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I went to Steam Portland one night looking to get fucked. I had gone a couple time before looking to bottom, but either struck out or ending up topping. I had cleaned out and lubed up with a dildo at my place before heading out. When I got to Steam it was moderately busy. I went to the steam room for a bit just to hang out, but no one caught my eye. After a bit I got up and made a circuit. I saw someone was at one of the glory holes, so I went up and opened my towel up and put my cock through. A moment later a mouth wrapped around my dick and started sucking me. I got hard pretty quick and after a few minutes, wrapped my towel around myself and started wandering around again. I made my way back to the steam room and was sitting there for a bit when a cute twink came in and went slowly by me. He made eye contact and I nodded at him. He came up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said sure, even though I was looking to bottom. He got on his knees up on one of the platforms and I got behind him. He grabbed my dick and guided it to his hole. He didn’t say anything about a condom, so the moment my cock hit his hole I pushed forward. He was lubed up enough I sank balls deep right away. His ass felt amazing. I fucked him for about 5 minutes then he pulled his ass off my raw cock and went out of the steam room. After a few minutes I went out to the showers and had a quick rinse. I walked back up towards the front to check out the sling area. The twink I was just fucking was in the sling getting dicked by an older guy. I watched him for a bit and let him suck my cock while he got fucked. After a minute of that, I pulled out of his mouth and went to the tunnel and cell block area. I was almost out of the cell block area when a fit mid-twenties guy came in the opposite direction. He stared at me hard as we passed each other, so I went into a semi-hidden alcove with a raised platform and sat down. He followed me and stood in front of me and opened his towel, revealing a 6.5-7 inch cut cock. I leaned forward and started sucking him off, opening my towel and starting to jerk myself off. After a few minutes he pushed my onto my back and took my cock into his mouth while playing with my balls and teasing at my hole with his fingers. All of a sudden he lifted my legs up and started rimming me, driving his tongue deep in my hole. I knew he was getting me ready for his dick. He stood up and lined his cock up with my hole, never asking for permission, just expecting it. Now I had been fucked bareback before by people I had just met, but it had always been guys from Grindr or people I talked to at bars. I at least knew their names. We hadn’t even spoken as he spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, lining it up with my ready hole. He slowly pushed the raw head of his dick forward, splitting my hole open, and I could feel my cock getting harder. He put my feet on his shoulders and sank his cock in so his pubes were against my ass. Then he started to pull out… And thrust back in again. He started fucking me with his bare cock with purpose. This was a man on a mission to breed a stranger, and I was his lucky conquest. After a couple minutes he let my legs down and I wrapped them around him, urging him on. He leaned forward and started kissing me, our tongues dueling. A few minutes more, his raw cock thrusting in and out of me, he whispered “where do you want it?” I told him shoot in me and after another minute his thrusting slowed down and he put both hands on my chest and pressed down as he shot his load deep inside me. He bottomed out in me and I could feel his cock twitching. Then he pulled out, grabbed his towel and walked off, leaving me with the first anonymous load I ever got at a bathhouse. I got up, threw my towel over my shoulder and as I was walking out, the twink I was fucking before was laying on his back on the padded bench. He smiled at me and I got between his legs. I pushed them toward his chest and lined my bare cock up with his hole. I could see cum seeping out of his hole as I started to sink into him. I made out with him for a few minutes until I could feel my orgasm building. I asked him if I could cum in him and he said yes. As I was about to cum I could feel the load in my ass start to leak out of my ass and down my leg. That sent me over the edge and I flooded the twink with my own load. I pulled out, thanked him, and went to go shower and go home, a very satisfied boy.

Chicago—May, 2023 I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump. Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night. I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares. But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town. He was fine with me not wanting to use my dick. He’d bring toys and I had my hands. He arrived before the motel filled up the rest of the way for the weekend. He brought with him three beautiful Square Peg copper-colored toys, lube and some pads to protect the bed and carpet. We started with him on all fours. I used all three of the superbly crafted toys on him before I switched to my hands. Then we took a break. He flipped to his back and we did it all again. An almost two-hour session. Somehow with my dick out of play, I don’t think this meet needs a play by play. But it was a great way for me to have some action during the day—and still keep my cock wanting all that ass that night. And it’s always good to see Evan… Chicago—May, 2023 After Evan left, I cleaned up, ate an early dinner and went to the venue for check in at 6pm. It is an art gallery located between Boystown downtown and the gay bars on the north side. It is always odd to stand around with the other tops waiting to go in. But this time, being in a city I know well, I knew three of them from other events in Chicago. I also saw a man I recognized from the Horse Market in Cleveland in April. There was one more man I knew, Eric, who had been in the two porn videos I shot here during IML’s past. We were finally ushered in and stripped down in the room. PIC (Just today HMSF published the newsletter about this event and used this picture. I hope he is fine with me showing off the space, too, saving a lot of words.) It was more compact than the space in Cleveland, but that’s not a bad thing. It would make the mares kneel closer together on the tables. I was sure we’d be slipping into one from another, that much easier. I stripped down and added my chaps and harness. (It is a leather weekend, after all!) and checked my bag of clothes. I got my picture taken with my assigned number on a wrist band held next to the bulge in my jock. And we waited. Finally, we were led out of the room so the mares could be let in. We waited in a stairwell—men feeling themselves up to make sure that their cock was starting to pump blood. We were let in… It is a breathtaking sight to see so many naked or jocked (and hooded!) men offering their asses to you. I would guess there are 30 or so mares presenting themselves to us. All but one has a red hood—meaning they want it bareback. It looks like there are a few more stallions; some are waiting their turn to get into a man. I find a lovely round and hairy white butt in the air. I kneel and rim him. He groans, joining the moans and groans of all the other mares—and a good number of stallions, too. I finally feel like I have opened his tight ass enough to get in. I tell him this is a big one to start—and inch into him. He yelps—but relaxes with some poppers. I fuck him slow—then hard. He thanks me and I move on. An ebony ass next. Dark skin and jet black hair in the crack. I spread his full cheeks apart. His ass lips are already puffy. I have seen three guys use him already. I rim him. He babbles a running stream of ‘fucks!’ His ass is juicy—a natural luber—and I stay on my knees a long time. Finally, I fuck him. “Now that’s a cock,” he groans. He squeezes down on me. I sigh. I fuck him for a long time—and return countless times to him in the next few hours… * It's hot and airless in here now. I rather wish I had not worn my leather. I have fucked big bears in slings. And one on the bench. I railed two otters who were kissing each other and moaning into the other’s mouth—as another top and I traded off on them. Back and forth we went in their holes. There have been a few very subby men who barely whimper—and just take it. I now have three favorites…The Black man I mentioned early on, and two men in slings. One is a bear. He seems to be a load magnet. Men are always fucking him and seem to lose control and give him their seed. He encourages me to always churn the cum and push it deeper into him. I do. Again and again as the night wears on. The other is a young furry man in the opposite sling. He is young and lithe with a nice chest and a hole that will not let go of any cock in it. I stand by his head, my cock, covered in cum from his ass, is in his mouth as he takes a younger top. The top explodes inside. I move around to felch. He begs me to snowball it to him. I do, drop by drop. He is so turned on, his cock erects inside his blue jock. I fuck him again—and promise I will be back. * It is late. I go to the sling with the bear. I have decided I want to load him. He has not had as many as the young guy, so I want to help even things out for him. But he gone. The sling is empty. I go to the young man. He is being pounded by first one then another of two guys that I have seen work in tandem all evening. The first guy, on round two, loses it. He cums. The other guy drives into the slippery mess. I stand to the side—waiting and stroking. They leave. I go to my knees and begin to felch. “You’re here—perfect timing,” the otter groans. “Feed them to me?” I make myself stand up. I lean across him and kiss him with the mouthful of jizz. No dripping into his open mouth this time. Our tongues collide, pushing the creamy mess back and forth in our mouths. He groans. I feel his hard cock press against my own. I go back and eat a little more. We repeat the kiss. We are both damned hungry for each other. I need to breed. I slip into him. I have swallowed and shared a lot of cum—but he is still creamy inside. I love the wet sloshing sound I make as I fuck. And I’m there. I shoot a replacement load for what we’ve eaten out of him. I bend to kiss him again. We hold like that for a long time. My dick will not go down. “Let me clean it,” he murmurs. I go down and felch my own load for a moment. I share it with the otter. He swallows hungrily. And only then do I let him clean my cock. “You are still really hard. Fuck me.” I do. And I actually can give him a second load! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Toy Play (and an Update) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 5, 2023 And Here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 6, 2023

Dear Sirs, Hey there, 48 gay m living in the US here, and I'm not sure if this qualifies me to join your club or not? But I'm happy to tell my story and let you be the judge. This happened about 10 years ago when I was out of town on a business trip, lying in my hotel bed, snooping around on Grindr to see what the local flavor offered. It was a state college town so my hopes were high. It wouldn't take long before a guy in his mid 20's hit me up. I don't remember the exact conversation but we flirted, exchanged pics and he asked if I cared if he smoked Tina. I could try it if I wanted too. I hadn't ever tried it, but had heard about it and was curious. He said to put on my best Andrew Christians and come on over. When I got there, he took me down into the basement area that had two couches in an L shape and a giant TV playing a group, bareback scene. My first ever seeing a Treasure Island scene. Turns out this would be a night of many firsts indeed. He told me to strip down to my underwear, get comfortable on the couch and we'd start smoking our first bowl. He shot gunned the first one to me, and as I sucked it in I didn't really feel anything. When I exhaled, that's when I felt this incredible tingling in my brain and I asked if this was the T cause it was way different than weed. He had me smoke more directly out of the bowl and I remember making out hard with him and then he attacked my briefs and sucked my dick with gusto. I was so fucking horny and this felt amazing. My eyes couldn't decide whether to land on the porn or the guy sucking me off. After about, honestly who knows we were high and time meant nothing...he receives a text and says that his cousin just got off work and would it be okay if he came over? I couldn't believe I heard correctly at first. What? Your cousin? Of course he...and he smokes the same stuff as we are? You two do that together? What about the other stuff we're doing? He tells me that he and his cousin don't mess around, but I was welcome to have fun with him if I wanted. Did I want? If I didn't turn down drugs, you think I'm going to turn down this? The cousin arrives and he's even hotter than my host. The funny bulb pipe is loaded, cousin smokes on one couch while host and I are 69'ing on the other. Cousin is watching us and he and I make eye contact. Cousin starts rubbing his growing bulge. Then like a sailor under the siren's spell I stop 69'ing walk over to cousin and help him get his hardening dick out. I go down on him keeping the eye contact we had established. I stop sucking and bring my lips to his ear and whisper, "Do you want to fuck me." He nods and remaining as cool and calm as possible, I bend over supporting myself by putting my hands down on the other couch and my exposed hole was now facing Cousin. With some spit and lube he works it in (I know there was a shard put in my booty at one point in the night too) and the slow fucking began. My eyes were rolling up into my head not aware of anything else when my host slides down to the end of the couch we were at, and pushes my head into his crotch for me to suck him off. And that's basically how the rest of the night went. The two cousins never did touch each other. They both stayed on their couches. I went back and forth between them as much as I could. The energy from the crystal made that not much of an issue. Eventually I had to stop, go back to my hotel room and get ready to go to work. Needless to say it was hard to concentrate at work that day. Thinking about what had happened. I saw my host again years later. But those are different stories for a different group I think. Thank you for letting me tell my story.

