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I’ve found that I love eating cum out of a freshly fucked ass. Was at a bathhouse in DC recently and while hosting a threesome in my room (those rooms are tiny!), one guy that just took a bareback load squatted down on my face and I ate all the cum and rimmed him deep just after cleaning off the cock that just fucked him atm). Anybody else enjoy this? Tell me about your experience.- 30 replies
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Braydon Comes to Play
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—April, 2024 A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp. We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April. I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him. It did. I gave him the address again. He had been to my old residence, just before I moved. In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there. He was excited to see the new set-up. He arrived right after 2pm… Braydon likes what he sees. The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is. He agrees…and strips off his clothes. I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play. I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me. He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment. “I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur. “See if you can taste them…” Braydon digs in. He begins to lick the pouch. He keeps moaning in the back of his throat. My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely. He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth. He deep throats me. He licks my balls. He licks under my balls as I pull them up. For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum. “Get in the sling. I need to eat your hole.” He jumps in. I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass. I find his hole. He is already slightly gaping from the excitement. My tongue goes into him—deep and wet. In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil. I stand up and slide in. I fuck him. Long and slow. Using my full length on every stroke. Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow. I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo. I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy. I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo. He takes it, with ease. I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in. I stand and add my cock. Telling him just how it feels. The toy underneath my cock. The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick. How my cock head hits the big head of the toy. I fuck with it in place. I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd. I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. I pull out, bringing the toy with me. I lube up the fat black butt plug. He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it. I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body. “Do that again…” he pleads. So, I do. I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here. I am not sure he can take the wide base. But he does. Loving the stretch. I pull it out and eat his hole. My tongue can now go deeper than before. I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head. It feels cold to the touch. I lube it, but don’t warm it. “This’ll cool down your ass…” He moans. And takes it. I slowly work it in and out of him a few times. I stand up and insert my cock. The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference. My dick head bangs into the big metal orb. I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass. Finally, we take a break. “Where do you want to eat my ass? Sling or Rimseat?” We go for the sling first. I get in and he kneels. Almost reverently. He starts at my balls and works down. Licking under them. Down the hairy perineum. Around my hole. Avoiding it. And then his tongue connects with my pucker. He groans. I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me… * I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains. We move to the fuck bench. I fuck him hard and fast. Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out. Braydon is in pig heaven. At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole. We both are breathing hard. I set up the rimseat. He elects to get under it first. I sit. It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me. To feel almost helpless. He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole. I take a hit of poppers. The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming. I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me. We switch. I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long. My balls are screaming for release. And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can. In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling. This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole. The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly. I stand up and fuck. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my engorged cock pound into him. Over and over. I do one more brief licking of his wet hole. In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode… “Take it…” I grunt. I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Comes to Play May 1, 2024 -
I hope I find a continuation to this story.... **************************************************************** I've never put much thought into fucking around behind my boyfriend's back. It doesn't really feel like cheating 'cause we have an open relationship -- although, technically speaking, we're supposed to okay a potential lay with each other first or at least tell each other about it after the fact. I guess I never told him anything because he never told me anything. As far as I knew, Andy hadn't messed around with another dude in the whole seven years of our relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't hot or couldn't get a hot piece of his ass, he just wasn't very good at flirting. Quiet type socially, animal in bed. I guess we're both a little nerdish in our own ways, but we're both pretty hot, too. He's an asian top boy, chinese actually, but born here in the States. Tight little hairless body the color of caramel. Perfect little five inch cock that stands straight up when it's got a tight white ass waiting for it. Tight little smooth nuts that pull up even tighter when he's about to spurt and a perfect pink rosebud of a butthole that fucking winks whenever I eat him out. Sometimes his hole clenches around my tongue like a little fist. He loves getting his ass licked out. The deeper the better. Til it's all sloppy wet with spit. Then he flips me over and fucks me raw. It's the fucking hottest thing to watch him blow his load up my twat in a mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I can get off. Watching it happen, watching my cunt open up like a mouth for his jizz, then watching his hot little cock spear my pussy again and push his load up inside me. I'd even finger myself afterward. Rubbing his load up inside my ass walls. Imagining I was one of those slut boys in Treasure Island dvds. But barebacking was only between him and me—since we’re both neg. The rules for our relationship state no bb'ing with anyone else though. Condoms or just cocksucking, and whenever we played with someone else together, it was always safe, even between Andy and me, so we wouldn't tempt anyone into fucking me raw. The thing about me is that I like to think I'm not a slut, but I just go and put myself in slutty situations. I can usually control myself and I know my limits. I only ever do what I want to do and I'm smart enough to know when it's safe and when it's unsafe. I started out sucking dick behind his back in the steamroom at the gym. It's the biggest gym in the gayest neighborhood, so there's always action going on. Even though they put big signs outside saying you can lose your membership privileges, dudes still give each other handjobs and suck each other off. Over the course of a few months, I got to the point where I'd go into the steamroom after working out, my muscles bulging a bit more, smooth chest glistening, fuckable white ass all wet, and I'd sit in the corner called the cocksucker's corner because sitting there put my head right about eye level and ten inches away from whatever guy was sitting above me. If some hot dude with a hot cock came in, I'd grab their cock, start licking the head like a lollipop, jacking their shaft, looking up at them with pouty eyes, my mouth open, tongue out, and then deep throat them as best as I could, slurping on their cocks til they spurted. A few spurted right down my throat without warning. With other dudes, I took their cum in my mouth willingly, caught up in the moment, and then spit it back out on their cocks and jacked them. If some dude I didn't like would sit there, I'd play dumb and look forward, ignoring them. Like I said, I have my limits, and I tend to like smooth dudes like Andy who were around my age, skinny, clean, you know, all the normal stuff. I never told Andy. I figured sucking cock was safe. I still went home to him and let him fuck me raw without feeling any anxiety or guilt. Then one morning at the gym, I met Denny. First, I should say, I met his cock. I'd just sat down in the cocksucker's corner, all stiff from working out, and the steam was so thick I couldn't see anyone around me. But then there it was, his fat white cock, swinging in my face with his sweaty low hanging nuts. It made me gasp like a little whore. I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the steam cleared, I could see the rest of him. A hot trail of dark hair down the middle of his chest, shaggy short brown hair, and thick, powerful legs. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. But he was as confident as some leather daddy. He didn't take his eyes off mine the entire time. He kept turning my head up so I'd see him. One hand held my chin, pulling my jaw down, and the other guided my head up and down his eight inches. It was like he knew how much of a slut I was inside. It felt like he was reading every nasty thought in my head. He made me suck on his nuts while he beat his cock in my face, pushing his cockhead up my nostrils, making me smell his cock juice. Someone came into the steamroom and I backed off, afraid it might be gym personnel, but he wouldn't let me up, and he whispered down to me, "It's okay, babe, keep sucking." I could see from the corner of my eye, the new arrival sat down the ledge from me, five or six feet away. He was close enough that I could tell he was already playing with his cock while he watched us. I'd been in the steamroom enough times that I kinda knew who it was -- this old guy who hung out in the steamroom a lot, but never worked out in the actual gym. Big gut and back hair. No one I would ever touch. Now he jacked up a big boner watching me get face fucked by this incredibly hot, big dicked fucker above me. "Baby. Look at me. Good boy. Keep looking. Oh, fuck you like that dick, I can tell. That daddy over there can tell, too. Can't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth in a few minutes, okay? Not yet, but soon. Look at me again. If it makes you feel any better about doing swallowing some stranger's hot cock juice... I'm Denny, baby," he said. He winked at me "Keep that throat open. Yeah. Just like that. Nice little pussy throat get reamed out in the steamroom. Look at those cocksucker lips, man," and the old man next to us answered him with a moan. Denny scooted down the edge of his seat and leaned back until his butthole was against my lips. I couldn't help myself. Without even being told, I started tonguing him inside out. "Oh you hot little pig," he moaned. "Eat my ass, baby. Yeah. I've got myself a whore here. Oh yeah, baby. Come over here, daddy." I started getting nervous and started pulling off his cock because I didn't want the old man touching me. But Denny held me by my ears. "Come tongue this bitch's ass, daddy." As much as I didn't want that old dude with cock slime on his fingers touching me, I wanted Denny's cock so bad that I didn't move. I was already turned to the side, one leg up on the ledge, my tight hole wet and ready for the old man's tongue. He fucked his tongue into me as deep as it would go. He'd probably hadn't had a young hot ass like mine in fifty years, and here he was slurping on my cunt lips. I could feel his chin hair rubbing up and down my nuts. I felt like a total slut. I wanted to stop sucking cock and leave. I was so worried that someone else would come in and god forbid even join in. The steam spurted on again and the rush of it burned my bare feet. I could hardly see Denny's face anymore up in the steam, but I knew he was still looking at me. He pulled me back onto his cock and started face fucking me hard and fast, pulling his big white cock all the way out every now and then and slapping it against my nose. The old man pushed two fingers in and out of my cunt and all I could do was ride them. "Slut," Denny called me. "Eat my load, baby. You like cum? I want you to eat my load. I'm gonna spray your throat with so much jizz you're gonna taste me all day, slut. And you know what? I'm gonna feed you my cum every day. Yeah, baby. Keep sucking. Open wider. Open your ass for daddy's fingers and tongue. Yeah. Everyday, baby. Same time. You're gonna be here waiting for my cock. Okay, slut?" I couldn't talk, but I nodded, and then my mouth was filled with his jizz. It was more than I'd ever had blasted into my mouth from one cock. It came out so hard that I could feel the thwap of each spurt against back of my throat. Even if I would've tried to spit his load out, I couldn't have moved. Both his hands pushed my head down on his cock until his hairy nuts were against my bottom lip. His load had nowhere to go but down my throat or up into my nose. I gagged and smelled his jizz up inside my nostrils. Then he egged on the old man, "Yeah, daddy shoot your load all over him. Spray down my new little whore." I felt the geezer's load spray across my ass cheeks and then drip down my ass crack and over my well-fingered hole. "I'll see you out by your locker, slut," Denny said to me before walking out of the steamroom. I hadn't shot off, but he didn't care. He wound up asking me for my phone number. When I hesitated, he put two and two together pretty astutely. "You have a boyfriend, right? Hey, I don't care. I'll only call when you tell me to. I promise. We had a good time. We should do it again. Why would I wanna risk that by being an asshole." "I don't usually give it out. I mean, if you could just call me on weekdays. He works, so..." "What's your name?" he asked. "Gus," I said. "Gus," he repeated, and then put his mouth right next to my eat and whispered, "Can you smell my cum still?" "Yeah." "You want my cock again, don't you? Then he dug a pen and a notepad out of the bookbag in his locker. "Write down your name under your number, okay, Gus? People give me their number a lot." At the time, he sounded honest enough, and so I gave him my cell phone number. I'd given my number out before, but it was rare. I guess I was a little stunned by the whole scene, that I'd swallowed his load, that he was so hot, that some old dude had tongued my hole and finger fucked me. Then before I knew it, he was gone, I didn't have his number, and he was walking away with mine. The whole day I couldn't get Denny out of my head. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could still taste his cum, even that night when my boyfriend was fucking my ass with his little chinese cock. I could tell he was close to cumming in my twat and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denny's cock up inside my raw. I blew my load the same moment as my boyfriend, realizing that Denny's cock was probably twice as big as Andy's. To be continued...
