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Went upstairs to the bathroom in a department store this afternoon while shopping with my husband. He didn’t have to go so he waited outside for me. The department store was not busy at all so it was a great place to cruise. Like no one would go up there. But in walks a guy who goes to the last urnal as I’m sitting in the stall taking a shit. I hear him take a piss but he just stands there without pulling up his zipper. I finish up and take a look. He was pretty hot. I wanted to go look at his dick and blow him but it was way to risky. My husband had already walked in once. I totally would’ve blown him and swallowed his load or let him breed me. We talked on Grindr after and were into each other. Guess I’ll have to take a trip without my husband. This was at Sears in the Florida mall. If anyone knows anymore cruising spots in and around that area let me know.
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On a hot Summer evening, just as the sun was setting, Alex Russo sat on a park bench, smoking a fatty. Best described as an otter, Alex is 6' tall, 180 lbs and covered, head to toes in a carpet of curly black hair, with a mane of wavy black, shoulder length hair and sporting a scruffy goatee. Dressed in purple shorts, a yellow tank top with PIG printed in bold letters and drenched with sweat, he was truly a sight to behold. The weed was potent and Alex zoned out until he felt a finger poking his chest. "Hey there, pig! Seeing you here, all sexy, hairy and sweaty, I had to meet you! My name's Jack Babbitt, Blackie to my friends and I hope you'll be my newest one! I ain't seen you here before, so I'm guessing you're new to the area." Blackie was a dark skinned man, 5'6", thin, with a huge, old school afro, thick full beard and stache. He was bare chested, with both of his nipples pierced, and he wore a pair of baggy red basketball shorts which did nothing to hide his cock. "If I was out of line calling you pig, please forgive me!" Feeling a stirring in his own crotch, Alex replied, "There's nothing to forgive! I'm Alex Russo, but I've been called many names, all accurate! Just moved here a week ago and wouldn't you know, my air conditioner went on the fritz 2 hours ago. Sexy is what you see looking back at you in your mirror! Your pierced nipples look so chewable!" Blackie wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Some guys get into tats, but in my case it's piercings! My air conditioner is working fine, so if you want to come to my place, you can chew on my pierced nipples and check out my other piercings! I do bite, but only when asked and only as hard as you like! One more thing, I hate being alone when I party and I don't mind sharing, but if you don't indulge, I'm cool with that! What do you say?" Licking his lips, Alex said, "You just made me an offer I can't refuse! I party and I'm willing to kick in for my share, unless you prefer another arrangement! One thing you need to know, I'm poz and undetectable! Never had a condom on or in me, so if that makes a difference, I'll understand!" "Music to my ears!" Blackie exclaimed with a broad smile. "I'm just like you, except for the fact that I tried getting fucked with a condom once and it was so uncomfortable that I told the guy to take the condom off or take off and when the guy chose to leave, I had no regrets! Honestly, if your butt is as hairy as the rest of you, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you and my ass is yours to fuck!"
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Even in big Midwestern cities, driving an hour in any direction will land you in the middle of nowhere. You'll see a lot of corn, soybeans, windmills, grain silos, etc. You also see a lot of abandoned houses—barns, mostly, but buildings that look like they haven't been repaired or even lived in for decades. They look scary, right? Like people might've been killed in there. When I used to pick college boys up from campus and tell them I was driving them to one of those houses, they looked scared. They'd say: "damn, that's pretty far away. Are you like a serial killer or something?" with a little nervous giggle. But every time I showed them the pic of my rotting old two-story house, miles away from any law enforcement, their holes twitched. You can smell a faggot out by how much they love the idea of going missing. College is tough. Most of these boys are coming from places that didn't give them a lot of chances to fuck in a normal way. That meant they watched a lot of porn, and got desensitized to danger real fast. I'm 58 myself. It wasn't tough pulling millennials—I look like fucking incarnate—but Gen Z had access to hardcore bareback porn, on-demand, whenever they wanted it. The ones who slept through sex-ed and safety talks because they were bored. It was a shooting gallery. I was so good I started monetizing it. I work construction in the college town, which means I get a great view of all the young men coming and going. I was sweaty, and worked long, so I got a lot of stares. I made a note to follow them back to their dorms and slip a little piece of paper under the door. I called it "Faggot Rumspringa." It's an Amish thing. They send new adults out into the real world—the world of fucking, getting high, etc.—and if they like it, they stay. I flipped it the other way. I started offering three days in my house to live out the wildest, nastiest, freakiest fantasies they had. If they tired out and realized pig life wasn't for them, they got driven back. I made $1000 a pop off these boys. It was a private school. They could afford it. If they didn't tire out, they stayed. Indefinitely. Sometimes I'd leave them in a room and realize I couldn't feed them anymore. I spend most of my money on my business and my lifestyle, so I don't have a lot left over to feed the faggots. I'd drop 'em off in the woods for a laugh, or offer a weekend with the good ones to buddies deeper in the country. I left one in the dump outside his dorm with a 12" dildo up his ass. Over the last year, I'd had about 45 clients, and only about 5 of them stayed. 4 I got bored of after a week. There was one, though. One that never seemed to come back. If you watch local news in my city, you've heard about the case, so I won't use names. He was gorgeous. 19, swimmer, long blonde hair. This one paid $1500 in advance with a cute little smile, and as soon as he got in the car he dropped his shorts and showed me the widest, most gaping hole I'd ever seen on an under-21 in my life. I started going 110. When we got inside I went straight for the bathroom, and he followed me on his knees and drank up all sixty seconds worth of my piss. Then he begged me to step on his face before I even took my socks off. By the time I was fucking him he started begging me for a baby. I think he said "breed me" a hundred times a minute. He was into everything. He ate my ass like it was oxygen. He let me use him as furniture. He took both my hands in his hole and squirted everywhere taking them. He drank his own piss and called me his Dad's name. Twisted stuff, but he never bored me. When his three days as a pig were up, I put the question to him. He said yes as soon as he could. "I was kind of planning on you reaching out to me, actually, but I don't know how you found me," he said. "I've wanted this for so long." "You know about me?" "Someone told me about you. I think you're the love of my life. I want to be your little cock-sleeve forever and ever and ever Daddy. I'd put a ring around your cock if it would fit." It wouldn't. I can go deep enough to put you in the hospital just by cumming. "And I have a surprise for you. Do you get cable?" "No." "I did something really naughty." This surprised me. I felt like I was on the defensive. "What, faggot? What'd you do?" "I made missing posters of myself and put them up all over the whole town. So now you can't drive me back for a long, long time because so many people will be looking for you." "What?" "I won't be like the others. I know better. I'll be here for a long, long, long time. You won't get bored of me. I promise." "You—" I was shocked, but a little flattered. I wanted to tear his god-damn head off his neck, but I wanted to fuck it first. He read my mind, dropped straight to his knees, pulled the sweats off my half-thick cock, and took every inch straight down to his stomach. He put two fingers up my ass and drank a load that I thought would choke him. He pulled his head back and smiled. He was a cute faggot, for now. "Alright," I said. "You'll get what you wished for." "They all did..." "What?" I was hoping he didn't know. I had a little secret I never bothered mentioning to any of my other sleeves. "Because you left a part of yourself with them forever, didn't you?" "You bet your ass I did," I said. He was stroking my cock with the palm of his hand, and I was getting harder already. "And now you gave me the same gift," he said, kissing the tip. "You pozzed me, Daddy..." I was hard as brick. "How'd you know, boy?" "Because the one who told me about you was my Dad... You did this to him twenty years ago, and he was disgusted with himself for the rest of his life. He got pozzed too and tried to keep it from us. I found a Polaroid he took of you, and when I saw you on campus leering at all my friends I put the pieces together. I won't make his mistake." He started kissing the tip again.He was right. I was starting to remember his father pretty well. He seemed pretty shaken. I heard from one of his buddies that he joined campus ministry. I was only thirty-nine then. There was a bit of a resemblance. But this kid wasn't his father's son. He had the soul of a pig, and had probably been in the closet so long that he couldn't go back. "Yeah. I gave you the gift. And your Dad. And the whole fuckin campus. And you look real fuckin' good in that missing poster." I turned him around and marched him to the fields. I bent him over and fucked him outside, in the daylight, standing up. He hadn't seen sunlight this whole time. "I'm never leaving..." "You're god-damn right, boy." They should've paid more attention in sex-ed. Too late, especially for the boy. His tongue is up my sweaty hole as I write this. 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People say, “Never meet your hero.” Whether it’s driving your dream car or actually meeting your idol in real life, there’s the risk you’ll be disappointed. It’s always a gamble. I feel it’s true for sex as well. You can have the most fucked up fantasies that make you cum far harder than your ordinary, vanilla fantasies—the kind of orgasm that curls your toes and give you a charlie horse. But what happens when the opportunity presents itself to live out one of those perverted desires that gnaw away on your brain during every waking moment of your life? Do you give into your lusts? Do you overcome the fear that springs forth when you’re confronted with the chance to be bad? Do you ignore all the people that have always told you, “Some fantasies should just remain fantasies.”? Do you give in willingly to the demon inside which is tempting you with depravity? Or, do you need some help in slipping down into the dark morass that has been building and bubbling up within you all this time? When Jay took me to the glory-hole for the first time, it unleashed a ravenous devil within me. All of my darkest desires that had previously made me fantasize about sucking and fucking anonymous cock had been magically transformed within in that tiny, smelly buddy-booth. I had lived out the intangible. I suppose there was always the possibility that my fantasies of how incredible it would be to be a glory-hole slut would be revealed as horrible lies in the actual throes of carnal action. I could have hated letting that first cock slip between my lips. I could have cried in pathetic regret as Jay allowed an unsheathed stranger’s cock to slide into my ass and proceed to pump me full of unknown seed. But, that didn’t happen. Instead, it was as if I was proven right. The truth about myself was exposed; I was a deplorable slut and now Jay and I both knew it. Not one to take his foot off the pedal of depravity when it came to me, Jay and I were going to an unknown location in the middle of the night the following Friday after our glory-hole adventure. I was dressed in a pair of loose, nylon tennis shorts with no underwear, a tank-top and some sneakers. I definitely didn’t feel dressed up, but my lack of underwear underneath my loose shorts made it clear that I was dressed for easy access not as a fashion statement. This fact made me feel like a completely disposable whore, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The hornier I was, the more likely I was going to make the type of bad decisions we both enjoyed taking place. It was almost midnight when he pulled off at an exit and stopped at a 24-hour truck stop. Curiously, he parked rather far from the front door of the convenience mart. We were off to the side of a line of idling trucks and underneath a broken parking lot light. Jay disappeared into the store area while I sat alone contemplating the uncertain night ahead. I wondered how sore my throat or asshole were going to be 12 hours from now. I watched a tiny version of Jay through the windows of the store. He darted up and down aisles looking for things. Finally, he along with a rather burly looking trucker exited the store at the same time. Both men stopped on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the store and were clearly talking. Did he know this guy? Was this going to be my evening’s entertainment? Jay and the bearded trucker continued talking until I saw Jay point towards his car with me nervously situated in it. “Seriously?” I thought as some nerves began to take root in me. It’s too bad that my cock didn’t know better as it poked down and out the left leg of my shorts—its pink head and some shaft clearly showing. Both men began walking towards the car with Jay holding a white, plastic bag in his left hand. I could feel my heart thumping away and my pucker clenching like a vise. Perhaps I wasn’t the bastion of slutdom that I thought I had so easily become thanks to a few hours in a glory-hole 7 days prior. Jay opened my door and told me to get out. I stood up outside the car with my awkward boner popping out the bottom of my shorts. “See! I told you he’d be hard,” Jay said. The stranger grabbed the exposed part of my cock and I shivered. He ran his large hand up my shaft until my shorts got pulled over my cock and balls. “Mmmhh that’s a nice cock there boy,” he grunted while stroking me. I remained dumbfounded and silent. “It’s nice, but this is his real prize,” Jay said turning me to face the car. The trucker had let go of my dick as I turned and jay pulled my shorts down. I knew what was expected of me in this moment despite my fears and anxiety trying to make me forget. I bent over and placed my hands on the edge of the passenger seat I was just sitting in. As I spread my feet apart, the trucker commented, “And already trained I see.” I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my ass that I assumed was the trucker’s. “He has...potential for sure,” Jay replied. Somehow his words seemed to turn me on as the trucker’s meaty paws squeezed and pulled at my cheeks. I looked down between my legs as saw the trucker get down on his knees. The next instant I felt a wiry beard scraping against my soft ass and a tongue lapping at my hole. The stranger bathed my tiny, pink hole with his immensely wet tongue. “Mmmhh it tastes as yummy as it looks.” While I couldn’t quite see, I could hear him begin tugging vigorously on his cock as he kept trying to force his tongue inside my asshole. It was the first time anyone had rimmed me, and I’d be lying if I said it was anything less than amazing. It dawned on me as the tip of his tongue had finally managed to force itself inside me that this was taking place in a relatively open, public space. I could hear trucks coming and going in front of Jay’s car where I was having my fuckhole tongued. I wondered what they might be thinking as they saw us. Perhaps this wasn’t something entirely uncommon—just another set of truck-stop holes getting used. What if more truckers were lining up behind me for their turn? The thought was as scary as it was titillating. Lost in thought about what people might be thinking about us and who might be next with my body, I didn’t even notice that the trucker had stood up and had stopped rimming my now soaking wet hole. “Do you mind if I…” the stranger asked. “Not at all, but it looks like you may have a hard time getting that in there,” Jay said with an impish chuckle. Oh god...this guy must have a monster dick. I grasped onto the edge of the seat as hard as I could and bit my lower lip. I could feel the copious amounts of slobber running down my balls as I waited for the inevitable. “I also don’t have…” the stranger started to say before Jay interrupted. “He likes it raw. He had his first raw cock at a glory-hole just last Friday and fell in love with being impregnated like the bitch-boy he is. Isn’t that right, slut?” I was instantly relieving in glorious detail that anon dick sliding between my cheeks and into my nervously, tight and quivering ass. God, it felt so wrong but so fucking good. My lips parted briefly, “Yes, Sir,” I moaned before biting my lip again. “That’s not very enthusiastic,” Jay admonished. “Ask this man for his cum inside you. Tell him how much you crave a stranger’s cum injected deep into your boy cunt.” A nervous as I was in the moment, being talked to like that by Jay always unleashed a dark energy in me. I would become something sub-human. He knew the exact right things to say to keep me in the insane moment at hand no matter how much my logical brain told me to stop behaving immorally. “Please, Sir,” I moaned. “He’s right. I crave dick inside me. Any cock. Any time. Please fuck me full of your cum. My body needs cum to survive.” The words flowed past my lips unfettered by any sense of right or wrong. They just lept forth from me seemingly beyond my control. Perhaps it was the demon within taking charge now and I was just a bystander. