Cleveland—April, 2023

It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend.  But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long.  With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away.  I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home.  Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. 

If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “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.”

We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.)  I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench.  I got there early to see if he needed them.  He didn’t.  Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded.  At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other.  I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck.  I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend.  I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder.  We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings.

The Stallions chatted and joked together.  I met two men I knew from Chicago.  I filled up my water bottle.  As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules.  He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions.  And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare.

We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored.  We just fit.  It looked to me like there about 35 of us.  Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place.  We laughed together—nerves were showing.  Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. 

The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace…

Naked, hooded men are everywhere.  I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side.  I find a full, hairy ass.  I touch the man’s butt as I kneel.  I tongue his ass crack making him moan.  Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck.  I grease myself as I eat him out.  His hole has loosened under my tonguing.  I stand and slide into him.  He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me.  “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.”

I turn and grin at him.  It’s nice to actually see someone’s face.  We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other.

“You should try mine.  Let’s switch.”  He pulls out—so do I.  I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event.  The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit.  Is he really so close already?  He pulls out and takes a break.

I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more…

*

I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings.  Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt.  I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight.  No one has touched him yet.  I go over to him.  I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees.  My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks.

“Fuck, get we wet and ready…”

I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. 

I stand and fuck him.  He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. 

I fuck and fuck.  Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt.

“Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug…

*

And so it goes. 

I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck.

I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare.  I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass.  Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal.  But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room.

I find a diminutive Asian in a sling.  He’s been busy.  We are about an hour into the event.  His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night.  It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once.  His small frame is muscled and sleek.  He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him.  I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him.  He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock.  A Black man comes to watch me fuck.  We nod to each other.  He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock.

“You should fuck this guy,” I tell him.

“Oh, I have.  You’re fucking in my load.”

I grin.  And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk.  I fuck some more, and then he spells me.  The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing.

“You should open some holes for me,” says the top.

I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so.  A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch.  We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench.  And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table.  The mares all love our pairing.

A young man of color is on a fuck bench.  I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first.  It’s too much for his hole.  The young man taps out, leaving with a handler.  I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways…

*

I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by.  I go back to him and eat some of the load.  I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum.  He does.  I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his.  I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening.  For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten…

*

Another sling, another man getting a load.  He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass.  I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot.  My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek.  He blindly turns and licks at my cock.  “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head.

The guy in his asscunt moves away.  I kneel and get another mouthful of cum.  I stand and feed it to the cub.  He groans his approval.  I slide in and churn.  His ass is great—even without the load.  Another man who can really use it well.  I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session…

*

I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass.

I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room.  I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. 

I am ready to load.

I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone.  I look for the Cub.  He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench.  Well, damn.

I find the man bent over on the table.  He’d be perfect.  We fuck for a long time.  I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge.  But I’m trying too hard.  I thank him and wander.

There is a man I have fucked repeatedly.  A big hairy bear on all fours.  He’s been very busy.  I watch him get used by two men back to back.  I jerk a little as they fuck him.  I’m up him next.  He’s super wet.  So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

“So, you’re back,” he grunts.  (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.)

I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in.  In moments, I feel the build.  My balls tighten and I shoot.  I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm.  I stay there a bit and finally pull out.  I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off.

I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck.  He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock.  I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock?  His red hooded head nods yes.  I let him clean me up.  I’m not going down.  I am actually still damn hard.  He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men.

“Stick it up my ass, man, please…”

I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Horse Market at CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)    May 11, 2023