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Chicago—August, 2021 Sometime in July, I received a text from my fuck buddy Zane to make sure I reserved a specific Saturday in the middle of August. The young scent pig and his two roommates were throwing another house party—the first since lockdown. I had loved the one I had attended in the past (related here) and promised to be there, once again offering my fuck bench and rimseat for use. On the day, I got to Chicago in good time. We set up the bench in the basement where there were two slings, a huge bed in the middle of the room and a couch for play. The main floor was food and drink—though the couches there, I remembered, were often pressed into service. There were two bedrooms on the next floor. I put the rimseat in the master bedroom and my overnight bag in the smaller bedroom where I would stay the night after the men were done having sex on the bed. There was also a third floor with a bed, a chair and one more sling. I helped with the ice and covering the furniture with drop cloths and the bed with older sheets. Eventually I went to nap while the three hosts continued to putter about and took turns cleaning themselves up. Zane found me in my leather mask on and ear plugs in place. He woke me by licking my pits…and kissing me. He couldn’t stop to play—but went down to greet the guests as I stripped down to my jock and put my boots back on… I go downstairs. Men, in the entryway are stripping to underwear or jocks—and a few are going full naked with just socks. In the kitchen area, men in fetish gear or the latest assless underwear are pouring drinks and catching up with each other. The age range is vast—28 to 72 I’m later told. And everyone is mingling, feeling each other up and laughing. I find Zane setting out food. He pauses and goes to the floor to suck my dick. He loves that all the men in the dining area are watching us, even as they keep up the chit-chat. He does nothing more than get me fully hard. “There,” he says, standing up and whispering in my ear. “That should show them what you got.” I kiss him, take a bottle of water and head upstairs. There are three people on the bed where I napped. A skinny, young white man is being fucked by an equally young Black man. The white kid’s face is under the ball sack of a middle aged white guy who is holding the kid’s legs in the air. I watch and stroke. The Black guy rolls the skinny guy over so he is on all fours—and the bottom can suck the older man. The older guy reaches over and strokes my cock for me. The top is delivering a hard fuck. The bottom eventually taps out and heads for the door, followed by the older guy. The Black kid goes to his knees and begins sucking my cock. “Fuck,” he says, under his breath. He pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He gets on all fours—right where the other guy had been. I go to my knees and push my face into his round ass. He groans as I lube up his hole. Even my tongue can tell this guy is tight. I try to leave extra spit in his pucker as I squirt extra lube on my cock. I stand. I start to push in. I’m not going anywhere. Again. My big helmet head pops in. The guy groans into the mattress. I inch forward. He moans again. I press into him, maybe another inch. His head snaps up as he arches his back. “Fuck it!” And he impales himself to the base of my dick. He howls—but in pure pleasure. All bets are off. I fuck him just as hard as I saw him plow the skinny guy. After five minutes or so he flattens to the mattress, pulling off of me. He spins around and cleans my dick before he says: “I’d love more—but you’d make me cum.” I agree—it’s the first few moments of a very long night, after all… * I find Zane in the basement, sucking a beer can thick cock on a hot daddy. He waves me over—and begins to suck both of us together—just about getting the two big heads in his mouth. Then he’s up on the fuck bench. Beer Can is in his mouth—I am eating his ass. He’s had someone there—I can tell. I lick and spit. Then stand and fuck—driving him slightly forward—and making him take more of Beer Can’s dick into his mouth. The daddies switch. Zane loves the taste of his ass on my cock. Beer Can loves that I have opened his hole for him—and says so. He fucks into the significantly younger man harder and harder. He suddenly howls out a surprise orgasm. He marinates for a second in Zane, then lets Zane clean his dick as I felch his load. And fuck in it. * Keshawn, my bud from Indy arrives—he of the huge cock and fuckable ass. We share a number of men in the Master bedroom. Sometimes we take turns on them. Other times, I fuck him as he is inside whoever takes his fancy. A lithe man I know from the fisting club in Chicago wanders in. He climbs on the bed and gets on all fours next to us—just as I am pulling out of Keshawn. I go right up him. Keshawn scrambles up to his head and feeds the guy his ass flavored dick. My bud slurps loudly on it, telling the room how good it tastes. Keshawn and I spend a very long time rotating on this guy. We take turns on him doggy. We flip him on his back. He rides Keshawn as I stand on the mattress and feed him my dick. We both love his control—how he can squeeze his ass down on our dicks at any given moment. And just as fast, other men have arrived and our dicks are being used by others…. * A young man, less than 30 and rather bookish looking, is standing to the side of the dog pile of bodies on the Master bed. He sees my yellow jock as I get up and tells me Zane has sent him to find me. He tells me sheepishly he has a load in his ass—and he wants to share it. I take him to the rimseat. He hesitates—but the moment he sits and feels my tongue start rooting around his puffy asslips, he is in heaven. I am rewarded with the steady drip of some unknown man’s cum into my mouth… * Much later. I am on the third floor and sitting in the chair so I can watch the action on the bed to one side and the fucking in the sling on the other. A Latino comes up the stairs. At first I think he’s quite young…but decide later that he is just well preserved. He acts as though we are the only two people in the room. He starts way down my legs and licks his way up to my cock that is resting in the jock pouch. But not for long. He gets the pouch wet—sucking all the precum and other men’s ass juices out of it. He gives my cock an exquisite tongue bath. And my balls. Each. Separately. And then to my favorite spot—between my balls and my cock ring. He only stops when he realizes he won’t get me to cum. Zane arrives. The sling is now empty. He has some loads for me to felch and play in. I eat and fuck in his cummy goodness. “I want to eat your ass,” he tells me. “Let me?” We change places in the sling. He is all over me. Licking my armpits and then to my mouth. Nipples. Fingertips. All feel his tongue. Then he zeros in on my tight hole. He grunts and slobbers. He comes to kiss me a couple of times, knowing I like the taste of my ass. One guy, seeing me in the sling, lubes up to fuck me. Instead of saying no, Zane simply slides his own butt down on the guy. This so surprises the man—he fucks a load into Zane’s hairy ass. It is that time—guys are dropping loads and leaving. I get Zane back into the sling and start working him over. Every time a man comes up the stairs, I make room for him. Sometimes it’s just a fuck of Zane. But more often than not, the guy thanks one of his hosts by giving him a load he’s been saving all evening. After four or five of these, my cock is just awash in the mixed cum. I felch. I snow ball. Another guy unloads in him as we kiss. He leaves—and the room is finally empty. I go back and clean up his hole—pushing stray strands of cum into him. I stand up. I fuck. His hole is a mass of jizz. It makes a delicious squishing sound with each thrust of my rampant cock. This is it. I can’t hold back. And I don’t want to. I grab the top cross pieces of the sling frame and hang on. I fire off the load I have been working on for four hours. I keep fucking to mix my load with the others. I marinate for a long time in the fucked out hole. Then slowly bring my frothy white cock to his open mouth… The original is here, with a 1000+ other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-house-full-of-horny-men.html

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