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as I felt him pressing the giant head of his cock against my wet hole. “Ohhh god,” I moaned softly as my fingers went white clutching the seat in front of me. “No god here, boy. Just my fat cock ruining your asshole in a truck-stop parking lot.” I grunted in pain but kept my teeth firmly biting down on my lower lip. I shut my eyes. All I could picture was a baseball bat trying to force itself inside me. The trucker grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he pushed even harder forwards. My hole may have been slightly penetrated by his tongue, but it was by no means ready to be busted open by his king kong cock. “Fuuuuck,” I grunted in agony. He was finally making progress violating me. It felt like my asshole was slowly being stretched open to the point of tearing. “At least if it tore open, you’d take his fat prick easier. Men love busting open a fresh cunt like yours,” the demon teased softly in my mind. “Ooohhh fuck,” I moaned. Suddenly, I could feel him pop inside me. There was a brief reprieve in pain and the sensation of being torn apart, but then he began throttling my ass like a cheap whore. The pain and feeling of be split into two was now a constant sensation along with the added feeling of being impaled by a bowling pin. The stranger grunted deeply as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips. The sounds of his balls and thighs slapping against my ass seemed to echo in my ears—even over the sounds of all the traffic around us. The only interruption to the symphony of my anal assault were the moments when he’d stopped momentarily to spit on his engorged shaft before returning to his animalistic humping. It’s not like the teaspoon of spit even made a difference. I was essentially being dry-fucked by an elephant’s cock. The intense pounding seemed to go on forever. My legs and arms were quivering, and my asshole...my asshole was on fire. Several staccato pumps followed by an unholy growl and grunt echoed in the car where my head was. I felt his heavy, hairy balls come to rest against my own. Now the once forceful pumping had become a few, brief twitches as he began fertilizing my ass. I could see it perfectly; his swollen head spurting thick ropes of off-white cum into my bowels. My torn up and raw insides would be suddenly drenched in his thick spunk, and then it would slowly pool up and begin to become absorbed. Soon his seed pumped painfully deep inside me at this random truck-stop parking lot would fuse with me. I opened my eyes finally and looked between my legs. My cock was achingly hard. A glistening string of precum hung several inches from my tip—lightly swaying in the breeze of this depraved night. After about a minute, I could feel the once impossibly hard dick inside me gong flaccid. His balls now fully drained inside me, the trucker’s cock slid out from my gaping asshole with a squelching sound. “Mmmh that was quite the treat. You’d make some good money whoring this bitch out to guys parked here on a night like tonight. We get tired of the same old lot lizards and their busted holes. Some fresh meat would be greatly appreciated.” “That’s tempting and something I hadn’t considered. But unfortunately, I’ve got other plans for him tonight. Maybe next Friday night,” Jay replied. “Put him in a skirt, a slutty top and some heels and you’d rake in the cash. I’d better get back to my delivery though. Thanks for the cum dump,” the nameless trucker said zipping up and walking away. I started to stand up when Jay immediately intervened. “Kneel down in the seat with you head down and ass up in the air hanging out the door.” I climbed onto the seat and got in to position while wondering how much of my donor’s cum had been absorbed. I could hear Jay going through the plastic shopping bag he had come out of the mini-mart with. The sounds of cardboard boxes opening was followed by him tossing two green boxes onto the floorboard next to me. “Fleet disposable enema,” I silently read. No sooner than I realized what was about to happen, I felt the rough tip of a nozzle being pushed into my asshole. I grunted softly as it scraped against my raw flesh and listened to the sounds of him squeezing the bottle. “Here,” he said. “Hold this one.” Jay reached in and handed me the deformed, empty bottle of enema solution. Then I felt another prick as he pushed the tip of the second bottle into me. This time I felt the fluid rushing into my bowels as he squeezed every last drop from the bottle. Reaching into the car, he opened his glovebox and produced an extra-large, bright red silicone buttplug. Jay wasted no time in pushing it into place in my quivering fuckhole. I still felt uncommonly loose and sore after the pounding I had just received. Next, Jay grabbed the bag, boxes and my empty enema bottle. “Take this trash over to bin over there.” “By the bathroom door?” I said hesitantly. “Yes. Hurry up. We don’t have much time with all that in your ass.” I stood up feeling the large base of my plug rubbing against my soft ass-cheeks. I started to pull up my shorts that were laying on the ground outside the car. “No. No shorts.” I would protest but I knew that it would be futile. With my cock still hard despite the circumstances, I quickly walked across the parking lot towards the trash bin near the outside bathroom’s door. Several truckers walking to and from the mini-mart cat-called me. I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment even as my dick continued to leak. As I returned back to the car, Jay had a devious smile on his face. “Maybe we should come back here next Friday night. You aren’t even dressed up and you’re getting a lot of attention.” Jay stuck his arm out towards me. My shorts hung from his pointing index finger. “I could always use some fun money. Would you like to earn me some money?” Grabbing my shorts and slipping them on, I found myself saying that I’d love to be his whore without even thinking twice about it. We got back into the car and resumed our trip to a destination I was still oblivious to. Twenty minutes later I could feel the churning in my guts. The double-dose of enema solution was kicking in. Even my upper lip was beginning to sweat as I twisted and winced in my seat. Jay laughed and grabbed my cock with this right hand as he drove. “That ass about ready to explode?” “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered as my abdominal discomfort was at odds with his stroking of my dick. “I need to go soon...really soon.” “Almost there,” he said taking the next exit that appeared around the bend in the highway. We drove a short bit in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere when suddenly a large metal building appeared sitting nestled among the tall trees. As we pulled into the gravel lot, I could see the signage indicating it was an adult bookstore and theater. My heart began to race with anticipation. There was a surprising amount of cars, pickups, and even a few semis scattered piecemeal on the expansive, poorly lit lot. Jay drove us to the farthest, darkest corner of the lost and backed into an unmarked spot. Turning off the car, he looked at me. “Okay then. Do your business.” “Where?” I asked legitimately confused. “Right there. In the grass behind us of course. Go on, before you shit all over the inside of my car. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. I don’t know what I expected to happen. So, I carefully got out of the car with cramps raging through my guts. I had to hold onto the side of his car and stay bent over partially or it felt like I was going to die. You could hear the gurgling and bubbling deep with my bowels. Jay had gotten out as well and was already behind the car by the time I was able to limp back there. I slipped off my shorts once again and placed them on the trunk. I look over at Jay who had his phone out and was recording me, but I didn’t have time to give that fact much thought. I had to shit so badly that I just needed relief no matter what. I got down on my hands and knees and reached behind me to find the base of the plug. With a firm grip, I yanked it out as fast a humanly possible and pushed my ass backwards. A torrential out-pouring of shit and enema liquid exploded from me. I couldn’t help but moan a deep sigh of relief as the brown fountain seemed to go on forever. I eventually looked up to see Jay rubbing his cock through his pants while still recording me. A few wet farts and grunts later, literally everything that was inside my intestines had been blasted over the grass and into the trees behind me. I don’t think I had ever felt so utterly empty before. Jay reached into the open window of the backseat and tossed a packet of wet-wipes in front of me. I looked back up into the phone’s camera. “Now you clean up.” I found it oddly erotic wiping my ass while he recorded me. Thankfully, the enema had done most of the work and it only took a few wipes before I was sparkling clean. “All done, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I said standing up. “Good boy. Put your shorts on and sit back down in the passenger seat.” I slipped my shorts over my semi-erect cock and returned to car. Jay fumbled around in the trunk before walking to me with his hands behind his back. “What’s going on?” “It’s time to make this evening fun for you,” he said while showing his hands. In one he had a syringe and in the other a rubber tourniquet. “No no...I don’t do,” I started to say. “Shhhh...it’s just a little happy juice to help you enjoy tonight more. So you don’t get...overwhelmed by all the attention.” By that point I could feel the tourniquet squeezing my arm tightly while Jay tapped on the inside of my forearm just below my elbow. I closed my eyes just in time to feel the prick of the needle pierce my skin. It burned at first as he began to depress the plunger, but after a few brief moments the burning turned in an overwhelming warmth. I could feel it traveling through every inch of my body until I was embraced completely. I felt like I had begun to float on a pillowy-soft cloud high above my body which itself had begun to slouch into the passenger seat. I felt detached from my brain and all of its useless thoughts of anxiety and morality. Jay chuckled, “Look at you all relaxed and happy. Time to start the fun.” He reached down and helped me to my feet. I practically floated above the ground as we walked across the lot toward the entrance. Once inside, he didn’t bother to parade me through the aisles like in the other sex store. Instead, we meandered through a darkened hallway into a private theater. The room was built as a stadium with five tiers and each tier had five, four-person leather couches placed side-by-side. In the front of the room at ground level was a long carpeted bench that was full enclosed a few feet from the projector screen that had porn playing. We moved up to the middle row and sat down in the middle of the center couch. The black, cum-stained couch felt like heaven as my body absorbed into it. The porno playing was a blurry mess in my eyes, but the audio of the hardcore fucking taking place had brought my drugged cock to life. As I haphazardly pawed at my erection with my shorts still on, a stranger suddenly slid into the cushion next to me on our couch. His hand moved mine off to my side and then slid under my shorts. He began playing with my loose balls and rubbing the palm of his hand against the length of my shaft. Jay grabbed my right hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock that he had snuck out of his pants without my knowledge. As I began stroking Jay’s dick, the stranger on my left had worked some fingers down between my legs and was toying with my hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and wiggling my hips around to give him access. I suppose my moaning and gyrating had drawn some attention from the other patrons. My eyes caught the blurry visage of a hulking man moving up the stairs towards us. This Goliath came down our row and came to stand directly in front of me. He dropped his shorts to reveal the biggest, blackest cock I have ever seen. As the waistband snapped over his cock’s enormous mushroom tip, his dick bounced and swayed wildly until it came to rest hanging down at a slight angle. “You’re fucking huge,” I said drugged out of my mind. All three men surrounding me laughed as Jay reached into his pockets and pulled out a small, travel-sized, bottle of lube and handed it to the hung black guy. As he began rubbing the lube all up and down the massive appendage between his legs, Jay had quickly pulled off my shorts. Both he and the stranger to my left pulled both of my legs to my chest with their hands under my thighs. I sunk further down into the couch and felt my ass spread open wide. “You’re going to fuck me?” I asked in a soft, mumbled voice. “Of course he is,” Jay said. “That’s why you’re here tonight.” I looked down between my legs as his dark tip disappeared below my own cock and balls. “Ooh fuck!” I moaned. “He’s too big for me...I can’t...There’s no way,” I exclaimed as I reached to push him back from me as the head do his dick began to press against my asshole. “Just relax,” Jay soothed. “Let the drugs help you take him as deep and hard as he wants. Give your pussy to him.” I moved my hands to my sides and resigned to the fate that was unwinding. I watched in disbelief as the massive, black snake in front of me began to disappear into me. I couldn’t feel the extreme pain I expected to feel of him clearly busting my hole open with his enormous dick. All I could feel was a mild discomfort and tugging on my hole as his shimmering, lubed shaft began pumping in and out of me. It was a complete mind-fuck to be fucked so hard by something so big and not be able to really enjoy or even hate it. I felt more like a doll than an actual boy—some kind of “thing” existing between the living realm and Purgatory. “Does is hurt?” Jay asked. “N...n...no,” I moaned. “I don’t feel anything.” “Just like a disposable fleshlight,” he replied. “Made to never feel; just be fucked, filled and thrown away.” “Ohhh fuck,” I moaned right as the stranger’s large hands wrapped around my throat and began to squeeze. “That’s right,” he grunted as he leaned into me and began pounding me as hard as he could. “A little, white fucktoy for every man here to use up tonight.” My resulting moan as a result of his perversely-true words came out as a struggling gasp as his grip continued to tighten. My vision began to narrow as he ruthlessly pounded my numbed body into submission. My mouth was open wanting to breathe, but his grip rendered that fruitless. Instead, he chose to lean forward and spit directly into it and laugh. Eventually, as I felt I was about to pass out, the stranger in me grunted and remained motionless. