"Would You Consider the Sling?"

 Lansing—November, 2026

 

It was Saturday night.  I had had no luck in lining up anyone in the playroom.  I thought about heading to my local haunt, but I really wanted something different and to see new faces.  I decided to head north to Lansing and visit the venue that has gloryhole booths, a public sling and the new reverse gloryhole wall for anonymous fucking.  I was sure I could find some trouble to get into up there…

 

I arrive late.  But I know that things don’t heat up here until after 10pm.  The parking lot is full.  I go in and make the tour.  People are milling—and no one is playing.  I stick my dick through a gloryhole where I have heard someone on the other side.  The guy ignores me.

I go watch some porn, keeping my dick in my pants.  The big deal seems to be two women here for the first time—and a young man is making himself their very loud tour guide, as he tries to impress them.  A host of other men are following after the trio.

To avoid them, I go into the dark room and settle in a comfortable chair in the back corner.  The management has added a string of lights on the ceiling since I was here last.  You can actually see shapes in here now, but it is still very dark.  I pull out my dick and stroke.  I want it to be available for exploring men so they can choose to suck or be sucked…

There is a sound.  A tourist.  Just checking the space out—not looking to play.  He notices me—and keeps on moving.

I stroke.

Another man comes in.  He has a football player’s build.  I can’t see enough to guess an age or what he looks like.  He sees me and drops his coat in the corner.  He kneels.  His mouth takes me deep inside him.  His tongue works all over my cockhead and shaft.  I can tell he has a beard and it feels great on my balls. 

He grunts his appreciation at having a mouthful.  I am now treated to a series of deep-throatings.  He groans as he pulls off me.  A long string of spittle still connects us—the dim light from the ceiling making it glow.  He wraps it around my dick and gives me more exquisite head.

“Tell me.  Do you fuck with this monster?”

“I do.”

“Fuck yes!”  He unbuckles his jeans and steps out of them.  Then the shirt.  He keeps going until he’s down to socks and a jockstrap.  He leans against the wall, arching his back to me.  Before I can do anything, he bends and digs out a bottle of lube.  He smears it on his hole and resumes the position.

I lube myself and sink into him.  He’s so eager, he pushes back on me, swallowing the length of my cock in one move.

“Yes…” he croons.

I hold a long moment—and begin to fuck.  The sound of our fucking brings a guy in to watch.  He jerks his cock to us, but does not try to get involved.  This guy’s ass is great—very responsive to my dick.  He loves to squeeze it on the backstroke.

I pull out.  I suggest he kneel in the chair.  He does—and I fuck him once again.  This time when I pull out, he swings around and cleans my cock.

I want more of him, but not in here.  “Would you consider the sling?”

“And have everyone see you fucking me?  You bet!”

He gets dressed and then I lead the way to the sling.  No one is around.  He strips again.  He is a very hairy bear, likely on the edge of 50.  We adjust the sling to my height and he jumps in.  This time I stop him from lubing his hole.  “I have lube,” I tell him as I kneel.

My mouth makes contact with his hole for the first time.  He groans as I begin eating him out.  He tastes great.  Even better, he has puffy ass lips that beg to be licked and lightly chewed.

“You can do that for as long as you want,” he murmurs.

I keep going.  But eventually, I stand up and fuck.  It’s now a straight shot into his hole—and I go deeper.  I love watching his face as I fuck.  It registers every stroke.  I pull out and lick his butt again.  Then another round of fucking.  His ass is really responding to my drilling.  I fuck—and then lick his fully engorged ass lips.

“Fuck…” he moans.  “Don’t stop.”

When I come up for air, he tells me he should stretch his legs.  “I’d like you to sit down somewhere and let me suck you.”

We go to the main lounge.  I sit and he strips down to suck me naked (and be available for others.)  He goes to work on my balls.  And under them.  His tongue goes down my perineum.  He flirts with licking my hole—but stays just above it.  He works me over until he’s breathless.  He sits beside me for a moment and finally we introduce ourselves.

I suggest to Jack we go back to the sling.  He’s eager and ready.  This time I make sure the cage door is wide open so men could join us easily.  A few watch, but none even stroke to our second sling fuck, much less join us. 

Jack’s hole is incredibly juicy now.  I can’t stop rimming him after each fuck.

“I love your tongue,” he groans as I go to my knees once again.

When his legs tire, we find a couch hidden away.  He sucks my cock, still covered in his ass jizz, the moment we reach it.  Then it’s my balls.  My perineum again.  My balls.  And some constant deep throating.

To change things up a little, I pull a bandana out of my back pocket.  I tie it around my eyes.  “I don’t know want to know where you’re going to lick next…”  He loves the challenge.  His mouth works me all over—and he keeps it surprising.  I am a mass of spit when he’s done.

When I take off the blindfold, he asks if we can meet again.  He pulls out his phone and numbers are exchanged.  I have rarely played for so long with a new man in a place like this—but no one else seems interested in either of us.  And we are very happy doing what we’re doing.

“My ass can’t take too much more—but I would love for you to breed me.”

“I would love for you to leave with my load inside you.”

We go back to the sling.  Remembering that his hole is feeling a little sore, I eat him out for a long time.  I stroke myself so I am good and ready to shoot.  I stand up and slide in.  I fuck—and the climax recedes.  I keep fucking.  I can feel that his hole is getting wetter and wetter.  I go back to my knees and lick him out once more.  He’s so damn wet…

I’m ready.  Really ready.

I stand up and slide in.  I begin a fast pump.  Jack’s eyes go wide.  “You’re thicker…” he mumbles…and I am.  I am seconds from spewing jizz.

Two or three more thrusts and I’m there.  I hold onto the chains and fill this man I’d met just a few hours ago with my cum…