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AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “party” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 3 - FRIDAY MORNING FOG The bulk of the guests had departed as Kieran, Adam and I helped Jimmy clean up, while Lou and Vice put the office back in order, downloading a few things onto a USB drive. We all took a quick rinse in the playroom shower – except Vice who Jimmy let use the upstairs shower so as not to be too “uncomfortable” in the locker room style shower with the rest of us. So as we walked out into the early grey morning as I mentioned at the end of Part 2, there was some “what do you want to do?” type stuff going on. Adam was going to Manny’s so they could continue to wreck each other’s holes for a few hours, until the high wore down and they each needed to get ready for their shifts later. Actually, Manny had let me know I’d be welcome to be their third before he left the party, and Adam had agreed. But despite how hot these two pigs were – and the fun I’d had with each in the past – I also knew it would be a session focusing on getting those two ravenous holes full of as much of ANYTHING as we could, and I’d be serving more as a facilitator than an equal participant in that triangle. Wasn’t really what I wanted at the moment, and I also felt responsible for getting my Fratboy home to his hubby at our Guest House. So Adam wished us all a fun day and took off into the fog towards Bradford Street. Meanwhile, Lou had been distracted by several messages he got on his phone since the party wound down, and he looked up after listening to his last message. “Gotta handle a little down chain distribution issue, need to head up cape for a few hours,” he said. “Alone” Vice looked a bit taken back as Lou threw an arm around my shoulder and addressed me. “So, J-man, no worries, I’ll be back by mid-afternoon, text you, and I’ll stop by your room around 4pm,” he said to me, chuckling. ”Yeah back at T-Time.” “I’m not coming with?” asked Vice. Lou shook his head and said, “definitely not, can’t have you in on this one”. “Fuck. I understand yo, but where do I hang meantime? Can I have the keys to your crib and crash there ‘till you come back?” Lou shrugged and said “Vice my man, you KNOW nobody is allowed in there if I ain’t there too. I trust you boy, but I just can’t do that… can’t go to your Aunt’s house? Ain’t your uncle just headed to the boat around now?” Vice snorted and muttered “fuck that, no…” Just then it began to drizzle. Lou looked over at me, “so J-daddy, you think you could let my man here crash in your room until I get back? I’ll make it worth your while…” he said, as he waved a bag at me and winked. “If Vice doesn’t mind that we’re gonna continue the sex games for a while, that’s cool with me.” Vice shrugged and nodded yes. Lou grabbed my neck and laid a wet one on me whispering in my ear “thanks – now keep working on his barriers” as he slipped the baggie into my pouch. Lou took off into the drizzle and gloom also towards Bradford and the final three of us started a brisk walk and turned onto Commercial Street. I gave Kieran and Vice a better introduction. Kieran asked why Vice had stayed in the office all evening. “Vice generally doesn’t work our side of the street and the rules were everyone had to flip – even if he was cool getting blown or something, he certainly wouldn’t be bottoming.” Vice was blushing, but nodded then admitted sheepishly “My bitch is outatown, and Lou had me party a bit with him and Jimmy and J here – did some wickie freaky shit I thought I’d never do, but getting my ass reamed or my face fucked was just too much, you know?” Kieran nodded “Makes sense, I guess – well, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but if you feel like repeating what you DID like before with us now, I’d be down with that.” Vice pursed his lips and nodded his head in the affirmative. “Besides,” I put in with a smirk, “listening to all that sex noise for the past 4 hours you must need to blow a major load or two.” Vice chuckled and replied “man, you don’t know the half of it.” Conversation shifted and Kieran and Vice bonded over hockey, both having played through high school and both being huge fans of the Bruins, and switching to baseball to include me, not without a lot of ribbing about being a Yankee fan surrounded by Red Sox territory. We were bit of a strange trio as we walked – not that Provincetown isn’t quite used to seeing Leather Men returning home at 6am – just not usually accompanied by a guy in basketball shorts, socks and slides, and a white B.U. hoodie over it (loaned to him by Jimmy). Vice had his ball cap on under the hood, and pulled the hood down as far as it could go and still let him see as he periodically looked around us from side to side. “Fuck, I knew this could happen…” he cursed under his breath as he pulled us into the alley by the Lobster Pot. “Let me know when those two guys with the green jackets are gone… fuck, fuck, figures…” I stepped back towards Commercial