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I know this is probably weird, but I've been wanting to spend a day and/or night eating anonymous ass. I've never manned a glory hole, but I've been thinking about trying it - except I'd want to exclusively devote myself to eating ass. Since I'm not experienced with glory holes and don't know anyone who is, I figured I'd ask if this is something tops and bottoms would be interested in. If I advertised a glory hole that was designed exclusively for men to give me their assholes to feast on, would it be appealing? Or is it a dumb idea that I should forget about?- 18 replies
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I fucking LOVE eating ass before I fuck it. And I don't mean a quick 2 minute tongue-up-the-butt thing. I mean long, serious, aggressive ass eating. I'm surprised not all guys are into it. What are your thoughts guys?
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Taking Turns at the Sling
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—March, 2024 After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more. A lot more. The next day was Saturday. I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time. I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore. I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon… I am sitting watching porn. Stroking. I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock. I have made a tour of the place before I settled. There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner. There are glory holes. And a slurp ramp. Porn is playing everywhere. (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.) Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass. It is just around the corner from the dark room. I stroke. A man around my age, enters. His shirt unbuttoned. He sinks to his knees in front of me. He gives me head. Sort of. No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth. I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him. Nothing. I excuse myself and go for a walk. Men are scattered everywhere. The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is. I go behind the slurp ramp. A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes. I walk past and mount the platform. I stick my cock through the opening. I wait. I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn. I make another circuit. A young Latin is watching gay porn. He is stroking a long, thin dick. He nods at me. I go over. And go to my knees. I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move. He groans at my tongue work. He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder. I come up for air. “Let me…” he whispers. I stand. The guy is amazing. I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root. Repeatedly. No teeth. Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time. And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air. He takes me to the root again. There is now a spectator, jerking to our action. I let the young Latin do his thing. As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head. I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him. I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself. I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it. Amazing. Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop. I do. He is panting. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers. I hope I’m around when he wants to… “That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform. He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. “You want some of this?” “Yeah, but in my ass.” He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt. I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout… * I walk around. Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling. It’s occupied. The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down. His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest. He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym. I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole. “Jeez…” he moans. “Fuck me…” I stand up. His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack. I go back to rimming. Soon he is begging for my cock. I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all. He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it. All of it. Ramming in to him again and again. “Fuck me harder,” he moans. “Use me like the whore I am.” Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch. One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp. Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself. Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking. “You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy. “You bet.” I step to the side. The new cock slides in. It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony. I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking. “This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants. “And didn’t think I’d get…” “Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out. I go to my knees and clean his cock. “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it. I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole. I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom. The hot guy comes to the side of the sling. He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle. “You want his hole?” I ask. He shakes his head. He watches me fuck a little more. “Yeah, I do.” I pull out. Hot Guy pushes in. “Damn, he’s wet.” I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom. Hot Guy pulls out very fast. He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face. I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick. I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head. I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him. My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him. The bottom groans. The Black top jerks faster. I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs. “Let me fuck in that hole again.” I make way. Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now. He fucks him harder yet. I’m there to clean his cock. And fuck. This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch. We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again. “I need a break,” moans the bottom. We get him out to stretch. There is a waist high bondage table behind us. He bends over it. I fuck him again. “Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top. I am close enough to think it’s possible. I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm. I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn. Black Top fucks him briefly. I can’t tell if he shoots or not. From the look on his face, I think he has. The bottom goes to the locker area. Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other. And we kiss, sharing those juices. It’s electric. We both feel it. I lose track of time. I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth. Finally, I have to come up for air. “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear. “Would you let me eat your ass?” He looks at me in silence. Fuck, have I ruined it? Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall. He gets naked and hops in the sling. I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are. I go to my knees. The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating. He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want. I lick up his sweat. I share it with him by kissing him deeply. He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock. Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on. “Come here.” I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling. He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us. It’s hot. As fuck. When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together. Certainly, no way to top it. He gets dressed and we kiss again. We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment. He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Taking Turns at the Sling April 2, 2024 -
A Happy Muscle Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—March, 2024 The small group was the perfect way to end the week. On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days. My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way. He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night. We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home. But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things: how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. It was suddenly late. “Do we play?” he asked. I shrugged and we went downstairs. “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me. I shrugged and lost my robe. I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick… His tongue feels incredible. But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees. I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support. But now I can’t reach my dick. Well, not easily. And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole. I let him go for a bit. He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet. I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole. Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. “The sling,” I suggest. “Me or you?” “You.” My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard. I want to fuck. He hops in. I hand him his poppers and go to my knees. It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue. He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper. I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil. I stand up and enter him. On the second try. Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit? He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment. Poppers are sniffed. I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside. Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck. It builds. Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it. My hips are slamming into him. The sound of our rutting fills the small room. I pull out. He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth. As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM. He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil. I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too. I fuck him again. Let him clean me again. This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue… * “Damn, you taste good.” I am in the sling. Muscle Ass is eating me out again. I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me. I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment. I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling: how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking. I come back to reality slowly. How long have I been in the sling? I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided. I tell him I need to fuck him again. We trade places. I fuck him. And then go for the toys. I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker. The small butt plug goes in easily tonight. I turn it. I pound my fist on it. I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again. I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size. He took the first two last time. The first goes in with ease. I work a little harder with the second. I try for the third. Nope. He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep. I go to my finger. The middle one. The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool. I stand up. I make a better entry into him this time. I fuck him. Hard. My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight. I fuck. “Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers. I fuck him harder. I am so close. I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge. I pull out and kneel. I plaster my face into his used ass. It does the trick. I’m there. I stand up and realize I will not make it into him. I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off. I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it. Some I finger into his ass. For a moment I think he’s going to shoot. I think he does, too. And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs. I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop. His hole is happy—that’s all that matters… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Happy Muscle Ass March 28, 2024 -
I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2024 Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts. He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time. I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks. (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.) We kept chatting. And we both got hornier. Finally, I gave in. I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday. He jumped at it. I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed. I sent a text. He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink. We chatted a little as I made tea. He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs. I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum… I stand by the base of the sling. He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday. I am hard. He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me. He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit. I move aside and he hops in the sling. I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him. I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet. “I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me. I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical. I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time. I stand up. I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle. I slide in. He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers. The moment the cap is on, he is ready. I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck. Slow and deep. He groans. I speed up. I am fucking hard now. I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and fuck him again. Once more he cleans me. The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick. When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick. But it goes in. He sighs when it snaps into place. I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open. I go back. The toy comes out. I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again. I fuck him. I grab the egg headed dildo. I smear it with the oil. He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head. (and he wants my hand?) I replace the toy with my dick. One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench. We move to the other station. The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest. He gets on it. His ass is spread naturally. I kneel and eat him out. Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side. “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.” This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible. I stand up and fuck. Muscle Ass groans. I pick up the speed. My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass. The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible. I pull out for more ATM. Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him. He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth. He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole. I go back for another fuck. Another cleaning. “I want to lick your ass.” I get in the sling. MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum. His tongue goes down the shaft. He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass. I groan…and lose track of time. He fucks me with his tongue. He licks in and around my pucker. He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue. This makes both of us want more. He goes back to his knees and begins it all again. A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world. I tell him we should switch. He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play. He takes the cool metal easily now. I start to crank. Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate. He groans. “Wider!” I do it. I keep cranking. Two fingers go in to fill him up. He moans. I keep cranking. I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. PIC Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place. I fuck him, nice and slow. The metal is no longer cool. It is the temperature of his hot ass. I take a picture of me in him, too. PIC I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. I fuck him again. He is actually easier to get into. I grab the ball toy. Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third. The porn concludes. This means it is midnight. And I am feeling it. I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load. But I know I am trying too hard. I let him rim me a little more. Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not. I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… The original is here, with pictures of us: From My Side of the Sling: I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass March 22, 2024 -