Installment number Nine of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style non-enhanced sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story during the storm-caused power failure, and our str8 boy gets booty-bumped one too many times and pulls me back to my room because he needs to be fucked NOW... We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – me for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” SATURDAY, 2AM and BEYOND: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNIN’ I laughed hearing the deflowered stud in my bed demanding more cock in his ass. Lou looked really, really pleased and fished in his pouch for a big rock to drop in the waterpipe. Sparking the torch, he melted the rock as Vice and I looked on, then took a big rip off the pipe and smiled. “So,” he began as he blew out his cloud. “You liked it then?” “It’s wickie hot,” was Vice’s reply as Lou took what looked like another massive hit. He then handed me the pipe and torch and pulled Vice in for a shotgun that turned into a major tongue-wrestle between them. As I took a big hit myself, Lou and Vice finally disengaged, their cloud dissipating between them. “Feel any less like a man?” Lou continued his line of questioning. Vice shook his head several times then said: “Nah, it’s just like J-man here said, you can get fucked and still be all man… I totally get that now, J,” he looked to me as he finished. “And damn it feels hot as fuck too. Just like me fucking ass, I gotta try out a few more samples. For instance, I just had some amazing white meat, isn’t it time for some dark meat now?” We all laughed. After passing the pipe and sharing shotguns between the three of us, Vice looked at Lou and said, “You been wanting a piece of this for a while, ain’t cha’ bro? Been jonesing for some fine straight-boy hole?” With a big smirk, Lou replied “you don’t know the half of it homie… Been jonesing for that super ‘fine’ tail for a while – givin’ and takin’ now? Dat’s fly… jus’ wha’ I need for a real wingman, yo.” I was chuckling to myself as both of their speech patterns went totally street urban all of a sudden while they teased each other. I mean, Vice always had the Bahstan-Capecadd drawl to a degree, but he was unconsciously laying it on thicker now while Lou seemed to be able to turn on and off his “Official Only African American Dealer In The Town But Customers Expect It” Urban Patois that he obviously got a kick out of using when it was fun for him or when he wanted a customer or any possible threat to think that’s all he was… and hey, it certainly comes across strong, confident and badass… smart dude that Lou. Seeing the rabid looks they were giving each other, I hopped off the bed and quickly removed almost all of my leather, grabbed a towel and my bath kit and my key and said “Sounds like I should give you guys a few… gonna go piss, shower and wander. How long should I stay gone?” “Only 15 or 20,” Vice replied, “I wanna’ try out that ‘Lucky Philippe’ thing you talk about.” “Lucky Pierre” I corrected, and you’ll love it, see you in a few…” I saw Lou lining his chocolate cock up with Vice’s hole as I closed the door and headed to the shared bathroom. Just as I was heading in, a guy stopped me in the hall. This was an older gent, probably the oldest guest in the place that night – he’d been one of the gladiator movie fans from this afternoon and had to be 75 if he was a day, lean and wiry, his white skin tanned like well worn leather, about 5’6” and a few tatts that looked genuine Navy like the vintage white sailor cap he was sporting over his silver buzz cut, white canvas deck shoes and a military surplus jock completed his attire. “You needing to empty the tap, sir? Why waste it on the porcelain?” Pleased with his nonchalant request, I figured, why not? “Sure thing Sailor, but you better know that this is definitely high-octane and very much not plain unleaded. That okay?” He nodded, “damn sir, that’s a bonus!” “Okay Sea-dawg, front or back?” The armband on his thin right bicep was black so that wasn’t an issue. His face lit up as he answered “Back, back please. Much better bump from your fuel that way… don’t worry, sir all clean.” With the caverject shot still in full force I was hard again almost immediately. He wasn’t really my type, but he’d kept trim and the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye were enough for me to recognize a fellow player who enjoyed the game as much as I did and probably didn’t get to play as much anymore… and yeah, this would be me someday too, so l gave this Korean War Vet/New Chembuddy as good a quickie as I could, I remember hoping karma would come back to me someday in the future! I started to bring him into the restroom, but he asked quietly “out here?”. Which made me grin, and made my cock a bit harder, as I turned him and made him do a perp stance facing the wall in the hall, arms up and legs spread. He was lubed but freshly so, and I still had plenty on my tool that a bit of spit got us wet enough for me to slide right in… warm velvet I have to admit. We were near the edge of the now slightly dimmer emergency lighting and seemed like a few guys were watching from the shadows, so rather than give him my chempiss right away, I gave him a nice steady firm mid-pace fuck for a couple of minutes – he had nice muscle control I must admit. “Damn” I said out loud to please him as I pumped him while reaching around to tweak his pierced nips, “you may look like a salty dog, but you’re still an able-bodied seaman where it counts sailor.” (My several times playing Lt. Cable in “South Pacific” were serving me well here…) “Oh yeah, Cap’n, you like that Squid Hole?” he groaned back. (How do I always wind up an officer?). I switched to a slow screw that I knew couldn’t last more than a few minutes as I seriously had to piss by this time, and I wanted to end with the piss so we didn’t mess up the hallway – which would happen if I continued a fuck on a piss-filled hole. That was when I felt a fat warm cock slide into MY hole while a soft hairy belly from someone rather large covered my back and two hairy arms slid around me and started seriously tweaking MY nips, and both felt great. A grumbly voice spoke in my ear “You like filling my man’s sweet ass? You’re making him so happy I had to find some way to repay you.” I figured this must be the Bear from the afternoon’s Gladiator group who was sitting at the time with the Vet I was pumping now – seemed to remember thinking he could play Santa Claus at Macy’s without any false hair, false beard or false belly… hell, it worked for the moment. “His ass is like velvet, man, and you feel great back there too, BUT I was just supposed to be emptying my chempiss in your salty dog here except when I slid in I just couldn’t resist a little bit of a fuck before I empty out. And I have to empty out SOON. Seriously, almost bursting here.” “Okay, just let me have a minute or two more, I’ll pound you, you pound him – he can take it – then piss away!” Which is what we did. Maybe another 20-25 hard pounding strokes and I felt Santa shudder and jerk as he dropped a load in me while my battered bladder finally let go and filled his partner with a good amount of high octane chem piss. The naval dude just sighed and said, “Thanks Cap’n, anytime you need a snug harbor…” “Thanks for that, both of you” I said to the pair as I finished pissing and quickly popped out of the now squishy hole, “but now I have to do a quick shower and run…” Santa wiggled his eyebrows at me, asking “Your straight boytoy waiting to fuck you some more?” I couldn’t resist. “No man,” I replied with a smirk. “My pet straight boy begged me to de-virginize his straight hairy ass, and he’s waiting for me to fuck him again – our dusky friend is filling the void for me right now, and I want to get back…” Okay, okay, I was actually bragging… wouldn’t you? The look on their faces was priceless – and Santa’s cock jerked up a couple of times on its own and dribbled out a bit more jizz. I swiped my finger through it, licked it off my finger and gave a quick but proper salute then sauntered into the bathroom. In unison behind me I heard two male voices whimper “Fuuuuuuck…” Within a few minutes, I had dumped lube and load out of my butt, did a spot clean, showered the outer layer of sweat and lube off, gargled some mouthwash and headed back to “my boys”. Entering the hall from the shower I realized the power had gone back on while I was in there – the red lighting from the beginning of the evening was back, looking around I noticed that there were less doors open and a few more “do not disturb” signs out as some guys, especially those not enhanced, got tuckered out and finished up their play for the night. I took a quick detour back to the stairs to the third floor and went part way up – the door to room 38 was only barely cracked, but it was evident that there was still a good bit of activity going on in there – as I tried to get a better handle on how things were going in there, the door creaked a bit more open and Sebastian popped his head out. “Just checking – we are going to need another fifteen minutes or so,” I whispered, “do you want the three of us to come back up?” Nodding his head with great emphasis, Sebastian replied “Oh very much so yes, things should go on for at least another two hours… oui, yes, come… come soon!” Promising we would, I headed back downstairs and slipped into the room. “Ready for me?” I asked as I came in. One of the room lights was now on, and I saw that Vice was fumbling around – gently -by my laptop while Lou was pulling drinks out of my cooler with one hand and holding his monster water pipe with the other. “Sweet, hand me one of those gatorades, man,” Lou tossed me a lemon-lime, my favorite and I feel like I emptied half of it down my gullet in 30 seconds or less, “thanks, I needed that. You boys enjoying your new activity!” “Mmm-hmm-hmm” was all I could get out of a smirking, grinning Lou, while Vice replied, “Indeed we are, but I’m glad you are back, I need to examine these two styles side by side. Mind blown, J, mind blown!” He chuckled to himself a bit then looked down at what he was doing. “Oh, but first, when the power went back on, your machine booted itself back up but it seems to be freaking out a bit. I tried to calm it down, but you’d better… and maybe put on some more hot stuff now that it’s not on battery anymore?” He couldn’t have looked more like a little boy in that moment if he tried. The problem was easy – the dvd drive kept trying to engage, but no one was pressing “play”. I put in Hot Desert Knights with a leather theme and took the offered bong and shared a few rips with the boys. I let them know the gang upstairs would be happy to have us return if they both wanted to AFTER we schooled Vice on “Lucky Pierre”. Since he’d spent the last little while being dicked by his bud’s weapon, it was time for him to fuck Lou while I sandwiched Vice from behind. Lou lay on the bed and raised his legs to the sky while Vice and I spent a minute or five tonguing that hole and Frenching each other with a few more clouds, then Vice got to his knees and grabbed Lou by the ankles and pushed in. “Ooh, hold a minute” asked Lou. “Seriously? You been fucked all night man,” I kidded, “not enough lube?” “No, dammit,” he replied, “freakin’ CHARLIE HORSE”, which made all of us, even him laugh out loud. I took those few minutes while he and Vice kneaded Lou’s calf muscle (with Vice still fully inserted) to rim Vice’s magnificent no-longer-virgin ass, getting it a bit more ready. “Done!” Lou said, “now get that daddy dick in the boy here…” On my knees I entered Vice from behind while Lou held poppers under his pal’s nose – I slid right in like Brett Gardner stealing Third in Post Season… damn life is good sometimes, right? Both my boys were moaning and talking nasty and seemed to be in heaven, myself likewise. Vice commented finally – “this is the most amazing sensation my body has ever had, no wonder this is your fav, J Daddy!” A minute or two later, he called ‘switch’. I stood at the edge of the bed sitting on a pillow, rolled onto my back with knees to my chest, then pulled myself back to the edge so that my ass was partly off with the pillow wedging it up, then I reached over pulled the other pillow behind my neck got my knees behind my elbows and said, “Ready boys.” Like I did before, Vice and Lou attacked my hole for a bit with tongues and clouds, then with a huff of Max Impact off a sweat sock, Vice once again sank his thick linguica into the guy who took his virgin hole. He was getting REALLY good working a man’s hole, and when his eyes widened a bit and then slowly closed in a blissful expression, I knew that Lou’s chocolate delight was re-finding its new home. “Fuuhuuhgh, so wickie hawt, yeah, yeah – how do you dudes ever STOP doing this?” Lou and I both chortled a bit about that, and I answered, “that’s why I try to do it so often, right?” The expression on Vice’s face was one of sheer bliss. Lou caught my eye over his shoulder and murmured “get ready to do that muscle contraction thing you do with yo ass J-man, we’re going to send him to orbit from both sides…” I nodded and Lou raised his voice to a growl in Vice’s ear “Welcome to Nirvana man – there ain’t not going back to boring ass vanilla sex now!” Vice’s eyes shot open as Lou began a wild rough triple beat pound on this now ravenous hole of Vice’s while I worked my muscle magic on that hot cock of his at the same time… the poor kid looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, Yeah, YEAH… FUCKIN HEAVEN BROS!!!” Vice bucked and heaved, then stuck both arms straight out to both sides and bellowed “STOP! … MUST BREATHE!” All movement came to a halt as the Dealer stud and I smiled at each other with the newly initiated stud muffin between us collapsed on my chest, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, giggled, panted and moaned “so good, so wickie good, so fuckin good…” and then laughed and cried some more hugging my chest, then kissing me and smiling “Oh daddy, so so so good… but I gotta have five to pull my soul back inta my body man… and then we go upstairs.” “Excellent,” I responded. “That’s my wingman,” said Lou. As his chest slowed down from it’s heaving, Vice was laughing again “Nothing came out of my dick, but it felt like the most powerful cum I ever had… as good as when you fucked me to jizz without touching myself, J-daddy- not better cause it couldn’t be but LONGER. The two of you might kill me but I wouldn’t care.” His breathing slowed some more, then he smirked at us “I realize I have two professional level players here with me, but I’m new, we’re all high as fuck and they are out there wanting us to join in… can we?” “Hell yeah,” I said, “But do something for me. Enjoy getting more cock and more ass, but trust me if you want to take on Marcel, leave him for last and let us get you ready – everyone else should be fine.” I went to the closet and pulled a few things out; “let me set you both up so they think the whole master and his boys things is real since it seems to turn them on – AND it also allows me to protect our newbie here since they all seem to hop to my commands even Marcel, so… first of all, a subtle change…” pulling most of the leather off of Vice, I pulled the second black ribbon out of the wrist band and wrapped it around his right arm so he had two like Lou and I did, “don’t say a word, see who figures it out first.” “Devious, J-man, even I could take lessons…” Lou quipped. I put them both in black cloth baseball caps not exactly matching but close, same with two white jock-codpieces (the waistband stays on but you can unsnap the pouch so your cock is free and it still has straps in the back to frame your ass perfectly, each with thick rubber cock rings, leather thongs tied around their biceps on both sides right under the ribbons, white sweat socks, and leather and cloth wrist wraps that could be locked together so one’s right wrist was connected to his buddy’s left and they’d need to walk in tandem. My master’s cap, my full metal harness, leather vest and a black leather jock-codpiece also with removable pouch, chrome taint tickler thick cockring, my engineer boots and we were ready. “What, no leash and collars for us?” Lou joked. I took his hand, showed him my pale hand by turning it back and forth right over his, then took his dark hand and flipped it back and forth, then put them together showing the contrast. “Hell no,” I said seriously, “if you ever want me to do that in private fine, because to me it doesn’t matter whose got more melanin and whose got less - and is fucking jealous!!” which made him laugh in that grave moment, which was good, “but with these guys? Some of whom may have the issues we talked about and joked about earlier? No way will I denigrate you that way or have them think that just cause you’re “my boys” that I think of you as anything less than me or that you are in a servant position to me, no. I just won’t do it. There’s too much real shit out there without having to add to it for a fantasy or for show. Hope that’s cool, but not me.” Lou just grabbed me and planted a huge kiss on me, his eyes looked a bit wet. “That. That… damn man, look what you did to me you righteous fuck you! Respect man,” he touched his heart and looked down for a bit. “Respect” Vice just goggled at us during this whole exchange. “Well then,” Lou announced. “Since Daddy J will NOT be Masta J, for which I thank him, then let’s go up there with heads held high, cocks half hard and asses primed and SHOW THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HOW ITS DONE!”. Laughing our asses off we made it to Room 38, were welcomed heartily with clouds and booty bumps and kisses and gropes and rimming and more clouds, and Zar being the first to notice Vice’s “change of status” to versatile and so claiming “DIBS!” while the rest swarmed Vice like frat boys getting free pizza, so I stepped in front of my newbie, and got into my Daddy/Boy role play persona while holding out my hand, between the Tina, the fog of long pnp play and the hot situation, I was really chewing the scenery as we say, even getting bombastic but man it was fun. “Just understand something here. This boy of mine is special, and he asked me to take his cherry tonight – and I did, then his brother there added his skills too. And my boy liked it – he liked it a lot, and he’s gonna be an amazing switch hitter, but on this special occasion, he wants to try a few more… and I gave my permission, I WANT him to enjoy this and so far he’s had remarkably little pain and let me be clear, it will STAY that way. Get it? Now he’s a real man and so I’m not saying you can’t fuck hard or get a bit rough or wrestle it up some, but this is his first damn time and I promise you he will enjoy it or you will answer to me. So no games with not enough lube, or scratching him up, or pushing too much in too fast or making him bleed, or any shit like that. Understand? I want him to WANT to do this again, so don’t fuck this up. Right?” Head nods all around and it was all I could do not to crack up – they all took me at my word and only the brief smile of gratitude from Vice and the furtive look of merriment on Lou and to be honest, Zar’s faces let me know I had a few appreciating my over the top performance. But I was being honest, I wanted the kid to like this, not wind up bleeding and in pain and never repeating his experiences. Zar would get his wish from this afternoon as Vice wanted him to go first, which seemed to immensely please the hot skinhead guest house manager. As a final note before sex, I pulled Vice and Marcel aside and whispered low to Marcel “Dude, I know you’re an alpha, you don’t get fucked only fisted and you are a master cocksman with that battering ram of yours and I can attest to how amazing that feels opening a guy up. But I’m asking you to let him decide if wants to finally have a go at that masterpiece, and I’m asking you to wait for a few smaller guys to go first, then go easy at first – and use some boybutter on that piercing of yours, not just spit, okay? You can do all that to me or my other boy Lou over there. Show your amazing skills to Vice by making him love it. If he says stop, DO, or he and I will double fuck you until you scream… that a deal – it’s a fine just cherry-picked hole and it will be worth your while. Deal?” Marcel kissed us both on both cheeks and said “Agreed. You protect your boys, good. Like me with Sebastian. Now let’s all fuck – since our house manager gets him first, I’ll substitute his Daddy’s hole instead.” Overhearing that Zar tossed me Max Impact, a jock, and then held a pipe to my lips to get me started for Marcel’s monster. And that’s how within 10 minutes from leaving my room the three of us wound up side by side fucking and rimming a hot dude in front of us with three studs behind us pounding our holes. Lou had Sebastian to fuck and rim, with Ed topping him, Vice was enjoying Rachman “Rocky”’s beautiful butt, with Zar blissfully pounding him out expertly, while I rimmed and fucked Gary while Marcel attempted to create a new lane of the Lincoln Tunnel in my ass… amazing, BUT… still amazing… And so it went, the three of us got to be “Lucky Pierre’s” much of the time with the occasional bonus of either a cock or hot hole for our mouths and tongues along with our cocks in an ass and cocks in us. Much swapping of threes and fours, and Vice not only enjoyed Zar as a top, but had Tom and Ed and Gary fuck him too – Rachman and Sebastian leaning heavily bottom for the evening passed on a turn but asked for “rain checks”. There were times when Vice and I, or Lou and Vice, or Zar and me would be 69ing sucking the others cocks while each of us was being fucked too. Finally, Vice decided it was time he tried the “Double Diamond Dick” before he chickened out. Wanting to concentrate fully on what was happening, he opted out of being a Lucky Pierre this time and got on his back for the penetration, pillows propping up his butt and neck as Marcel stood bedside like Vice had done to me down in my room. I knelt on one side of him on the bed with pipe, torch, poppers and Max Impact with Lou on the other side ready with several lubes but first while I was shot-gunning Vice a hit, tied off his bud’s arm and the hot dealer administered Vice a small pick-up slam while Sebastian, standing, did the same for his hubby Marcel. Two snaps as tourniquets were popped off, two guys coughing and then Vice moaning, “okay man, give me that monster” with Marcel simply nodding and growling sexily as his fat head and piercing – covered with cream lube slowly stretched open a hole that until just a few hours ago had been “exit only” and that 48 hours prior would never have conceived of being where it was and WANTING this. I saw a bit of fear, and whispered, ‘Relax, you’ve got this, and trust me the way he’s doing it – you are going to love it real soon!” Vice nodded and the panic eased off his face and he was smiling again, allowing the big head to pop through and making him gasp and moan “fuck that’s big… but fuck that’s good.” With popper hits, a couple of shared clouds and encouragement from everyone in the room, slowly but surely that beautiful beast went balls deep on our former str8 sex only convert. When those bull balls swinging beneath their leather ball stretcher slapped down against Vice’s sss skin he got a look of hungry triumph on his face saying “Oh fuck this is awesome… fuck me man, please.” The rest of the room while still stroking other guys or with their cock in an ass or one in their own hole, slowed to watch this newbie take a cock many more experienced holes would balk at. And while he was huffing and puffing a lot, he was definitely enjoying it! Marcel was true to his word, and so he kept his strokes long and slow but he did make them HARD and Vice seemed to like that as it must have been hitting his prostate just right. We all knew this couldn’t last long but it wasn’t Vice who had to tap out, it was Marcel! Vice started that blissed out laugh/cry thing he did the last two times he let go, and the laughing huffs must have made his hole contract each time because Marcel started shaking his head rapidly back and forth growling, “so tight, merde, can’t hold it…” and then roared incoherently while he blew a load up into Vice who immediately started that shaking anal orgasm thing again that left him smiling and giggling while Marcel looked out for the count! That seemed the right time to call a close and as the three of us got ourselves and our gear back together, I pulled out 3 butt plugs I’d put in Lou’s canvas ditty when I knew we were on our way up, giving the fattest one to Vice whose hole was currently the one most stretched to hold everything in on our way downstairs. Stopping in the common bathroom, we all did a little cleaning rinsed off in the shower together, and retired to my room to collapse naked with each other, lightly playing while we relaxed and watched porn each catching a bit of nap here and there and enjoying each other’s bodies and company. Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, its still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!”