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew he was impregnating me with his seed. I wanted to feel something other than numb and empty-headed. I wanted to feel the rush that I did the previous Friday taking my first anonymous load in the buddy-booth. Instead, I just sat their bent in half pushed into the couch gasping for air as my insides were coated with strange cum. I had expected Jay and the stranger on my left to release my legs when the hulk between my legs pulled out of my ass and disappeared into the blurry darkness. Instead, another strange man was there stroking his bare cock at the entrance to my stretched hole. In he went without anyone saying a word—all while the moans and grunts from the porno playing filled the room. I noticed a small crowd of men around us. Some were standing over us from the tiered-row behind our couch. I could see them stroking their cocks overhead. Others stood in the row below us and some appeared to be waiting in line on either side of us. One thing that many had in common was their cellphones capturing everything. From flashes of light of still photos being taken, to the constant glare of their camera phone’s light as they video recorded me being violated, in my current drugged state it was a messy blur of action all happening at once. Jay was right. Had I not been injected with his happy juice, I probably would have been overwhelmed. And, bizarrely, there was something comforting about existing merely as a numb, brainless vessel for these men to enjoy. The little jackrabbit inside me second was far less girthy than the colossus before him. Perhaps he thought fucking me lightning fast would make me feel something. Sadly, he was wrong. I was barely aware his cock was inside me. Still, being inside my pre-stretched and seeded hole didn’t seem to both him. He happily grunted and thrusted away at his fucktoy. I felt something welling up with me I thought, but it was hard to be sure. Before I could really process what was going on, I had started pissing even with my cock solidly hard. That was a strange first for me. The stranger holding my left leg up against my chest grabbed my cock with his remaining free hand and aimed it directly at my face. Soon my hot piss was showering my face. Jay quickly latched onto the opportunity and opened my mouth with two fingers. It was the first time that piss had ever crossed my lips. I didn’t even think to spit it out. Instead, I greedily swallowed my warm nectar and felt it disappear down the back of my throat and into my belly. Some of the guys behind us must have enjoyed this. As urine slowly petered out from my cock leaving me with a soaked face and shirt, ropes of cum came shooting down onto me. I was suddenly a very filthy, wet, sex toy. My little jackrabbit fucker quickly drained in balls into me—perhaps not wanting to get any errant cum on himself. Jay pulled me out of my bent position and had me climb onto my knees on the couch. As soon as my head and arms went over the back of the couch, a pair of hands had grabbed my head and a cock was thrust down into my throat. I’m sure that I gagged and spit up as he began to face-fuck me, but everything was so ethereal and muted. As men took turns fucking my mouth and filling my belly with either cum or sometimes their piss, my asshole never seemed to be left unplugged. I don’t even largely recall things after this point. It became a blur of cocks slipping in and out of my drugged body. I was there. I was conscious. But, I existed on the outside—watching this theater slut being used over and over like a rag-doll. At some point, I slipped back partially into reality. Jay was driving us on the highway. My shorts were back on and my top was on as well (albeit covered in dried piss and cum). My stomach felt full to the point of me nearly puking. My mouth and throat were subtly aching, yet my asshole seemed nonexistent. I assumed I was still under the effects of whatever he shot into my arm. With my head leaning against the B-pillar, I watched the lights of the city emerge. We were close to home. I couldn’t really conjure the energy to talk as we pulled into his driveway. He carefully walked me into his place and laid me down on a guest bed still clothed and reeking of sex. I could see the morning sun’s rays starting to filter into the room as I closed my eyes. I slept for the next 12 hours dreaming that I had become sort sort of fuckable mannequin that was thoroughly abused in some dark warehouse. When I finally woke up and stumbled out into Jay’s living room, I could see him watching video he had recorded of the previous night on his TV. I saw myself bent over the couch with my holes being pummeled and a blank, doll-like expression on my face. “There’s my little theater slut!” Jay said stroking his cock on the couch. “I was about to come wake you up with this.” I moved slowly forward pulling my dirty shorts down. “That’s a good boy,” he said with a devilish smile.
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Prey animals evolve to avoid detection and predation. Predators evolve to hunt prey. The outcome of this evolution is that a prey animal knows a predator when he sees one, and vice versa. Any encounter that one picks with the other is voluntary, even if it's destructive. He knew I was a predator. I met him for the first time on my 54th birthday. I wasn't normally a birthday guy, but this one felt special for some reason. He was a new intern at the firm on summer break. It was the boy's second day, but he'd already looked up all the higher-ups' birthdays on Facebook. Boy wanted to make authority figures feel respected. He came too late to get to know me very well, so his gift was shitty. He looked up at me with his big, brown doe eyes and said, "Happy birthday, sir! I got you this fancy pen. I'm sorry my present wasn't better. Let me know if I can make it up to you!" I looked down at him and let my eyes speak my mind. The boy never followed dress code: his pants were too tight and his shirts were too large. He had long, soft hair and near-perfect complexion. He was about a foot shorter than me. His smile was beautiful, but it seemed to hide a certain wickedness. "I'm not a pen guy," I said. "Make it up to me." His face, which looked hurt at first, suddenly contorted into an empty, lustful gaze. He looked down at the bulge I'd never made an effort to hide. "Look at me, new boy. Can't misbehave on your second day." I put my hand on his cheek and stroked it. He was soft as butter. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered. "You're gonna make it up to me, right?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. You'll do just fine here. I'm gonna take you out to a drink tonight, okay? I like to get to know my new interns intimately." He blushed. Adorable. "Sir, I'm not 21..." "You have a fake?" He nodded his head. "I'm picking you up at your parents' place tonight after dark. Stay up til 1. I'm taking you straight to the bar." I did. I spent that Friday evening at the bathhouse. I got a lot of mileage out of it being birthday. Nobody was scared to take my loads that night. I'd lied and told them I was back on my meds. I got back to my place at 12:30. I rifled through my dirty laundry. I wanted to smell overpowering. I settled on a sweaty wife-beater I put on for the gym, the undies I'd had on at the bathhouse, and a pair of Levi's. I drove over to his place and texted him. The house lights were off, so his parents were asleep. He walked out nervously and sat in my passenger seat. He looked tired. "You're gonna love this place," I said. I took him to the Brothers' in Broadripple and poured long island iced teas into him until I could tell he wasn't gonna be coy anymore. I knew he was prey since I laid eyes on him, but it shocked me how willing he was to be hunted. After his second, he looked down on my arm until his eyes reached the biohazard tattoo on my forearm. He smiled shamelessly. He reached out and touched it, saying, "I heard men with tattoos like this were dangerous." I grinned. I don't know how, but the boy had already been corrupted. It felt pointless to go through the process of breaking him. He'd already been corrupted. But if he thought other doms pushed him before, he had no idea what was in store for him tonight. "That's right, baby. Where'd you learn that?" He hesitated and stuttered. "Um... on Twitter, I think." "You know what this tattoo means, don't you?" The waitress brought him a tequila shot I ordered while he was distracted. "I know what your tattoo means." he was stroking my tattoo, now. "Good boy. Tell Daddy what it means." "It means you're poz." "Good boy," I said. "Does that intimidate you?" He shook his head. "How old are you, boy?" He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm 18, sir. You weren't the only one with a birthday today." I pulled his hand away from my tattoo and onto my thigh. My cock was getting hard very slowly. "That means I'm legal, sir. I want a birthday gift, too." He reached his hand onto my cock. I could tell by his face that he was surprised—pleasantly—by how big it was. "A gift I can keep with me forever." He was drunk. I bet he was watching poz play videos all afternoon, and the liquor brought it out of him. He clearly hadn't thought this through. He was horny and trying to live out a dangerous, self-destructive fantasy. I let him. "I don't have any condoms," I said. He looked worried, like he was having a crisis of conscience. I bought him another tequila shot and his mood improved. "But you're mature enough to pull out. Aren't you?" he was still worried, but if he was offering himself an out, I wouldn't accept it. He needed to know what I had planned for him. "I'm not gonna pull out," I said. He moaned. I couldn't believe this kid. "You know I'm poz. You know I'm twice as big as you. I bet you stumbled on poz porn for the first time a little bit ago. You have a voice inside your head urging you to have sleazy, illicit, dangerous sex. You're addicted to the thought of your guts being flooded by a diseased pervert. Is that right?" He brought my tattoo up to his mouth and kissed it, letting a little spit linger between his tongue and my arm. "That's right." "It'll never go away. Never. You're gonna watch dozens of verbal poz play videos every day until you give in. Tease guys into raping you. Soon the idea of a guy being neg is gonna turn you off, make him seem like he's not a man." I stood up. "This is forever. Once you're poz, you're poz. If my dick is in your guts, it's because I'm gonna flood them. I'm not pulling out. There's no guarantee I'll infect you, so if this is what you really want, you need to know it's a commitment I won't stop breeding you until you're mine. You're drunk, and you'll hate yourself in the morning for choosing this, so think it over. But once I breed you, I own you." I knew what he was gonna choose, but he might never be able to forgive himself. Fine by me. I walked to the bathroom to piss. I had a lot of beer. 10 seconds in, the boy had made up his mind. He walked into the bathroom, dropped to his knees between me and the toilet, and aimed my piss into his mouth. He drank it for maybe 45 whole seconds, tapping the tip of my cock against his tongue and sucking the rest out of the slit. I was hard as a rock. His hand looked so tiny cupped around my balls. He licked as much piss off the urinal as he could. In that moment, I realized why I loved being 54. I was exactly three times as old as my preferred prey. I picked him up to his feet by the throat and carried him to the window. I forced it open, dumped him outside, and hopped out. I carried him over my shoulder, my big, strong hand on his soft ass the whole time. I put him in the back seat of the Cadillac and locked the doors. He looked scared, but his dick was stiff in his shorts. "No going back now, boy," I said. He almost looked like he regretted it, but he didn't fight back at all. I started to drive us to the nearest motel. If he knew what I had in store for him, he would've avoided me like so many other employees tried to. But this young piece of meat acted like he craved to be turned into a whore, and I was going to do it whether he really wanted to or not. "You got fifteen minutes until I turn that boypussy inside out for hours with my fat poz cock. Any last words, meat?" He looked like he was falling in love with me. "I wish I joined your firm two years ago..." "Happy birthday, boy," I said as I parked the car in front of a Red Roof Inn. "Get ready for your gift." TBC
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IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 There is another story from the piss party. One that didn’t make the cut. After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog. I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event. But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle. Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.) I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie. We nodded to each other. We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked. Well, that was not his intention at all. He loosened his tie after the first hour. He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed. I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. Well, damn. There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going. Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux. He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss. Which they did. When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well. Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks. All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.) At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency. I doubt he got his deposit back… I am sorry I missed it. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 17, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs. In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went. I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots. I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter. Things are only slightly different with the set-up. The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance. There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event. Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling. I sit and sip my water… “You look as hot as ever.” I turn to the voice behind me. It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year. He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub. We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head. Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss. I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here. Instead, I go down on him. He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock. He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss… I wander. “Hey!” Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event. We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees. I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties. He sucks my cock. He licks my balls. He licks under them, too. He asks for piss. This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth. He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up. We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon… * I let a lot of men go down on me. I return the favor on many of them. A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar. “You love to drink, right?” I nod. He leads me to a corner. I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips. He let’s go—and I am flooded. But I drink every drop. It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own. As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel. I stand up. My cock is raging. I find the Tall Guy with Tats. He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself. “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack. He simply bends, using the ledge for support. I go to my knees and begin to rim. I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him. I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him. Now. I push the head into TGWT. He moans and uncaps his poppers. I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in. He groans again. I begin a very slow in and out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles. “Piss inside me, if you want.” “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him. I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us. But no one does. After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again. Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick. We kiss. “Fuck me some more.” He turns and bends again, using the bench for support. I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock. Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick. I am pissing all over his back and ass. When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack. It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered. I turn him around to kiss him. We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth. Back and forth. I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want. I plow into him. This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go. His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging. The pissing guy has a huge load. He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me. Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss. I slap the very wet ass I am plowing. It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound. I finally pull out. TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut. I go to my knees and push his hand away. It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole. I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss… * It's much later. I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived. I feed men. I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me. I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool. They jockey for position to see who can get the most. I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally. I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe. They have made the rounds—always together. As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear. They are facing each other, kissing. Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear. As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack. When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass. He can’t. I catch the eye of the Bear. I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand. He nods. But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first. I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock. I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass. He groans out his surprise and pleasure. The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper. I can hear them kiss. Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole. He is in. He sighs. Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick. I am still on my knees watching. As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls. The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls. In a few minutes, he cums. I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock. I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out. Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load. But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching. “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss… * Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” (To be continued…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2023 -
Jack Needs to Take a Piss
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—May, 2023 Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom. He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days. I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago. We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door… “I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door. “Which way is the john, again?” I point down the hall and around to the left. He starts in that direction and stops. “I should save it. Let’s go to the playroom.” We do. I re-start the movie to give us some groans and piss splashings to accompany our own. I go upstairs to strip, leaving Jack to do the same. When I return in used jock and boots, I find him kneeling, naked, at the end of the fuck bench. “Give me your cock!” he whispers. I grind the yellowing pouch of the jock into his face. Jack huffs the fragrance deep into his lungs before his tongue begins wetting the fabric. He works the entire pouch until it is damp and only then do I take my hardening cock out of it. He swallows me down, taking me to the root on the first try. Soon my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle. I catch the strands each time he surfaces and smear them onto my dick. “Can you take a fuck? Or do you need to get rid of that piss?” “Fuck me.” He scrambles up on the bench. He knows my routine. I go to my knees and begin licking his hole. Jack’s ass opens on the first touch of my tongue. He is horny—and that’s fine by me. I spit one last time and push it as deep into him as my tongue will let me. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass. “Give it to me hard.” I glide in. He grunts as my cock stretches him out. I let him take a hit of poppers and begin the fuck. Hard and demanding. Jack groans loudly. He looks over to his side at the mirror tilted against the wall so he can see me ravage his hole. I slap his ass and he tightens down on my cock. I fuck. And fuck. “Let me taste my ass, man.” I obligingly pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me—hungrily. “Let’s go to the sling,” I tell him. He gets up and is moves towards it. “I’m getting in it—you need to spray that piss all over my ass—and clean it up.” I hop in, resting my long legs on the chains. Jack kneels and begins rimming me. It’s my turn to groan. Almost immediately he stands up and begins to hose me down. Ass crack. Balls. The cock I’m jerking. And back again. The moment his bladder runs down, he is on his knees slurping up his piss. He cleans me up—and then concentrates on eating my hole. You can feel how much he loves doing it. He can’t stop—and I don’t want him to. I borrow his poppers for a quick hit. The moment the cap is back on it, I babble about how good his tongue is making me feel. I shut my eyes for a moment, but open them to watch him tongue fuck me in the mirror above the sling. He burrows in, spits and keeps going. He jerks his cock relentlessly as he pleasures me with his tongue. But soon enough, I want to be doing that to his ass. We switch. The moment I have his ankles in the stirrups, I kneel and begin licking the hole I fucked with such force. His ass lips are slightly swollen. I work them open until his hole is gaping. Only then do I stand up and piss on his relaxed ass. “Fuck that piss into me.” He’s read my mind. I don’t clean up all the droplets hanging on the hairs of his ass crack with my tongue; I fuck them into his already wet hole. Jack watches it all in the mirror above him. My cock pummels him hard. Over and over. I pull it out and move to his head. He cleans me up—enjoying the mix of piss and ass jizz. “Leave lots of spit on my cock—I don’t want to re-lube…” He does—and I fuck it into his hungry hole… * I need a break. I have been alternating fucking his hole, usually after a splash of piss, and then letting him savor all those flavors in his mouth. Now, I want some too. I get him out of the sling and spread the mat for the rimseat. I lie down and he sits, spreading his hole open for my tongue. I instantly get a drip of piss from what is clinging to the hair on the outside of his hole. I lick that up before burrowing into him. I have not pissed a full load into him, just a quick spurt, each time before I fucked him. He is seriously wet now between that piss and his own ass jizz. I can’t stop eating his hole. But he decides for me. He stands up. “It’s my turn.” We change places. He eats my much less damp hole. Suddenly, I stand up. I move around, lifting his legs to my shoulders and fuck him as he lies there, his face framed with the toilet seat. He grunts out his pleasure at being used. I have a mental flash of how hot it would be if a third man was here so he could be rimming him as I fucked. This thought makes me pre-cum even more inside him. I pull out of his ass and sit back down so he can rim me some more… * We have moved back to Jack being in the sling. My cock is deep inside him, hammering away. “Cum inside me...” Jack groans. “I want your load.” I am close. I have really hydrated for this session—and I know I won’t be able to cum with a bladder still full of piss. I keep fucking. Jack keeps jerking his thick cock. I pull out and in moments I am pissing a torrent of clear piss all over Jack. Just as much as I took from him early on. I cover his ass, his cock (which he stops jerking, he is so turned on) and his chest—then back to his balls and ass crack. When it’s done, I go to my knees and begin licking his ass crack. I jerk my cock. I can’t get enough of either sensation. And I’m there. I stand up just in time to fuck my load deep into his pissy guts… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Needs to Take a Piss (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2023 -
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*all characters are 18 or older Inspired by pm from @swimslut and a very vivid dream last night. I hope you all enjoy: My name is Mark. Im an asshole. More on that later. I'm an elite level swimmer. I am the best at my university, and I nearly made the Olympic team two years ago. As a swimmer I've traveled the country winning nearly all my heats and gotten in most podiums. I've also had numerous encounters during these events. At least one was more fateful than the rest. You see, I'm HIV positive. I don't know who gave it to me, but it's opened up a huge new horizon for me. As someone that's tested regularly for drugs, I'm not taking meds. Even though the doc at the clinic told me I needed to due to how high my viral load is. It's only gone up in the last six months since my diagnosis. I dont know how many guys I've given it to. But I had one dream target. My little brother Jake is the golden child of the family. Not just with my parents, but my entire family. It's hard to live up to the standards my little brother set, but I've taken him down a significant peg... 30 days ago Text from Andy: Yo Mark. We're have a get together at our place tonight. You should come over. I found a hot lil slut that doesn't know he's a slut yet. I popped that freshly legal cherry last night. Attached was an image of the sexiest ass I've ever seen. I need to breed this one. Reply to Andy: goddamn dude. I'd love to have a go in that boipussy. But you don't want what I got and i sure as hell don't wanna ruin my connection to the best green in the state. Andy: I hear you. As long as I get him before you, I don't give a fuck what you have. This twink isn't local so its not like im going to fuck him again. He's just here for the state swim meet. I got a new batch of the good if you wanna try. I'll let you have him for free. Party starts at 4, he'll be here after 5. Me: I'm down. I'll be there after the meet. Gotta support the my lil bro. Andy: I didn't know you had any siblings. I'll see you after the meet then. Bring some swim gear. We got a big ass pool and there will be plenty of ass for you. Me: He's a golden child, so normally I wish I didn't have a sibling. I'll catch you tonight. I took a shower and headed out of town to meet my parents at the meet. After lunch with the folks, we head to the local community college to watch Jamie. I get bored and walk around while the girls are swimming and see a couple fan boys looking at me. Lust in their eyes. I walk over and make small talk. They are aware of who I am in the swim community and one keeps licking his fat dick sucking lips. All these fine assess in speedos got me hard and this one will do. "You know where the bathroom is?" I ask the one now staring at my bulge. "Um. It's over there." And points to the main bathroom area. There are tons of people and not enough room in the stall for both of us. "That's not what I want. Where's a private bathroom or area for...dark deeds." He gives me some directions hurriedly and is breathing heavily. "You 18?" "Yes, I am Mark. Two months ago." "Show me the bathroom. I wanna discuss your technique." He glances around and grabs my hand to guide me. We get to one of the office bathrooms and he locks the door. He quickly gets in his knees and fishes my fat member out. "Jesus it's bigger than I thought. It's so big in the speedos." "That's cause it's soft in those pics, it's only a semi right now. I gotta piss." He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. I take out my phone and record him drinking my piss. "If your good enough at giving me head, I'll fuck you raw tomorrow and share it on my private Twitter." "Deal! I thought that was your account I found." "Shut up slut." I force his head on my cock and begin to face fuck him. After a few minutes I felt that all too familiar sensation in my balls. I waited until the last moment and pulled my cock out of this lil twinks mouth and shot my load all over his face. First shot went into his left eye then his hair, cheek, and chin. I shoved my cock back in his mouth for the last twitch. He continued moaning and sucking on my rod. So I pulled my phone out and took a few more pics of his cum covered face. I began recording a live video for my private snapchat of this cum covered slut sucking my cock until I had to piss again. "Hold it all you filthy whore." I stopped mid stream, "show us what's in your mouth." He opens up revealing my piss in his mouth. "Swallow." As soon as he complies, I continue pissing on his face, then his hair, and on his speedo covered cock. I stuff my cock back into my shorts and quickly make my way back to the bleachers. On my way I note a very sexy ass in a size too small speedo jiggling in front of me down the hall. Very bubbly. Tight and fit thighs. A very feminine silhouette but clearly a male competitor from my old high school. I lick my lips and take note of his height to scope out my brother's teammate for a potential hookup for this week since I'll be home for break. This is one ass I wanna destroy and whore out even. He heads to the team area and I head up the bleachers and sit next to the parents. "What took you so long?" My dad asks. "I met some fanboys, so I had to encourage them." "Okay." My dad says. My mom continue to stare almost knowingly. I smirk and try to find that great ass across the pool from us. I gander at all the fit and sexy meat. I scan down the pool looking for the familiar green and yellow speedos. "How was Jake?" My dad asks. There they are. "Umm, I'm not sure." I inspect the team more throughly. "I didn't see him." "Really?" I find the ass pointing right at me. Bent over at the hips. Hands caressing the calves as the slide their way up the legs. God this slut is perfect. Look at that flexibility. Hands make their way up the thighs. He adjusts the back of the speedo making me bite my lip as my cock awakens. He begins to turn around towards the crowd. I devour up the lithe body presenting to the crowd. My dad continues, "He walked out right in front of you coming out of the hallway." I lock eyes finally with this perfect fuck meat. My perfect little brother. Jake. He waves at us. At the predator looking for a feast.
