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North of Home—August, 2022 I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight. The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy. We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn. This time, they wanted just me. I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week. Tim greeted me at the door. We hugged. He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad. (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.) We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat. They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks. I got down to a cleanish jock and boots…. Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees. He starts sucking tall, thin Brad. Brad’s cock instantly swells in size. I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest. Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit. His mouth engulfs me as I groan. Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick. Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock. I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft. When Tim stands, I move to his dick. Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever. “Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim. He does as he’s told, on all fours, his thick ass waiting for us. I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad. Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned. He fucks Tim hard. I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out. I stand up and take a turn fucking. Just as hard. I love the sound of our flesh slapping together. Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out. I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim. We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy. Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.” This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds. In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it. “Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.” Brad gets under the rimseat. I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time. Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock. I groan out encouragement. In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open. At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick. Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass. Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum. We reposition. I go under the seat. I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me. Eventually they reverse. I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine. He is groaning. There is a pounding on the front door. “Ignore it. They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim. It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing. And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs. He’s remembered the key code to their front door. The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. “I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces. Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare. I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues. The couple had been getting updates from his mother. The news is not inducive to a great fuck. When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs. All three of us rotate on his ass. First on the bed, then in the sling * Tim pulls me aside. “I want you to piss on me.” Another first. We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch. I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack. The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips. I lick it up. The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him. He wants both. He gets on his knees. A splash goes into his mouth. The rest cascades over his chest and cock. He strokes himself furiously as I cover him. The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one. He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs. About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm. Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass. I go over. Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock. He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass. There is a lot of cum in there. I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him. But Hot Tats is done. He goes down to shower. Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. This leaves Brad and I alone. And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here. The rimming. The piss….” I nod. “And now I really want you to fuck me.” I am slightly surprised. And, on the other hand, not at all. In groups he has been all top. Always. He has let my tongue invade him a few times. And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it. He gets up on the bed, on his back. I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out. The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him. I stand up and my head slips in. He hits the poppers. I inch into him. He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck. “You’d relax more in the sling.” He agrees. We move over to it. I eat him out again. I stand and get my cock head into him. I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery. Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him. He looks up in the mirror above him and pants. I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time. Eventually, Brad asks for a time out. At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home. He is up and stripped again in moments. Brad lies on the bed. “Breed my boy while I watch.” Tim is all smiles at this. We choose the fuck bench. I eat his ass as he strokes himself. I am so ready to explode. I fuck him. And the feeling immediately ebbs. I eat his hole again. Once again, I’m on the edge. I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes. I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time. I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time. I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From Trio to Quartet (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 6, 2022

Near Home—August, 2022 It was a Sunday afternoon. I thought I had a fuck bud coming over. He cancelled. But I was still horned. I went to the bookstore nearest me. I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news. I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing… The straight side is all but empty. And the movie is adequate at best. I go around to the gay theater. As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner. I murmur a “sorry” and sit down. The movie is good here. One of the SkynMen orgies. I stroke. I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex. They are just talking. In hushed tones, but ones that really carry. I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…” On and on. Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other. I am alone. With good porn and a hard cock. I stroke. The door opens. A man in a surgical mask enters. He is a guy I often see here with his partner. He is alone today. He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head. I am fine with it. His mouth is pleasant if not exciting. His knees tire fast and he disappears. The good porn ends explosively. Not so much for me. The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it. I button up and check in next door. The porn here is better now. There is one other man watching, way down front. I sit in the back and stroke more. * I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces. I decide to investigate. A threesome is in progress. A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two. He is new to me. In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here. In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place. The top’s pants are around his ankles. He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican. I pull out my dick. The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am. Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth. I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock. I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him. It is all over in minutes. The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass. In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor. He is out of it. High on something. He doesn’t even notice I’m there. Which makes my escape that much easier… Did this even need to be written? Maybe not, but just keeping it real… The orginal, with comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: At Least the Porn was Good (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 29, 2022