. The third had a few bluish pills, and he took one of them out of the packet, placing it on a small mirror. He crushed the blue pill with a credit card and smushed it until four lines remained. "Care to do a few lines with me?" he had me kneel down before him, with his legs on either side. The heat was palpable here. At this point, my skin was hot and my throat dry. I leaned back into his open legs and looked up, and he passed a short straw into my hands. He had taken two hits already, and his cock was hard and pressing into my back. I gulped and bent over, snorting the two lines. It burned for a few seconds, but he assured me, that was the right reaction. Hi voice was husky and low now and he took my hand and placed it over his expanding bulge. "Feel me, boy. I'm so hard for you right now." my hands felt the tightness of his his shorts as his cock throbbed in my hands, and in that moment, all I could feel was his need for me. He turned my head upwards to him and asked me a question in a softer tone, while he kept my hand on his bulge. "Fuck dinner. Have you slammed before?" "No. Not well, maybe." My mind was blank as he arose, while I lay kneeling and he unbuttoned his shorts. "Inhale me, boy". I tentatively held on to his thighs and pressed my lips into the arching bulge, inhaling the scent of the soap, mild sweat, and intoxicating precum. "Let me slam you, boy" I pulled back. "Well, it's just that I have sensitive skin, so when anyone jabs me in the forearm my skin bruises easily." "I don't need to slam you there." He pulled me up and slid a hand into my shorts, worming his palm between my ass cheeks. I exhaled as his fingers found my hole and he rolled his index over it, all the while kissing my neck. The ecstasy was working, as I opened up my body to him and his index slipped inside my cunt. He exhaled, a light growl in his voice. "Trust me, boy. I won't harm you at all. Let me do this for you, just trust me." A moan escaped my lips as he pushed my hand into his underwear and pushed his turgid cock into my hand. "I want you, and you want me. Let's just let go and have nothing holding us back." He peppered urgent, hot kisses along my neck and arched his buttock upwards, sliding his ten inch cock, wet with precum, through my palm. I gasped softly as he pushed another finger into my cunt and biting my lip, eyes lidded, I nodded my assent. Growling, he pulled my face to his and kissed me, his fingers gently slipping out of my hole. We backed away from each other, faces flushed and in heat. I glanced to my side, where a full wall mirror reflected my sluttiness. My lips were moist, my hair disheveled, and my eyes were hungry. I could trust him. I think I really could. "Sit." he commanded, pulling up a pillow and motioning before him. I gave him my hand and sat down, and he pulled out a strap and two large syringes. Both were filled up. "You might be new to this, but your body can tolerate a higher dose. Don't worry, I've done this enough times to know." "How much?" I enquired as he tightened the strap around the base of the wrist and pulled up the syringe with a light brown, clear liquid. "Don't worry. I would typically start you out with eight units, but given we have today and tomorrow, I'm giving you twelve." he scrutinised the needle and tapped it, raising it to the light. "I need to make sure there are no bubbles, so you won't be harmed. Just remember, I won't do anything top harm you." he smiled at me and caressed my face. "Clench your fist a few times for me, lightly" I gave him a shaky smile in return and continued to observe him. He ran his long fingers along the ridges around my knuckles and after a few second, located a vein. "This area of the hand is tricky, given the nerves here. The effect is the same, though." He pulled out an alcohol swab and rubbed it along the area and looked up at me. "Alright now. This will pinch for a second, but do exactly as I say." I nodded again. He pushed the tip of syringe into my skin along the enlarged vein, hands steady. A small puff of blood appeared at near the point within the liquid and he whispered, "Slowly, open the strap." breathing heavily, I did as he asked, the strap falling away on the pillow. He pulled the plunger a bit, and blood poured into the syringe. "Good work." and pushed it in, slowly. I felt no pain, just mild discomfort. it felt like cold water had been poured into my hand as he depressed the plunger to the base. He pulled another alcohol pad and placed it over the injection point and looked up at, pulling it out. "Hold down on this spot, gently, and raise your arm." The last time I tried this out, I felt nothing, and had no idea what was coming. A cough escaped my lips and I felt something warm, hot