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GaryM's Three Hour Play Session
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2024 I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex. But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom. Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road. There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour. He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom. I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness. Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party. I tromped down the stairs… GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television. He has a jock and harness on himself. And socks. The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February. I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor. I sit on the bed and spread my legs. GaryM kneels on the mat. He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock. Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing. It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric. He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life. He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it. Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick. GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh. He licks my balls. And under them. The entire shaft. The drooling piss slit. Only then does he start to actually suck my cock. He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat. He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me. Finally, he pulls off me, panting. I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock. I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place. I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker. I drill into him. For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight. My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up. I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods. I stand up. My cock head slips into him. I hold in place. “Give it to me,” he groans. I push the rest of it into him. My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing. I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out. I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo. GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again. He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish. I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck. I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug. I grease it up. GaryM groans as it goes into place. “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.” I beat on the base of the plug with my fist. GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him. I work it out and fuck him once more. Harder. Deeper. This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier. I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock. Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head. And the ridges on the shaft. I lube it up. He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder. I do. I pull it out. I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed. One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon. I grease it up. It slips easily into his now gaping ass. “Are you going to double…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy. It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck. I try it out both above and under my cock. I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock. As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.” We exchange places. I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt. I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening. I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole. We take a break. The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces. GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. PIC I help get him up and on it. He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support. I rim him briefly and fuck him hard. I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock. GaryM is ready for it now. It goes into him deeply and easily. I love the look of something so large inside him. “I want to try your chains.” We decide to start small, with the medium sized links. I grease them up. He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. “So heavy…” he murmurs. I put all but the last five links into him. I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him. He groans. At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. “Now come the fun part.” I pull as slowly as I possibly can. Link by link it emerges. GaryM huffs and puffs with each link. Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. “Again?” He groans out a “yes…’ * I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself. I get up into it for another brief rimming. I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me. I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat. As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys. He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat. He eats my ass with abandon. Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out. * We’ve been playing for over two hours. Almost three. I need to get off. We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame. I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away. I rim him again. I stand up and slide in. In just three or four thrusts I shoot. But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave. I go back to my knees. I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it. I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming. I pant. But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame. GaryM is working on his dick. He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine. I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow. I can’t stop it. I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. And he loves it. He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled. GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him… * As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too. He sent it to me almost immediately. I can truthfully say I haven’t read it. It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM's Three Hour Play Session March 2, 2024 Gary's write up, I will not post it on this site. is here: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs March 4, 2024 -
Near Home—February, 2024 I was wanting something different by Monday. I tried looking online, but I had no luck. I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck. And it held… I am in the straight theatre. Alone for the briefest of moments. I stroke myself hard. The door opens. The bald-headed man comes in. I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked. He wastes no time and kneels before me. His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act. When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves. In moments, his partner comes in. He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job. He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner. He actually makes me moan out loud. When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service. His partner is back in a few minutes. There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade. He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself. I suck him for a moment when he stands up. But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth. I don’t see them again for the rest of the day. Nothing is happening in here now. And the video has changed. One with far too much scene work for its own good. I go next door. One man is here. He is likely in his 70’s. He’s maintained well, thick set but trim. He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself. He smiles as I take out my cock. “That’s a beauty.” “You have a great dick, too…” And he does. Not as long but just as thick. He smiles again. “Think you could help me get off?” I nod. He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. Underwear follows. He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair. His cock is impressive. Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head. I get down in front of him. His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out. I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced. I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. He moans. He sighs. He jerks himself as I lick his balls. But I can’t seem to get his nut. Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum. He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access. I keep worming my finger back to his pucker. I find it and stroke it. More precum. I push into him. He groans and his cock is now a faucet. I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth. Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue. He thanks me for giving him just what he needed. I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room. The straight side, too. I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. I stroke. The porn is good, but a shade young for me. Finally, the door opens. A man I’ve never seen before comes in. He is around my age, maybe just under. He has a great full beard which is snow white. The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp. He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him. His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it. We chat. He is not from around here. Chicago actually. Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting. “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes. “Go for it.” He kneels and takes me in his mouth. Heaven. The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good. Great even. This guy has them beat. Every move he makes causes me to squirm. He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls. He inhales. “Oh, fuck…” He begins to lick and savor them. Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them. “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…” That’s my line! How often have I said that to a guy in these pages?? He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring. I stroke as he does it. “Smear that precum on my beard, too.” I do, loving the feel of that. Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too. My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more. He finally undoes his own pants. He’s hard, with an average cut cock. I go down on him. He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I save my ass for the boyfriend. And I couldn’t take you anyways…” His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently. “I’ll tell you what I really want…” I look at him. “I want to eat your ass.” I smile. I stand up and unbuckle my belt. From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks… I walk to him and turn around bending slightly. It’s awkward for both of us. His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us. “Let me get on a chair.” I kneel, my ass jutting towards him. He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast. He is just as good at this. My cock juices as I stroke. For a moment he stops. “I want you to cum on my chest. So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…” I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue. He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move. His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard. He dives back in, a full face plant. He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans. His tongue is driving me crazy. And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot. “You want my load?” He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole. I stroke a little more. I move and he rears back, letting me turn. I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest… * We talked a little more. He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing. I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..." February 19, 2024
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This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************************** It's all an internet invention, this bug chasing thing. The creation of fetishists. The hysterical reaction to the fear of HIV. Well, that's how it started for me. Harmless fantasizing. Posting messages on bareback sites, posting nude pics in my bareback profile. I'd get fucked raw, sure, but not take any loads. Then I met Gary, a fellow neg sex pig into all kinds of kink, including ws and fisting. I have really small hands and he noticed them at a sex party once and said they're perfect for fisting. We were partying pretty heavily and we got to playing and at some point I went from sucking his dick and rimming him to fingering him to being coached into inserting my whole hand into him by an older, experienced leather top guy who often played with him. "You ain't gonna hurt him. He loves it," the top told me. It was like our bonding experience. We started meeting up all the time and going to the baths together and picking up tops who wanted to get served by two slutty bottims at once. We shared all of our secret fantasies with each other and of course the attraction to POZ tops came up and the fact that we were both lurkers on bareback conversion sites. We started daring eachother to go further and further in our exploits. "I know a POZ guy 've been fucking around with for a long time. His t-cells dropped below a certain level once, and even now that he's better he's officially got AIDS. We should play with him," Gary told me one day. I said sure, that's way hot, let's do it. We had often agreed that the hottest guys are POZ and drooled over their profiles. Gary called his friend and arranged for us to get together a couple days later. We got piggy while servicing guys together before at the baths and at the park, like telling eachother to "really get that tongue up his ass," congratulating each other on how far we had gone. I knew this visit to his friend would be the ultimate dare, the final push. The guy's name was Ted. I had seen him around before, but we never messed around. "Gary told me all about you. Says you really like POZ guys." "Well, yeah, they're the hottest." So Gary talked about our innocent fantasies to him? We had the usual beers, weed, started getting down to action, both of us sucking his dick, then Gary sucking him as I rimmed him. The time came to fuck, and Gary started urging me to go ahead and let him fuck me. I normally took it raw as long as the guy pulled out, but as Gary was greasing up my hole with vaseline, he was telling me,"Take that fucking load, man. Fucking hot. Just go ahead and take it." He held poppers under Ted's and my nose. I was so horned up. Gary was sucking my dick as I got fucked and I was in pig heaven. Tod started fucking me deeper and harder, breathing louder. "Ah, fuck. Take my load, man," Ted said as he came. Gary was kissing me at that point, saying,"Take that fuckin' POZ load," and calling me every filthy name he could think of. "Fuckin' bug chaser. Fuckin' AIDS whore. I was jacked off to my last safe orgasm by Ted, who kept saying "There you go. Now you got it in you, Buddy." That fucking changed me forever. It just let me see how easy it was to take a POZ load. The next time was easier, and eventually I got Gary to take POZ loads, too. We were officially bareback bottom bug chasers.It made us the most popular guests at the sex parties. I ended up getting hepatitis, and that's when my blood tests showed I had sero-converted. I was strangely turned on, although too sick with hep to go out and celebrate. I had become known as the guy who would rim anyone; it had become my favorite sexual activity with strangers. That's probably how I got it. Gary got tested, and he learned he was POZ as well. Now we're the "two POZ bareback twinks" at all the parties. I take every and all loads. POZ and proud.
