Cleveland—April, 2022

I didn’t try for any sex during the day after my Thursday night at the baths.  I wanted to save every drop of semen for my play on Friday evening.  I was going to my first Horse Market.  In case you have been living under some sort of non-sexual rock, the Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA.   There are very specific rules.  Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom).  No one can switch mid-party.  The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous.  There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only. 

The arrival time was 6:00pm.  The Stallions and Mares went in different doors to preserve the anonymity.  As a Stallion I was given a number (217) and a bottle of lube that had a cord to hang around my neck.  (Thank you PigLoad, a sponsor!)  We were led through the playspace to a room where we stripped to whatever we wanted to wear and then check our clothes.  I chose my chaps, a mostly clean jock, harness and boots.  (After all, it was a leather weekend!)  My number was Magic Markered onto my right shoulder and in huge numerals on my back.

The Stallions were allowed back into the playspace to look at the various stations for play.  (The club we were in is a straight BDSM club normally.  CLAW rents it for the weekend.)  There were slings, benches, padded tables, mattresses on the floor and waist height stands to lean against.  We figured out that there were 50 to 60 of us—and there would be the corresponding number of Mares.  There were also stable hands who were there to help out the hooded mares.  The party goes until the last load is shot—usually around 3 hours.  Mares need breaks and the handlers guide the hooded men to a secluded rest area.  They can also lead them from one piece of play equipment to another.

One thing I love about Horse Market SF, that is different from the European model, is that there is no screening for body type.  They allow men of all shapes, races, sizes and ages to play.  Thank you!

Just before 7pm, the Stallions were herded back into the dressing room.  The Mares were being led to place and hooded.  The tension amongst the Stallions was electric.  Suddenly the door was opened and we flooded back into the playspace…

There are men everywhere.  Most are ass up.  A buffet of butt cheeks.  Instantly I realize that many of the things that draw me to a certain man are not on display:  a man’s eyes, a terrific beard, a slightly crooked smile…Now it is all about the butt.  Some Stallions make a beeline for the youngest.  Some for the plumpest bubble bear butt.  I go for the hairiest on a table where eight men ring it, two to a side—all ass up.  We’ve been instructed to touch the Mare by hand first.  My hand caresses the hairy cheeks.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  I seem to be the only man in the room who uses his tongue.  My mare groans and thanks me.  I rear up and slide into his hole.

“Fuck that’s big for the first one,” he grunts out.  But he takes me.  Opening with each stroke into his fur ringed hole.  Over and over.

All eight Mares at our table now have a Stallion fucking them.  The sound of the whole room is amazing as men grunt and groan.  I love making eye contact with the other tops.  One smirks and indicates I should try the hole he is currently fucking.  I lick the hairy ass I’ve just fucked one more time before I switch with that other Stallion.  This induces the other tops to move around, too.  All eight of us are suddenly in our second hole of the event.  This new man, lithe and thin, is also very good at squeezing down on cock.  We fuck hard.  We fuck fast or slow—every Stallion to his own time. The only constant is our constant switching to a new hole…

*

One of the Mares, a young ‘un is now howling out his pleasure each time a dick really starts to rail him.  This draws the attention of the Stallions at our end of the room.  They leave the hole they are fucking and line up to fuck this guy—hoping they can make him squeal.  I happily fuck the holes they leave unattended.

I have fucked all body types now.  There is only one white hood in the entire room.  I have seen only one man play with him so far.  I take a Magnum from my boot and suit up.  I let him feel the condom on me before I push in.  He really gasps as I enter and comments on how full he feels.  I fuck him for quite awhile as I know a lot of men won’t be using him.  The latex, after all the raw fucking, certainly dilutes the pleasure—but I want him to have a good time, too.

Only then do I go and fuck the howler…

*

I fuck one man on the mattresses and realize it is just too low for my knees.  I am in some sort of odd squat as I do it.  It’s my shortest fuck.  I fuck the big full ass of a man who is leaning on a set of stocks.   Then on to others bracing themselves against various pieces of BDSM equipment.  Each hole willing and now all very wet…

*

The Stable Hands are being kept busy now.  Mares need breaks.  Others need to get off their knees and onto their backs.  I find the hairy man—I started with again.  He is on his back—his chest as furry as his ass.  I fuck him again.  I tell him I was the first dick in him.  He works hard to justify my return to his butt, but it’s far too early for me to nut.

*

The crowd has started to thin.  The air is constantly full of the sound of men climaxing.  I find another hairy guy in the main sling.  I stand next to him and watch two men back to back load him.  The stud in the sling is panting and calling himself a dirty slut.  I kneel between his splayed, stirruped legs.  My tongue digs into him.  I taste the mix of loads. 

“How many?”  I ask.

“Six, Sir…”  I slide in.  “Fuck!”

I churn the loads and make them froth.  Two guys stand on either side and watch me work.  I pull out and make the pig clean my cock.  Then I clean up his hole and spit the juices into his mouth.

“I need to come,” says one of the watchers.  I move and he fires his load almost instantly into the cummy ass.  I churn it deeper, saying so to the pig.

I go fuck someone else, before coming back to the hairy sling pig.  “How many now, boy?”

“Nine, Sir.”

I tongue his ass and this time drool the cum into his mouth.  I forget he’s blindfolded and have to touch his chin so he’ll open wide.  He moans as the cum drips into his mouth.

“I’m gonna make it ten,” I tell him.

I go down and eat him once more.  I can feel the hours of fucking churning through my balls.  I rise up and slide into the deliciously sloppy hole.  I fuck him hard.  And I’m there.  I fire into him the pent up juices of the mass fucking.  He takes it with a victory cry and I collapse on his hairy chest.

The Mare in the sling has to have taken the most loads.  He is led away, cum dripping down his legs.  The room is almost clear.  There are maybe a half a dozen stallions still fucking.  I notice a man leaning against a waist high stand.  The arch of the butt and all the now matted hair tells me it is the man with who I started.  I walk over to him and stroke his ass.  I kneel and he feels my tongue in him yet again.

“Can you taste my loads?” 

I grunt an affirmative.  My tongue snakes deeper.  And damn, my cock wants to fuck again.  I stand up and slide into him.  I fuck in his slippery ass.  One stroke, four strokes. Eight.  And I shoot again.  I can’t believe it.  But a lovely way to round out my first Horse Market…

The origianl, with links to their site, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: My First Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 29.2022