One of my fantasies is that I am running along a wooded urban jogging trail, high and horny. I'm following distantly behind a sexy male jogger wearing extremely tight short shorts. The path turns a corner, and that's when I see the sexy jogger is patiently waiting for me on all fours, shorts off, his hole fully exposed. Last night, I went into the city to see my fuck buddy Frank. He has a great apartment setup, and he's always ready to party and play. I got to his place and Frank was wearing a spandex cyclist's singlet, with the ass cut out. We got spun up, shotgunned a few and started fucking. It was amazing. We were both really really high. Frank's spandex outfit made me tell him about my slutty jogger fantasy. He suggested we drive down to "Regatta Road", a few minutes drive by car. It's basically a lakeside wild natural area inside the city, and it is notorious for gay cruising. The area is bushes, very tall grasses and forest- with zillions of twisting narrow footpaths, and little hideaways further into the bush for having sex. I think most of the guys who cruise here are married to women or otherwise closeted. So around midnight we drove down to Regatta Road and parked the car. Then we went into the tangled mazes of the cruise paths. Frank- whose ass was hanging out of his singlet-- led me on a path through bushes, across a dry stream, back into bushes and into an open area. He stopped suddenly on the footpath, bent his knees, and presented his wide smooth ass to me, completely lubed up. I pulled my semi-soft cock out of my pants and forced it into his hole. I started fucking him slowly, letting my cock harden up, and then we heard footsteps and voices on the path. I did not stop fucking Frank at any point. Then two guys appeared, shyly cruised around us, and then continued on their path. On a whim, I decided to take almost all my clothes off, so I was completely naked except for my running shoes and baseball hat. I cannot describe how mindblowing that was. I felt like a naked superstar sex god. A giant walking cock. Spun as fuck. Frank suggested we go somewhere else. I followed his ass into a dark area, across another part of the stream, and then up into a wooded area. We passed by another couple of men, who murmured approvingly when they saw that I was completely butt-naked, my greasy cock swinging free. Frank took us on another path to where there was a bit of a clearing. He stuck his ass out and let me pound him some more. What a rush to fuck a guy outdoors, high n horny, stark naked, with other guys cruising around. After a while, we decided to move on. I followed Frank and it probably seemed to everyone we passed that he was being cruised hard by a totally naked Black top. Frank took us on another path to the wooded area directly beside the parking lot, where there was a huge slab of old concrete about three feet high nestled among the trees. There were two guys sitting on the slab. They asked us if we had cigarettes. Frank gave them a couple of smokes, and then I asked them to make room for us on the slab. Frank climbed up in-between the two guys on the slab, presented his hole to me doggy style and then we launched into a deep raw fuck. I was pumping Frank's hole literally inches from the guys faces. One guy said, "That's a nice ass." "Yeah, I been chasing this cock teaser's ass all night long," I exaggerated. The two guys played with themselves a little, and then left. Now that we had the slab to ourselves, Frank suggested we go back to his car and get a small portable mattress and pillows that he just happened to have in his trunk. We brought the mattress back to the slab and it fit perfectly on top. Around the slab was tonnes of strewn litter. We climbed onto the mattress and I said to Frank, "Let's show these closet cases how real pigs fuck." After rimming him for a few minutes, my cock got so hard that I was able to stroke all the way in balls deep and then all the way out with a juicy pop. We started fucking like dogs in heat. Moaning like demons in ecstasy, shotgunning puffs on the devil's dick. We were using J-lube and lots of water so the mattress became a wet mess. Random guys silently watched us. It was incredible, an utter pig fantasy. For three hours on that raised mattress surrounded by garbage, the main thing I cared about was Frank's anal sphincter squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Frank told me that he knew a Black top who cruises here regularly, and he also walks around totally naked. Frank said the Black top was super popular, and guys in their cars in the parking lot would line up to offer their asses when he came around. The Black guy was fucking so many anonymous holes that he was probably cross-pollinating STIs. I myself could totally relate to the Black top. If I'm partying, I have to fuck every hole that presents itself to me. (All Black power tops should experience cruising naked and high in a public park. Personally, I felt like a character in a Tom of Finland comic, short on wardrobe but still hunting for bubble ass in the woods.) We went back to Frank's place and kept partying until the next morning. So that was my fantasy more or less coming true: being high as a cloud, following a hot guy in slut-wear through the woods, and then bare-backing him hard in the middle of the trail. Even better, I found that cruising naked is an INCREDIBLE experience and I got to fuck that hot guy for hours in front of total strangers. I'm so happy. I can't wait to go back to Regatta Road next summer.

So I started him off last weekend getting him high on Tina and stripping him down to his briefs. I got him on all fours on the bed and played with his hole, teasing him and licking him out, talking dirty and winding him up with my cock, till he was begging for it. I told him I'd only fuck him if his hole was wet and sloppy with spunk. He greedily agreed to let me find some one to do it. Didnt tale me long to find a local guy (30 ish) who wanted an anon fuck n go. He would only fuck with a rubber (BOO!) but was happy to shoot all over my sluts hole so I thought at least that would open him up and lube him for the rest of us. I left him on the bed and went in another rooom silently. The guy arrived, I heard him groaning and pumping, then he left after about 10 mins. I had told my partner to stay exactly where he was and not move at all, so I walked back in to see his pert naked ass, covered in ribboons of thick cum! I treated myself to one good lick of it, then left the rest in place. Next guy was a 20 something, He wanted me in the room to guyide him into my cum buckets mouth and arse, which I did. He was rock hard when he walked in, I sucked it for a few mins, then slide it into my boyfriends mouth. After hed enjoyed that, I took hold of the hard cock and pulled it around to the rear, wiped it over the spunk on his ass, and then pushed it into his cunt. That lad went wild, took him about 3 mins to shoot and he shot deep inside. As he pulled out, he gently pushed my own face into my cum buckets hole to taste his jizz. Last guy, was a marrtied bloke, late 30s, wanted to be verbal but anon, so I left the room and listened in on Alexa as he told my boyfriend what a dirty slut he was, as he pushed his raw cock in his sloppy hole and fucked him. When he was close to cumming, my boyfriend told him 'My partner will be back home soon and Ill wait for him just like this, with your load dripping from me' he shot his wad in excitment. After that lot, it was my turn and I spent the entire night licking every last drop of spunk, inc my own after I came three times, from him juicy hole.

