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Osvaldo Wants Something New
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—August, 2023 After the house party, I waited an entire week to have sex again. Me. I was completely sated from my time in Chicago at the house party. I was also making sure that everything was normal—and that I hadn’t picked up anything during all that play. I was also saving up a big load for Osvaldo. He hasn’t been mentioned on here for a bit, as he’s been out of commission. Osvaldo loves big things in his ass and he told me about 8 months ago he was bleeding after getting fucked. I know he went to the doctor—but he never told me exactly what was happening, whether it was an anal fissure or some hemorrhoids that were bleeding, or what. It took him half a year to recover—but he announced his first post hiatus anal sex with a series of pictures sent to my phone. He was ready for me anytime—but with my summer schedule, we had to delay it until August. We planned our meet for a CumUnion. He wanted me and anyone else who wanted a turn inside him. We agreed on 9pm. I drove up and learned he was running late. He told me to go there and have fun—just not to blow my load. I got there, checked in and wore the grungy jock and my boots. I slung the towel over my shoulder and went to see who else was around… The crowd is sparse. And talkative. It is more of a social club tonight than a sex club. There are likely 15 or so guys here, much more interested in the porn or the hot tub than having sex. Or maybe it’s early. I walk around and note there is a new fuck bench near the sling—replacing a worn-out couch in the back corner. I go into the big screen television room and settle in to watch some porn. I can usually find a man to give me some warm-up head here. Not tonight. I stroke. I walk and check the time. He’s now 30 minutes late from his newest guestimate of arrival. In the course of my rounds, I bump into an acquaintance from the gay campground. We chat and eye each other, but don’t do anything. I go back to a smaller porn station near the sling. A man comes around the corner. Tall and around my age. He sits in the other chair. He drops his towel. He has a hard seven incher. We stroke. He sucks me. I return the favor. Neither of us thinking we will get the other off. As he stands and wraps the towel around him, the Campground Guy comes in and lies in the sling. And I thought he was a top. I go over and begin rimming him. He groans. “Someone told me you’re good at eating hole—and they aren’t lying.” He groans again and strokes his dick. “You ready for my cock.” He nods. “Always wanted it…” I bounce the head on his tight ball sack and add a little more lube to the shaft. I ease it into him. He’s tight—but my cock has no entry problems. His erection goes down as he takes me, but he is concentrating on his ass now anyway. I hold and our eyes meet. He nods and I begin fucking. The sling starts creaking. All the guys in the lounge around the corner crowd in to watch. They keep their distance. The looks range from turned on to put out that someone is having more fun than they are. I slow down and begin very long strokes—almost pulling out of Campground Guy and then slamming back in. His breathing is ragged now. His cock is oozing constantly as I pummel him. “Oh, fuck…” He doesn’t truly shoot, but cum is just released from his balls. I bend over and lick some of it up and pull my cock out of him at the same time. “Damn, I needed that,” he groans as I help him out. The crowd immediately disperses… * Osvaldo’s now an hour late from the new start time. But I finally see him come in. He gets ready—but is still running around, not settling down to play. After 20 minutes of this, I finally tell him to come meet me at the sling when he’s ready. I go up, thinking I can get some head to keep me hard until he arrives. I’m wrong. But Osvaldo is soon there. He wants to try the new bench. I tell him to suck me, to get me super hard. He does. Avidly. “Up on the bench.” He crawls up and I spread his full butt cheeks. My tongue finds his hole. I burrow in. We have an observer. The only man here now that I think is a top. He strokes an ample cock to our play. As I stand up, his eyes are glued to my cock entering Osvaldo raw. “You should use his mouth,” I say as I sink into place. He makes no move to do so, but strokes harder. I fuck. It feels great to be back in this wet hole. Another younger man enters. The stroking top touches his arm and younger guy goes to his knees to suck the top. I grin and keep plowing Osvaldo. Soon, the other top gets the younger man on his feet and bent over. The bench is just long enough that the two bottoms are now face to face. The top pushes into the ass of the other younger man. The Daddies fuck as the two young men hold onto each other, moaning. I want them to kiss, but it doesn’t happen. Osvaldo gestures he wants to get up. He leads me by the hand to his room on the floor below. He desperately wants to film the fucking—and can’t in the public space. I eat his ass. He films it. I fuck him bent over on the bed. He films it. And I take the camera from him for a different angle. He sits on my face. And films it. And riding my cock as I lie there. I suggest I hold the camera and do an underneath shot as I fuck him on all fours. He loves the idea. We fuck. It is late and I’m tired. More from all the waiting and doing nothing than from play. We go back upstairs. “Remember, what you promised,” he whispers as he climbs in the sling. I eat his now thoroughly fucked hole. I stand up and slide in. As the sling creaks, a few men come in. One is brave enough to come over and offer a hard cock for Osvaldo’s mouth. “Fuck him good,” says one of the onlookers. “Fill that fucker up.” Little does the onlooker know… I am close, willing myself to cum. I do a blast of cum into him. Osvaldo forgets about the cock in his mouth and milks my dick. “Do it, Daddy…” he whispers. I concentrate—and begin to piss. He has never taken my piss, but lately every text has been about my pissing in his ass. Now I am. And it’s a bigger load than I thought I had in me. I pressure wash his gut. Osvaldo is groaning and kneading his cock through the fabric covering it. I finally go dry. I pull out of him carefully. He leaks just a few drops that I quickly mop up with my towel. He has his camera with him and races to the shower. The next day I get a video of him expelling the piss from his ass in a high arc… Osvaldo sent me videos of us and then pictures taken from the videos. And all included his face—and I can’t publish them here. I will post a few of him from the last time we met instead. They are on the main site--use the link address below. The original post, with pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Wants Something New (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 14, 2023-