and different. My skin exploded into a million sensations as a cold and warm blanket surrounded my brain. My cock and cunt throbbed and I felt lust, and empathy, and as I locked eyes with him, complete hunger for this absolute daddy before me. "You alright?" he asked, predatory eyes locked in on my convulsions. I gasped out a few words but I was otherwise incoherent. He smiled again and walked to the bathroom, switching off the bedroom light, bathing the room in a soft amber glow. "Get comfortable boy. I'm going to slam and join you." I moaned and nodded, getting on the bed and peeling off my clothes. I arched my back on the bed, running fingers along the length of my body tweaking and pulling at my cock, pinching down on a nipple. The moment the air touched my skin, I felt liquid explode out of my soft cock, sticky and clear. I had an orgasm, and another. My mind was exploding, and so was my body. In the light of the washroom, I watch him slide the needle into his forearm and plunge down the stopper, his head kicking back. This daddy, an example of raw, animal masculinity was going to fuck me. His head snapped back and he looked at me, lips open. In the background, light tantric music played, elevating our desire for each other. He took off his shirt and watching my eyes, slid off his shorts, letting his large, uncut cock slap against his torso, leaving a trail of clear sticky fluid. Naked, he was glorious. In a deep, thick voice he commanded me. "Lie backwards, and drop your head on the edge." I slid over to him and did as he asked, awaiting for our skin to connect. His cock up close was drooling precum and it smelled musky and sweaty. Without a need for words, he slid his massive cock into my mouth, pushing past my tongue, the tip searching for my gullet. "Relax you body, my boy" he growled, holding my hands and intertwining our fingers, as his cock reach the back of my throat and after mild resistance, pushed back into me entirely. This elicited a deep, rumbling moan from him as he exhaled slowly, arching his buttocks into my face, slowly, until the base of his cock ring clinked against my teeth. Saliva filled my mouth and smeared my lips, as he began deepthroating me, groaning as he enjoyed my throat. He massive balls slapped my face and his dense pubes chafed my lips, but I was in bliss, and I wanted more. He might have sensed my need because he slowly pulled out, relishing the heat and wetness of my mouth and looked down at me, pupils dilated and face flush with animal lust. "I need to fuck you, boy. I want us to be connected." He rolled me over and pulled my legs to the corner of the bed , pulling me up. I was in a world of my own, and the anticipation of his cock against my cunt was filling me up to the brim. He rummaged around and dabbed some lubricant on my cunt, his fingers dancing around the hole. Slowly, in a tight voice, "Open up you hole, boy. I'm going to fuck you now." I exhaled, a hot explosion of air from me as my palm pulled my cheeks open, leaving my pussy open. He was massive. But after the slam, I was relaxed. His thick cockhead eased past the lips of my hole open and his gasped as the tip of cock slowly slid in. "Now I need for you to trust me, baby. Open up to me entirely, and you will enjoy this more than you ever could." My eyes had rolled back up, and my back was arched, with the bottom of his palm on the base of my back. Slowly, gently, he pushed in further, his bare, naked cock slipping past my hole and slowly pressing into the opening of my sigmoid. he leaned in, his furry chest and body drizzling a light amount of sweat on my back. "Open up, baby. Let me in." I gasped and relaxed my muscles, and he slid in, he thick pubic hair brushing my hole. We were frozen there, connected as ours nerves ignited. We were linked on a deep, primal way. No protection. No qualms. Just a man and another man conjoined. He slid out a bit, and back, stretching me out, my hole moist and wide. "I can feel all of you, hot, wet and bare around me baby. My cock is so deep inside you, and I love it." he pulled out further and began moving faster, rubbing his swollen glans along a point in my hole. I was only a mess of moans and gasps, but now, I cried out, gasping in sharp, short breaths as he slid his slimy cockhead over my prostate. "How does feel, boy? my cock on your prostate?" he grasped my arms and locked them behind my back and began moving fasted, droplets of sweat peppering my back as he slid in an out of my pussy, filling the room with wet, squelching sounds as we fucked like animals. I felt droplets and then a stream of thick, viscous liquid splatter from my hardening cock as orgasm over orgasm rolled over me, my prostate sending me into a trance.