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Braydon Explores Me...with His Tongue
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—January, 2024 Braydon, the furry cub I’ve been meeting and breeding at the bookstore, sent me a text, hoping to set up a date for the last few days of January. We talked about his coming to the playroom, but we both really liked his being available to other men while we were playing. We agreed to meet at the bookstore, on Tuesday at 1:30pm. I only mention the time as I went a little earlier to see what was happening. And what was happening was Braydon on his knees, sucking a cute college boy… The young man with a ponytail and glasses is standing against the back wall on the straight side. I move past them and sit in the cocksucker’s seat. I take out my dick and stroke to Braydon’s mouth skills. They are making the young man with the ponytail moan. Ponytail looks over at me. I nod. “Fuck his mouth,” I say softly. The guy grabs Braydon’s ears and does just that. The door opens. A man who stood behind me as I bought me ticket comes in. He is around my age and build. He wears a neck brace. He sees the action, moves behind Braydon and unzips. He is soon stroking a nice seven incher. Neck Brace finally sees me and comes over. I suck his cock. This seems to really excite Ponytail. He pumps into Braydon’s mouth faster and more forcefully. Neck Brace hears something in the hall outside the door. He pulls out of my mouth, shoves his cock back in his pants and takes off. Ponytail makes a move, too. He turns from Braydon and offers me his wet cock. He is not long, but quite thick. I suck him for a few moments. He pulls out, panting, and goes to his knees to taste me. Braydon stands up, never taking his eyes off Ponytail with my cock in his mouth. Braydon undoes his belt and fly. His pants crumple around his ankles. He turns and bends, holding on to the back of the bench in front of us. Ponytail stops sucking and looks at Braydon’s butt. I go to my knees and begin rimming him. Ponytail moves around and sticks his thick dick back in Braydon’s mouth. I rear up and my slick cock penetrates Braydon for the fist time today. He groans around the cock in his mouth, making the groan sound that much hotter. I fuck Braydon at a nice warm up speed. “You want to try his ass?” I ask. At that moment, Ponytail shoots in Braydon’s mouth. As the young man pulls out, Braydon turns. He kisses me, snowballing the load onto my tongue. I drool it out into my palm. “This cum needs to go in your ass.” I coat my dick with it and shove it into Braydon. Ponytail has stopped his clean up and just watches us, a look of sheer lust on his face as he sees his cum being fucked into the hairy hole… * I love the feel of the cum in Braydon’s hole, but I slow down the fuck as the young man leaves. Braydon swings around and cleans my dick. He has me sit down so he can really do it properly. He cleans my cock again, slowly and deliberately. He does the same for my balls, which certainly have some of Ponytail’s cream on them. Just like last time, he lifts my balls out of the way and tongues lower, taking in the sweat and scent of the very heart of me. He comes up for air, then does it all again. Eventually, we move to the gay theatre to see if there is anyone there. There isn’t. I have him drop his pants and I fuck him again. Hard and fast. I pull out and move to a chair. I unbuckle my pants and push them down to my ankles. “Taste yourself on my cock.” Braydon in on his knees, licking and swallowing me down. Now he has easier access to get under my balls. He spends a lot of time there. Once again, his tongue almost grazes my asshole, but not quite. He comes up for a breather. “I don’t know why your scent turns me on so. Love it.” “I love that you love it.” He talks a little about doing new things—and being turned on my someone’s smell and taste is new to him. I tell him I love his tongue all over me. We fuck once more. I sit back down and I don’t have to ask him to come lick me. He is all over my cock and my balls. He snakes down my perineum and this time his tongue hits my tight pucker. And stays there. He breathes deep…and begins to rim me for the very first time. I don’t know if he has done this with other men and I don’t care. But if not, he is a natural. He worships my ass. He can’t stop licking me. I encourage him to spit on my hole and lick that up, too. He loves that—and does it again and again, with no prompting. I am stroking with my eyes closed, letting his tongue wander all over me…Suddenly I open them. “I need to fuck you.” In a flash he is kneeling on the chair, his full, hairy ass arched beautifully. I dig in with tongue, returning the favor. I can still just taste the load from Ponytail. I spit it back into his hole. I stand up and slide in. Braydon gasps. My cock is rampant. I fuck him. My hips slapping his upturned ass. And I am there. I blast into him, spurt after spurt. I bend, holding onto his sweaty butt. I stay there for a long time. When I know my dick can stand it, I pull out and let him clean the mixed loads off my drooling cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Explores Me...with His Tongue February 13, 2024 -
A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!
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FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—January, 2024 The morning after I played with GaryM, I knew I would be headed to my favorite haunt. I had ended that session quite content, but I was hankering for more. What I found proved to be an explosive session… I arrive just before 2pm. There is one older white man in the straight theatre. He is in the cocksucker’s seat, but I am pretty sure he’s not there to give head. He seems enthralled by what I think is very average porn. I sit off to the side. My dick is hard, even with the rather slow ‘point of view’ porn. The door opens. A young, good looking Black man enters. A man who I’ve never seen before. He walks down to me the moment he sees my dick. His hand reaches out and hefts it. “Damn…” he mutters. He goes to the back wall and unzips his pants, taking out a cock that is only a few millimeters smaller. Not wasting time, I get up and go to him. I go to my knees. He grins and pushes his pants down to his knees, turns and presents his lightly haired ass to me. Well, fuck! My face is instantly buried in his ass crack. I find his hole and begin tongue fucking it. He moans and jerks his cock. “Fuck me, Daddy…with that big white dick…” I stand. I lube myself up. His hole is open and ready, even with just a few minutes of me eating him out. “You want it raw?” I ask, though I think I know the answer. “Fuck, yes!” I slide into him. He’s hot and wet. With some great muscle control. He squeezes me often as he jerks. “Fuck me ‘til I shoot,” he mumbles. I pick up my fuck tempo. His hand matches my rhythm. If I slow down, so does the fist stroking that big dick. I build it back up. My hips are now really slapping into that full ass. The guy near us is actually jerking to the raw fuck happening next to him, not the screen. “Oh, yeah!” the young man moans. And in just a few more strokes, he explodes all over the floor. I stay in him for a brief moment, wondering if he’ll let me load him, but he’s done after his orgasm and pulls off me. He doesn’t bother to mop up, he just stuffs his dripping cock and wet ass into his designer underwear. “That was hot,” he whispers in my ear. “Thanks, Daddy.” He takes off. All in the first 17 minutes of my time there… * I go to the gay theatre. A regular, a white cub, is stroking. He has given me a load before and comes right over the moment I sit down. I get a new one, thick and creamy, with very little work. In the back corner are two men, I can only hear, having sex. They move into the room proper now. A white guy in a backwards ball cap, decently built and likely in his early 40’s, has obviously been sucking a younger Black man, who I don’t recognize. He is slightly younger than the man doing him, but older than the man I’ve just fucked. He sits on a chair across from me. They watch me watch them as Ball Cap continues to suck, now between the other man’s spread legs. “Go suck his dick.” Ball Cap looks up at him, then at me—and crawls across the floor. He settles between my spread legs. He sucks quite well. I watch him take me deep into his mouth. Suddenly, I have a black cock in my face. I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. He groans. Now it becomes a fun free-for-all. Every body takes turns on each other. Ball Cap hauls out his dick, as well. There are moments of one man being done while he is doing the third. Moments of two mouths on one cock. All of us get fairly equal attention from the other two. We are all dick hungry pigs. We are back in the first position, me sitting with Ball Cap on my dick and the other man in my mouth when he suddenly starts breathing hard. I get a mouthful of tasty, but watery cum. I vaguely feel like it should be Ball Cap’s, but he doesn’t seem to care. We stop while the guy cleans up before taking off. Ball Cap goes out and into the arcade. I go back into the straight side. I sit in the vacated cocksucker’s seat. There is man off to the side. I suddenly