Street and leaned against the side of the Pot, pretending to be fiddling with my phone. They were obviously local fishermen, one older one young, who took no notice of me as they continued down Standish to the fishing pier. After they were well past, I slipped back and said they were gone. “Jeez that was close,” Vice muttered. “Looked like fishermen… friends of yours?” I asked, all innocence. “Not friends, family… my frickin’ bastid of a uncle and my bass ackward cuz.” Peeking around the corner again, I added “who you’d really rather didn’t see you out at dawn with two tricked out leather fags, I suppose?” “Don’t be like that man, turns out you guys are really chill, but they’d never get it – I’d never hear the end of the shit they’d give me for that – totally nothing against you, ya know?” Both Kieran and I nodded and smiled as he continued “see, ‘at’s why I couldn’t hang there – showing up as they were headin’ to work, them knowin’ I’d been out all night and obviously a bit fucked up? Hell, they’d make up shit to accuse me of… and my Aunt would just sit there clicking her tongue at me, shaking her head, while she burns through a half-a-pack of unfiltered Camels…” The kid sure had a way with words – couldn’t wait to write some of this stuff down! “Let’s get a move on then,” I said. The chatter on the last few minutes of our damp walk shifted back to sex and some of the wilder stuff Vice had seen us doing on the computer monitor and times when the door was opened for a while. Fisting, for example was just overwhelming to him, astonished it was even possible, let alone fun. Still, Kieran and I traded a silent smirk at the tent in those basketball shorts. We finally reached The Ranch and Vice let out a laugh and shook his head, “never thought I’d see the inside of THIS place…” as I keyed open the outer door and we crept in quietly. Heading to the stairs I sent the two of them ahead of me and stuck my head into the tiny office where one of the house boys yawned while watching a vid without sound. “Could you drop some extra towels up to room 21, Karl?” I said to the German ex-pat, “we need to dry off some leather, and there won’t be any left for showers otherwise.” He nodded an affirmative as I moved quickly up the stairs to catch up, letting the guys into my room, where Vice let out a sigh and pulled the damp hoodie off. “Let’s keep the mood going,” I said as I pulled my water bong and torch from the inside of the nightstand drawer, adding some crystals from the most recent baggie from Lou. Melting the crystals carefully, I let the pool recrystallize while the three of us started removing our wet items and laying them out on the towels already in my room. Sparking the torch again, I took a huge rip and indicated to the guys I was ready to shotgun – and amazingly, Vice got there first! I passed the flame and glassware to them and booted up my laptop setting it on top of the dresser facing the bed and put on a porn dvd (extreme low volume) that was a compilation a friend had made up and given me for just such an occasion. A mix of gay bareback scenes, a few amateur partying vids, and a few clips that started out with bi scenes and a T-girl scene or two which hopefully would be enough of a turn on for Vice without turning me or Frat Boy off. He and Kieran were almost naked sitting side by side on the edge of the bed passing the bong back and forth and shot-gunning, though not really making out, not yet at least. I took the bong back for a hit and returned it to Vice as I brought out a couple of types of lube and maximum impact and a cloth, plus a roll of paper towels. Indicating the bedside drawer, I said “pipes, more T, vitamin V, a bit of G are ready in the drawer, “accessories” in the open suitcase…” I indicated the roller case laid flat and open on the floor of the closet displaying toys, cockrings, and more leather. “And the cooler has Gatorade, yogurt and some fruit… hydrate bois!” I had nothing left on me except chaps and so bending to pull out a large bottle to start us off, I gave the boys a full view of my muscle butt framed in black leather. “Fuckin’A, there’s that hawt friggin hole again,” growled our captive straight boy as I continued pulling out a few refreshments replying “I guarantee you’ll like Kieran’s butt as much if not better than mine – and he’s a lot younger too.” “Doubt it man, but hafta’ test it out…” Just then we heard wind and heavy drumming on the window. “Holy cow we got back just in time,” I said looking out the window at what was now a howling downpour. “Supposed to last all day and tonight,” Kieran said then smacked his lips. I turned with a smirk to see Kieran on his knees swallowing Vice’s uncut linguica as the tradie stud sucked down some more clouds. Kiernan switched back and forth from my cock to Vice’s as I sucked in a huge hit and leaned over to shotgun. That was the moment there was a quick tap and a voice saying “towels” as the door opened a crack and Karl slipped inside. “oh, yes… that’s a sight,” he whispered as he made sure the