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I recently got a new potential master and he is heavy into WS.. I have never tried it and he wants me to start swallowing it right away.. any tips on preparing myself for this? I told him I want to be fully restrained because I think I will just try to chicken out.. I want to fully serve but would love suggestions on how to get ready for all of that lol
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The second part of my real experiences that came about because of my work in real estate – to be fair, this doesn’t happen OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. So here's a few more of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". RENOVATION CHEMMING. A number of times, bumping into the workmen who are doing a renovation at one of my listings has turned into a hot scene in hot surroundings. One of the first of these involved a colleague named Kevin who was a “flipper” of condos along a stretch of the “Gold Coast” in Jersey, from Fort Lee to Hoboken. This guy had me coming to meet him at his latest purchase in a tower building facing Manhattan. Now, I did know he was gay prior to heading down there, but wasn’t aware he was a real player. I arrived earlier than expected, but since he’d said he’d be there with the workmen “all day” I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t have the front desk call up to let them know I was there because I knew the unit number already. So when I arrived it was a bit too soon and Kevin was not quite prepared when I arrived. I tapped on the unit door, and apparently, one of the workers thought I was there for something else as he peeked around the doorframe. It was obvious he was not wearing much if anything. He winked and gestured me to come in. Kind of an honest mistake, as I WAS wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, jeans, and engineer boots, but I do that a lot in Fall and Spring in the NYC metro area – it’s an accepted enough look, especially when heading to a construction project! I looked around and raised my brow and smiled, which was when Kevin noticed me, and whispered “Diego, that’s my REALTOR”. What began to ensue was a certain amount of panic – trying to turn off porn, find clothes, put away incriminating items… I felt bad I interrupted, and was honestly a bit envious, so I pointed to a bong that was poorly hidden behind a chair and mentioned that “if that’s Miss T you’ve got in there, I’ve had a hell of a morning and I could use a hit.” Well, THAT certainly slowed down the panic, and worried looks changed to smiles and laughs. Kevin looked at me and said “Didn’t you get my text?” I shook my head “no”, looked at my phone and shook my head again. One of the other guys held up a cellphone and said “Yo, Bossman, you forgot to hit SEND…” all the while busting out laughing. Kevin looked abashed and started to stammer, until the same guy said, “look at his jeans man, he’s into it, no harm…” “I’m sorry,” Kevin began. “I meant to send a text asking you to come late afternoon”. it was now barely 10:30. “You’re really cool with this?” he asked. I laughed and looked around. “Of course I am, especially if I’m allowed to join in” I replied, then asked, “That cool with you guys?” Kevin looked amazingly relieved, and then looked me over again, appreciatively. “Hell yeah, get naked.” I said I would but wanted to run out to my car and get my play bag that I always keep in the trunk. I was back as fast as humanly possible, perhaps faster, and started a quick strip. As I pulled out my leather harnesses, metal cockring and such, the talkative guy, Lonzo, said to Kevin, “oh yeah, he’s into it… looks like he’s TOTALLY into it!” The bong was brought my way, and a torch applied. I breathed in slowly but for a long, long draw and finally let out a huge cloud. It was GOOD stuff too. For me to feel that much on one hit proved that. I was encouraged to take a good number of hits while the guys appeared to be starting to get back into the activities I had interrupted so unexpectedly! Kevin beckoned me to follow him as I looked from side to side at the construction project well underway all over the unit – with tarps and sawhorses and some exposed framing here and there, it was actually a damn good and hot play space. “What a great space and what a nice way to do business,” I said to him. “I wish every new client-meet turned out this way. And damn, your stuff is REALLY good. I’m half-way there already.” Kevin agreed that it was very good product, and that he got only “the best” for his workers, it kept them loyal and coming back to work for him over and over. I imagined that it would. He led me to the bathroom, which was by far the most renovated in the entire place, and had a huge shower already hooked up with a sure-shot. “I don’t know whether you’re top, bottom or between,” he said, “but everyone’s ass gets played with in our groups, so please clean out. Here’s a dick pill and a pipe and torch to help out, that cool?” I told him it was and that I was versatile, and pleased about that rule, and set about getting ready. As he was about to leave, he said, “oh, and if you’re into it, don’t waste piss in the toilet, we have a few watersports fans…” I assured him I would and got down to business getting ready. Fortunately, it was a quick cleanup, a brief rinse under the shower, and drying off I opened the door. I put my leather on, put my package through my favorite metal cockring, took the pipe and torch and headed back out. At Kevin’s suggestion I put my boots back on, just like all of them. When I got to the living room area, the guys were kicked back, kindly waiting on me to really start going at it again. There were two large laptops running bareback porn, and lube, poppers, Max Impact, and some bongs and other paraphernalia in view. I looked around the room; Kevin was a white guy with dark hair and handsome face, lightly hairy average body with a little middle age spread, and partly hard cock that was not particularly large or thick, but his ass was a work of art. Lonzo was the only one apparently taller than me – either Italian or Hispanic, big chest and arms, great legs, big weapon swinging below a hairy torso with a slight beer belly, and a beefy butt. Diego, the kid who answered the door, was young, Hispanic, smooth pretty much all over, thin but wiry body about 5’6”, nice cock for his size and adorable little ass. An Irish guy - and I mean FROM Ireland - just shy of my height, incredibly pale, muscular, tatted, several piercings, low hangers below a normal size dong was sporting a shaved all over skinhead look that was pretty hot. And finally, another guy from Eastern Europe – scary hot green eyes, hot daddy soccer player type, lightly furred with a thick cock. This looked better and better. “Pull some clouds, dude” said the Irish guy handing me an even bigger and more intricate water bong. I started to melt the contents of the bowl while I said: “You saw my cloud earlier guys, I’m a singer too, so I have huge lungs… if anyone likes shotgunning, I’m good at it.” Several of the guys took me up on that, so I got to lock lips a bit with most of them including my host. We were all stroking our cocks – and others – getting our motors running for some great partysex – or in their case, a continuation of it! Little shots of G were handed out, while mouths found cocks and nips, and I took advantage of Lonzo leaning over while he put down the tray of shot glasses, and sunk my tongue into his hairy hole. He wiggled a bit back my way and I started to go to town on his beefy butt, causing my cock to start to plump up, but not get fully hard as the blue pill hadn’t quite kicked in yet. “Hold up just a minute and you can go back to that anytime,” he said, as he called us all over to take our shots. When I do it I always have to take a couple of good rips on the pipe to make sure I keep a “healthy balance” between my two letters of the alphabet. Diego took that opportunity to start sucking my rod, and started bringing my soldier to attention. “Right,” said the Irish guy, brandishing a long needless syringe like a thinner turkey baster, “if you want to be fully part of the crew, you gotta’ get initiated. Bend over the scaffold.” There was a sturdy looking paint scaffold – thick planks secured to several sawhorses with some tarp covering at just about waist height. I bent over leaning my elbows on the thing, and presented my butt. Diego scooted under me and resumed work on my cock, while the Irishman crouched behind me and stuck his tongue up my hairy hole to loosen me up for a booty bump. Ever get rimmed by someone with a tongue piercing? It’s awesome, and not only did this guy have one but he knew how to use it too… fuck, he was good! I moaned at the two oral assaults, wishing I had somewhere to put my mouth and tongue. Then I felt the cylinder of magic pressed into my hole and the bump was pressed into my hole. “Clench” I heard from behind me and did so while the guy ran his tongue and piercing and lips all around my cheeks and taint and the back of my balls, while Diego continued his magic on my cock. “Boss, could you get me ready”, said the hot skinhead behind me, as he followed with “unclench” and dove tongue first into my now relaxed hole. I saw my client/host/new fuckbuddy Kevin get on his knees and start sucking that pale cock while its owner went to town on my pulsing bud. The G, the booty bump and dick pill all seemed to kick in at once, and I was feeling amazing. Through my legs I could see Lonzo and the Euro guy had stopped 69ing and came over to watch, dropping a bottle of poppers and a Max Impact spray and cloth in front of me on the scaffold. “Take a quick hit before he nails you,” was whispered in my ear. I sprayed the cloth and started to suck it in, when the tongue on my butt disappeared to be replaced by a feeling both warm and cold – the head of his uncut cock and his prince albert. Fortunately, it was a thicker gauge so it did not cut going in. There was some discomfort at first, but hands tweaking my nips, Diego lapping my hard cock and the entire scene was so hot, that it faded pretty quickly into a very hot fuck. He wasn’t super-hung, a bit smaller than me, but his cock and his piercing felt really good, and I was super turned on by how his long, hefty ballsack swung back on forth and slapped me each time he pumped me. “Yeah, fuck that daddy ass, Devlin,” I heard someone mutter. At least now I had a name for the Irishman, one more to go… Euro guy pulled one of my arms up and popped up onto the scaffold spreading his legs so I could suck his cock while I was being fucked, I went to town swallowing that thick pole and enjoying it, before he rolled back some and then pulled himself back to the edge, presenting his pucker for a salad tossing. I dove in with gusto, it being a very favorite activity, and as usual, my cock got stiff as a board. Apparently this was a signal to Diego, who stopped sucking me. Being young, flexible and short, what he did next should have surprised me. He got on his feet in a bent-over crouch and backed up onto my cock, which entered him with almost no resistance. Oh my god, pure nirvana – my ass, cock and tongue were all performing their favorite jobs. Taking a quick breath and Max Impact hit, I noticed the entire party was now part of one scene, as Euro guy had laid fully back, 69ing with Kevin, while the “bossman” was plowed by Lonzo’s big dick as Lonzo balanced on his knees on the opposite edge of the scaffold. Damn, what a hot scene. Devlin’s strokes started to get faster and more punishing, and he grunted “Hope you wanted this load!” seconds before he blew off strongly in my ass. What felt like waves of sperm must have been flowing into me from the way his cock shaft was pulsing. He pulled out a bit too fast and I gasped, while Devlin dropped behind me and stuck his tongue up my hole to reach his own juice. It was incredible, but after another minute or so, I tapped Diego on his flank, pulled my mouth off hot Euro hole and said, “I HAVE to straighten my legs!” I eased out of Diego’s hole and stood up flexing my thigh muscles and going up on my toes for a couple of times to stretch my calves too. Devlin and Diego pushed me towards the Euro hunk and his now perfect cock height vulnerable hole on the edge of the scaffolding. My cock slid in like it had been pumping this channel for years, not the first time. The beefy daddy legs went up over my shoulders while Kevin continued to blow him for a few. Kevin pulled up and got off the scaffold saying “we need some more hits” quickly bringing the bong over. “How’s his rod feel in your hole, Caz?” said Kevin as he held out the bong for us both to take hits. Caz. Short for Cazamir, it turns out. Nice to finally know. “He fucks good,” came the deep growl from this hot construction guy, with a definite accent. “Then the boss gets next dibs,” Kevin said. I made out and shotgunned with Kevin as we blew a few more clouds and I fucked Cazamir, then he quietly let his boss take his place and I pounded Kevin hard the way he begged me to. Then it was time for me to take a break on a couple of cushions that were under the tarps. I watched the porn, blew some clouds, sucked down some hydration, and shortly Lonzo pulled me forward, rolled my legs back and began furiously tonguing my hole, searching for the Leprechaun’s gold, no doubt… he then sunk the most sizable cock in the room into me and began a nice fuck. Shortly, Diego came over and sat on my face, while I licked his boy hole and he made out with Lonzo. As the afternoon progressed, I would eventually fuck everyone there for at least a bit, and was fucked by everyone except Kevin and Diego, who apparently were strictly bottom guys. I got into some fisting with Devlin and Caz, their holes blossoming open for me as we gave them some enormous stretch – I love those trashy hot Euro guys – and watching my technique, Kevin made me promise to come back and help train his hole to accept and enjoy a fist. I promised I would. Toward the end of the session, a hot water sports scene ensued in the most unfinished room – the floor was covered completely wall to wall with rubber sheeting that went up the sides a bit (the space had to be a large walk-in closet or pantry or something, with guys getting wet down and sprayed by each other, and guys swallowing chempiss or taking it up their cumholes, eventually all down on the floor rolling and sliding around each other with mouths, cocks, nips, fingers and holes all being used indiscriminately. W/S isn’t always my favorite thing, but I can certainly get into it, especially with guys who really enthusiastically like it – and this scene was by far the hottest ever W/S scene I’d experienced up to that time, or for that matter, since. Any time I met with Kevin for playtime after that, either alone or with his crew, at a work site or in his own place, there was always an area for that rubber sheeting, and he loved nothing more than to be fucked while he and his partner and anyone else were soaked and slippery with chempiss. It was, I’ll admit very hot. Sometimes, the shower clean up afterwards could be ALMOST as hot as getting messy in the first place….- 10 comments
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“Please, Just Go Slow…”