Remember when I said I was very religious? Because of that I never used any kind of drug. My first alcoholic drink wasn't until I was legal at 21. I have never been a smoker. My first taste of weed & poppers was with a hookup 13 years younger than me when I was 32. (we had the same b-day tho!) But never knew any sellers so never did it on my own, just with the occasional guy who brought it over. One of those guys asked me if I wanted to try MDMA with him. I said sure. The sex was incredible and that was when I sought out erotica with drug use (shoutout breeding.zone!) and became aware of sex and Miss T. In Oct. 2014 I blew my first clouds with two cousins. Didn't touch it again until Aug 2016 when I got my first slam. My third time was Feb 2018 and that was also a slam. And then just before my birthday during the quarantine a guy had finished fucking me and asked if he could piss inside me. Now this is something my boyfriend (we had an open relationship) wanted to do with me, but he could never relax enough to do it. I was very curious to find out what it felt like so I told this guy that he could. It was chempiss. What a slam couldn't do to me, chempiss did. I've been using regularly ever since the end of quarantine. And that as they say, is that. (pictured: a cloud and the night of my first slam)

Cleveland—April, 2023 It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend. But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long. With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away. I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home. Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “The Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only.” We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.) I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench. I got there early to see if he needed them. He didn’t. Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded. At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other. I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck. I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend. I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder. We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings. The Stallions chatted and joked together. I met two men I knew from Chicago. I filled up my water bottle. As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules. He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions. And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare. We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored. We just fit. It looked to me like there about 35 of us. Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place. We laughed together—nerves were showing. Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace… Naked, hooded men are everywhere. I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side. I find a full, hairy ass. I touch the man’s butt as I kneel. I tongue his ass crack making him moan. Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck. I grease myself as I eat him out. His hole has loosened under my tonguing. I stand and slide into him. He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute. “Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me. “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.” I turn and grin at him. It’s nice to actually see someone’s face. We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other. “You should try mine. Let’s switch.” He pulls out—so do I. I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event. The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit. Is he really so close already? He pulls out and takes a break. I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more… * I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings. Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt. I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight. No one has touched him yet. I go over to him. I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees. My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks. “Fuck, get we wet and ready…” I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. I stand and fuck him. He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. I fuck and fuck. Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt. “Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug… * And so it goes. I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck. I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare. I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass. Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal. But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room. I find a diminutive Asian in a sling. He’s been busy. We are about an hour into the event. His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once. His small frame is muscled and sleek. He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him. I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him. He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock. A Black man comes to watch me fuck. We nod to each other. He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock. “You should fuck this guy,” I tell him. “Oh, I have. You’re fucking in my load.” I grin. And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk. I fuck some more, and then he spells me. The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing. “You should open some holes for me,” says the top. I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so. A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch. We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench. And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table. The mares all love our pairing. A young man of color is on a fuck bench. I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first. It’s too much for his hole. The young man taps out, leaving with a handler. I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways… * I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by. I go back to him and eat some of the load. I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum. He does. I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his. I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening. For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten… * Another sling, another man getting a load. He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass. I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot. My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek. He blindly turns and licks at my cock. “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head. The guy in his asscunt moves away. I kneel and get another mouthful of cum. I stand and feed it to the cub. He groans his approval. I slide in and churn. His ass is great—even without the load. Another man who can really use it well. I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session… * I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass. I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room. I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. I am ready to load. I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone. I look for the Cub. He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench. Well, damn. I find the man bent over on the table. He’d be perfect. We fuck for a long time. I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge. But I’m trying too hard. I thank him and wander. There is a man I have fucked repeatedly. A big hairy bear on all fours. He’s been very busy. I watch him get used by two men back to back. I jerk a little as they fuck him. I’m up him next. He’s super wet. So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight. “So, you’re back,” he grunts. (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.) I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in. In moments, I feel the build. My balls tighten and I shoot. I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm. I stay there a bit and finally pull out. I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off. I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck. He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock. I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock? His red hooded head nods yes. I let him clean me up. I’m not going down. I am actually still damn hard. He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men. “Stick it up my ass, man, please…” I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Horse Market at CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 11, 2023

I have a friend who's been a fuckbud for 18 years - since we lived across the street from each other in the theatre district in Manhattan. My own partner was always thrilled that Sal was so close by as he knew my buddy Sal would get into all the kinker scene-stuff that I liked and my partner didn't. Now, years later I still play with this guy even though my partner and I live in the northern burbs of NYC and he and his partner live in Jersey City. I'm in my 40s (though still play the roles of 30-somethings) in good athletic trim, just barely six foot, caucasian guy with blue eyes, silver/blond hair, average size but very hard dick - think Anderson Cooper worked out and into leather. I've been poz for 27 years. So the evening in question happened during the holidays 2009/2010. My bud Sal and his partner Dan called me for a nice long session with some new friends of theirs and I headed down to Jersey to play. Got to their place and they'd all been at it for a few hours - they were all pretty tweaked already and offered me the glass cock to get me to try and catch up some. They'd been getting to the point and asked if I wanted, but I was going to have to drive back home sometime around 4 AM and declined, saying I'd stick to the pipe and maybe a booty bump. I started pulling a long hit from the glass cock and my buddy's partner Dan says for me to shotgun a new friend of theirs, Jim - I did so and the guy's eyes widened as I blew a huge amount of smoke into his lungs and our tongues danced. I kept shotgunning him as I drew hits from the glass cock and tried to get close to the level these guys were already at. Finally, Jim lay back on the bed for a moment, and I got a good look at him - nice well-sculpted body, good pecs, nice long semi-hard cock, looked to be Italian or Hispanic and a nice face... seemed to be late thirties, early forties. Perfect. Dan whispers in my ear "Eat his ass, I've been telling him all about you". I push Jim's legs back, kneel on a pillow and dive in - he's moaning and clutching at my head with a lot of "yes, yes, yes" going on. Sal and Dan hold the pipe down near me and I take another long hit and blow the smoke slowly up the guys' hole. He seems to really dig that. Sal gives him a hit from the glass cock and then Dan says "Jim, do you want him to fuck that hole of yours" and Jim starts begging, "yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck my hole". Wasting no time, with his hole all wet from my rim job (and my cock all wet from a bit of sucking from Sal) I slowly work my cock into his hole. He's tight, but not at all resistant and soon I'm in all the way to the hilt. Jim moans and mutters, "so good, so good.." as I begin a slow twisting fuck in his beautiful hairy hole. The boys spray some Maximum Impact into a cloth and stuff it into Jim's mouth. He goes wild, screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, harder! Harder!" and I start to really pound - he pulls my face down and we start kissing and tongue wrestling. When I pull back I notice Sal and Dan and the other three guys are just watching the action, jerking dicks here and there, but totally concentrated on us. Being an exhibitionist, I don't mind and we continue a really hot fuck. Dan says to Jim - "do you want him to breed that hairy hole, man, do you want his load up there?" and Jim is saying "yes, yes, breed me man, breed me" - I build up steam and then blow in his hole, howling a bit as I do and the other guys are cheering me on, while Jim starts bucking like he's having an anal orgasm - his beautiful long cock is rock-hard and dripping, but he's not able to shoot. After pulling out, Jim thanks me and I tell everyone I'll be back in a moment, I want a quick rinse in the shower. Dan joins me and says - "Tonight was his first time partying - his first point - and that was the first time he was ever fucked". I said "excuse me?" Dan replied "yeah, remember how you were the first guy who ever fucked me, back when Sal had you come down to play the first time I met you? Remember how I was still married to my wife? Well I thought you'd be perfect to break this guy in". I looked at him with suspicion and he continued "yep, he's married, kids, the whole deal. The wife and kids are away visiting relatives in Italy for Christmas". NOW they tell me! But then again, Sal didn't tell me that DAN was married the first time Sal got me to fuck Dan (who you may have guessed is now divorced and living with Sal). We went back out to the bedroom and Jim was happily getting plowed by another one of the guys while rimming a second one. Dan said, "yeah, he came over for a blow job that we advertised on Craig's List for straight guys looking for a quick blow, and we offered him some party favors and he seemed to like everything else that was going on, so we just progressed him along..." I shook my head in disbelief as I jumped into the pile and continued with our scene...