recognize that it is Hipster Goatee from the day after the blizzard. He recognizes me, too. He comes back and sucks my cock for a bit, then stands, presenting his tiny penis. I go to my knees and suck him, but this time I think I know what he needs. I worm a wet finger up under his balls as I suck. He gasps as it touches his asshole. He begins seeping precum as it enters him. In moments he is giving me his load. I am alone for a bit. The door opens. It is a hot Latino I have not seen here since before the pandemic. He has a shaved head, black glasses and a cock as big as mine, but in a lovely shade of light brown. He remembers me. He whips out his cock and I suck and he plays with my dick. I have to really mind my teeth with his guy. He is constantly dripping precum. I am surprised when he pulls out of my mouth and takes a turn on me. I don’t remember him sucking before. I do know that we’ve shared ass in the past. And, seemingly, he remembers, too. “We should go next door and see if someone wants to get fucked.” We do up our pants and go over. We find an older white man there in the cocksucker’s seat. Shaved Latino unzips and pushes his pants down to his knees. He sticks his dripping dick into the guy’s face. He fucks the man’s mouth hard. He means business. He leans over, thrusting his hand down the back of the older man’s pants. Shaved Latino’s bare ass is right in front of me. I go to my knees and lick him. I don’t expect the groan of pleasure from him. But he has his cock in a practiced mouth and his ass in my face. He grinds back on me. My cock is raging. I know I’m not going to fuck him, but just my tongue in an unexpected hole is hot as fuck. Suddenly the older guy worms out from under us. He gets up to leave, forcing us to stop. Shaved Latino is panting. I really want to drop a load. I’m blunt. “Can I eat your butt until I get off?” He looks at me for half a second before saying “Sure.’ He makes himself more comfortable, stepping out of his pants and underwear. We move deeper into the deserted room. He leans against the back of a chair, arching his ass at me. I go to my knees. My tongue traces down his fairly hairy crack. It burrows into his tight pucker. “Damn, you know what you’re doing…” I am so close. I keep licking and spitting and worming my tongue into his ever-loosening hole. He reaches back and grabs the back of my head and pulls me tightly into his ass. I can barely breathe—and it’s the perfect trigger. I erupt between his shoes, shooting the massive, built-up load… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Another Bookstore Bonanza February 5, 2024 -
Near Home—December, 2023 Part Two: In the Gay Theatre (This picks up where we left off in the last post.) As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face. It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple. He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema. I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre. He is just sitting down, in the corner, to the left of the open cocksucker’s seat. Of course, I sit there. I look around. There is a burly white guy, around 35, in front of the college kid. Two older men are against the opposite wall, sitting and staring at the ass fucking on the screen. Cute College Kid undoes his pants. He is rock hard. It is not a big dick, but a pretty one. I take out my cock, too. The burly guy hears the fabric rustling and the zipper on CCK and throws us a glance. He nods at us and turns back to the video. I look over at CCK. He is jerking. Hard and fast. Looking at me not the video. He smiles. I do the same. He turns to the video, so we watch it for a bit. We happen to glance at each other at the same time. He looks away, then back at me, laughing under his breath. I smile and stand up. He spreads his legs invitingly—he wants my mouth on his drooling cock. I kneel and take his full length deep into my throat. He gasps and touches my chin, silently asking me to get off him for a moment. I do. And go to his balls. They are tight to his body, but hairier than I expect. I lick and suck, until he touches my shoulder, signaling I can suck him again without the fear of instant ejaculation. I stay on his cock head for a long time. Lapping up all his pre-cum. Only then do I take him all the way down into my throat again. He sighs. I come up for air and do it again. Once more he touches me, silently pleading to not make him blow his load. I stand up. My cock swinging. He reaches up, grabs it at the base and guides it into his open mouth. He is all about the tongue—and it feels terrific. He starts to jerk as he sucks me, then takes his hand away from his own cock. Now he is taking two-thirds of my length down his throat. He chokes on it, pulls off me, spits on my cock and does it again. It’s hot as fuck. Suddenly he stops. He indicates he wants to stand. I move back and let him. He proceeds to strip naked, down to athletic socks. He sits again and does the same choking routine, but now he lets the deep throat spittle cascade down his thin, but surprisingly heavily tattooed, chest. He pulls off me again. This time he spreads his legs. He wants more of my mouth. I kneel. I lick up all the precum that has oozed out each time he’s choked on my dick. I suck him for a moment, but quickly move to his balls. I want this to last. With him naked, I can work my tongue under them. I lick there—and start the trek down his quite hairy perineum. He slumps backward giving me better access. I coat all of it with my spit. I am only a millimeter from my tongue being in his ass. I have wanted to rim him from the moment we met months ago. And now…I hesitate. His hand touches my head. Giving me permission to lick his hole. My tongue brushes across it. He gasps. I burrow in. Now he groans. His ass tastes of soap and new sweat. I can’t stop licking and spitting and tongue fucking his hole. I only stop rimming him when he needs to readjust his position on the chair. I realize I’ve been on my knees for a long time and get up and sit in my chair. Our sex has caused the burly guy to unzip and stroke. CCK lets me catch my breath for a moment, then comes over and kneels, naked but for socks, between my legs. He sucks me again. When he comes up for air, he looks at Burly Guy over his shoulder. He crawls across the floor to suck him, his naked butt pointed right me. I get up. I kneel to the side of him and lean over so I can rim him again while he gives the guy head. His hole is responding. And opening. I eat him out for a long time before I ask “Do you want my dick?” My voice sounds loud in the small room. CCK pulls off the beer can of a dick he is sucking. “Yeah, just not all the way in.” I lube up, while going back to rimming him open. “I want to see your cock in him,” Burly Guy grunts out. I move around behind him. My cock slaps the upturned ass. “Fuck him good,” Burly Guy says. “Give him two dicks at once.” My head pops in. His hole welcomes me. I can feel him open it up for my girth. The exact opposite of the guy I’d fucked an hour before. I slide in. When my cock is just over halfway into him, I can feel that I am at the bend, the second hole, on this small framed young man. I poke at it, carefully, then pull back and just fuck him with my most of my dick. He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. When I really pick up the pace, he stops sucking, giving Burly Guy a wet hand job, with his mouth gasping for breath. I slow down. Once again, I explore this second hole with my cock head. “Don’t go deeper.” I grunt and go back to fucking with just most of my dick buried in him. He goes back to sucking. He looks incredibly hot with two large cocks in him at the same time. One of the older men on the other side of the room stands up, huffs and walks out of the room, letting the door slam. CCK pulls off me and stands up. He sits back in his chair, panting. I look over at him. He grins—not upset at all. I lean forward and sample Burly Guy’s cock. It is incredibly thick. I can’t possibly cover my canines and suck him properly. He pats my head and calls me a pig. I go down to his sweaty balls and lick them, while he jerks his cock. It does the trick. He shoots—into a handkerchief. He uses it to mop up as I sit back on my seat. He leaves. So does the other older guy. We are alone. “I have wanted to eat your ass from the day we met.” He smirks at me. “You do that really well.” He looks down and then back up at me. “I only cleaned out for a normal sized guy. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you any deeper.” “Another time,” I tell him. “Will you do me a favor?” He knows I will, but it’s nice to be asked. “Sure.” “I want you to jerk off on my cock, so I can use your cum to shoot.” I nod, but say, “I’m not very close yet.” “Jerk it while you eat me out again…” Perfect. He slumps in the chair. He jerks. I jerk and rim his freshly fucked hole. In moments, I rear up and shoot a massive load all over his cock. He groans as his fist closes over my cum and instantly jerks himself to a load every bit as big… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two Parter: Two -- Cute College Kid Gets Naked January 13, 2024
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Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.