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Part 1 I suppose you could call my sex life up until that point as 'wildly vanilla'. I was 19 and still living at home in Boston, Massachusetts. Closeted and worried about being found out, I made my hookups exclusively online. I didn't think I looked attractive, but Men always lusted after me, especially after I sent them pics of my ass. I was 5'11, 180 pounds. Not the skinniest but definitely not heavy. I was and still am attracted to older Men. I was always on CL and Grindr, hooking up with Men, oftentimes these Men were married. I suppose the Men enjoyed my boyish looks and submissiveness, and they enjoyed deepthroating me and skullfucking me. That was the craziest I would ever go. When I would hookup with these Men and they would fuck me, it was always with a condom. At the time, I was scared shitless of catching a bug that I always made sure that the Man was covered before he fucked me. My hookups went further when I found a Men's Gangbang group on CL. They were specifically looking for boys my age (18/19) to serve as bottom boys for a group of Men in their 50s. To me, this was a dream come true. Every few months, the group would meet, and I would be fucked by 7 or 8 older men. But, always with a condom. The groups organizer, Tom, always asked to go bare, and while his thick, 9 inch cock was always breeding my ass in my.dreams, I never got the courage to let him go in bare. With this gangbang group, you'd think a bottom boy would be satisfied, right? However, there was something missing. While I was getting fucked regularly by older Men, I felt that most were too passive, too nice, not assertive or verbal enough. I wanted a Man to take charge and use me as he pleased. These thought were swimming in my head one summer day when I got an email from a member of the Gangbang group. We will call him Steve. Steve was an older Man in the group who could not get an erection anymore but still attended the events to see the action (hey, he supplied the booze). He wanted to organize a gangbang with me at his apartment in the North End. He said he did not want to invite any members of the group, but rather, get random Men from CL to show up to his place and fuck my ass. I replied to him and eagerly said yes, reminding him that I wanted to still play safe and use condoms. He said of course and would be watching to make sure that the Men used protection. I also told him my desires for a strong ,verbal top. He too said he would put that in the ad. He said he would put the ad up and organize the gangbang in three days. A few days later, I have arrived at Haymarket MBTA station waiting for Steve to pick me up. "What am I thinking? Random Men? And I don't even know Steve that well! And I am getting in the car with him? What if he is a serial killer?" These thoughts rang through my head as an unassuming black sedan parked on the curb in front of me. "Brandon?" Steve said as he poked his head out of the car window. I sort of recognized him, as I had really only seen him when I was in the middle of sucking two sucks while simulatanoisly being fucked from behind. "Sir?" I said, my obedience flowing naturally. Without another word, I got into the front passenger side. As it was summer in Boston, it was brutally humid. I was wearing a gray t-shirt and green shorts, with a red jockstrap hidden beneath. Steve began to drive off and made small chit chat. We talked about the Sox, the weather, and the like. It was at this point, at at light, when Steve reached in my shorts with one hand and began to fondle my cock. As the light turned green and he drove, he continued. "You said you wanted an assertive man, huh?" He said with a certain, grandfatherly charm. Steve was harmless, and I let him touch me, if only out of pity. A fat, out of shape man in his sixties, he had been unable to get an erection for quite some time. After a minute or two, the fondling stopped, and within five minutes, we had arrived at Steve's place. A typical, triple decker apartment you find in any movie set in Boston, Steve lived alone in the entire place, there were no tenants currently. I followed Steve into his first floor apartment, a one bedroom apartment. Upon entering to my immediate left I could see a PC and a computer chair. The rest of the living room was carpeted in a weird purple color, with a huge wide area with no furniture at all. To the far right of the room led into the bathroom. I wasted no time getting naked. Now that I was here, I was excited! I could barely fold my clothes properly and place them in the corner near Steves computer. I stood there, 19 years young, smooth with a bubble butt, in front of Steve. "Brandon, would you mind if you give me a.blowjob?" Steve said rather directly. Out of pity, I acquised and tried my best. His two inch member was not a problem getting in my mouth and he lasted about five seconds before my mouth became filled with his cum. I looked at him, and swallowed. I try my best to be submissive. Steve rested for a moment before getting on his iPad. "I've been messaging all these men all day today. The first man is outside. The door in unlocked. I'll tell him to come in" After an awkward moment, the door was heard opening and a footsteps walking up the stairs. He walked in, his eyes lit up when he saw me in my ready position, my knees to the ground, face down, ass up. He was a man who looked to be in early to mid 40s, with orange hair wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue shorts. Those quickly came off and he was quick to start eating my ass, something I never did but didn't mind if someone did it to me. It felt good but I had wished there was another cock to suck as this was going on. Gangbangs spoiled me. After a few minutes of rimming, I could hear the awkward ripping of the condom wrapper and the few second pause as he encased his cock. He lightly tapped his covered cock on my hole, and then slowly began to thrust in. As he fucked me, his thrusts got quicker and faster, until the familiar satisfied grunt and he collapsed on top of me for a moment, before taking the condom off, tossing it on the garbage can, getting dressed, and left the apartment. This continued six more times, with Men all doing the same thing basically. Enter, condom on, fuck me, condom in trash. Steve watched, enjoying it on his way I suppose. I started getting bored, even while I was getting fucked. My cock remained flaccid. "Where was the assertiveness? The aggressive, Dom top I had always wanted ?" I thought to