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2023 He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites. He liked my dick pics. Of course. He was eager to make the drive to the playroom. He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule. Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.) He was nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same. I put on a new jock. Pristine. It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him. I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another. He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed. He tried to smile… “Are you alright?” I ask. “Sure. It’s been a while…” “Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand. “Since I’ve got fucked. I’m more of a cocksucker.” “Then why don’t we start there. Get me hard.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.” He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric. My cock begins to swell. I let him take me out. He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker. I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard. Finally, he pulls off my cock. “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base. “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I don’t respond. I just fuck his face. It’s my turn to be in charge. I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath. “Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench? Judd climbs aboard. He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting. “Please, just go slow…” I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue. I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole. He gasps. I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open. I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up. This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way. I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time. I stand and begin to enter him. It’s work—but the head pops in. I pull it right back out and go back to my knees. My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax. I try again with my cock. I bury maybe two inches in him this time. I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug. He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in. I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand. “Try your dick again.” I pull out the toy. And my cock sinks home. He pants—and takes me. I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck. He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock. He groans and takes all of me. I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, please, Sir.” I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices. I think he is surprised how much he loves this. We end up doing it every time I pull out. I use the speculum on him. I want him just slightly looser. He loves my finger in him after each crank open. He really loves when I fuck him with it in place. I remove it and fuck him again. Now his hole is just how I want it: tight, but accommodating. He cleans me up again before we move to the sling. “Stirrups?” “Yes, please.” I get his ankles in place. Judd can’t take his eyes off himself. He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels. I take the opportunity to piss on his hole. He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him. I fuck him. Harder now. The chains rattle. I use the egg-headed dildo. He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud. I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd. It’s back to just my dick. His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling. “Fucker me harder, Sir. I can take it.” So I do. And he can. I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass. I fuck again. I stop, still fully in him. “Where would you like to get bred? Here or the bench? He thinks for a millisecond. “The bench. I feel even more used over there.” I get him out of the sling and onto the bench. I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers. I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool. I am so ready to breed. “I want your load, Sir…” “I know you do,” I say, standing up. I slide in. I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now. “Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me. He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow. And I’m there. I cum—spurt and spurt… * Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower. I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress. “I saw you once before…” “Oh?” “Up in Lansing. You came into a gloryhole booth I was using. Your cock was out and hard—just like today. But I didn’t get to suck it. You were distracted by someone else.” I have no memory of this. “But I sure had it today.” He did indeed… The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2023-
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Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)
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"This Is Pig Play, Right?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—January, 2023 Towards the end of the month, I got a text from Jack. He is the bear I’d met at the bookstore, but who has also gotten well fucked in the playroom. He was horny. He’d been away on a short sex vacation but was in need of more. I was happy to have him back. He is always eager. We’d set a 1pm play time—and he was at my door a good 10 minutes early. I was ready for him. I took him downstairs, reminded him to put his clothes on the chair, not the bed—and went upstairs to strip myself… Jack is already on his knees as I come in the playroom door. He is at the base of the bench, hands behind his back, his eyes riveted to the bulge in my yellowed jock. I walk over. The pouch of my jock is at the perfect height to bury his face in it. He inhales deeply and makes a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes out and begins to lick the stained fabric. I let him get the jock good and wet before I work my balls free of the fabric. “Lick them—don’t suck.” He does. Hungrily. “Now, carefully, into your mouth. One at a time.” He follows my directions. He sucks gently on them, leaving the hairy orbs good and wet. Only now do I get my cock out of the jock. It is swollen, but once free of the fabric it erects. The angry red head is drooling and slaps him on the cheek. “Suck it.” He does. Really well—just like when we first met. Eventually I grab him by the ears and face fuck him, giving him about three quarters of my length. His cock, swinging free, begins to drool as I do this. I pull out and turn around. I reach behind me and pull his face into my ass cheeks. He mumbles his thanks as he rims me for the first time today, making me groan as I see myself in the mirror directly in front of me. “I need to do that to you. Up on the bench.” Jack scrambles up. It’s my turn to kneel and tongue his muscle butt. I push my spit deep into his ass. He is groaning now, telling me he can’t wait for my dick to be inside him. I stand up, cock lubed and ready. I push in. He flowers open and I sink in, about half my length. A steady push and now I’m balls deep. “Fuck, you always feel bigger than I remember,” he mutters. I hold a moment and then begin to fuck. Slow and deep. Then faster and faster. I pull out and Jack begs to taste his ass on my cock. It’s where I was headed—I want him to savor his ass juices. “Taste your ass,” I grunt out as he slobbers on my dick. “Leave it good and wet—I’m not going to add any more lube.” He leaves me slick and dripping. I walk around and slide back into his hole. This time the fuck is faster and harder. He cleans me with his mouth once again when I pull out. I unsnap the restraints hanging at the four corners of the sling. I buckle them on his wrists and ankles. This is new for him. His cock hardens again as I do it. I get him up and lower the middle of the fuck bench until it becomes a padded table. “On your back, ass right at the edge.” I make a quickly calculation that I don’t think he’s quite flexible enough for the hogtie—all four pulled together. I grab the spreader bar instead. I fasten it to his ankle restraints. I give it to him to pull his legs into the air. “Fuck, yes….” he hisses. I kneel and spit on his hole, twice. I stand, grabbing the bar and rolling his ass back and up to a slightly better angle. I line up my cock with his now puffy ass lips. I push forward and he takes every inch of me. I lean in and fuck him hard. I love the sound of how wet his hole has become. He looks down at the mirror on the wall. It’s placed carefully so he can see me rail into him. Over and over. When I sense he might be tiring, I pull out and let his legs down to the floor before I unclip them from the bar. “You want me in the sling?” He knows my routine too, well, so…”No, I’m getting in the sling and you are going to eat my ass. This makes him even happier. I get the foam mat from the rimseat and place it on the floor at the business end of the sling. I know how long we are both going to want him down there. I get up and into it. I have saved some poppers in the freezer just for this moment. I wait for his tongue to start licking on my tight pucker before I take the first hit. The moment the cap is back on the bottle I begin babbling how good he is making me feel. He grunts and tries harder, licking up and down my ass crack. My cock is rock hard. And I need to piss. I point it straight up and let it rain down on his face and my balls. I am a veritable piss fountain. I am giving him way more than I expected. He grunts out his appreciation and licks it all up. I love going from dry to damp with his saliva to wet with piss to damp again. “Remember, you can piss on my ass too, if you have any.” Last time he couldn’t let his piss fly. But today is different. He stands up and lets out a steady stream of piss, covering my balls before letting the last of it zero in on my asshole. The moment his stream peters out, he is back on his knees and licking me clean. I take a second hit and revel in his mouth worshipping my hole, all while catching the steady drip of his piss from my balls onto his tongue. “I have more piss,” he mumbles into my ass. “Can I do it again?” “Fuck, yes!” I take a hit. He pisses again, a much weaker stream, down my ass crack. He licks me clean, saving some piss in his mouth. He comes around the side of the sling and we yellow ball his piss back and forth in our mouths… * Jack is in the sling now. I am fucking him. I have used a couple of toys on him. The egg-headed dildo, of course. With my dick alongside. First above the toy, then under it. Jack has asked for the black butt plug. At this point, he takes it smoothly and easily. I am now fucking to get off, hammering his ass. Suddenly, I pull out. It’s my turn to piss on his balls and hole. I lick it up and move to the side of the sling. He opens his mouth and this time I let it dribble out of mine in a piss waterfall, landing on his tongue. He gurgles and swallows. I give him my dick to clean, too. I move back to his ass. “It’s time to breed you.” He groans an affirmative. I fuck. Harder. I eat his piss-y hole and jerk my cock. So damn close. I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. “Knock me up,” he grunts out. And I do. Blast after blast of cum deep inside his guts. I stay in place a long time, marinating in my cum. Finally, I pull out. Just the tiniest trickle of cum comes with me, the rest being so deep. I lick it up, before standing and leaning across him and drooling the few drops into his open mouth. I towel his ass down a little before he moves. “So,” he says, “I keep reading about it online. This is pig play, right?” I kneel, burrow my tongue into his ass again, then bring it to his mouth before I answer… The original is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/this-is-pig-play-right.html March 5, 2023 -
Hi all, OK this is my first attempt at writing, so please don't be too brutal (in your feedback; I do love it otherwise). It's going to start slow, so if this isn't your thing, that's OK. Just give a me a chance, is all I ask. CHAPTER 1: BEN: Tonight was the night. I’d spent the last 4 weeks being the perfect predator, and tonight was the night I was taking down my prey. Four weeks ago, I’d seen him/her/them (cause I didn’t know) coming out of a gay bar on 7th street, dressed in heels, jeans, and a soft sweater. I knew they had the boy bits, but they never really wore men’s clothing. If they identified as a boy, they were definitely the femboy kind: thin, short, and maybe buck-ten soaking wet; long brown hair that looked better than most women’s; and puffy, pouty lips that gave a man ideas. The first time I saw them, I knew I wanted to ruin them and own them. Something about the blatant femininity on a male body made my cock jerk and I wanted to do mean and painful things, even more than the other little twinks I took an interest in from time to time. Somewhere along the way I stopped thinking of them in any way other than My Hole….nothing else, just an it, that was My Hole. I had planned my approach carefully. I knew the bar on 7th had cameras and tight security, so I’d have to make meet My Hole at another bar it frequented. I was there at the bar when it walked in, and I was ready – calm, cool, and prepared to be the most charming version of myself. My Hole came in and sauntered my way, and perched up a few stools down from me. I could hear it order a gin and tonic from the bartender. I watched beautiful lips wrap around a straw and take a sip, and all I could think about was those lips wrapped around my cock. I got up to make my move. EV: I felt a giant mass next to me take a seat and caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. “Hey beautiful, you’re awfully delicate for this crowd, aren’t ya?” His voice sent a shudder down my spine – deep, a heavy southern accent, and enough rasp to file nails. I turned and looked at him. He was sort of handsome, in a rugged way; wasn’t classically handsome, but good looking. Broad and fit, he looked like a man who worked for a living and could bend me in half in the most delicious of ways. I smiled. “Sometimes a little silk likes to snagged on barbed wire, and you look like you would be sharp and pointy.” I saw a glimmer in his eye, and he leaned in. I inhaled as he was right next to my ear and could smell a musk that told me he was every bit the working man he looked to me. I felt his warm breath at my ear. “Darlin, you be careful before you get yourself snagged in something you can’t handle.” I laughed and turned back to my drink, and watched him take a swallow of his beer. Maybe it was because I had been in a slump or what, but I ignored my usual caution. “I don’t live very far from here, shall we go see?” “Sure, you want me to follow you, or what? I’m parked down the street” “Oh, I walk, but if you don’t mind driving, I can direct you.” “Then beautiful, either finish quick or leave it. We’re heading out.” BEN: Jesus fuck, they are stupider than I thought. This is too easy. I put my hand on the small of their back and lead them out the door and down the street to my truck. I play the part of the gentleman and open their door. I get them settled in and reach over to buckle them in, flashing a big grin. “Don’t want anything to happen to my precious cargo.” Walked around to my side and slid in. Once I was settled in my seat, leaned over and took their mouth in a scorching kiss. Wrapped my hand in their hair and held them tight while I plundered their mouth. “You chugged that gin and tonic pretty quickly. Don’t want you too drunk to play, so why don’t you have some water.” I handled them a small bottle of Gatorade and unscrewed the top in front of them, showing I was a gentleman and not handing them something spiked. Little did My Hole realize it was heavily spiked with GHB. It’d have a flavor and I just hoped my prey would finish it and not think. “It tastes a little off”. I sighed, knowing it seemed too easy, so I thought of something quick. “Probably from sitting in here and getting hot in the truck off and on. Sorry about that.” I watched them finish it off, and I reached up and swiped my thumb across their lip and leaned in for another kiss. They went limp and moaned in my kiss, and I knew it was just a matter of time. “So, where to?” “Oh, I live down over near The Square; you can just go out 35.” “Easy enough, darlin. Be there in 20 minutes or so, I guess”. I pulled started the truck and pulled out the parking lot. I drove down to 35 and made the left heading out to The Square. About halfway there, I looked over, and they were already asleep. Down for the count. I pulled into the nearest lot and turned around. Not heading in that direction anymore, and I turned my truck back to my place.