Installment number Eight of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story after the storm-caused power failure, and a 'live sex performance' with the manager... “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!! AFTER MIDNIGHT – ASS-IMILATION RESISTANCE IS FUTILE After hitting the communal bathroom and cleaning up a bit Lou, Vice and I went back to my room for some liquid refreshment and a recharge of our enhancements. The rain was still humming against the window as I peeked out into almost total blackness – only an occasional flicker of a candle in a few distant windows let us know there was even a town still out there. No buildings we could see had electricity back yet, and I wondered if anyone else was having as much fun being blacked out as we were here! Lou had gotten out one of his waterpipes and filled the bowl as Vice was pulling some drinks out of my cooler then closing it quickly so it wouldn’t let too much of its coolness out, while I restarted my laptop using the battery power to play some more of my bb porn. With the door cracked open only a foot or so opening away from the bed, we three kicked back side-by-side with me closest to the door, Vice in the middle and Lou on the far side. Since no one peeking in could see the head of the bed we were fine with passing the bong back and forth, taking hits and shot-gunning each other, laughing and casually playing with each other’s cocks and nips as we watched the porn and chatted softly about our experiences so far. I was amazed at how comfortable Vice remained with everything that was happening and noticed his hands roaming around as much if not more than Lou’s or mine. Lou was obviously of the same mindset as he raised his eyebrows at me several times when Vice groped him. “So how was getting fucked by Zar with that big P.A. of his on?” Lou asked as I was taking a big rip off the pipe. “He sure as hell didn’t have THAT when we were back in High School. Did you like it?” Holding up a finger to indicate ‘wait a second’, I leaned over to Vice and locked lips, blowing my cloud into him and getting a bit of tongue action back, Vice then blew out our shared cloud. Sitting back up I answered Lou. “I actually enjoy being fucked by a guy who has a BIG piercing, it’s the little ones that I don’t like – too much like having a cheese slicer shoved into your hole. But Zar’s was really nice and big and he does throw a hot fuck. Great ass on him too…” “Great ass!” Vice agreed nodding, blowing out his own big hit. “Great ass.” Then looking a bit sheepish followed that with “not as amazing as YOURS is J, but great, yeah…” I chuckled at how fervently he didn’t want to insult me in any way, it was so cute. “Well thank you man,” I replied. “Good to know you still think that way since you are becoming quite the connoisseur of fine male ass…” Both guys laughed and as Lou put the bong on the table to cool, Vice said “yeah man it’s wickie hawt, but I still need more comparison!” As we watched porn and stroked each other, Lou told us about his adventures after we separated. He wound up on the third floor with Tom and Ed, where he fucked both of them, but he spent far more time talking about each of them fucking him and how good it felt. I noticed Vice kind of hanging on every word and scrutching his ass around a bit on the bed. I made sure to NOT point this out to him as Lou went on to describe his next encounter with the two Leather guys from Quebec, and again while he fucked both of them, he spent more time on describing each of them taking his hole and Vice was still rapt listening to the admittedly very hot description Lou was giving. “And J-Man, if you liked Zar’s big P.A. up your hole wait until you hear this. The bald guy Marcel’s cock is about 2 inches longer and thicker than Zar’s and it made this top guy wanna turn full-on bottom-slut with the way he got me wound up from inside out. You just gotta try him, J, you will not regret it… he made my hole sing hallelujah man!” Lou went on with his ecstatic recounting of how it felt and I was realizing it seemed a little forced as he kept emphasizing it while rubbing Vice’s leg. Vice for his part seemed to be oblivious to Lou’s hand now reaching between his legs until Lou went a little to far in his comments, “yeah, too bad you are missing out on half the fun there, bro, you’d be amazed what a good hard tool can do to your insides…” Vice pulled up his legs quickly and shook his head as if to clear it, asking “Hey J Daddy, could I have some of those grapes?” The moment was blown by Lou being just a bit too eager. As I went for the grapes I was now in full view through the door and noticed someone was standing outside in the shadow. It took me a moment to realize who it was, and then my cock (which due to the injection earlier was going to be semi-hard at least for several more hours) swelled from semi to rock hard. It was the guy who looked like an Arabian Prince that we saw earlier with his stuck-up nasty boyfriend. He smiled at me from the dark with his perfect white teeth. I indicated for him to step in – he did, looking around at me, the porn, Vice and Lou, the water bong, out over his shoulder, returned to the bong, then back to me. “Join us?” I asked. He nodded, and this time I closed the door over. I introduced myself and the other two while I returned to getting more refreshments and he let us know his name was Rahman, but Americans usually just called him Rocky. “I am sorry for before,” he said as I was passing Vice the grapes. “You mean your boyfriend?” I replied. He nodded and sighed saying “he can be kind of an idiot sometimes; I wish he would not be.” “It happens… we weren’t TOO insulted.” Lou said, then took a pointed hit off the bong wanting to gauge Rocky’s reaction, I guess. “Where is your boyfriend, by the way?” I inquired, as Lou let out his hit, indicated the bong, and passed it to our new guest when he nodded his head again. Rocky took the bong which was still filled with lots of vapor in the chamber and sucked it in without lighting the torch. Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them and blew out a nice cloud. “He was annoyed by all the noises coming from around us so he took an Ambien, put on a sleep-mask and some ear plugs, and is sound asleep now and will be until well after dawn.” He paused, looking a bit puzzled and said, “that is NOT what I thought it was. It’s very interesting, may I have some more?” Lou responded saying, “of course you can! Why don’t you get naked like us and join us for a while if you are not expected back? Our host here will show you how to heat the bowl – it is a bit different from a rig for hash if that’s what you were expecting…” Smiling that killer smile, our captive dropped his grey shorts, when he bent over to pull them over his feet, my head swam. I thought that ass was magnificent when covered with the shorts – it was god-like without. As I described before, he had a rugby player’s build – not tall but broad chested with cut pecs and nice nips, and thick muscular legs. His mahogany-colored skin was dusted with jet black hair all over – just the perfect amount of it in my opinion. The dropped shorts revealed a semi-chubbed circumcised cock, not long but thick. And then that ass, like two volleyballs lightly furred – a really big muscular butt that only seems to come from that part of the world. My tongue was hanging out as he crawled up onto the bed where we were now all sitting up either on our knees or with legs to one side or legs crossed over each other. He climbed past me, so he was between Lou and me in the circle. Composing myself, I took a rip from the bong, indicated for him to come close and nose to nose I went to shotgun him without touching lips but fortunately he pulled my head closer, letting me know he’d done this before, just not with Miss T. I got a nice snog out of him too. Then I handed him the glassware and held the torch for him while I showed him the best way to heat the bowl with it. He took a big hit and turned to Lou who leaned in and received his own shotgun from our hot new visitor. We had him hold onto the pipe and keep hitting it to “catch up to us some” while he passed his hits back to each of us in turn. You could see that Vice, Lou and I were completely hard with twitching cocks as they cloud circle went on. Rocky talked about how much he missed having sex with multiple men – when he first came from Saudi Arabia and found himself surrounded by gay men with whom he could have sex without fearing for his life, he went wild and fooled around extensively, but although he’d been promised an open relationship by his now lover of 4 years, somehow or other his partner Norton managed to cockblock or torpedo any chance he had of hooking up with others and it was making him crazy, not to mention that sex got very, very vanilla once Norton had gotten his hooks into Rocky apparently. “Well, while he’s dead to the world sleeping,” Vice began, “why not have some fun with us… what are your favorite things to do, or what have you been wanting to do but haven’t lately?” Seems that after admitting he desperately wanted group sex again, which we obviously could supply, Rocky wanted to get rimmed and get fucked as Norton only wanted him to be a top and paid no attention to Rocky’s butt at all. “Now THAT is a crime against nature!” I cried, “he needs to hand back his ‘gay card’ for that one! I’ll – we’ll - be happy to help you out. Are you prepped for that?” Rocky assured us that he had done so in the shower just before peeking in my room, hoping for exactly this kind of situation. “If you haven’t been rimmed in too long, we have a resident specialist,” joked Vice pointing at me. “Oh yes, please do me Daddy” Rocky whispered at me while getting on his knees at the edge of the bed. Pulling my cooler over to serve as a low stool, I sat and contemplated the work of art in front of me and once again thanked God for making me gay. Tracing around his hole with my fingertips, I muttered “Your husband must be delusional to not give this the attention it deserves!”. I bit and licked a bit on those glorious globes then took a big hit off the bong, passed it back to the other guys, then settled face first into that glorious ass and slowly exhaled the vapor as my tongue met his tight pink pucker and he began to moan as I began my campaign. Lou passed me Max Impact and a sock to spray it on, after huffing from the sock for a bit, I went right back to his opening and began to lick, suck, nibble, tongue fuck, tongue buzz, and basically make out with that hot tasty manhole for at least 10 minutes while Rocky moaned and squeaked in between taking bong hits and blowing them back onto Lou and Vice’s cocks as he alternated blowing them both. Finally, he was almost writhing on my tongue he looked back and groaned “Please, please, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me now!” I said I didn’t have a condom if he needed one, and he said “no, I want to feel it raw again finally, just fuck me now, please?” Who could say ‘no’ to that? I stood up and we three turned him over onto his back. He grinned up at me, whispering “yes… please… now… need it…”. Lou gave him the Max Impact sock and he sucked on it for a minute while I lubed my straining cock. Then with the boys kneeling on either side of him, he looked up again at me and nodded his head as I put his legs on either of my shoulders. Slowly but surely, I sank my cock into his now greedy hole until my balls bumped against his and my pubes tickled his taint. “Yes….” he breathed as I let him get used to being filled again, then slowly pulled most of the way out, making him gasp, then ever so slowly driving back in. Vice spiked the torch and bowl and put the stem to my lips. Inhaling deeply, I held the hit, leaned down and began to kiss him deeply as I also started to grind my cock in a circle in his hole then as we disengaged, I began a steady in-out in that incredible too-long ignored manhole, and as he exhaled our shared smoke he began to both laugh and cry saying “too long” and sighing as I picked up speed. Lou and Vice got in on the action, sometimes sucking on Rocky’s short thick cock, or sucking and tweaking his nips, offering him their cocks to suck or their asses to rim, sometimes making out with me or each other or Rocky, sometimes standing on the bed offering me their cocks to suck or ass to tongue as I continued my mission to give Rahman a great fuck to make up for his years without. “Damn J-man, you know how to throw down an amazing fuck – you could be our professor of fucking at Tweaker University” Lou joked at one point, with Vice following that with “Unbelievably hawt, Daddy J.” I looked over at him and whispered, “Any time...” and he winked at me. Rocky, hearing Vice’s nickname of the day for me, picked up on it and in moments when his mouth wasn’t full started in with “Yes, oh yes Daddy J, please fuck your boy, fuck your son… please Daddy, fuck me.” Jeez! How did I wind up everybody’s daddy? Still, this was so damn hot, I was actually starting to get really into that… After a good long mind-blowing fuck, I wasn’t quite ready to shoot a load, but I was needing a breather, so I said I had to tap out, and Lou and Vice should get a turn while I caught my breath. So Vice sunk his cock into Rocky’s now opened hole and proceeded to plow away, while Lou and I got sucked and rimmed by either guy and we played with both hot guys nips and Rocky’s cock – so hot. Lou got up and behind Vice who felt a hard cock between his cheeks and pulled out quickly saying “your turn” to Lou, getting his own virgin hole away from the candyman’s trouser snake. Lou leaned down and tongued the hot slutty hole for a bit, then showed he had a big shard in his hand that after licking his finger, he inserted into Rocky to be followed immediately by his long dark brown cock. Rocky just moaned and growled and gasped as the fuck fest went on in a new configuration. I was sucking on Rocky’s cock and Vice was behind me rimming me, when Lou sped up saying he was about to cum… Rocky shouted back to him “Yes, yes, give it to me… give it all to me!” as Lou bucked in obvious orgasmic bliss and Rocky emptied his balls into my mouth. With Rocky and Lou still shaking and catching their breath, I was about to share the cum with Vice when I noticed we had a visitor. It was Marcel, the bald, hung, vascular leather guy from Quebec. His long cock was very hard from watching and the apricot sized head carried an enormous ring piercing just like Lou had told us. My god it was awesome. “Apologies for interrupting,” Marcel said in his sexy accent, “but we are in desperate need of refills on our supplies. Sebastian and I have a very hot scene going on in our room and we’d like another ball to make sure it keeps going. And please, all of you, I want you to join us immediately if you would.” We all looked at each other and obviously all thought the same thing – hell yes! I don’t think we could have stopped Rocky from going at that point as that booty bump had obviously kicked in and his hole was still ravenous. After a few whispers with Marcel, Lou said we’d all come up and he’d bring the 8-ball and ‘other stuff’ with him, keeping his promise not to do transactions in my room. Marcel slipped away saying “Room 38” as Vice, Rocky and I took a quick piss and Lou locked up the room. We started heading for the stairs, when I heard a familiar voice moaning something rather unexpected. “You guys head up, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes” I told them as I peeled off down the hall to the door of Kieran and Charlie’s room. Peeking in with just the emergency lights from the hallway lighting the room, I saw an unexpected but hot sight. There was my old buddy, Father Frank in the sling getting fucked while moaning “fuck me, yeah, fuck me!” This was VERY unexpected as Frank never bottomed as far as I knew and was proud of that. Miles the house boy was plowing him but looked up and saw me at the door and motioned me over. Keiran knelt and got my cock wet as Miles pulled out and they pushed me into his place with Kieran assisting on lining my cock up with the Priest’s up until now off-limits hole. I couldn’t help but smirk when I sank in for as hot as I thought Frank was, and how much we shared our fuck stories when we saw each other, he never played with me as I was well above the age he preferred for his extra-curricular activities. WELL above. Frank was almost yelling now, “Oh yeah, please, fuck my hole pound my cunt!” and then his eyes focused and he really took a look at who was fucking him, then he gasped “Ohhh, no!” “Oh yes,” I responded. “Dang, Frank, you’ve been holding out on me, this is a fine fuckhole you’ve got…” Actually, he had an untrained hole that he didn’t really know what to do with, so it would have been kind of just an ‘okay’ fuck had the circumstances not made it much hotter for me. He was shaking his head ‘no’ at the same time his hips kept thrusting back at me, muttering “Don’t… we shouldn’t… friends don’t…” (Now frankly I have always thought that viewpoint was absolute bullshit, there is no reason friends can’t fuck around and since I was a teenager the vast majority of my male friends who are gay or bi have also been either regular or occasional fuckbuds; both the guys who I knew prior to playing and the guys I met as tricks who became friends afterwards…) And it seemed like Frank was complaining with his head and his mouth only, while his body was absolutely NOT complaining. “Oh, I disagree Frank, I think friends SHOULD fuck, and often too,” I teased as I started a circular grind with my hips that made my cock in his confused hole really massage his prostate and caused him to yelp each time I hit it. “Of course, if you’d rather that I stop…” I stopped my grinding and started to slowly withdraw only to be stopped by his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back in to the hilt. “Don’t stop. Keep going, please. I can’t believe we’re doing this but I want more…I hated it the couple of times I tried before, but now it just feels so good,” he whined. Smiling at him, I tweaked a nipple and started to fuck again. He gave a heavy sigh, “oh yes, that’s good, wow… yeah, even better than the boys…” “There’s a surprise,” I grumbled, ‘Experience does count you know.” He was almost purring now, “oh that’s so amazing but you can’t tell my husband about this.” “Don’t worry, I will never tell Terrance about this, I promise” I said. “Or your husband, don’t tell him!” I chuckled, “Now that I’m sorry I can’t promise, but I can make HIM promise not to tell your hubby…” he looked a bit dubious so I continued, “don’t worry, and if it makes you feel better, I will let you fuck me later for as long as you want.” Frank smirked back at me saying “You know I think I will take you up on that…” I knew that a couple of guys were now lined up behind me, so I gave him two minutes of pounding hard bunny fucking, then leaned down, kissed him soundly (which he responded well to) and slowly pulled out saying, “we’ll continue this later, you have more admirers…” “I’ll hold you to that” he called after me as I headed out, then I heard “oh fuck yes, that’s good,” as Charlie took my place. I chuckled a bit and trotted quickly back to my room to add some additional leather items to what I had on – a big chrome taint-tickler cockring, two thick leather biceps straps for either arm, and my black leather master’s cap, and headed upstairs, stopping in the third-floor bath to piss and give my cock a quick soap and rinse, gargled some of the supplied mouthwash, then headed to room 38. I slipped in through the cracked door into what was the largest guest room in the place, at least the largest I’d been in. With the electricity still out, the only light came from a laptop running on batteries like I had been doing down in my room, and it was showing some serious fisting porn. Looking around there were leather and metal clad male forms in all directions. I saw Lou, Zar, Tom, Ed, Vice, Rocky, Marcel and his husband Sebastian, and one older guy I didn’t know who looked hot in all his leather, clamps and piercings. There was a lot of groaning and heavy breathing going on, I noticed. Sebastian was riding Vice cowboy style, Lou was balls deep in the hot older guy, and Rocky was being fucked by Marcel who turned and noticed me. “Yes, we are complete now – you must catch up! Let’s get this Daddy caught up with his three boys, yes?” He indicated a couple of loaded points on the nightstand. “Your boys and the rest of us have pointed, now it’s your turn. Do you do yourself, does one of your subs do you or would you prefer our assistance?” I was a bit surprised, on a number of levels - after all, Rocky had literally just blown his first T clouds and now he’d pointed already? Still slamming his butt back onto Marcel’s cock, Rocky smiled at me and purred,“I cannot believe how hot this is, I love this stuff!” The rest of my surprise and amusement came from the fact that Marcel and his crew assumed that I was Master and Daddy to my own crew of sub sons that consisted of Rocky, Lou and Vice. All right, so who’s to argue? I decided to play up to their assumptions and for the rest of the encounter I played Daddy/Master to the hilt even when bottoming; and as you’ll see, that turned out to be a good thing later. I answered Marcel’s question with “I usually prefer an admin from one of my boys, but since they’ve already done theirs, I’d prefer a steadier hand if one of you would?” “Gary will, he’s a nurse,” Marcel said, indicating the older dude I didn’t know. I was ordered to sit on the edge of the bed, Marcel pulled out of Rocky and Gary tapped out on Lou, and even Sebastian got up off of Vice. Hardly missing a beat, Tom sat on Vice’s cock, Ed rolled under Lou to get plowed and Zar slipped into Rocky’s now vacant hole. I chose the lower of the two doses offered, and while Marcel sat opposite me holding my knees, Sebastian lit the torch and pressed a pipe to my lips as I inhaled the smoke, Marcel wrapped the tourniquet while Gary alcohol swabbed me, checked the point, and muttered “not hard to find a vein on this guy… you ready man?” I nodded, breathing out a cloud and inhaling another. I felt the prick, “tell me if anything is off…” Gary continued. It wasn’t and he got a flash, then said “hang on!” as he injected me. Pulling my arm up, he snapped off the tourniquet. My breath caught, and surprisingly since I’d already been partying a good amount, I coughed hard a few times. “Wow, wow, wow – damn!” was all I had to say. It was a very good rush and after a minute or two, Sebastian stuck poppers under my nose, commanded me to sniff, then pushed me backward onto a pillow while his husband Marcel pulled my legs closer to him, leaving my ass hanging off the bed until he pushed my legs up further and steadily sank his long, lubed, monster dick with the huge P.A. into my now starving-for-attention manhole. I was flipped onto my back and managed to get out “Oh fuck that’s amazing!” before getting a shotgun from Sebastian, followed by Gary straddling me and lowering his hot sweet hairy hole down onto my face. My cock was throbbing hard on my abs and just as my tongue began to do its work on Gary’s silky hole, I felt a hand smearing lube up and down my cock and then a warm tube enveloping it as someone (found out it was Sebastian) sank their chute down my shaft and began to work his muscles on my cock like he was milking a cow. Nirvana! I was definitely in my happy place with my tongue fucking a hairy hole, my cock up a hairy hole, and a really long thick pierced cock up my hole. Very much ‘Lucky Pierre’. The sex that went on in that room for the next hour and a half was hot, varied, kinky, sweaty, delicious but also fast-paced – it was probably due to the effects of everyone’s slam, but no position or grouping lasted more than a few minutes each before a new pattern developed. So – at least briefly in some cases, longer in others – I had my tongue in every single ass in the room and sucked every cock, my cock was in every throat in the room, and had my cock in every ass except Vice and Marcel, had my fist in Marcel (he only took fist, not cock, and topped otherwise) Sebastian, Gary, and Tom. Double fucked Rocky with Ed. My own ass had every single guys tongue in it at some point, and about half of the cocks, though Marcel kept the record for the most amazing feel in my hole. I rode a double headed dildo with Zar and was briefly double fucked myself by Tom and Lou. All throughout, Vice managed to keep everything but a few tongues away from his ass despite the clear sign of his left only armband. Marcel, Sebastian and Gary kept trying to finger him, or rubbed their cocks on his ass while passing, and anytime the pipe or poppers got passed to him there were comments about “the inevitable” and “surrender” that I could see were making him a bit uncomfortable. Lou on the other hand seemed to encourage the teasing. Finally, after we had just shared a couple of seriously big clouds back and forth between us, Vice and I were standing side by side fucking two of the guys on their knees on the bed. While we were still kissing from passing our last hit, I felt something thin and lubed slipped into my hole and heard a squeak from Vice. A warm wet buzz informed me that I’d been booty-bumped, and it seemed Vice had too. Hands started groping our nips from behind as cocks were rubbed in our cracks. Vice looked a bit panicked and kept trying to protect his hole and redirect the inquisitive dick. I could tell he was uncomfortable and decided to intervene. “STOP.” I growled. “That’s MY boy and his ass is mine! I will say if, when and where he gets fucked AND if and when I’m ready to share that hole with anyone else. UNDERSTOOD?” “Sorry, Daddy,” Sebastian gulped. “My bad. We’ll try and keep hands off, but this ass is just so fuckable…” “And MINE,” I hissed as I slipped out of my bottom and got behind Vice. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I pulled myself up against him protectively – which left my hard slippery cock pressed vertically against his crack. Vice continued a slow screw of his bottom (I think it was Zar…) while I tweaked his nips and playing the role to the nines. Licking behind his ear I asked, “You okay now baby boy? No worries, I got you. Daddy’s got you…” “That’s much better, Daddy J, thank you…” my erstwhile straight buddy replied as he rolled his hips back into me with his fuck motions. Unintentionally? Or was he intentionally trying to drive me and my rock-hard tool insane? “Damn. You are one lucky boi,” Sebastian said to Vice, who shocked me with his reply “I know, he’s the best Daddy and treats me right”. Kissing each of us on the lips, Sebastian again apologized to both of us for “crossing the boundaries.” I would have laughed at his earnestness, but I was having problems right at that moment keeping myself sane and not ravishing my newbie buddy. Drama done; the others all turned back to whatever sexual act they were in the midst of while I started to back away, only to have Vice reach behind himself and pull me back, returning my chest to full contact with his back and my cock laying in the channel of his crack. Stunned but pleased, I continued twisting and pulling on his nips. Vice looked back at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom and whispered “Get me out of here, J, I can’t…” I put my finger up to his mouth and began to pull him to the door. “We need to take a piss and get a little air,” I announced to the room in general. “We’ll be back.” Once outside, closing the door behind me, I began, “I am SO sorry dude they were out of line… but I have to tell you, it’s a good thing we stopped because in another minute or two I was going to lose control and my cock would have been in your ass.” “Good,” he replied grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs. I started to stammer and he continued, “Shut up now. I can’t resist anymore, I gotta find out what this feels like. Lou keeps telling me ‘it’s inevitable’ and that he’ll have me before the weekend is out – and that excites me in some ways and pisses me off in others, just assuming I’m gonna roll over…” We had reached the door to my room, and I fumbled the key into the lock as he continued babbling, “well okay, maybe it is inevitable, but if it is then I choose who goes first and it’s gonna be the dude who told me how much he wanted to, but wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want, and protected me and didn’t just assume, but waited for me…” we’d gotten into the room and I was locking the door behind me as he concluded, “and with all our clouds, and bumps, and the slam and watching all these dudes love getting fucked, that last booty bump pushed me over the fucking edge. But I wanted YOU to do it… FUCK ME NOW!!” I almost shot right then. I got lube and poppers and Max and the pipe and torch out in record time, and popped the porn back on my battery-powered laptop in case he wanted to be distracted from getting his cherry popped. “How do you want it? On your knees facing away from me, riding me, or on your back face to face. Lighting the torch and rolling the bowl, I was excited to hear “face to face”. “My favorite,” I growled. “I’ve figured that out all by myself,” was the retort, but with a smile. I took a huge rip, locked lips with him and transferred it to his lungs, then knocked him backwards onto the bed with his legs off the side. As he blew out the cloud, I handed him the pipe and commanded him to hit it. I put a pillow under his head, another under his butt, and one on the floor directly below. I asked him to hold the pipe so I could take a big hit, and did so, sinking to the floor. I put my face right into that incredible ass and slowly exhaled into his pucker, then began to tongue fuck him, while he moaned and blew a few clouds of his own. I began to finger him with lube, giving him a bit of stretch until he loosened a bit. “Please fuck me already Daddy!” I indicated the poppers bottle and while he took a hit I lined myself up and began a slow insertion. “Push out,” I instructed, and my head popped in and his eyes bugged out. I went in stages, he started panting when I was halfway in, and after a rest he nodded and I sank slowly to the hilt. “Oh gawd, oh gowd, oh gowd… slow… NO don’t pull out… that… that… that’s freakin weird… ow… *gasp*… oh gawd, what was THAT, oh yeah, that again… damn, J, damn… this IS good… holy shit, can’t believe I’m letting my self get fucked and …. Ungh… damn… I like it… yeah go man, let’s go Daddy”. It was a sight to see. The number of emotions that played all over his face were amazing – fear, a bit of pain, confusion, surprise, puzzlement, more surprise, tentative smile, surrender, enlightenment, arousal, defiance, more arousal, pleasure and hunger. It was a veritable silent movie on his face as he gave me his cherry and found himself going wild for it. “Fuck!” he gasped, “now I know what you guys see in this. Wickie hawt. Never felt anything like it – yeah, harder, that feels really good!” I began a twisting motion that appeared to really hit his joy button, and he went wild, bucking underneath me, wrapping his legs around my back and pulling me deeper into him, then pulling my face down and raping my mouth with his tongue. That was some of the hottest making out I’d done in years, the enthusiasm level on his part was off the scale. We made out like animals as his hands traveled all over me, pulling and squeezing my nips, smacking my ass, rubbing my shoulders and pecs and lats, all the while his all but forgotten fat uncut linguica was rock hard and rubbing against my abs. Slowing but not stopping he indicated the pipe, which I passed to him while I held the torch, we traded a few hits, then put it down, and he looked up at me with a smirk, “Do it J-man, do me the way I saw you do a few of those dudes the last two days, the ones you let yourself go wild on. Go wild on me Daddy, I want it NOW.” For all the world sounding as commanding as I did earlier, his attitude turned me on incredibly, and we were back to that passionate pounding with desperate hands touching, feeling, squeezing, teasing everywhere on each other’s bodies. I pushed his legs up over my shoulders, licking and sucking his toes a bit as he moaned and cursed. He grabbed my oversized nips and pulled hard, which sent me over the moon, he continued to pull me down by my nips until our mouths met and our tongues pummeled each other with pleasure. When I really began to rabbit-fuck, adding a twist and grind with each in-stroke, he started bucking and writhing, and hyperventilating until he pulled me by the hips as far into him as possible. His mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt his cock release spurt after spurt of jizz, continuing its spasms even after there were no more cum spurts. “OH FUCK!” he hollered in the midst of it. Feeling him orgasm without touching himself, hearing that orgasmic scream put me right on the edge. As he was still panting from his release, he must have noticed my expression, and urged me on – “Do it daddy, fuck your boy, yeah blow it into me, shoot it daddy J!” At which point, I did. Shoot, that is. Lots. We stayed connected, catching our breath. “Good?” I queried. “Unbelievably good – can’t believe I did that… what the fuck?”. “Regrets?” I asked, concerned. “No. Well, yes…” I looked down as he smirked, “I regret not having tried it earlier!” We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – my for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!”