myself. The sixth man had just deposited his cum-filled condom in the bin and left. I was considering making up an excuse to leave. "Another one coming, Brandon. DomTop617 is his screename. He wants you to answer the door, naked. That will be hot" For the first time, a butterfly flew in stomach. A small thing, answering the door, but I would be nude, in full view of a possible passerby. My cock began to quiver. I meekly walked down the stairs, the stairs feeling longer than before. The stairs were carpeted the same as the apartment. Though I was naked, the humidity was overwhelming as I opened the door. As soon as I answered the door a hand grabbed (pushed?) my face with such force that I spun around and fell.to my.knees on one of the bottom steps. My pale, white ass was exposed to this stranger. "Bitch, crawl up the stairs slowly " the stranger said. I did as I was told. Like I said, submissive. I slowly moved up the stairs on my knees, the stranger slapping my ass cherks hard a few times ,causing me to stop for a moment. The stranger moved slowly behind me. I made it up the stairs to Steves apartment. Steve sat there on his computer chair, stunned. I remained my knees but the stranger continued to slap my ass, this time harder. A strange thing was happening. My cock was starting to stiffen. Not completely. The slapping stopped. I felt the stranger stick two fingers in my asshole and felt around for a moment. He took them out and with his other hand grabbed me by the chin and stuck the ass-invading fingers in my mouth. "Suck, slut" After about ten seconds of me sucking his fingers , he let go, leaving me to.taste the aftertaste of my sweaty ass juices. He stood before me, about four feet away from me. He was white, in his late 50s. He had silver hair with hints of brown He wore blue jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He wasnt conventionally muscular but muscular from years of hard manuel labor. Then he took out his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his manhood, a cock of enormous width that looked like the width of my wrist. Exaggerating of course, but the length was of about 7 to 8 inches. It was spectacular. I don't know what came over me. I needed that cock. I wadded over on my knees and instinctively went to suck his cock. He then did the same thing when I answered the door, he pushed my face to the ground. "If you want this cock, you'll have to earn it". Part 2 coming soon
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Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—April, 2024 Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days. Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. We met on a Wednesday. We chatted a bit. He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers. Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers. Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom… Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor. As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling. Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken. The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me. He feels very wet and hot. His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum. I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face. I let him come up for air. He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.” I look at him. “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” He looks intrigued. “Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.” “That one. Get in the sling.” I hop in. I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups. Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole. No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum. No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker. He groans. I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed. His tongue is so deep, so fast. I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels. MA spits on my hole. His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me. He does it again and again. I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss. It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue. He groans again, and licks me clean. He stands up, determined to hose me down. But he’s hard. Too hard. He curses at himself. I tell him to shut up and eat my ass… * Muscle Ass is now in the sling. I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass. I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night. I stand up and slide in. He grunts. I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck. His ass is wet and hot. I begin to plow him. “Fuck, yes!” he moans. I fuck harder yet. Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock. He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up. I fuck him again. And again. Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself. We switch to the bench. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side. He watches me rim. He sees me stand up. Insert. And plow. He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle. I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit. I pull out and bring my wet cock to him. He cleans me. “And my balls,” I remind him. They are awash with ass jizz. He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth. I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested. I fuck once more. More cleaning. “I need to stretch.” Muscle Ass gets up and does just that. I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass. “Still got to piss?” “Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.” I do. I take a hit of my poppers. And in moments I am being pissed on. No, not just pissed on, but hosed down. With a fucking fireman’s hose. It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss. My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock… And now he is on his knees, licking it all up. He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too. When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth. It starts as I nice fluid swap. But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues. He reluctantly breaks it. The lured of licking my ass is too strong. He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue. We kiss once more. And I tell him I need to fuck him. It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls. We change places. I kneel on the very wet throw. I open his hole once again with my tongue. Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before. I savor them. They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool. I fuck him. Long, hard strokes. Making the chains sway. Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me. Again and again. One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up. I stand, his taste still on my tongue. I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode. Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him. My tongue soon finds it all… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss April 18, 2024-
