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Chicago—April, 2022 After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party... My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock. I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on. I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat. I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock. I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me. In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick. I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up. I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier. Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders. “Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me. “Eat my load out of him.” He helps the young man sit. There is jizz leaking all over his crack. I lick him clean and dig in. I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time. I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily. The guy is squirming above me. The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts. CB laughs and helps me up. My legs feel oddly unsteady. “Kiss me, fucker.” He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard. He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. We break. He swats my ass with “Out of here. Happy hunting!” and is gone. I go downstairs. I need to eat. I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works. Zane is at the bar. I tell him what just happened. “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile. He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor. It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here. I get in the sling. Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others. Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. Hour Four When Zane has licked his fill, we change over. I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more. We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other. A man stops by. “I need to get out of here. Can I drop a load?” I step to the side. The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane. In no time he has given us a load to play in. I eat a little. I snowball some of it. I fuck in the rest. I watch Zane’s face. He gets out of the sling. “What’s up?” “I think I have had the dick my ass can take.” “Really?” “I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.” He kisses me. “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.” I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door. I go downstairs. Men are getting dressed and leaving. I continue on down to the basement. It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here. All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up. Or the two slings. And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home. I find the nearest vacant ass: a bear in his 30’s. He has load dripping from him. I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole. I fuck—expecting to cum. But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede. I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago. He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads. When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass. Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot. But no. I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him. But I can’t shoot. So I stop trying and just fuck. I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs. I lick in up and drool it on my dick. I move to the bed, again. I fuck any man who wants me. Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. And then I find the one. He’s on his back. A remarkably hairy otter. A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent. I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth. I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him. He does poppers as I felch. “Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans. I stand up and shrug. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could. I slide into the slippery, cummy ass. And yes. I’m there. I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 8, 2022

My Playroom—April, 2022 As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number. The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting. Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted. He was excited by that. So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house. He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area. He’d play in the morning with his nieces and nephews—and play with me before he went home. He let me know his progress as he hit the road to my house. I set up the playroom, making sure towels were under the bench and sling, and I took the pitcher of water downstairs. Cruz arrived right when he’d estimated he’d get here. He took some time in the shower to make sure the playground was clean. He emerged shiny from the steam, with all that wonderful body hair still slightly damp… I sit on the bed in the playroom and watch him step out of his jock. Cruz is under 30, Latin and somewhere between 5’8” and 5’11”. He is drop dead handsome with a full, dark brown beard. Hair is everywhere on him—hairy chest, hairy legs and the hairiest ass I have had in years. He kneels on the floor between my legs. I love his expectant grin as his gaze goes from my mounded cock bulge up to my face and back again. He burrows into the overstretched fabric with a sigh. The jock pouch is now stretched obscenely. My cock has to come out—and it goes deep into Cruz’s throat. He groans, sucks me down and then pulls off it. “You are bigger than I remember.” Before I can reply, he is giving me the same expert head he had demonstrated in front of the others. He remembers to tongue my balls without any prompting. He even tips me back a little on the bed, to lick my perineum. “I have to taste your ass,” I tell him. I point to the bench. He climbs up and settles in. His eyes are riveted on the mirror in front of him. I stand behind him, at full erection, my cock swaying. I go to my knees and pull his young cheeks apart. My tongue parts the hair and finds his pucker. I tongue prod him—and he opens easily. He is so hot for cock. I lick and spit—leaving trails of saliva on the strands of hair, only to mop them back up with my tongue. Pic ass shot I grease myself up as I rim. I want him. Now. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass cheek. His head comes up so he can watch in the mirror. I run my cock up and down his entire ass crack, leaving the hair glistening with lube and precum. I find his hole—and enter. Cruz grunts and takes me with ease. I give him a moment before I begin to fuck. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I step up the pace. His face contorts. His eyes close. He moans out the pleasure he is feeling. I finally stop. “Do you like the taste of your ass?” I ask, hoping he loves ATM as much as I do. He nods—and I step around for him to clean my cock of his ass jizz. “Leave it good and wet, I’m going back up your butt.” Cruz whimpers. Music to my ears. I pull out of his mouth and push back between the matted hair of his ass…. Pic cock in him. * We’ve switched to the sling. He loves how comfortable is it is over others he’s been in. I can’t keep my tongue out of his butt. I want to ask if he’s ever done any piss—but I don’t want stop rimming. Finally I decide just to piss his ass crack and see what he says. I stand up and let fly—all my hot juices hosing him down. “Fuck!!” he mumbles as he squirms. “So hot…” Yes! I go back to my knees and clean him up. My cock is aching. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Chain rattling hard. When I finally stop, he murmurs “Let me taste all that.” I bring him my cock, flavored with my pale piss and his ass. He cleans me hungrily. For a long time. When I pull out of his mouth, I bend down and we kiss. It’s intense—our tongues roaming freely. I go back and fuck him some more. This time when I stop, I keep my dick buried in him and lean across his chest for a long kiss… * “Have you ever been on a rimseat?” He hasn’t—but is totally game. I put down the exercise mat for me to recline on and position the seat at the end of it. I lie down, flip the seat down and tell him to sit. He stands astride it. I love the view of his wet ass above me. He lowers himself carefully into place. My tongue goes deep into his hole the moment he sits. Cruz gasps. “Deep. Damn!” I tongue fuck him happily. For long minutes with him squirming and sighing. I visualize cum dripping from his ass into my mouth. Fuck, I’d love that. Then I realize I could… I tap his legs for him to stand. I get up, too. “I have a condom in the freezer. It has a load of my cum from a pandemic jerk off night. Could I stick it up your ass and eat it out as it melts?” Cruz loves the idea. I go upstairs to get it. I get him back into the sling for the insertion. It’s a hefty load in the end of the condom. I cut off the knot and insert it with a push of my index finger. It starts to melt instantly in his hot ass—leaving a glistening trail clinging to his ass hairs. I quickly lick that up. I stand up and fuck him. I can feel the melting wad of cum just below my shaft. His hole froths, the more I fuck. I pull out and clean that up. I come around to the side, lean over and drool the cum and ass juices into his mouth. He swallows hungrily and we kiss again. I fuck him once more and repeat the snowballing. Now I want the rest for me. I get him out of the sling and back on the seat. My tongue prods into him. I get a drip of my cum onto my tongue. Again. And one drop more. My mouth seals around his hole and I suck his ass. The rest of my cum and his ass jizz begins a constant flow into my mouth. It’s not huge—not like a piss waterfall—but just enough to make my cock ache. A true mind fuck for both of us. He can hear my pleasure as well as feel the cum drip into me. He is groaning now as much as I am. And it’s time to shoot. I don’t want to waste it. Cruz is back in the sling in an instant. I bury my face one last time in his deliciously slimy ass crack and spit it into my hand to coat my cock. I enter him. Hard and fast. He grabs his cock and massages it. I fuck like a man possessed. In moments I can feel my balls letting it go. I shoot—spurt after spurt into his hairy ass… The original is here, and it's worth following the link to see a picture of his ass: From My Side of the Sling: Cruz Takes My Cock and Cum...and a little piss... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 3, 2022