Another Real Experience - A Surprise Cloudy St. Patrick’s Day A quick one about a quick one two days ago. It’s been a really stressful couple of weeks work-wise and my patience was wearing incredibly thin on Tuesday. Despite being in communications hell, at least several commission checks finally came in so money was one thing NOT causing stress. I was done with work by noon and was to meet family and friends in the city at 8PM for St Pats celebrations. I really wanted to kick back with some clouds but (typical for the last few weeks) my guy was out and his contact was out-of-town. My favorite local FB who’s always up for sharing (’cause I split the costs) if he has and I don’t bemoaned not having and told me to let HIM know if I found any. Another bud who is also able to assist in most instances turned out to be on vacation. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. On pure chance, I called two buds of mine - a couple I’ve mentioned here before in a post about a FF party in Brooklyn they hosted that I wrote about. I hadn’t seen them since the holidays and finally having some extra dough and extra time thought I’d see what was up with them. Turns out they were home, and told me to stop by (which is funny ‘cause its about an hour drive). Amazingly, no traffic - everyone must have been over on Fifth Avenue at the parade and not the West Side Highway - so I was there by 2:30. Thinking I was just “borrowing a cup of sugar” I was even more pleased when they asked if I had any time to have some fun… I told them I needed to be back in Manhattan by 8 but was all their’s until 7ish. That worked for them as they each wanted some playtime but also each had some things to do around their place so they decided to each have a one-on-one with me giving the other time to do chores. I was led down to the playroom and did a quick cleanup and made some clouds before getting down to it with Mick first. He’s that perfect Daddy-type (like I’m not? j/k) nice hairy broad chest, ‘stache, great legs and hairy butt and a very thick cock. We got ourselves spun and traded blow jobs and rim jobs - I love rimming that hairy hole of his! Then we went over to the sling and traded fucks back and forth. Both of us being “recovering tops” (I was one of the first to top him a few years ago…) it takes both of us a little work to loosen up, but we did and threw each other two satisfying fucks a piece. Then it was Don’s turn. He’s way kinkier than Mick. I put some of my leather gear on from my travel bag (it’s always in my car for just these kinds of surprise session) while he sent himself into the stratosphere and I pumped my level up a bit. After some mutual oral action on the play sofa and the mats on the floor, I got him spread-eagled and restrained from the rafters. I clipped his nips, the insides of his thighs and the undersides of his arms and pits with clothespins, got a parachute around his balls (and he has a LONG sac I’m so envious of) weighted it and worked him over on cam with a leather flogger. Stopping now and then to adjust or move the clips and to puff up and shotgun him, we worked him into a good frenzy. Getting unclipped and down from his restraints I pushed him over to the sling, got his legs up and restrained and headed to work on his shaved hole. First a nice long tongue fuck, then some cock work and finally onto my hands. Nice, slow, sensuous and drawn out, I opened him up with fingers one, two, four - then alternating hands until he blossomed open and in went my left hand past the wrist. I’m double jointed, so even though I have medium large hands, they “fold” well and sometimes I have an easier time getting in guys then men with hands smaller than mine. Being double jointed (and still having a good amount of my flexibility from my days as a dancer) I can do something that drives Don and some of my other FF buds nuts. Since I was using my left hand, I turned it clockwise as far as it would go… then, I slowly rotate it back… 180 degrees… 270 degrees… 360 degrees… at just past 360 degrees, I get up off the stool and continuing to turn my wrist in the same direction I step over my left arm with my right leg (my butt brushed his low hangers briefly doing this) then bring my left leg over while still turning my wrist and get another full 360 degree turn of my wrist by the time I’m done - a 720 degree slow turn all in the same direction that most of my fisting buddies who’ve experienced it absolutely love. Don was in seventh heaven… and after a few huffs of Max Impact we went for my right hand in with my left and slowly but surely got both in. After grooving on that flex for a while it was time for me to get cleaned up and go meet my family for beers and corned beef and several bands, wondering if any of them had any clue I still had my metal cockring and harness on under my clothes along with a very happy but spent cock and lubed by satisfied hole…