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Rural Georgia—June, 2022 The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power. I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night. I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on. Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship. He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around. We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend. I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important. I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area. I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads. Some time later a car arrived with two men. One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post. The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man. He was maybe 5’9” and trim. He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off. Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals. He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.) He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin. And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt. He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place. He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals. I learned on Friday night he was a top. Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass. Back to Saturday. We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field. I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party. We had a great outdoor space for it. There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads. We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space… I am first to get there. Naturally. I keep chugging on my water. It’s hot out. And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss. Other men slowly begin arriving. A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here. I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off. He loves this—and does the same to me. As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now. Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching. Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling. We are all having issues with the heat and production. “You guys look too dry!” It is Miles. He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck. He stands above us and begins to piss. He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass. David and Ray arrive. Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry. He coats us, too. I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss. I am there to lick some off. Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode. I find I have more in my bladder than I thought. I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me. I piss soak his ass. There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets. I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss. David moans. I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim. He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on. I stand up. “You want my cock?” David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick. I fuck him. Not for long. Just to get some of my piss up his ass. “Let me clean that cock.” It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me. He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss. Other men are in twos and threes. Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking. Miles is in the corner of the deck. I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock. I go back up his ass. Myles grins at me. I slide back into David’s ass. I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke. “You want his ass?” I ask Miles. He nods. David turns. Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass. Miles fucks him much harder. I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again. The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up. When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us. He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us. I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more. Miles leaves, as do most of the others. No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight. David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss. We shower together—and head to the pool… The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes. We took a little longer, but not much… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 27, 2022
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IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2022 The next day was the piss party. It had been awhile since I had attended one. Not just the lockdown had kept me away. My frequent trips to Toronto to play at Fukd had often been on the same weekend as the piss gathering. I was excited to return. I could do with getting wet again. It’s an afternoon start time and there was a ton of traffic on the drive north to the bar where it is held. I had been chugging my water and tea. I just needed to time it so I was ready to piss when I got there—but not when I was stuck behind a slow moving vehicle on Clark Street… I am in the door and haven’t pissed myself. In the main bar I’m asked for my driver’s license and vaccination card. Did it say that on the confirmation letter? I have them, but they are locked out in my car. I remember just in time there is a picture of both on my phone. I proceed to the back bar and go in. The party started 20 minutes ago. It’s longer than usual since it is IML—I am pretty sure I can’t do six hours of piss play. I strip down and hand my bag to the Coat Check Otter. We embrace—but I know he will be too busy to play. I make my way into the crowd. I need to find someone who wants piss. There are two men in the inflatable pool. I pull my cock out of my filthy Fukd jock. The guy’s mouths open like it is feeding time in the nest. I send a strong stream to one and then the other. I finish with splashing hot piss on both their cocks. I love that they kiss each other and share my piss between them. I see my friends who live in both Chicago and Palm Springs. I go to chat with them. In moments, the more bottom pig is on his knees, sucking my cock. I am fresh out of piss. Well, at first. Finally I can feed him. Not much, but I give him a couple of short blasts. He stands up. “Would you fuck me?” He leans on a bench that is near us. I go to my knees and eat out his hole. I stand and send a couple of piss blasts onto it. I go back to my knees and lick it up—forcing some inside him. I stand and I enter him. Slowly. His partner watches as the length of my dick slowly disappears. As I start the fuck stroke, the partner begins to piss on my dick. I love the sloppy sound of my fuck—as I pump some of the liquid into the ass I’m reaming out. Finally, I stop. I kneel and clean up his crack. The partner now gives me everything he’s got in his bladder. I drink as much as I can. When his stream runs dry, I stand. We have a three-way kiss as I yellow-ball some of what I’ve kept in my mouth to both of them… * I fuck ass. Lots of it. Good wet ass. Sometimes with others pissing on it. More often not. A Cub I recognize from here introduces me to his new partner. I love that they are both here. And the new partner seems to really like watching me fuck his man. We like it, too. So much I do him a couple of more times during the party. I love the feel of his ass. And the skills he uses to squeeze me occasionally. The new partner watches, a little wide eyed at how much cock is going into his guy, as I plow… * “Hey, you’re FelchingPisser right?” I nod. The guy is tall. Taller than me. And younger by a good ten to fifteen years. “We’ve been talking on AssPig. Fuck me?” I bend him over, piss on his crack and eat his ass. It’s a muscle butt—hard as granite. With just enough hair in the crack to excite me even more. I stand up and slide in. He takes me, hungrily. “Fuck me, man. Piss fuck me if you want.” I tell him I’m pretty well drained right now—and I want to piss fuck when I have more than a couple of spurts. He agrees and begins to groan—reveling in the long dicking I am giving him. The moment I pull out, he spins around to clean my cock. I promise I will be back when I have a full bladder… * I sit on the bench built against the side wall. A man comes over and asks to suck me. I nod. He has the largest nipples I have ever seen. Huge. He kneels and swallows half of me down. My hands find his nipples. I twist them. It’s his cue to deep throat me. And he does. It is so fucking tight in his throat. I let go of his nipples and he comes up for air. We do it again—halfway down, twist and deep throat. It’s wild. It almost hurts his throat is so constricted around my cock—but I like it. We keep it up for a long time…halfway, twist, deep throat dick clamp… * I wander. I piss a little on the balls of a guy getting a blow job. I eat a wet and fucked ass or two. I find a furry Otter and a hot guy in Andrew Christian backless underwear fucking. Both are half my age. The Otter is bent over and letting the AC clad young man fuck him. I watch for a moment. “Want his ass?” asks AC. “Sure.” He pulls out. I surprise him by cleaning his cock. I spit the slime on the Otter’s furry butt crack. Then I fuck it into him. The Otter squeals—and is covered in piss by AC. When I pull out, AC fucks him again. I stand behind AC and hose down his ass crack. There is not a hair on him—the contrast between the two men is fabulous. The moment I have no more piss, I begin tonguing his ass on his back stroke. Soon, he just buries himself in the Otter and so I can truly eat his ass. I lick up every drop. AC pulls out of the Otter. “Fuck me.” I waste no time filling his ass with my wet cock. He’s tight and very appreciative. The Otter turns and strokes to our fucking. He manages a little piss that lands on AC’s bent over back. I slap the wet ass and fuck him harder and harder… * I have been tanking up. I find the Tall Guy from AssPig in the back corner. “Ready for that piss fuck?” He is. He bends, holding onto the damp cinder block wall. I rim. I fuck. I stand still and piss. With my cock balls deep in his muscle butt. I have to think hard to get the plumbing to go from fucking to piss. But it works. With barely losing any hardness I piss into his ass. A never ending stream. Tall Guy moans. He can feel it. Every drop. “So heavy, man. It feels great.” Now, as the stream runs dry, I begin to fuck into this ass full of my piss. Soon it is sloshing inside of him. Some comes out on my backstroke. A piggy bystander kneels and gets some of the backstroke splash on his face. When I pull out, there is a mini waterfall that I quickly kneel and swallow. I come up and kiss the Tall Guy, some piss from his ass going from my mouth to his… * I have been here close to four hours. It’s time to breed and leave. I look for the Tall Guy, but can’t find him. Instead I see the cute young guy in the Andrew Christian underwear. “Want a load?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy.” He bends over—ass on display. I eat him out again. He’s been busy since I opened his hole. I stand, and enter him. He is hard and stroking with each thrust I make. “I want your cum…” he whispers. “Make me yours…” That does it. I teeter on the brink for a moment—and then let him have blast after blast. I marinate in his ass for a long time. Standing absolutely still. Getting my breathing back to normal. When I pull out, he turns and cleans my dick of the cum clinging to it. He looks up at me, his eyes begging. I can just manage a few spurts of piss to wash my cum down his throat… The wet original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML Saturday: Piss Party Piss Fuck (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 27. 2022 -
The Demon Seed I had been cruising Craigslist for a while looking for a Top to use my slutty boy pussy the way I needed to be used. I had posted a few ads and browsed the posted ones like mad trying to find just the right guy. I had just about given up when I received an email alert. "Hey faggoT", was the subject line, which immediately grabbed my attention. I love it when a Top verbally abuses me...it just makes me wet! I opened the email and was intantly drawn to its content. "I have jusT whaT you are looking for, faggoT. A big, hard, Thobbing 9" cock That jusT loves To pound liTTle faggoTs like you inTo ToTal submission. You will worship my cock, my balls, rim my sweaTy asshole and I will fuck you hard, deep and bareback unTil I breed your hungry, cumdump pussy. I can hosT and I have favors To keep you spun and greedy for MAN COCK all nighT long. Don'T make me waiT, faggoT! ~PozzedUpTop. I couldn't hit the reply button fast enough! I quickly typed a reply, telling him that I would love to be his cumdump. Just tell me where you are located and I will be there as soon as I can! I hit send...and waited... About 15 minutes later, I got a reply. "Nice to see you responded so quickly. Lets me know you are a hungry cumslut and need my cock in you. Here is the deal: Myself and 4 other poz guys are looking for a bottom bitch to breed. We won't be gentle. We won't make love to you. We will slam you, face fuck you and then we will relentlessly pound your faggot cunt until we each breed you at least twice. You WILL leave here knocked up. Understand, faggot? ~PozzedUpTop. I hit reply and told him I totally understood. I was more than willing to be bred by 5 hot Poz Top Men! I told him I had never slammed before, but I was willing. I sent it off. I got a reply after just a few minutes. "Ok, faggot. I live in the old church, the one just outside of town that was dechristened a few years ago. Your breeding and conversion are going to be part of a ritual. We are going to fuck you on the alter in the old sanctuary. Each of the Tops will be wearing masks. We are all Poz. The final Man that fucks you will be wearing a goat mask, he has full blown AIDS and he will show no mercy. Tonight, you WILL become Sarah Palin's cumdump...taking all of our demon seed! Ave Satana!" I got in my car and headed out. The thought of being fucked by 5 Poz Men and the fact that they were into Satanism fueled my thoughts. It only took me a few minutes to reach the old church...I knew exactly where it was located. I parked my car, walked up to the door and knocked. The door quickly swung open and I was greeted by 5 Men, all in long robes, wearing masks. One of the Men ushered me to a side door. I was told to strip, clean myself, put on the black jock strap that was haning on the wall and nothing else. I quickly undressed, cleaned myself and put on the jock. I then sat down and waited. Within a few minutes, the door opened and one of the Men entered the room. I was told to stand, turn around and present my asspussy for inspection. I did as told. He roughly shoved 2 fingers up my ass and checked to make sure I was clean. Then he inserted a rather large shard of Tina into my ass and roughly rubbed it in. My ass was suddenly on fire...I had never been booty bumped before either. Within moments I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life as the Tina took over my bloodstream. I was lead into the old sanctuary and taken to the alter. There was a large Pentegram on the floor around it with a black candle at each point of the star. I was grabbed by 2 of the Men and they forced me to my knees. A third man approached me and told me to give him my arm. I did as told and he put a tournequet around my upper arm. He pulled out a siringe and told me I had to ask for the slam. "Please Sir, slam me so that I can be your faggot cumdump for the evening!", I hurriedly replied. He found a vein and plunged the needle in. He told me to take a deep breath and he depressed the plunger. I had no idea how much he was giving me, but the siringe looked like it had a lot in it. As he released the tournequet, I got a hard cough...they all laughed. "He is ready", one of them said. I was suddenly surrounded by 5 very hard cocks, each wanting to plunge into my throat. I greedily sucked each of them, taking them deep in my throat and savoring the flavor of their delicious toxic precum. It didn't take long until my asspussy was begging to be fucked! They picked me up and placed me on the alter, my arms and legs were secured with leather restraints. My legs we up, so they had complete and open access to my my starving, twitching asspussy. One of the Men started to finger me roughly...opening up my hole for the onslaught of cock that was to come. As the first Man approached me with his cock throbbing obseenly in front of him, he asked me if I was freely giving of myself to The Dark Lord and if I was willing to accept each of the toxic demon loads there were about to be injected deep inside my fag cunt. I eagerly replied that yes, I was willing. With that he shoved his cock balls deep inside me. The pain was excrutiating at first, but quickly gave way to the most intense feeling of pleasure that I had ever felt. I wanted...no I NEEDED his cock inside me, pounding me hard and deep. I had to have his load inside me. He made me beg for him to fuck me, which I did...repeatedly! After about 10 minutes of hard fucking, his pace quickened, I felt his cock start to thicken and grow inside me and I knew the first Poz load of the evening was about to be injected inside me... Let me know if you are enjoying this...and I will write the next chapter very soon! Thank you for reading!