door was closed behind him. Putting the towels down, he surreptitiously ran his thumb along the bulge in his running shorts while eyeing us and the pipe with hunger. “Please, if I may, I’ve been alone on shift all night – would you allow me to partake?” Wondering where he learned his very formal style of English, I passed him the bong, and held the torch for him as he took several good long draws. As he slowly blew out his third cloud, he looked around at us with a guilty looking smile. “I waited an extra few minutes hoping to find you like this… forgive me, but you are all very hot. My shift ends at 7am and I am free until the afternoon. Feel no obligation but would you be interested in one more?” The three of us suddenly looked like buyers at a BMW lot as we scoped him out – I couldn’t have said it then (since the movie hadn’t been made yet) but he kind of looked like a compact version of Kristof from “Frozen”. In his string top and shorts he was chesty, with nice arms, killer “soccer” legs and butt, tip of a fat uncut dick peeking out from the shorts. Ice blue eyes, buzz cut, smooth and vascular with the whitest white skin ever. Hell, worked for me. “I’m up for it,” I said, “but I have to see if my guests agree. “Totally,” that was Kieran, who looked up from his cock work at Vice who just chuckled and said “why the hell not?” I looked back at Karl and smiled, “Unanimous, come back when you’re done… oh, you know us, but this is Vice – now Kieran and I are both verse but he’s our straight pal, just having some fun with us today, so he’s top only and the only thing that goes near his ass is tongue. Period. That cool?” Karl nodded yes, “That is hot,” he said looking at the local stud “I hope you will fuck me.” As he took another long draw from the waterpipe, I held up a crystal and lube saying “booty bump for the road?” Karl bent showing his magnificent ass, and applying lube with my pinky, I then slipped the shard in, “might burn for a minute or two, but that fades quickly… see you in 15 minutes or so.” Karl said “20 minutes – I am cleaned out but want quick touch up shower.” He slipped out the door with a wink. “Dang you guys are a panic – is it this easy all the time for you guys?” “Yes,” I said exactly at the same time as Kieran was saying “No.” Laughing, I mumbled “well I’m older and I have absolutely NO shame.” “Ya know before we get started, I need to run back to the room, drop my stuff and leave a note for my man in case he wakes early… otherwise you got me until 9:30 or so.” Pulling on the jock he left in my room last night, he bundled up his sneakers, shirt and shorts and cracked the door. “Back in a flash!” “He can go out there like that?” Vice asked as I was loading more into the bowl of the pipe. “No problem, the place is clothing optional on the upper floors. By the way, just so you know for later the bathroom and showers are right next door to this room so you can slip right over there wearing as little or as much as you like.” The kid just laughed shaking his head, indicating ‘mind blown’ with his hands as I melted the crystal for us. “I’m so glad you showered at Jimmy’s” I told him as I held the torch and bong while he drew. He raised an eyebrow at me saying “Oh?” on his exhale. “Yeah,” I replied “so I could go back to where we were before.” Taking a long pull, I handed him the stuff while holding the hit, got behind him, having him lean and spread his legs some, then dropped to my knees got my face in his crack and breathed that cloud into his hole. I followed it with my tongue, and both of us moaned. “Why ya’ think I took the shower?” he laughed. “Was hoping to get more of this.” It was as good or better than the afternoon since we were both ramped up. Kieran slipped back through the door, “nice, keep doing what you’re doing.” He dropped a bag with his key, poppers, rubber cock rings and stuff on the dresser and picked up the pipe and torch. He turned Vice at an angle from where he had been leaning on the dresser and dropped to his knees in front of that uncut cock, while I was still behind chowing on that hairy hole. Sparking the torch, Kieran said “Charlie’s still totally out, left him a note, and yeah, supposed to storm all day and well past midnight…” I heard the water in the bong bubbling, and pulled out to say “meaning it’s a day and night to have fun indoors, what will we do?” Snickering, Kieran passed the pipe holding his hit and fondling that meaty cock, I drew my own hit, and winking K and I simultaneously clouded Vice’s cock and hole. “Awww…” was all we heard for a while, then “died and gone to heaven.” We spent a few minutes oral double teaming the stunned stud, until I needed to stretch my neck. Sitting back on my haunches, I looked at them “time for you to start you ass comparison, man.” I directed Kieran to his knees on side of the bed, and told him to show his hole. “Get his cock hard and wet, while I get your hole ready.” Vice knelt on the other side of the bed getting his cock sucked while I stayed on the floor rimming Kieran’s hot