I was out of town for this experience too. I was in another city just to visit a friend but the visit was over and I was in my car headed home when a fit 20 years younger than me otter (with abs) messages me on Grindr. This kind of event was just about as rare as the then president telling the truth, so I pulled over and parked and quickly messagedback. I get my second shock when he tells me that he wants to get high and roleplay father/son with me. That's a no brainer I thought. Of course! We plan to get a hotel room, so I turn back around and meet him there. He was going to be my son on the high school travelling baseball team and his team had just won the tournament they were playing. It was late, so we got a room for the night. We're chatting, getting ready for bed and my son asks if we could do something new like smoke a bowl and get high together? I've always been pretty conservative and had never done anything like that before. I really had no desire to, or did I think it was appropriate for an adult to do with his kid. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but the next thing I know, my teenage son has me blowing clouds out of this weird looking water pipe thing. And go figure, it doesn't take long for me to realize that I liked it! lol I'm feeling new energy and starting to get warm when suddenly my son starts to kiss me. And take all our clothes off. He says we're gonna do some nekkid stuff too. It didn't take long for me to know that I liked this nekkid stuff too! He even blew one of those cloud thingies straight on my cock, if that don't beat all! And my teen boy did that just before he stuck his teen cock right in the old man's back door. Course we didn't have to worry about no rubbers or nothin'. Not like I was gonna get pregnant. lol Anyway, after we had played everything out, high from both drugs and what we did, it was nice to cuddle on the bed with clouds casually blowing by, stretching out this moment before you cant feel it it's stretched so thin. This sexy fine fit and freaky otter says to me: "By the way, I also have a twin brother." Wha?! 😃😃😃 "But he's straight" 😭😭😭 "But we still mess around with each other some times" 😈😈😈

Near Home—February, 2023 My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit. I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month… I am standing behind a very cute young man. He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all. He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home. He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me. He looks me in the face. No reaction. His eyes travel to my crotch. And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre. I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first. No one is there. At all. Why didn’t I just follow the college kid? I go into the gay cinema. I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out. There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men. One of the Black guys I recognize from here. He always looks like he’s come here from the law office. He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it. The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard. His cock is smaller, but still impressive. As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand. I open my pants and pull out my dick. The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up. Only then do I look around the rest of the room. The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too. I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public. He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too. I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth. He begins to suck me. The three guys behind the door pause to watch. The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet. Limits shows off his skills. He licks my shaft. He deep throats me. He goes for my balls. Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure. Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue. He groans and takes me down again. The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us. He wants more than a hand. I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door. I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load. Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us. I gesture for him to come join us. He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock. He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat. I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat. Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air. His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time. We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue. That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum. The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us. And suddenly he stops. Limits get up and leaves the room. Scraggly Beard goes after him. I am left alone with the movie. I sit down again and watch. In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in. He walks right up to me. “He says you fuck. Will you fuck me?” “With pleasure…” Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat. He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh. He comes back to me. “You’re big—so let me sit on you.” He turns, his ass right in front of me. I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin. I hear him uncap his lube bottle. I lean in and begin to lick his ass. He gasps. “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans. “Eat my ass out, man.” I do. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face. I never thought he’d want to get fucked. His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue. He grinds back into me. I begin to tongue fuck him. He groans again. Finally, he stands up straight. He fingers his very wet hole with his lube. He moves back to sit on me. I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over. I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are. He does. I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I push slightly. His ass eats me up. I just glide in. SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. Then: “Fuck me, stud!” I begin to pump into him. His hand wraps around his cock. He jerks in time to the fucking. “Like that?” “Love it, man. You can fuck me anytime…” I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap. His hole spasms around my cock. He grunts and strokes himself faster. “Can you load me?” “Maybe.” I am so fucking turned on. “I want to feel you shoot…” He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor. His ass spasms with each ejaculation. I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 24, 2023

Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2

Chicago—May, 2023 And here it was Saturday. I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night. I was just tired from all that fucking. I had a very late breakfast. I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it. Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. My phone went off. It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight. Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon. He told me he was going in early. He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space. (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above. But it had always been fun. I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.) I ate a light dinner and got ready. I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band. I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar. I was even able to find free parking. I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use… There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour. We hug. We chat. We compare notes on the weekend. Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go. I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys. I take a look at the space. They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor. I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion. The pipes above are now hidden. The floor has been freshly poured with concrete. There are two slings along one wall. Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room. There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly. There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm. It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50? 70? in another 30 minutes. Keshawn has his hand on my cock. He goes to his knees and sucks me. Others around us are doing the same thing. I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck. He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him. I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him. Now. I stand up and slide in. I love watching his eyes roll back into his head. No sacks over anyone’s head tonight. Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick. I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced. I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours… * It is a racially mixed crowd this evening. It is good to be in a big city. A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees. He gives me some expert head. “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles. Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me. I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole. He whimpers as my tongue reams him out. Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open. But I do—and I stand up and push in. “Fuck me hard!” I build quickly. I slam into his butt. The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us. I fuck him hard—then pull out. “Clean my dick.” He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence. When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass. I grin at the bear and nod. He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again. We turn him once more before we all go on to different men… * I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.) The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen. His cock is large, though not massive. He has his buddy in the center sling. I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck. “Take a turn. You’ll love his ass.” He pulls out. I go to my knees and clean his dick. “You dirty fucker. You better lick his hole, too.” He doesn’t need to prompt me. I can’t wait. But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack. I lick and spit. I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass. “Now fuck him good.” I stand up and slide in. The top watches me fuck. And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level. But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke. I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation. I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock. I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack. I begin to pump again. Two strokes. Five. Let him clean my dick. And repeat. I fuck and the top stands up. “Let me do that with you,” I ask. We change places. He begins to fuck. I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls… * Keshawn finds me. He bends, leaning against the wall. He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again. I let him control how long we fuck. He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt. * I find the middle sling has a new occupant. He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp. He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock. He is being fucked by every man in the room. I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces. This guy must have a magic hole. The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him. It’s now my turn. I eat him first. He is incredibly wet. Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum. I stand up. We lock eyes. “Let me taste it,” he pleads. I bend over and kiss him. It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss. My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide. I finally break the kiss to fuck. Hard and long. Slow and sensual. And then my face gets buried in his butt again. “Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again. I lean and kiss him. This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack. I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck. Keshawn comes over and watches. He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow. “I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss… (To be continued…) The Original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 8, 2023

I met Jayden out at the bars as with most of my hookups. He was a blond twink about 6’1” with a bubble butt and great dick sucking lips. Excellent kisser as well. I took him home one night from the bars and he ended up fucking me doggy style with his 6 inch cock. I was in my trying to use a condom phase so I had him wrap it up. He didn’t seem to mind. After I jerked myself off while he was fucking me, I took the condom off him and sucked him off. He shot a nice load in my mouth that I let dribble out and down my face. I was definitely looking forward to another hookup, but didn’t get to see him for a few months. I saw him out randomly on the street downtown and we made plans for me to come over to his place. Just before I was supposed to go to his place I texted him to confirm his address and asked him if he had condoms. He said he did so I quickly headed over to his place. He was in a town house that only had a garage on the bottom floor with a small foyer and a staircase going up to the main house. I rang the doorbell and a few moments later he pulled me inside and started French kissing me with his beautiful lips. He quickly started stripping my clothes off and I took off his t-shirt and pushed his shorts down to the floor. We were both completely naked in a few seconds. He sucked my cock for a minute and then I returned the favor. I was down on my knees sucking him when he pushed me down so I was laying on my back on the floor, with my head on the first step of the staircase. He lifted my legs up and started rimming me. I was in heaven, his tongue felt amazing. “You have a condom?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said, barely stopping from his rim job. “Where is it?” I asked. “Upstairs in my bedroom,” he replied. “You want to go up there?” I asked. “No.” He said, continuing to rim me, occasionally licking my ball sack. “You’re not gonna fuck me?” I asked him. “I am.” He said. Then he spit on his hand and lubed up his bare cock with it. He put the head of it at my wet hole and started pushing in. “We should probably use a condom,” I said. “I’ll stop if you want me to,” he replied as the head of his raw cock pushed past my sphincter. I Of course I was too horny to stop him and let him slide balls deep into me. We started passionately kissing and he started jack-hammering my hole. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. Sure enough, a few minutes later he started moaning into our kiss and started to pull away. I wrapped my legs around his back and grabbed his head with one hand to keep our kiss going and jerking my cock with the other. His moans reached a fever pitch and he thrust deep in me. I could feel him flexing his cock as he bred me. I came a moment later, shooting a load up onto my chest. A moment later he pulled his cock out, his seed spilling out on the floor below my ass. He got up and went into his garage to get a towel from his laundry area. He cleaned up his load from the floor and wiped us off. “I’ve wanted to fuck a load into you since I met you,” he told me. “Looks like most of it came out,” I said. “Guess I’ll have to try again,” he said. The next time we made it up to his bed and his load stayed inside me.

One of the best things about cruising for sex is you never know who's gonna turn you on and what's gonna happen. Its the unpredictability that causes the buzz. You know that tingle in your cock, that beautiful ache in your balls, the twitch in your asshole. Its the expectation of a new fuck! I went out at the weekend to a club in town which has a good darkroom and cruising area. I met some friends; we chatted but not much was going on. As the evening went on I went to the cruising area and was immediately struck by a guy, I guess around 40, in sports gear: trainers, grey jogging pants, red t-shirt with the arms crudely cut off (I guess he'd done that himself) and a baseball hat. To be honest he was not really my type - a guy not prepared to accept his age; he was trying to look younger. The reason I was struck immediately was because as he went passed I caught the smell of sweat. Either he'd been working out or perhaps he'd already been having sex. It was like an instant turn-on. I felt my cock leap in my pants. And to get me horned-up even more I noticed, as he put his beer bottle high up on a shelf, thick black hair in his armpits. I was really, really hard, really, really quickly and all for a guy I wouldn't normally go for. He went into the darkroom and I followed as quickly as possible. It was busy in there and it took a while to find him by which time he was tickling tonsils with one guy and another was starting to chow down on his cock. Fuck, I thought. I'll have to wait. I stood to one side for a while. The cocksucker was doing great work on his cock. It was a good size and had a very red and now very wet head. I noticed my guy had very a hairy ass and was wearing a red jockstrap. If only I could get in on the action. After a while the guy kissing him got distracted. I think he was getting blown too. Anyway my guy was clearly really horny so I moved in and kissed him. He was fucking hot. I could smell the sweat on him, taste it on his neck, see it glistening on his shoulders. I lifted his arm and started to work on the pit. The thick hair was matted and wet and the smell deep in his pit was fucking rank. This guy hadn't washed for a while. But it was soooo good I could feel my cock stretch and tingle with excitement. I pushed down my jeans and my cock stood up to attention; he saw and took hold in his hand, jerking it quickly. Fuck, I didn't want to shoot yet. I moved his fingers to my balls and his mouth to my left tit. He was pulling hard on my balls and biting on. My nipple. Fuck he was turned on. And all the time there was a guy at his groin sucking on his hard cock. I wanted to fuck him. I had been fingering his ass a short while and moved in to massage his puckered little hole. He shifted slightly and I knew I was okay to fuck. I moved round and rested my hard and really blood-hot cock in his hairy crack. Its that moment when you think do I tell him I want to fuck raw. I took his hand and made him feel my cock. I whispered in his ear "Lube me with your spit, man!" He did as he was told and made sure my cock was slicked up and wiggled his ass. Great. I knew I didn't need to wrap. The guy sucking him got squashed as my guy bent over but the sucking continued. I felt my cock push at his pucker. Shit! Where is it? "Put me in," I told him and he reached round and helped me in. I felt the hole press and open as I slid into his ass. Well to cut a long story short, you'll know that I bred his ass and shot my load deep inside his guts. You've read that nmany times in these pages. The key bit I musnt leave out though is that as I plowed his ass, I had my face buried deep in his pit: the smell, the deep sweaty, stale, rank odour that I snorted deep up my nostril like some line of cocaine, was intoxicating. I drank deeply on this guy's body, sweat and saliva all mixed in with the stench. I didn't get to taste his salty load. That got gobbled up by the man squahed at our feet. I licked a little of my cum out his ass but he'd blown his wad so he was off. He pulled up his jogging pants and disappeared. The cocksucker and I remained to savour the moment.