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Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week. I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool. I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce. Jayce had been to the Saturday night party. He had taken my dick in one of the slings. He was in whore mode that night, just like me. I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass. I slipped in after them. Jayce was good. I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder. As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him. He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set. I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time… He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard. We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool. There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light. There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. Jayce is a great looking guy. He could be anywhere from 40 to 55. He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men. He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built. His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls. His hair is cut short. He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over. He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him. He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side. “I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” He wants me to squeeze some directly into him. A tray below the sling catches any overflow. I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers. When he nods, I stand up and enter him. It’s a wonderfully slick hole now. I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head. My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness. I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube. It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place. He sighs. His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy. But he takes me. Easily. Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…” I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again. I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat. Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so. This makes me fuck him harder. I pull out the toy and sink into him again. I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips. “You are so good at that. I love your tongue.” This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line. I work the fingers of my left into him. I’m up to all four before I know it. I add the thumb. A gentle twist and I am in. “What size did you say your hands were?” he pants. “Medium.” I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction. “I can usually only take small handed guys.” I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him. I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch. He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes. Soon enough I have my right in him. Then I start alternating the hands. Slowly. Smoothly. Methodically. I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt. My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass. My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger. Jayce’s eyes open. He looks up into the mirror. He groans. His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock. But it is a tight fit. So I don’t linger. I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth. Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily. Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward. I find the opening to the second hole. I slide forward a little more. His ass is welcoming every move I make. Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror. After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them. I work ever slower up into him. When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him. That’s halfway to my elbow. Jayce opens his eyes. His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him. “I think…that’s it…” he breathes. I slowly slide it out. It’s only been an hour. Are we really done? Jayce must be able to read my face. “I only mean hand. You can fuck me as long as you want.” I grin. “I want your load,” he finishes. “Good and deep.” I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole. My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel. I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep. I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube. Jayson groans. “You gonna knock me up?” His hand is all over the pouch of his jock. “I want your cum, man.” His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze. Like on every stroke. It won’t be long now. I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!” My voice is loud, filling the night air. I shudder and give him every drop I have. I don’t move. I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load… The Original: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2021- 6 comments
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"Daddy, Lick It Up..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2021 The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore. He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it. So we met soon after. It was a disaster. I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest. We started. And stopped. Started. And stopped. And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day. Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all. It was the piss boy who lives north of me. He sent me text just before class that he was super horny. Could I fill him with piss later tonight? No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex. He wouldn’t arrive until very late. I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill. I thought long and hard. A new text arrived: “Please, Daddy!!!?!” I said yes. In the early evening I got one more text. “Can I dress slutty?” I knew he had a fem side. I said yes to that, too. He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst. He is still lanky and just as tall. His hair is long. He is maybe 25. He strips to a lime green thong. The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem. A lacy crop top covers his thin chest. The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees. He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon. My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly. “Open wide, Boy.” “Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs. “It’s been so long….” And it has been a full year since we met. I dig my cock out of the pouch. It goes in his mouth. He knows not to close down. In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water. He moans deliciously as I empty into him. He takes every drop. The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness. He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base. “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.” He takes me to the root before I can respond. I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.” “Does Daddy want to taste my ass?” I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth. I connect with his hole. He is tight. My tongue burrows in. He sighs and moans in the back of this throat. I eat his ass for a long time. I am surprised when I realize I can piss again. I stand up and flood his crack. It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can. “Daddy, lick it up. Please….” I go to my knees and lick up every drop. When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack. I take my dick up to his mouth. He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head. I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls. They are sweaty from the day and the exercise. Boy starts to clean them. “I want to suck them properly…” I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs. This is really nice. I lie there. I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me. Individually—lovingly lapping them. And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once. He goes to my perineum, instead. “Come sit on my face.” The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way. “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!” I prod open his now wet hole. “I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…” I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise. Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him. “Let’s do the sling. I need to piss.” I get him situated. His eyes never leave the mirror above. My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong. I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me. I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole. I stop before I’m empty. I lick him clean and do it again… * It’s late. I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home. “I want your load in my mouth.” He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed. “Give me your cum, Daddy.” “Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” I lie on the bed, spread eagled. He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest. I stroke. Lightly, but intently. Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum. He sighs over this with a “I want more!” I increase my stroke. I am almost there. “Get ready,” I bark. He hovers above my dick. “Argh!” And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum. I am really shaking, the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense. He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again. I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest. “Wait,” I tell him. “I think I have some piss for your ride home.” My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got….. The original: From My Side of the Sling: "Daddy, Lick It Up..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 19, 2021 -
I fucking love cheating. Huge turn on. I’ve posted here before about some of my fun times. Today I cheated on my husband again. But we’ve since found a fuck bud who we are exclusive with. And it’s on all ends. But I’ve cheated on both of them. Today I stopped off at a hotel after work. Walked into some bi married man’s room and found him naked in bed, rock hard. Of course, the slut I am, I strip down immediately and go to town sucking his dick. His precum tastes delicious and I can still taste his wife’s pussy on his dick from fucking him earlier. Never did that before but it was hot af and made me even hornier. I sucked him to completion and swallowed his kid. We made out with his cum and I jerked off on his face, mixing our warm cum together. I also cheated last week. A hot, hairy, married gay bear was home alone. I walked in and he was naked. I immediately stripped and started sucking his dick. After he got hard, he walked me to his sex room and put me in a swing. His raw cock entered my hole as I sniffed some poppers. I’m tight. My husband has a small dick so I always look for more. And my new fuck bud hadn’t fucked me yet. So I was definitely needing to be opened up. But this guy fed me poppers and shoved his raw dick in. He told me to piss as he fucked me and I was so goddamn turned on. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes in the swing, taking his cock out to add to my piss. We scooped some up and made out with it. He entered me one last time, thrusting as hard as he could. Finally, we were both close. He pounded me as he’d as he could and bred me deep as I shot my load. I came all over myself and scooped it up so we could makeout. Hot as fuck, and made it even hornier because I was cheating on two men at once. if you’re in central florida, hit me up. I’m down to trade pics and loads. I need as many buds as I can get.
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Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny. Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been. It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover most of it to make some shade. I also hung some other towels as curtains on the east side of the structure. Jay helped me move the sling. I stripped to my yellow jock and boots. I was ready. I sent a text to Johnny to tell him so. He replied he was just checking out and would be there in about six minutes… I let him in at the side gate so I don’t disturb my hosts—who both work from home. The moment the gate latches we are kissing in the shade of the tall palms of the fence line. He is taller than I remember, close to six foot. He is thin and barely dressed. His arms, nicely defined, pull me to him as our tongues surrender to each other. We break the kiss, and we walk around the swimming pool to the arbor. He pulls the tee shirt over his head and tosses it on a white chair out in the sunshine. He is a lithe guy, with a toned and hard bodied. His skin is a beautiful cinnamon color. His black hair is in an asymmetrical cut—and the stubble on his face is trimmed and shaped. He ditches the shorts to reveal a blue jock with a plumped up pouch. He slides the running shoes back on—and drags me to the shade I’ve created over the sling. Johnny goes to his knees. He takes my cock out of my jock. I am instantly hard. It slaps his cheek before he takes me down. To the root. He holds me there, my pubes in his nose. His throat is so damn tight. He holds, and holds, and suddenly releases me. I pant—and he does it again, holding every inch of me in his tight throat. This time on the release, the long strands of deep spittle connect us. I twirl them with my fingers. He sucks them clean. He goes down on me a third time. I hold the back on his head and actually fuck his face a little. He groans his approval—and never chokes. I pull him up. We kiss. Deep and long in the hot desert air. I break it, with: “Get in the sling—I want to eat that hairy ass.” I rim him, but not as long as I want to as he’s begging for my cock. “I want your cock in me,” he mutters. “Your raw cock, Papi.” I have left enough saliva in his hole to slide in with a just a little lube. He is tight. And a milker. From the first moment, he is squeezing my shaft on every stroke. I keep a slow, steady rhythm—our eyes locked together. I pull out. I splatter some piss on his already wet hole. I kneel and lick it up. Johnny moans. I stand up and go back to fucking him. Harder. Stronger. We don’t have all morning. He needs to get to LA. I pause and drink from my water bottle—and pass it to Johnny as I slide back into him. “Can you feed me, Papi?” I fuck him harder. Really pounding into him. I feel my bladder kick in. I pull out and send a huge stream of clear piss into his face. He opens his mouth and takes the rest. Well, before the strength weakens and it coats his chest. I lean forward and begin to lick it up. I spit some into his mouth. Most of my piss dries in the heat before I get my tongue to it. “Cum in me. Send me home with your babies.” I kneel and rim a little. I stroke myself hard as I do it. I am so close. I stand and fuck a little longer—as my eminent orgasm recedes. I do it again…and the moment I push between his puffy ass lips, I explode. Not a huge gush of seed, but a lot of sensation as his tight hole squeezes it all out of me. “Can you piss inside?” he whispers. “I think....” Before I finish the sentence I am emptying into him. I lean down and kiss him again as I fill his hot ass… When I come up for air, I ask if he wants to shower. He says he wants to take all my fluids home. Then he thinks a little more—LA traffic, his Mother…he opts to shower. I tuck my wet cock back into the pouch and show him to my bathroom. He is quick and soon on his way. The moment I step back into the house from closing the gate behind Johnny, Jay steps out of his office—totally naked. “You promised!” I go into his office and shut the door. I take my cock out—so he can taste Johnny on me. Such a pig…he erects instantly as he cleans me of Johnny’s ass juices and my cum and piss. My cock is spent. But I crawl under the rimseat—(funny how it lives in his office!) and eat out his hole as he jerks to the taste of Johnny’s beautiful ass…. The original is here with some great comments: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: Filling Johnny's Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 28, 2021
