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Im a married daddy with 2 daughters. One day I hooked up with a gay guy who introduced me to bareback chemsex . He took my virginity on the first time and shot big load deep inside my virgin asshole. He turned me from a straight top daddy into a submissive bottom pig for his raw cock.

Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where part two left off... The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop… I lick his hole and swallow. It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more. Zane moves and I gasp for air. He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs. I go on a house tour. Upstairs on the third floor, the sling is busy. There is a dog pile of naked men on the bed where I took my nap. I go down a flight. There is no room on the bed in the guest room. I fuck the one bottom who does not currently have a top. Continuing my tour, a fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom. Going down to the main floor, there is lots of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables. I continue down to the darker basement. The place is packed. The two slings are busy, as are the beds and the couch. Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass rutting taking place on the double bed. He feels good, wet and very warm. It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is fucking him now… Hour Three I find myself back in the master bedroom. The fisters have moved to one side to make room for two couples to play. I move closer to see if they need another dick as a young blond boy stops me. “Zane sent me to find the guy in chaps.” “That’s me…” “I have two loads in my ass. Zane told me you’d like to eat them out.” I don’t answer; I just lead him to the rimseat. “Zane gave me one of them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat. He sits, tentatively. “First time on a rimseat? Just relax.” I dig in. The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change. My tongue goes deep into him. He groans—a mix of pleasure and surprise. “No one has ever,” he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.” My cock swells and I re-double my efforts. Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the two loads into my mouth. I clamp my lips around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck. The sperm flow increases. So much, I need to swallow quickly. I don’t get much more, but I keep trying. I hear the poppers open and the kid is now flying. I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds, must be feeding BB his dick. A moment later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me. I always love this moment—the anonymity of who is pleasuring my cock. Whoever it is has pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick. When he has taken all of me, I feel the familiar hairy butt of Zane. I think. I can’t be sure. I am concentrating on the furless butt above, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy. The guy who is feeding Blond Boy moves away. The guy on my dick, (is it Zane? Now I don’t think so…) is riding me faster and faster. Blond Boy groans again as another popper round hits. I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy on my dick? Both men are groaning as the poppers take them to new heights. I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the guy on my dick get my load. At least not yet. “We should switch.” So it is Zane. Blond Boy stands up, a little tentatively. Light streams in making me blink. The guys change over. Zane sits. His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum. I lick up into him repeatedly. He groans just as Blond Boy impales himself. Shit, that kid is tight—even after all my tongue work. He sits all the way down. Poppers happen and he is very vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on. A pair of combat boots is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane. This makes Zane’s hole tighten. I work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose. He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which makes his hole spasm. I get a dollop of cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result. I swallow greedily and keep licking. Blond Boy pulls off my cock. Someone else sits down on me, letting his ass get used to me. After a moment, the new guy starts riding. The boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up. He stands, bent over above me, supporting himself on the dresser behind us. Boots is there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a number of times tonight. He pushes his seven incher into Zane. I watch as Zane takes it—repeatedly. “Let him taste that,” says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane. Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole. I can hear him orally clean up the dick that just fucked him. “Take a hit,” says Combat Boots. Zane complies—and his hole flowers open as the poppers hit. I lick up his ass juices, while he squirms above me. “I gotta get up.” Zane stands, a little shakily. He is supported by the burly Combat Boots. I finally notice the hot Asian riding my cock. I grin at him—and he gets up, too, to stretch his legs. Zane reaches down to lift the seat for me. “Don’t do that,” says Combat Boots. “You lick top ass, too?” Without waiting for a reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat. “Now eat me out, dude…” My only slightly weary tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker… One more installment still to come... The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 7, 2022.