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(A follow up to Lost in the Dark) OK, where to begin? Recently single and trying to figure out a few things about myself I had ended up cruising an old cottage out on some country lane. Late at night and in the darkness I had been stripped, fucked and loaded multiple times. Poppered up and horny as hell I had begged for their cum each and every time, even after they revealed they were poz and wanted to knock me up with their strains. I was so lost in the pleasure of being filled and used I didn't care. By the time I left the sun was rising and I had been truly wrecked by the men in that dark place. Several weeks later. The gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled into the small parking area. It was quieter than the last time I ventured here. Only a few cars spaced out around the bays in the darkness. I parked close to the small brickwork toilet block and shut down the engine. Sitting there in the relative silence I took stock. I knew why I was back. That hunger, that need couldn't be sated at home alone. I knew that. The fear that had kept me away, was also the fear that had kept me from seeing a doctor. Anyway it has been weeks since I lost myself in this exact same place, since I found myself also. No symptoms, no flu, nothing. I was fine and it was probably all just talk last time anyway. You want this, you want to feel like last time. You want to be the you that was in the dark. I stepped out of the car and walked straight through the pitch black of the doorway. As I walked in I could tell I wasn't alone in there. Echoing off the brickwork in the darkness came the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and a continuous, "Unh, Unh, Unh." An animalistic grunting that sent signals straight through me and made my cock immediately harden. I coughed softly as I walked in just so as not to startle who ever it was that was so eagerly engaged, but if anything the noises and the motions became more frantic. As I got closer, and with my eyes now adjusting to the darkness a little I could make out two men at the urinal. One was stripped and bent over with his hands pressed to the wall just as I had been on my last visit. The other was behind him his tracksuit trousers around his knees and his t-shirt hooked up over his head effectively revealing his whole body. The top was pounding hard, his hands gripping the hips of the bottom guy firmly. As I watched I couldn't help but rub myself. I too had worn a tracksuit this time thinking to myself that it would be easier to get in and out of. As I watched I pushed my trousers down and slipped them off leaving me naked from the waist down, my hand pumping up and down my cock with the same pace of the fuck show in front of me. The top motioned to me to step forward as his pumping hips continued to force grunts of pleasure from the bottom he was so eagerly fucking. Following his instruction I was quickly alongside him and he put his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, never once breaking his stride as he fucked hard and deep into the guy bent in front of him. For my part I was keen to join in in any way I could especially if it meant receiving the same treatment as the one currently getting filled with what seemed a very generous dick. I happily pressed my lips to his and opened my mouth to let our tongues slide around each other. His fingers on the nape of my neck were squeezing and massaging me as we kissed which left me panting with passion. He too began panting but for other reasons as his exertions were reaching their peak. He broke our kiss but held me firm resting our forheads together as his body tensed. His hips were pressed firmly again the arsecheeks of the guy at the urinal and it was obvious he was unloading all the way up insde that well fucked hole. I felt a pang of jealousy wishing it was me receiving that hot creamy delivery but I was still insanely turned on to have been brought in closer to enjoy their coupling. Breathing heavily the top patted the back of my head and panted, "That was fucking hot mate. Wish you'd got here earlier we could all have enjoyed a bit more." I just nodded dumbly in the darkness sensing that this show was going to be over all too soon. The top slowly eased himself out of the arsehole he had just bred and I don't know what came over me. I needed more so I sank to my knees between them and wrapped my lips around his semi hard, cum covered cock and sucked and licked at him tasting everything of the recent fucking. "Oh fuck! You dirty cunt." With his cock in my mouth I couldn't really argue, especially with the use it had so recently been put to. But he was right. I was hungry and felt like being a dirty slut and I wanted to prove it to them both. I could feel him beginning to stiffen and he grabbed my head. I tried to prepare thinking he was going to shove his cock all the way down my throat, but I was surprised when he pulled completely out from between my lips. Before I could murmur even a sound of protest he turned me and pushed my face between the arsecheeks of his freshly fucked companion and told me to get my mouth to use. As I ran my tongue over the wet and opened fuckhole I reached up and grabbed those firm cheeks to spread them making it easier to press my tongue deeper inside. I heard an appreciative murmur from above and from behind me I heard the top address his buddy. "Fuck me this dirty fucker is a live one Tim. Push that load out and feed this pig what he needs." Almost instantly I felt the body of who I now knew to be Tim tense. His arsehole blossomed out as I sucked at him and I tasted the familiar salty sweet flavour of sperm as the last deposit was pushed out onto my waiting tongue. I lapped at his rosebud hole like a thirsty animal getting every drop of cum I could find; all the while Tim groaned from the sensation of my mouth working over his obviously tender opening. "Fuck, its too much, its too much!" Tim straightened up and moved away from my oral ministrations and stood there panting heavily with his slender cock dripping a copious amount of precum. I was transfixed by the glistening tip and made a move to take him into my mouth. He laughed and pulled away saying, "Sorry mate, I know you're hungry for more but you caught us right at the end. We have to be on the road." With that he grabbed the pile of clothes he had been standing over and moved to dress himself. "Tim's right I'm sorry to say. I really do wish we had more time because I would love to fuck that arse of yours." The nameless top apologised as he too began arranging his clothes. "Hopefully we'll catch you here again, but I promise you if you wait here it won't be long before you get what you want, especially with that arse of yours." He made an appreciative noise and playfully slapped my behind as he moved to leave. Following Tim he paused in the doorway and said to me, "John by the way. And I really do hope I get a go on your hole one day, I'd love to breed you good." With that he turned and left before I could respond and I was left in the darkened room still half naked with only the taste of his cum on my lips. I considered his words and decided I could stand to wait a little longer even if I didn't really think it would get better than I'd just had. I kicked my trousers to the side and stood exactly where Tim had so recently held position and I copied him exactly. Hands on the wall back arched and my exposed arse pushed back for anyone to find me, slutty and waiting.
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Was feeling totally slutty and horny as hell y’day evening and decided it was too nice an evening to waste indoors. I put on my favourite black lycra running shorts and a blue compression sleeveless vest. Because i was feeling so horny and slutty i also put on a chrome cockring, just to have that feel of my cock throbbing. I put on my running shoes and off i went. Before i left i made sure my ass was, as usual, ready for any possible action. I took the run through a local park which has a forest area at the end of it. After my second lap i passed a really hot looking guy also jogging, aged in his 30’s, lean but muscular. He was wearing a tank top and compression shorts. I usually find that guys wearing compression shorts are advertising. As i passed him i looked back to have a discreet look at his ass (I’m a big ass man) and he had also turned to look back at me. We both nodded at each other and he smiled and then we just kept jogging on our way. I thought id lost him and was secretly cursing my luck, I was so horned up and in full slut mode (more a slut in training really, not a full slut yet!!) i could feel the sweat had built up nicely in my anus and i was so horned up. Nearing the end of my third lap i spotted him and he had stopped at a bench near the forest area and was stretching his leg up on the bench. Despite being a slut, i jogged slowly past him and gazed back. He was looking at me and smiled and lowered his hand to his crotch. Slut mode kicked in automatically and i turned and walked back to the same bench and began to stretch my legs too. He said “im going to cool down with a jog through the forest” and off he slowly jogged. I followed him, that delicious nervous jittering building up in my crotch and especially my cunt. He stoped deep in the forest and leaned up against a tree smiling at me. He pulled his lycra shorts down and hooked them under his balls. No further invitation being needed i dropped to my knees and hoovered up his sweaty balls while he jacked his thick shaft. He was muttering how good my mouth was on his balls. Then i motioned for him to turn around and i pulled his shorts down off his bubble ass and parting his cheeks i stuck my nose into his crack. I love the scent of a musky manly sweaty crack. After enjoying the aroma of his body i buried my tongue up his hole. He’s clearly top only because his anus was supertight and lacked the evidence of having been used. After feeding on his gorgeous anus i spun him around and sucked his cock (about 7.5”) into my mouth and gave him a good blowjob for about 10 mins. I was pinching my tits while doing this (i have V sensitive tits) and had pulled my compression shorts down off my ass and was fingering my sweaty cunt. Then i stood up letting him make the next move. He pushed me against the tree and spat on his cock while finger fucking my cunt. “You want my cock?” He asked. “Fuck me stud, breed me” i replied and pulled my compression shorts off and bent over for him. He lined his cockhead up against my dilated anus and pushed in. Was wishing i had poppers with me, but hey can’t have everything in these situations. Must remember that for next time. I think he was surprised how easily his cock was sheathed up my cunt. He fucked me for a good 10 min and said “I’m getting close. Where’d ya want my load?” I told him to breed me. To which he replied “hot fucking slut” and slammed in a few more times then unleashed his load. His sweat soaked chest pressed against my back as he had pulled me back onto his upper body, still wedged up my ass. He pulled out and i immediately knelt down and devoured his cock to clean it of my ass juices and his ball slime. “Amazing ass man, def wana breed you again” he said. “I could have a pal jogging with me next time if you like, bottom slut i fuck. He’d love to watch me fuck the hole off you while you suck him.” I told him sure id love that. So we arranged for same time next week. Cant fucking wait. Will bring poppers too. I jogged home with the scent of his anus up my nose and his load leaking out past the dilated wet lips of my cunt.