hole… after the fucking we’d all had during the party, he really didn’t need much prep, but hell, I wanted some rim time before Vice slipped in. Finally, I barked “Batter up!” Chuckles as Vice got off the bed and I heard the Max Impact spray from the direction of Kieran’s head. His hand slipped the can and cloth in my direction, and I took a whiff myself as I watched those hairy satyr legs step up to that frat hole, and the whisper “slide me in?” With a quick lick to the hood and head, I maneuvered that straight boy cock into that beautiful jock hole. Admiring for a few moments the two sets of balls swinging against each other, I tongued the junction of dick and hole for a minute, then slipped away once they’d adjusted to the position and Vice began to fuck in earnest. Damn it looked hot. Standing, I just watched for a minute, as they got into a rhythm and both began to mutter and moan. “Dude, up here, my mouth is lonely.” Getting up on the bed, I knelt in front of Kieran and he swallowed me whole. That boy sure knew how to suck! We got into a nice groove and I was pleasantly surprised when Vice reached up with one hand and tweaked one of my nips! “Am I doin it right?” he smirked at me. “Damn dude,” I replied, “yes, yes you are. Thank you.” “’S only polite,” he breathed. “Yeah, suck that man’s tool, dude – hot boi takin it from both ends.” Kieran’s eyes widened and looked up at me as he sucked, showing his surprise at how far this straight guy was getting into it. “Fuckin’ yeah, can’t choose which hole is better, gotta test it more.” He started to really pound for a minute, then altered his style by twisting his hips on each downstroke. Kieran looked like a happy fulfilled pig. We were in this configuration when Karl tapped and slipped into the room. “Mmm… latch the door?” said Kieran pulling off my cock for a second. “You guys keep at it and I’ll start welcoming our new guest,” I said, getting off the bed.

Chicago—February, 2020 The last day of February I returned to Chicago to see Zane, the scent pig, again. There was to be a huge sex party at his place hosted by his house mates. Being a polite pig, I took the fuck bench and rimseat as Zane told me they had more than enough slings. And indeed they did. The entire house was converted to play areas. We set up the fuck bench in the basement where there were two slings and a huge bed. The rimseat was put in the biggest bedroom. I helped put protective covers on the furniture in the main living area. Zane and I made up the bed we’d shared on my first trip—and that I would sleep on that night—after dozens of men had fucked on it. I ate a little, stripped to my jock and boots before going up to the attic room where I had played with Zane earlier in the month. I stretched out on the bed and closed my eyes while the hosts cleaned up and out. I may have truly fallen asleep, for the next thing I was aware of was feeling Zane nuzzle the mound of cock in my grungy Fukdto jock… He stops, and looks up at me as I open my eyes. Zane, still in jeans and a tee, grins and goes back to licking the piss and cum stained fabric. Now I can begin to smell it—as he reactivates the dried juices. He slides up and over me to deliver a kiss—the acrid taste of myself and countless others on his tongue. “I thought I might find you up here,” he whispers in my ear. I hear noises downstairs. Guests must be arriving. Zane kisses me again and goes back down to suck my cock. “You know,” I tell him, “we should be doing this in public downstairs.” “Yup—let’s go make them hard.” I follow him down to the kitchen. Men are everywhere. I’m likely the oldest of the group. And the only one all but naked. Everyone is having a cocktail, fully dressed. Zane leads me into the kitchen and kneels by the stove. Everyone has to pass us to get to the bar—and get an eyeful of my engorged dick now in Zane’s mouth. A number of the men chuckle or give me a thumbs up as they pass. Two different men stop and ask to take a turn—so Zane comes up to kiss me or lick my pits as the new guy works on my dick. A cute blond of maybe 30 is the first to strip down. He is the third guest on my dick. This time Zane indicates he needs to help out at the bar—so I am left with the blond. Eventually he comes up for air. “Please tell me you fuck?” I nod. We agree to go down to the basement play area. It’s cold—the heat is just beginning to take the edge off the temperature down there. He kneels by the huge bed and continues to get my cock wet. I tell him to kneel on the bed. He does—and I devour his downy haired ass. He groans and tells me to “get his pig hole wet.” I surprise him with the vigor of my tongue fucking. Other men come down the stairs. Both slings are now being used. I stand up and slap my drooling dick slit down his crack. It’s work to get into him, but I do. I fuck—but in moments the boy apologizes and tells me he is just not ready for a cock my size. “Please find me later.” I leave him sprawled on the bed, ass up and ready for someone smaller. I go upstairs. Everyone is now naked or in