Lansing—March, 2022 This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One. The three of us go off to find our next play area. We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable. (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.) We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area. There is a four foot high gate to the area. I decide to leave it open, so others can join us. Perry strips down and jumps in the sling. I get his feet into the stirrups. The Cub begins working Perry’s nipples as I kneel and eat his well fucked hole. It is wet and ready for more cock. I stand up and give it to him. The sling is just the right height. I am positioned perfectly to slide into his ass. Perry groans as I bottom out deep in his guts. I fuck fast and deep as the Cub twists Perry’s nips. Then, to change it up, I stand still and use my arms to push the sling off my cock and to then let the sling swing back into place on my dick. It creates a terrific long dicking moment as just the tip of my dick is left in him as I push the chains away. Release—and the man and the sling impale themselves on me. Once I start this, I can’t stop. I notice out of the corner of my eye we have a voyeur. Cruz is leaning on the wall and watching us intently. I motion for him to join us, but he stays where he is—his eyes never leaving us. I go back to a regular thrust now. The sound of my hips slapping Perry’s ass fills the room. I stop and motion for the Cub to clean my dick. He does. Eagerly. I step to the side and let him tongue Perry’s dripping hole… * We are back in the first room. Perry is totally stripped and on the fuck bench. I am eating his ass. A man gets up from the chair and feeds Perry his cock. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I love to see both dicks inside him—fucking his willing holes at either end. Cruz comes by—with a hot Daddy. They go around the corner out of sight to play. I offer Perry’s ass to the man in his mouth. He nods, but stays right where he is, enjoying Perry’s throat. When the guy finally leaves, I bring my cock to Perry’s mouth. At that moment, Cruz emerges from the side room. He stops, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue deep into Perry’s ravaged ass. After a few moments, I walk around to Cruz. He knows what I want. He sucks me for a few moments—and then spit it on Perry’s hole. He pushes it as deep into the willing ass as his tongue can go. He does it again. “Fuck him.” He stays, right on his knees—intently watching me fuck Perry hard and fast. And, when I pull out, he cleans my cock with a low whimper of enjoyment… * I have moved us yet again to the slurp ramp area. There are two men loitering behind it, both Black and with their dicks out. I have Perry suck me in the shadows—so that both men can see us. There is a bench, like a church pew, there. I get Perry to lean into it and I fuck, beckoning the nearest man to join us. He stays put and just strokes faster. Cruz appears. Perry pulls off my cock, saying “Fuck him. I want to see you fuck him again.” I look at Cruz. He nods and steps out of his pants. He goes to his knees and sucks me, reveling in the taste of Perry’s ass on my cock. So young and so piggy—the thought makes my cock leak. Cruz swabs it up with his tongue and swallows hungrily. Perry has sat on the bench along with the Cub. I position Cruz so he can suck their cocks as I dive into his furry butt with my tongue. The closest of the two strokers takes a step towards us. I wave him over again—but he ignores me and just fists his own cock. I rear up, spit in my palm and use it to reactivate the lube on my cock. I push in. Cruz pauses for a second in his sucking. His hole relaxes. He sighs and goes back to sucking—my cue to start a slow fuck. I build it slowly. Soon I am pounding into his ass, pushing his whole body onto Perry’s cock. I rail into the hairy ass again and again. It can’t last. The floor is hard and cold. We decide to go to the sling again. We grab our clothes and head there. I get Perry into it again. Cruz goes off in search of other dick. I kneel and rim Perry. The lips of his ass are wonderfully puffy now from all the abuse they’ve taken this afternoon. My cock responds as I suck on them. Finally, I stand up. “It’s time to breed.” “Yes, please…” I smack my wet cock on his freshly rimmed hole. “You want my cum in your ass?” I know it’s rhetorical—I’m voicing it for the guys watching us, leaning on the gate. “Breed me. Fill me up…” I turn to the Cub, who is busy on Perry’s nips. “After all this play it’s gonna be a big load for you to felch.” I push in and begin the final fuck. Every nerve ending in my dick is on fire—willing me to empty my balls. It won’t be long now. I take a hit of poppers—seemingly my new trigger to unload. I shoot a short blast of cum out of my dick. But there is little feeling as I do it. Which means, I have learned, that I can shoot again. I pull out, jerk myself as I kneel and felch my own load. I swallow, loving the taste of my fresh jizz. And it is hot enough to make me want to shoot again. I just make it into Perry before I unload—this time with every nerve ending on high. I fire again and again, vocalizing each discharge. I hold onto the chains for support. I marinate for a moment…and pull out. I make the Cub felch Perry’s hole first. My dick has a moment to lose the super sensitivity, so then he can get all the jizz coating my cock, too… * There is a coda. After we’re dressed, Perry disappears. He comes back, sporting a dirty grin. “I just asked Cruz for his number. I’ll text it to you…” And that is an entry for another day! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2022