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Texting for Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Northern Indiana—June, 2021 At the very end of June, I was due to start my second contract of the summer. On my way there, I made a point to overnight near the bookstore in Indiana where I have had the most fun. I had not been there for over a year with the lockdown. The set-up had not changed at all in the booths with the (low) gloryholes. Across the lobby, the big screen television room had removed most of the seating. Now two benches were there—on opposite sides of the room. I started there… I leave my mask on and stroke to the porn. I am surprised by movement to my left. Behind the bench there is low wall—and someone is there, though I couldn’t see them as I entered. A young man comes around and sits on the opposite bench. He is masked, seems to be in his 30’s, with a slim build. And a rampant cock. He jerks away—to me as much as the porn. A man comes in, likely late 40’s. He’s also masked and makes a beeline to the younger man. The new guy reaches for his belt and quickly unbuckles. His walking shorts fall around his ankles. He is going commando. He turns toward the kid and presents his ass. The young man is not about to fuck so he turns to reach for the young guy. The stroker won’t even let him touch his obviously wet dick. It’s my cue. I walk over and slap my dick on the guy’s ass. He turns to me. I may be older, but I’m bigger. The half-naked guy quickly re-focuses. He raises his mask a fraction, leans over and sucks me. With more enthusiasm than skill. I reach over his back and feel his butt. He loves this and groans around my dick in his throat. The young stroker is jerking faster and faster. The bent over man swivels again and presents me with his ass. I grease up and enter him. I slide home in one stroke. He has either prelubed or has a load. I fuck him slowly, with deep strokes. The Jerker loves this. Someone else comes in—mid 40’s and showing a well defined chest under his tight tee. He watches and takes out his dick. He removes his mask altogether, sure that the young stroker will be his. He is just as good looking—so it’s possible. I pick up the fuck rhythm. The unmasked one leans in to suck the jerker’s dick. My man explodes on the floor—his load fucked out of him. The Jerker, as if on cue, blasts out his load—all over the handsome one’s face. It drips off his nose and chin onto the dirty tile. The young man gives the guy one woefully inadequate tissue to clean himself up. My bottom leaves. The Jerker leaves. I am left with the handsome guy. I give him two napkins from my pocket so he can wipe actually get the load off his face. He does—and puts his mask on. I go back to my bench. He takes the Jerker’s place. Some minutes pass before he pulls out his dick. We stroke. Eventually he stands and comes over, his fat seven incher swinging. I raise my mask and go to my knees. I take him in my mouth—and he gives me a load rather quickly. He is just pulling his shorts up as another man enters. The new guy comes right over and unbuttons his Levis. He must have stunning in his prime. His hair is dark—but it is now dyed jet black. He has great cheek bones, but his facial skin has been over baked in the sun. He is still quite trim. His cock is semi hard—and never gets harder. Though I work skillfully on it. “That’s great,” he tells me, referring to my busy tongue. “Did that guy give you a load? I got one for you, too. You better be ready; it’s gonna be huge…” He goes on and on—obviously turning himself on—though not erecting. Then, with a shallow intake of air: “I’m so damn close. Fuck! Here it is—take it all.” I get one or two tiny drops on my tongue from his semi-hard. “Damn, I’m glad you could swallow all that,” he says as he puts his cock away and leaves. * I have make a tour of the arcade. It’s busy. But I am just too damn tall for the gloryholes. I go back to the television room. I watch. Alone. The curtains rustle. In walks a familiar face. I think—with the damned mask. He comes right over and calls me by name. I struggle for his, but I remember his sizable cock, his gorgeous ebony skin and his skill with my dick. He almost always tops the men he meets, but when we met, years ago, he wanted me inside his ass. He wouldn’t do it in a bookstore—so he drove to Michigan, and in the old playroom rode the sling until he climaxed with me inside him. There must be a post about him…somewhere. We catch up with each other…then… “I think I have someone for that…” he gestures at my still hard cock. “Let me text him.” He whips out his phone and types. An answer comes back in seconds. “He’s almost here. I want to watch you fuck him.” He leaves to cruise the booths. In moments he comes back and collects me. A short, white guy with a shaved head is waiting by one of the booths with no glory hole. He is anywhere from 35 to 45, decently built. In moments, he shows his best feature as the shorts come off, revealing a smooth white butt with just wisps of hair down the crack. The two of us take out our cocks. The bottom swivels around and goes to his knees. It’s tight but we can stand on either side of him so he can take one, then the other in his mouth. “Yesssss...” he croons as he goes back and forth. “Show him your ass,” says my bud. Obediently, he turns and kneels on the bench, his glorious butt high in the air. I kneel on the floor and start rimming him. My friend jerks to the scene. From the moment my tongue goes in, his pucker flowers open. This boy knows just what he wants. He groans loudly—and then more softly as he hears footsteps in the arcade. “Fuck his hole.” I stand up. My cock slaps his ass. I line up—and before I can push in, the bottom impales himself on me. I slap his ass and take over the drilling. His hole is really wet. He continually milks my shaft on ever stroke. It’s a hot fuck. And I give him a ball-slapping ride. “Take a turn,” I tell my friend. We can just squeeze by each other. He slides in—I love watching him use this guy. But he doesn’t do him for long. He pulls out and we change places again. My cock goes in. Deep. “Breed me, Daddy,” he grunts out. “I want your cum.” I surprise myself by feeling my balls tighten up. “I want you as my first load today. Cum in me.” I increase my pace. And I’m there. I hold onto his hips and fill his ass. My thrusts slow—and I begin churning my own cum—making it froth around his puffy red ass lips. I pull out—and can just manage not to squirm as he somehow turns in the tight space and begins to clean my cock… To see the original post (and 1000 more): [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/texting-for-ass.html