fetish gear. I refill my water bottle and head all the way up. The bed I was napping on is now a seething mass of mostly naked bodies. Men are fucking, sucking and rimming. The sling up here is full too, and ringed with men jerking to the action. There have to be at least 50 men in this house—and maybe more. I join the dog pile on the bed by sticking my cock in a bear’s mouth as a hot youngster is fucking him. The top nods to me saying, “Feed him that cock—and then come fuck him.” We flip around. I am thrilled the bottom loves ass to mouth. I fuck—and then feed him his ass juices on my dick. I come around to fuck once more. “Stick it up me this time,” mumbles the top—so I do. I stand and let him fuck the bear and himself on me. I go down a floor and eat freshly fucked ass on the guest room bed. There is a bottom on each of the four sides…all in doggy. One top is rotating through them all. I follow by first eating out the man he just fucked and giving him a few strokes with my cock, too. I love that the first man we both fucked is now so hard he is making the rounds with us, fucking the other bottoms… * An hour later, I find Zane on my fuck bench. A beefy bear is plowing him. I go over and feed him my cock, the dick that has been in so many asses I’ve lost count. He slurps me noisily and gladly. I notice the top working his own mammoth nipples. I lean over and take one in my mouth. I lightly chew on his distended flesh. And it works. He loads Zane with much puffing and a strangled cry at the back of his throat. I move around and clean his cock—saving all the juices to share with Zane. The bear stands and watches us kiss and swap the cum and ass juice back and forth. He is stroking his still hard cock as I move to felch some of his load out of Zane. I share this feast with Zane, too. I stand up to fuck. The top watches me, cock in hand, sink into Zane’s sloppy hole. I begin churning the remains of his load. “I’m gonna shoot again!” I pull out and he sticks his cock into Zane just before it goes off. Again I clean him and share, felch and share and fuck. This time Zane cleans the creamy cum off my dick and kisses the top so he can taste his own cum. “You like to eat ass?” he asks me. I nod. “Do mine.” I agree, but tell him I would rather use my rimseat. Zane smiles—and gets back on the bench as another man comes over to use him. The Bear and I go upstairs. I am the first of this crowd to get under my rimseat. The top who just gave Zane two loads sits. His ass is hairy and huge and blacks out my vision. I push and prod my way into his tight hole. I hear him crack open some poppers. He huffs—and his hole flowers open. I lick and spit and prod him with my tongue. His cock is still hard. (Bless Trimix!) He strokes it. Soon he has a cock in his mouth as I rim his butt. And someone else’s mouth is on my wet cock The man on my cock stops sucking and sits on it. He rides me expertly. The top stands to feed the guy his dick. And I see it is the Blond from the start of the evening who is straddling me. With two dicks in him, he suddenly blasts a jet of cum all over my stomach. Reluctantly he gets off me, thanking me for a great ride. I taste his load. “Use that to fuck me.” It’s the top who I was just eating out speaking. I coat my cock with jizz and stand up. He leans against the bureau. Between my tongue, the poppers and the cum on my dick, I slide right into what was twenty minutes ago a super tight hole. He can’t take me for long, but I fuck at full strength. “I’m gonna shoot…” I pull out and kneel. He turns and coats my face and chest with his third load… * I fuck. I rim. I don’t suck much cock, except to clean it. I even have a lovely fisting moment late in the evening with a man I’ve known for years. It’s after midnight now—and we started at 8pm. Zane and I are working the sling in the upper area. Men are here, looking for a hole to get off in and go home. I constantly stop fucking and rimmng Zane to let some guy use him to drop his last load of the night. Zane’s hole is incredibly creamy now. Three friends find each other on the stairs—and see what I’m doing with Zane. Cocks come out. One after the other the three men stick their bigger than average black cocks in Zane and nut. They all watch each other cream—and me begin to eat their loads. “Look at that fucker go…” One of them presses on the back of my head, pushing my face into the creampied hole. He holds me there as I lick and swallow. I couldn’t pull away…if I’d wanted to. They leave. I stand up. My cock is throbbing. We both know it’s time. I sink into his over flowing hole. I lean down and drizzle some of their cum into his open mouth. I bend closer. “How many?” I whisper into his ear. “How many loads tonight?” He shrugs. “Twelve…?? Fifteen…??” I smile and fuck him harder. His eyes lock on mine. “But I haven’t gotten the one I want…” It’s my cue. I begin to shoot up his sperm drenched hole… Follow the link to see the original post and the reactions: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/05/blog-post.html