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A Late Night with Muscle Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2024 He found me on BBRT. We quickly progressed to text. He was from out of state and working in Michigan. He wanted to be used hard. As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit. He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed. He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it. He chose his blog name himself: Muscle Ass. He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use… Muscle Ass is Italian and well built. His arms look huge. He wears a jock and a matching cloth harness. He is standing in the playroom, looking at the porn. He has forgotten a cock ring. I pull some out—and then find a soft latex one that GaryM left behind. He puts it on. “Now let me suck that cock…” I stand by the base of the sling so he can kneel on the padded part of the floor. He devours my dick. He’s good. I love the way he includes my balls. His tongue is restless, exploring every inch of my dick. I let out an appreciative moan. “I really want to taste your ass,” I finally tell him. Muscle Ass climbs up on the bench. He’s not lying. It is a thickly muscled butt. The kind you have to pull the cheeks apart. I do just that. And dig in. His hole is damp from the shower. His hole is responsive to my tongue. MA groans and his hole opens slightly. My tongue goes deeper. He is one of those men who self-lube and he is getting wetter by the minute. I slobber a ton of spit into him. I am stroking my cock with coconut oil. I spit one last time and stand up. I push. His hole is not a straight shot. But I sink into him. He is tight, but he quickly relaxes and his hole welcomes me in. I fuck, with slow, long strokes. I pull out. “Give it to me.” I walk around and he devours my cock. He groans around the thick shaft in his mouth, making my dick vibrate. I let him clean me up before I go back to his muscle ass. I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole. I fuck again, still taking an extra moment to find the right angle to get into him. I fuck him hard…and send him up to the shower for a quick rinse. Once we’ve cleaned up, we move to the sling. I eat his freshly rinsed hole and fuck him hard. I see his hands constantly fondling the wrist restraints that hang from the chain above the D rings. I know he wants them on him. I pull out of his ass and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I fasten the first restraint on him as he sucks my dick. I pull out of his mouth, my wet cock swinging, as I fasten the second restraint. I go back and do the same for his ankles. He waits, expectantly. I just go to my knees and lick his ass. And fuck him. And give him his ass juices to taste once again. “You said you wanted to eat my ass?” I ask. He nods. Enthusiastically. We change places in the sling. I keep my legs on the chains at first. He digs into me. He likes my hole—and tells me so, telling me he loves how tight I am. He begins to rim me, trying to get as deep as I got into him. I take the stirrups, slip them down to my knees and then fasten them next to my head. This position lifts my ass up and gives him full access. He licks and spits. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” I tell him his tongue is great—and all I need. I lose track of time. He is right where he wants to be—so neither of us are bothered by it. I come back to reality and tell him I want to use the restraints. He assumes I will attach him to the sling, but instead I flatten out the bench to the table position. I add the mat on top. He sits and rolls onto his back. I hook the spreader bar between the ankle restraints. “Hold this.” He takes it. “Pull it to your chest.” He does and that muscle ass rolls up and into position. I lick and fuck him. When I pull out, I push the bar even closer to him, changing the angle slightly. I fuck him once more. Once I detach the bar, I grab the hogtie and at hook all four restraints to it. His eyes glaze as I push them down and fuck his ass once again… * We take a break, sitting on the bed. He is eyeing the rimseat. I pull it out. “Who’s under it first?” I ask. He wants to be. He gets under. And poppers up. I lower the seat and sit on his handsome face. As always, I am amazed at how different it feels—how my hole is so exposed to his probing tongue. I take a hit myself and watch the porn on the big screen television. His tongue is deep and his cock is rock hard—jutting out of the soft pouch of his jock. I let him work on me for a long time. I stand up and help him to his feet. “I want to fuck you once more before I eat your hole.” I instruct him to just lean in, chest to the sling. I fuck him. I pull out so just my head is still in his ass. I let go a couple of spurts of piss. Muscle Ass groans. I get under the rimseat. He sits. My tongue pokes into him. It’s not a lot of piss, but just a nice trickle into my mouth as I tongue him. The fuck has reactivated all his ass juices. It’s a heady concoction. My own cock begins to drool heavily as I slurp it all down. “I need to breed you,” I mumble. “Where?” “Sling!” He gets into the sling and finds the stirrups with ease. I kneel and lick his wet hole once more. I stand up and push in. “Give it to me,” he groans. It takes just a few strokes. It’s late and I need to explode. Just thinking that sends me off. A big load, spurted deep. I pant and grab the bars above the sling. Muscle Ass is squeezing down on me. Hard. He is jerking his own dick. “Don’t pull out…” I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. In another moment he shoots his cum all over his abs. He’s a massive shooter. His ass relaxes and I slide out. My hand swipes through his load. I smear it on his gaping pucker—and lick up the mix of his cum and mine, which is leaking from his ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Late Night with Muscle Ass March 20, 2024 -
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. 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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!