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Another Real Experience (X 2!) - The Porn Star And The Trucker
versmetropig posted a blog entry in Blog versmetropig
Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2- 13 comments
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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 -
Moderator's note: I encountered this story on another site, and from all appearances it was written by Jerry Prince, AKA RawTopDad, who has contributed a number of excellent stories. As far as I can determine it does not appear elsewhere in Breeding.zone, and given the superb writing, I decided to post it here. If Jerry Prince AKA RawTopDad objects to the story being posted here I will certainly delete it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I love my partner, but there comes a time when you need something different, so when that time arrives, I go to the baths and see what I can find. We’ve all done it, so you know the routine. After I paid and got my room and stripped to the towel, I started cruising. Every time I would see a guy I thought was hot and I’d chat him up, another guy would come up and join us and end up taking the prize away from me. There was another Daddy there, not as old as me, about 45, hairy, fairly well built, at least a lot better than me, and we ended up complaining to each other about the lack of boys for us to nail. We introduced ourselves after we’d talked for a while. Hank was doing the same thing I was, looking for something fresh, different, exciting. We asked status and we both were Poz, undetectable. We were comparing our exploits, who had fucked more men, who fucked more often, when he asked me how big my dick was. I just pulled the towel away and showed him, and he did the same. We were very similarly endowed. I’m sure each of us would have said mine was just a little bit bigger, as we all do. Hank suggested we go to my room and have a taste of each other’s meat and see if one got a lot bigger than the other that way. I never turn down an offer of sex, even if it’s just to get my dick sucked, so I said sure and led the way to my little room. As soon as we got there the towels were on the floor and were exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and tongues. Hank was really good at it, probably better than me. I always aim for the boy’s ass, so I want him to suck my dick while I finger his ass and then rim him to get him ready. Hank wasn’t doing that at all; he was really just making out with me and enjoying my body. So I decided to return the favor and did my best to enjoy his body. He had the better body, so that was easy. Somehow Hank got me on the bed with him on top of me, and he gradually worked his way to my nips and then my dick, which was stiff with anticipation from all the making out. He was like my partner; he didn’t suck dick, he worshipped it. He wasn’t trying to suck me off, he was enjoying every inch. Then he moved down to my balls and I was really enjoying how he licked and sucked on them. Then he moved to my ass with his tongue, just moving naturally on down, and he raised one leg to get a better taste, so I raised the other leg, and soon I looked just like the boys in the porn videos, holding my legs up and making my ass wide open for him. I’ll give it to him, Hank was much better at rimming than I am. He was making love to my hole. I lick and suck the hole and spit it full so I can slide home, and then finger it in, getting the boy ready for my dick. Hank was just enjoying himself, and so was I. He chewed and sucked and kissed my hole, and then began playing with my hole, sticking in a finger and then rimming, then two fingers and then rimming. It was wonderful! I just closed my eyes and laid there and enjoyed what he was doing. Then I got the feeling that there was something more than fingers in my hole, and I opened my eyes to see Hank standing there over me smiling, and I realized it was his stiff cock in my hole. I had been seduced, and now I was fucked. He leaned over me and kissed me, and in doing that he drove his cock deep in the hole he had just lubed up with his spit. While we were kissing he began to hump my ass. I couldn’t cry out because we were kissing, or I sure would have. It had been ages since I had meat in my hole. Then as we were kissing he got his arms up under my shoulders and pulled me into him hard. I was now fully impaled, so there was no question that I was gonna get fucked good. By this time I had realized it and taken the advice they give to rape victims: If you see you’re gonna get fucked, relax and enjoy it. Hank has a great dick, and he’d shown me how good he was at making out and getting me ready for his prick, so more power to you man, you got where you wanted, now you damn sure better show me a good time! Lust began to take over, and he began to hump ass. When you see sweat drip off a man’s nose while he fucks your ass, you know he’s working for it. nd as much as I hated to admit it, Hank was a damn fine fucker. He was using all the techniques I use to make it good for both men. He would pull all most all the way out, give some short strokes and then pound it in deep when the hole was not expecting it. Sometimes he would pull all the way out and then slam it in. But soon he got into the big deep strokes, which when I’m fucking mean I want to get my rocks off and have to pound ass. I wrapped my legs around his hips and stayed with him. “You sure are a dirty fucker!” I told him. He just smiled and picked up speed. “You gonna breed my ass, fucker?” I asked. “Damn right. I’ve been saving my cum for about a week. You’re gonna know it when I blow my wad in your ass!” “Then come on, fucker, show me what you got for me! Plow ass, man, breed that hole, gimme your load. FUCK!” I thought he was gonna split my ass in two then. I also wished the door had been open so we could have had a crowd see this, but I know they heard the WOP-WOP fucking sound of two sweating bodies slapping together. His dick seemed to grow inside me and I felt it get red hot and suddenly he stood still, put his head back and just bellowed. And as he did that I felt his cock let loose in my ass. It was like a fire hose spurting his seed deep in my guts. Then he began to pound it in deep with the final spurts. When his dick was done and began to go soft he lay down on top of me and began to kiss me. He is just an incredible fucker and lover. As much as I disliked his taking advantage of me, I had to admire his technique. He began to profusely thank me for some of the greatest sex he had enjoyed in some time, and I had to say about the same. I can’t remember the last time I got fucked and enjoyed it this much. After that we went to the showers to rinse off the cum and then out for a smoke. That was when he revealed his philosophy to me. “I always look for a Poz top when I come to the baths. If he’s Poz, he took it up the ass to get knocked up. And if he’s a top, he usually doesn’t bottom, so he will have the tightest and thus best ass in the place.” I had to tell him I had never thought of it that way. When I go to the baths I’m looking for a bottom to take my dick and hopefully my load(s). I had never thought of another top as being the best fuck in the room. I was both embarrassed and proud. “Now you’ve got my load in your ass, Jerry,” Hank said, “so I wanna to see you plant your load in my boy while you have my load in your hole.” I got stiff just thinking of that, a daddy giving me his boy to breed because he’s already bred me. “Tommy’s had the run of the place while we were fucking, so he’s probably already got a load or two in his ass by this time. Hope you don’t mind,” Hank said. “Hell no, I love to fuck in cum,” I replied adding "You two sound like me and my partner. We each enjoy watching the other have sex with other men. It's a turn-on and gives us ideas for our next fuck.” Hank led the way to his room where we found Tommy saying thanks to the stud that had just given him a load. Tommy had been very well trained by Hank. As soon as Hank told Tommy that he had just given me a load and now it was his duty to take my load Tommy dropped to his knees and sucked me until I was hard, and then lay back on the bed, lifting his legs for my convenience. Tommy was the perfect boy for Hank, smooth like a surfer and just beginning to work out, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and the sweetest smile when he has cock in his hole. Hank told me that boy lives for dick; loves to suck it but mainly wants to ride it. All I knew was that it was a beautiful looking and feeling hole, and so well-buttered for me with the load that was already in place. There is no better lube than another man’s cum! Plus there’s no doubt that the boy takes loads, so you’re free to breed. I tried to do as good a rim job on his beautiful ass as Hank had done on mine, but I was so turned on by this hot boy and the fact that his Daddy wanted me to breed him, that I had to get my cock in that sweet hole. A boy like this is my ideal fuck, and having his Daddy’s cum burning a hole in my ass had me stiff as a poker. Add to that fucking in another man’s cum, and it was pure porn sex. I wanted to slow down and make it last but it was too hot. And Hank had Tommy trained to urge his top on. He was saying all the right things: “Come on Daddy, breed your boy, gimme that load of Daddy cum, make me your boy!” He lit the fire in my balls and I sure did my best to imitate Hank, pausing to let him feel my cock spasm in his ass before I pounded it in hard and worked it in deep. Now it was me with sweat dripping off my nose, but man, it sure did feel good to feel my cock spurt in that hot boy with his Dad’s load in my ass. It was like his Dad’s cum in my ass dripped into my balls and shot into his boy’s ass. After that it was back to the showers again, and then out for another smoke. I was between them and they were both appreciative. I was in that ‘after-fuck’ glow, so happy and satisfied, but they were not, so soon they were off searching for more men. I had enjoyed enough; I got fucked when I was expecting to fuck, and then I got to fuck one of the best asses I’ve had in a long time, so that was enough for me. I went home happy and slept well. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com 3/31/12 Jerry Prince rawtopdad@aol.com
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It Had to Happen: Blogger meets Reader
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—August, 2023 I think we both knew it had to happen. It was just up to him for when. My prolific commentor, GaryM, finally took the big step to say he wanted to come to the playroom. From all our banter in the comment section, I knew we liked the same things, so of course I said ‘yes!’ We settled on a day and time in the middle of the last full week of the month. GaryM arrived on time—and was slightly nervous. He is around my age, with a slender build and a beard that I couldn’t wait to feel on my ass. I think he double checked his cleanout after the long car ride and then I took him downstairs… I lean against the fuck bench. He is sitting on the bed. “I think you should get me hard.” He kneels on the padded exercise mat below the bench. He makes a sound in the back of his throat that is all about desire. He does a deep intake of breath, his nose deep it the fabric of the jock pouch. He is definitely someone who appreciates the work I’ve done on making this jock ripe. He exhales slowly and begins to lick it. His tongue is active and determined. The pouch is pulled back and he licks the head of my erecting cock. He groans as he gets some precum. He swallows me to root and back again. I don’t have to ask him to include my balls. He’s read countless times how I love them licked and not sucked. He leaves them wet and slick, going back to my cock shaft once again. I let him get his fill—but I am eager to get my tongue into him. “Let’s use the bench,” I suggest. GaryM gets up on it. I adjust him slightly, so his leaking dick is not mashed on the upper part, but hanging off it. I get some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his pucker. It’s a hole that has seen a fair amount of play—and a responsive one. The moment I lick it, GaryM groans and his hole opens a fraction. I poke in and begin a seriously long rimjob. He groans and mutters to himself. I grease my cock as I continue to lick and suck and spit into him. I need to do it. I want my cock up that ass. I stand up, the head slapping at his open hole. I push—and I’m in. I pause. GaryM groans—and I slide all the way in. My pubes grind against him. I’m deep. His ass squeezes down on me. I wait until it releases my dick before I begin to fuck. GaryM is now moaning. His eyes find the mirror that sits on the side wall, tilted so he can see me fucking him. He is fascinated and can’t look away. I pull my cock out of his ass. He begs for it, even as I am already walking towards his mouth. He cleans me—every inch of my cock and balls. I go back up him with just the spit he’s left behind on my cock. He groans, louder this time. I am repeatedly hitting his prostate. The next time I pull out, I let him clean me again, but I also spend time tonguing his well fucked hole. It’s delicious. I understand now why he wouldn’t let my assflavored cock out of his mouth. We switch to the sling. GaryM loves the new view in the mirror above him. Again, I eat his ass for longer than usual. I finally rear up and fuck him. Slow and purposefully, building to a chain rattling fast tempo with my hips slapping hard into his upturned ass. I pause. I eat his ass. It’s incredibly juicy now. I fuck him again. This time when I pull out, I bring it around to the top of the sling. He cranes around and takes as much of my proffered penis as he can in this awkward position. He groans, feeling supremely slutty. I go back and fuck him one more time. “I think we need to let me in the sling so you can lick my ass.” He’s been waiting. I get am out—and I get in, pulling the straps of the jock up so they are out of the way of my hole. He kneels. He licks my balls first…and then slowly works his way down. He groans as his tongue hits my much tighter pucker. He tells me I taste good. I am sure that the vigorous fucking we’ve done has given my hole a hot sheen of sweat. I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue and lips go to work on me… * We do another round of fucking in the sling. I start slowly again. His hole has closed up from when he knelt to rim me. I work it open with my wet cockhead, smearing my juices all over those swollen asslips. Only then do I enter him. And fuck. Hard. With a drive to get my balls working towards orgasm. I stop, leaving him panting and wet. “It’s time for the rimseat.” I go under first. I lick his hole—which the seat stretches open for even deeper access. GaryM moans and watches the nasty porn in front of him, flexing his ass muscles occasionally. When he does, his puffy asslips push into my mouth, making me moan. Everytime he does it. Then we switch. GaryM is in another place now. Oh, he’s down there, making me feel terrific, but we are both floating—our minds only thinking of the pleasure we are giving each other. He has no intention of stopping. I finally have to stand up to rest my legs, as the seat is low for me. He begs me to sit down again. And I make him happy. I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue do anything it wants to me… But finally, I know I need to breed or I will just not be able to do it if we go much longer. We choose the sling—as I want to see his face when I let loose. I rim. I fuck. I rim. His hole is so wet with his ass juices, I only stop licking when I realize I’m going to shoot. I stand up—and fuck my dick inside of him. It explodes…blast after blast… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: It Had to Happen: Blogger meets Reader (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 16, 2023 -
A BBRTS hookup started with the guy rimming me. He fingered me … then he fucked me after that we switched and I fucked him And bred him
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Pissing and Rimming Brent
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—June, 2023 I received an email in my felchingpisser account. The sender said he’d met me at a Cum-Union quite some time ago. He told me that I ate the three or four loads he’d taken out of his ass and fucked him with what little cum was still in his hole. He’d been thinking about me a lot lately—and he wanted to meet. I have to say, the incident had all the hallmarks of me, but I couldn’t picture the man. We quickly switched to text. He sent me a face shot. I remembered him immediately. He is half my age, and a great pig. He is slender, tall, with tufts of hair on his chest and a furry ass. We had not played again. Now he wanted to get wet with me in the playroom. We sent a bunch of texts with ideas for play and our limits. Sometimes I don’t like to answer the text ‘What are you going to do to me?’—the guy is just jerking to the words and doesn’t really want to do more. I was sure that was not Brent. We talked about scenarios that turned us on. Everything we brought up, we both liked. I even agreed to meet with him a little earlier than I usually play. He was so excited, he arrived earlier yet. But I was ready for him… I open the door to the playroom. I am wearing just boots and the jock I am grunging up for a reader. There, on his knees, is this hot young man. He is wearing the white jock I requested, so we can watch it change color. He has tall athletic socks on and nothing else. He is kneeling in front of the sling, his hands behind his back. Eager. And expectant. I mash the pouch of my pungent and stained jock into his face. He groans and begins to lick it. I will myself to piss—but I can’t quite get there, even as hydrated as I am. Instead, my cock erects and he gives me some great head. I grab his ears and face fuck him for a bit. I can’t wait to eat his ass after so long. I tell him to get up on the bench. His hot hairy butt juts out at the perfect height for me to dive in. My tongue pokes into his tight hole. But it loosens instantly. I spit and lick it up—again and again. “Take some poppers,” I tell him. I’ve seen the bottle in his hand. He does. I stand up and let them hit him, slapping my hard cock on his right cheek. I poke at his much looser hole, but I don’t go in—I shower it with piss. It sluices down his hairy crack and onto the towel under the bench. It’s not a big gush of liquid, just enough to flavor his hole. I go to my knees and lick it up. He groans. I hear him take another hit as I eat him out again. When he gets the cap back on, I stand up and enter him for the first of countless times today. His hole is hot and ready. I sink all the way into him as he groans. Brent pushes back, taking the last inch I was saving for later. Damn, he’s hungry. I begin the fuck, long and slow. I build fast. Really slamming it into his receptive ass. He groans and eggs me on, telling me how good I’m making him feel. I slow down—and pull out. “Let me taste my ass.” I bring it to his face. He licks and swallows me down, groaning at the juices on my cock. It gets me even harder, so I pull out and fuck him again… * He’s in the sling. I am eating Brent’s wet, and much looser hole. I stand up. My dick spurts piss all over his jock pouch. I send a splash onto his chest—almost to his gaping mouth. I dig his semi-hard out of the sopping wet pouch and wet it directly. I bend and suck the piss off his cock. He mops up his chest with his fingers and tastes me that way. We fuck. Repeatedly. Brent cleaning my cock after each round. “Daddy, I want to lick your hole like you promised.” We change places. I lie on the damp sling. Brent goes to his knees and eats my hole out. I close my eyes and revel in the all the sensations. I hear him stand. A gallon of piss is squirting out of him. It is a young man’s flow—long and forever and copious. It covers my ass, my jock and up to my chest. It’s my turn to mop some up and taste it. Brent goes to his knees, rimming me madly, trying to catch every delicious drop as it clings to the hair of my ass… * We fuck some more with him in the sling. As he cleans my dick, I strap the leather restraints on his wrists. I buckle them on his ankles as well. As he lays there, I flatten the bench to become a padded table. I get him out of the sling and onto the table before I grab the hogtie clip. I clip his arms and legs to the four sides, causing them to bunch his limbs together. I push down on it and it rolls his ass up to a good angle to fuck him while he’s helpless. I fuck him hard. He cleans my dick and we do it again. * I’ve pulled out the rimseat. “Do you want to sit on it or be under it?” I ask. “Under,” he says quickly, as he lays down on the mat. I sit and let him go to work. I use his poppers and relax and his active tongue licks every inch of my crack and hole. I stand when my legs need to stretch, but he begs me to sit down again. I do, taking another hit. Eventually, we reverse. I have him lean into the sling and shoot some piss on his hairy butt hole before he sits on my face. I love how it keeps dripping—as I can’t possibly lick it up fast enough… * “I want you to breed me,” he says as he helps me up from the mat. We have been playing for a very long time—and I am more than ready, after rimming him so deeply. We both are very damp—all over. And it feels great on this hot day. I choose the sling. “I want to see your face as I load you.” He gets in. I kneel and eat his hole. I can’t get enough. I pull the cheeks apart and go as deep as on the rim seat. I hear him do poppers. I lube up as I eat. I stand and slide in. He locks eyes with me. “Fuck my wet ass. Hard!” I do as I’m told. I am so close. He passes me his poppers. I take a hit. I feel my cock swell even more as I screw the cap on. I begin slamming into his wet ass. The room is filled with the sound of our wet bodies colliding. “Do it. Fill me up…” he groans out. I thrust a few more times. I really want to tongue him again, but I don’t stop. I am so damn close. “Breed me…please…” I look at him. I can see that lust for load in his eyes. And I shoot. Over and over. I fuck it deep. And it feels like there’s a lot of jizz. I bend down and hold on to him, my cock still deep in his guts. His arms wrap around me. Eventually, I move. I slip to my knees and lick out some of my load. I feed it to his eager mouth, in a sloppy kiss… The original, with a hot pic of Brent, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pissing and Rimming Brent (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 15, 2023
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