I met up with a hot bottom at his apartment. Let's call him Lukas. When he came to collect me at the building entrance, I wasn't sure about him. Lukas had an average build, unremarkable. When we got to his apartment he pulled off his pants and I could see a perfectly formed bubble butt. Promising! Finally he took off all his clothes and crawled onto the sofa- face down, ass up. Holy shit. (I included his ass picture from his profile.) He was a thicc, smooth pig. Dark skin, Latino. Almost completely free of body hair. A layer of baby fat on his tits and stomach. Best of all, he had a stunning bubble ass, two soccer-ball cheeks joining to create a deep crack. His favorite position was doggy. I loved squeezing his tits while I stroked slowly in and out of his hole. (I don't think he could handle a hard or fast fuck.) We got spun up and started fucking. It turned out he was very bossy. "Don't put your knee there", "Don't use your fingers there" , "Kneel there", "Put that pillow here", etc. Every two minutes he asked me to add more lube to my cock. He poured some liquid lube into a half full container of Vaseline; I was expected to use it frequently. He didn't really play any real porn, except for two short videos on his phone. As I fucked him, he would keep telling me to spit on my cock. And every time I said something to him, I had to repeat it because he didn't hear it. So I kept my verbal-ness to myself this time and stayed mostly silent. Instead I thought about what it would be like to cruise his stunning smooth piggy bubble ass at a gay beach. Now, of course he was douched out, but only 99.8% clean. The 0.2% bit of dirt was not off-putting and added the merest hint of raunch. We fucked on the sofa for hours and hours in doggy position. The only other thing he really said to me was "your cock is so thick." Then he pulled me into his bedroom, keeping my cock inside him the whole way. He lay down on his back on the bed, lifted his feet into the air, fully exposing his sweet man cunt. I lay to his side, slowly pumping my raw cock in and out of him. My left hand was free to squeeze his baby-fat tits and nips. My cock stayed very hard - guys holding their heels in the air are so slutty hot. For me it was a very comfortable position, and he told me that it felt good. I think we stayed that way for a long time. Then he asked me to rim him. I told him he had to clean himself out again, which he did. Then he came into the living room and presented his ass. 100% clean. I kissed his big ass cheeks and then buried my nose and mouth in the deep crack between them. The massive bubbles squeezed my face like an oxygen mask. I found his hole and started to lick. The hole had been fucked nonstop for hours by my thick cock, so it was fairly loose and I could get my tongue really, really deep into it. Because of all the lube and Vaseline, his pussy was artificially sweet and very greasy, but that did not stop me from rimming it as much as possible, being the greedy pig I am. We went back to the bedroom to try the "heels in the air" position again, but I could not stay properly hard. At least ten times I had to pull my cock out of his pussy and tongue the fuck out of it to try to make myself hard again. But the moments of hardness were no longer enough to get my meat inside him, and his constant bossiness was distracting me, so eventually I gave up. I gave him one last rimjob- the deepest and wettest of the evening -- and then I left for my next destination fuck. It was 6:30am. Normally this would be the time of my "walk of shame", but there was still more partying to be had a twenty minute walk away. I met the other fuckers at a hotel. There were four of us; myself, Hot Pig Rob - whom I have written about before - Dan and Alex. Dan was a total top like me. Alex was allegedly versatile, but I quickly determined that he would be the Designated Spun Bottom. And boy was he spun. We all played on the bed. Alex the Designated Spun Bottom had a very average body, and a compact, slightly hairy ass. Dan the Other Top started to fuck him. Alex sputtered something like "I haven't been fucked in a long time" then started moaning as Dan began to dick him hard. Then Dan pulled his cock completely out of Alex and told him to suck his own ass juices off of it. Alex scrambled over on his knees to deep throat the cock, fully exposing his man cunt. I kneeled behind him and wedged just the tip of my own cock into his hole. I had seven more inches of bare poz cock waiting for him. After a moment Alex stopped sucking Dan's cock and then backed his ass up the rest of the way onto my cock. Balls deep. He slamfucked himself very hard for a few strokes, mumbling idiotically "I got two cocks... I got two holes..." Then he pulled away (keeping two inches of cock inside him) to continue sucking Dan off. Back and forth between our two cocks he was in spun pig heaven. I realized Alex was spun because he was muttering to himself the way spun bottoms do, and we could barely understand anything he said. He always lay on his stomach, spreading his cute legs and compact ass, clearly exposing his hairy hole. At one point I was behind him stroking and penetrating his hairy hole with my fingers. Alex seemed confused, and he said to Dan, "Someone is doing something to my hole but I don't know what." I was tempted to ram my dick inside Alex without notice, permission or lubrication. I approached him from behind. His hole was nice and tight. Without having seen my cock he moaned "fuck it's such a big cock ... it's gotta be nine inches". I was surprised because he was exactly correct. I started fucking him slowly while he mumbled incoherently to himself. An insatiable greedy party bottom-- his hole squeezed and chewed on my cock non-stop. He could not get enough and neither could I. On the other side of the bed, Dan the Other Top and Hot Pig Rob were getting ready to fuck. Dan was very pale, very white with a cute ass and a six inch cock. Rob, mostly a bottom, had a dark golden tan, and a big smooth ass. "Wow," I said. "Those guys are starting to fuck." A wave of ecstasy rushed to my dick as the live porn unfolded right in front of me. Dan climbed above Rob doggy style so that we could see both their fine round asses and Dan's meat stroking in and out of Rob's hole. "Two beautiful asses," I sighed as I pounded Alex's hole a little harder. "Look at those two pigs fucking," I said to him. "You can see the meat going in and out. Can you feel how stiff that's making my dick?" Alex the Designated Spun Bottom stammered "... your... dick... is... so... hard..." Dan reached over and I pulled my cock out to let him feel it. "Fuck, your cock *IS* rock hard," he said. There was muscle orgy porn playing on a laptop in the room. About twelve huge buff studs with massive cocks fucking each other relentlessly in an empty nightclub. They were all clearly high, with red faces and chests, huge dilated pupils, bulging muscles shining with sweat. Dan occasionally commented on one porn star or another, which was another turn on, because I love nothing better than watching porn while barebacking a hungry bottomless bottom. Dan said "I wonder what that bar smells like after all that raw sex. All that sweat and cum..." At some point, Alex passed out on the bed. I love when guys pass out while partying-- it's an invitation to rape. I kicked his legs apart and fully inserted my meat into his hole. But there was nothing. No sensation, no friction no tightness. It was like fucking a corpse. But despite that, Dan the Other Top said to me, "That is making me very hard." He switched positions with me and climbed on top of Alex but he also failed to make the fuck workable and gave up. I moved onto Golden Boy AKA Hot Pig Rob. Unlike Alex, his grade A bubble ass needed to be treated with respect. Deep rimming, then deep, sweet bareback stroking. But Golden Boy was already partied out, so it was a very short fuck. Five minutes later, Alex the Designated Spun Bottom jerked awake. "What happened?" he asked. I immediately climbed on top of Alex's back and started dragging my dick back and forth and up and down all over his ass crack and taint. "You like that?" I asked him. He sounded like he was about to cry. "Fuckin' stop teasing that hole and please just ram the whole dick in there." I needed to end the evening with one last orgasm. So I rammed my whole dick inside Alex's compact ass. ("No lube?" he asked pointlessly.) I started pumping as hard as I could and then took a great big huff of poppers. BOOM. I blacked out for a second as a huge orgasm came over me and I squirted deep inside Alex. The end of a great night.

Chicago—May, 2023 I had decided to do three major events at IML this year—and to not stay at the host hotel. All three events were in the northside gay area of Chicago, so why not stay there, too? It made sense. And it was cheaper than anywhere downtown, as the motel I reserved had free parking. I could always go down to the Congress for the leather market or for late night revels. I was happy with my choice to get out of the madhouse—and choose when to join the other leather folks. It was an easy drive into the city, but not through it. I-94 stopped dead for miles, right where it goes under downtown, adding 30 minutes to my usual drive time. Eventually, I checked in and got online. Well, after they gave me the correct password. I had nothing planned on this travel day. But a young-ish cumdump had set up shop in my motel, before he moved down to the Congress for the rest of the weekend. I checked in when he was in his last 45 minutes of his time there. He gave me his room number and I went downstairs… I knock. It takes a moment, but a mid-30’s man answers the door. He is on the phone. He pauses that conversation and asks if I could come back in five. I go back up to my room and wait. I go back down. He’s still on the phone, but this time he gestures me in. He then goes into the bathroom to carry on his conversation. I sit and start to strip. A young Black man is on one of the two beds, working on his phone. We nod to each other. As I get naked, but for the dirty jock and socks, the bathroom door opens. “Sorry. Work.” I get a better look at the main event. He is mid to late 30’s, short, cubby and Latino. He grins at my bulge and drops his gym shorts to the floor, keeping on a long t-shirt. He comes to me and cups my mound. “Nice…” he murmurs, before he goes to his knees. He unwraps the goods and takes me deep. Effortlessly. He does it repeatedly until he gags himself and comes up gasping for air. “Get up on the bed. I want to eat your ass.” CumDump scrambles up on all fours. His ass is wonderfully hairy. I dig in. The hair around his puffy hole is wet with leaking jizz. I lap this up as he groans. “You like that, don’t you?” he moans, remembering my screenname. I grunt assent. I can’t get enough of the who-knows-how-many loads after his 6 hours of being here. I make myself stand up. “I’m gonna churn those loads,” I tell him as I slide in. The poppers open and he huffs. The man on the other bed stops work and watches. “Film it…” CumDump tells the guy. The Black guy find his camera app and asks me if it’s alright. I nod and tell him even if he gets my face, it’s fine. I begin to pump and the camera man is everywhere, to the side, under me, in front of me, filming the fuck for his friend. After a few minutes of fucking in all that cum, I pull out and move to CumDump’s mouth. “Clean me...” He is on me before I can finish the sentence. He licks up the combined loads that are sticking to my dick. When he’s done, I go back and eat his hole. I have left it frothy. I ask how many loads. He’s not quite sure. Around 20. And I believe him. My mouth is planted over his hole. “Here, Daddy.” He pushes and I get a massive amount of jizz in my mouth. I savor and swallow it all. My tongue cleans him up all over again. I stand up and fuck him a second time. Harder. Camera man moves in closer to zero in on my cock pushing into the wet hole. CumDump is rhythmically squeezing my dick. I am feeling very good—very fast. I finally pull out so he can taste them all once again. This time I lie down so he can really feast on my wet dick. “Lick my balls, too. They’re covered.” He does. He licks me all over—and comes up to kiss me. We share a sloppy kiss. “Breed me, Daddy. Please.” I am not good at quick pump and dumps, but this guy seems to be the exception to the rule. I am so close to refilling his ass. I go back to his ass, pull him up onto all fours and sink to my knees to lick his hole once again. “You want more?” He pushes again. It’s not as much, but still a sizable amount of jizz squirts into my mouth. I groan. I swallow. I lick him clean. I want to seed this boy. I slip into his slick chute. I pump for a few moments. He reaches back with the bottle of poppers in his hand. I take a hit, still doing a slow in and out. The moment the cap is on I begin to drill him in earnest. “Fuck me! Fill me up!” “Want me to replace all that cum I ate?” He moans out his pleasure at the idea. I’m building fast. A few more strokes and I grab his hips, stop thrusting and let my balls empty into him. I can’t move for what seems like a long time. I finally pull out. He starts to turn, so he can clean my cock, but I hold him in place. I sink to my knees so I can clean up the mess I’ve made first—giving my cock time to not be ultra-sensitive. I lap up all my stray jizz that my cock head has pulled out. Only then do I stand back up and let him clean my drooling dick… * I told him about the blog as I dressed and he sent me picture for it. A very hot man knocked on the door as I was re-tying my boots. Why didn’t he get there 10 minutes earlier…??? The original post, with a picture, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The CumDump (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2023

Near Home—May, 2023 I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting. Here is the first. It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago… It’s a Saturday afternoon. The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus. I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot. I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre. It takes me a moment to see there are several men here and I can sit in the back row—in the infamous cocksucker’s seat. I sit—and unbutton. I hear jerking in front of me. It must be the older man with a very large bald patch. His shoulders are shaking to the rhythm of his self-abuse. Scattered around the room, three other men are kneading shorts or pants. One looks at me—and not at the screen. He is new to me, a big ex-footballer in build, Caucasian and wearing a ball cap. He stands up and comes nearer. He stands next to me. Now I can see, in his face, that he’s older than I first thought. Late 40’s or early 50’s. He continues to grope himself as he watches me stroke. Finally, he leans down, close to my ear. “Let me suck that thing. Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I simply spread my legs. He goes to the floor and takes me deep, the very first moment. He is a very experienced cocksucker. I sigh and knead his shoulder as he goes to work. Everything is right. No teeth, great suction and a sloppy wet mouth with incredibly versatile tongue action. At the five minute mark I tell him how good he is. He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going. The guy down front stands up and shoots all over the floor. This makes the man on his knees start a repeated deep throat on me. He is sure I am going to fire off at any minute. There is a moment that I think I actually might. But as soon as I think it—the tide of potential cum recedes. Did he feel my cock head swell and then go back down? He gets up, acting like he’s wasted his time. I tell him again how good it was and that it takes me forever to get off anymore. He grunts. I suggest he check back later. He goes out—letting the door slam. I sigh. The room empties out. I do up my fly and go next door. A burly Black man, who I see here all the time, is actually getting head. He usually just strokes. The man doing him is another regular. I leave them to it, as they seem to have no interest in me joining. I go back to the other theatre. There is a new man, jerking. He is all about the video. The one time I catch his eye, I do the nod to his hard cock—does he want help? He shakes his head and never glances at me or my dick again. I wait for the good cock sucker to come back—but I never see him again. The large Black man comes in. He stands against the back wall and jerks—obviously and man with the beard did not get his load. We make eye contact. He shows off his cock, but seems to not want me to do anything with it. He eyes mine—but just as bate fuel. A very old man comes in. He sits on the bench in front of me. He pulls out his cock. I can’t see it, but I can tell. He jerks—looking only at the threeway on the screen. The door opens again. I pray it is my cocksucker—but no. It is a man with a long hipster beard. The hair on his head is cropped close. He must be in his late 30’s. He would look totally at home behind the counter in a trendy coffee shop. Except he is kneading his crotch. He watches me—and then the Black man against the wall next to me. Back and forth—with an occasional break to watching the screen. Finally, he unzips. This makes the man against the wall jerk faster. I actually slow down. The three of us nod to each other—but neither man moves to me. I start to get up—and the bearded boy instantly turns back to the screen. We stroke. And stroke. We are now watching each other, not the movie. I assume the two younger men are going to go for it. I wait for one to go out the door and into the gay theatre so they can be in faux-privacy in the darkest corner behind the door. And guess, what? Bearded Boy shoves his regulation sized cock back in his pants and goes out. The man on the wall does the same. I stroke. I hear the gay theatre door open through the adjoining wall. I wait. I do myself up and go over. The Black man is nowhere to be seen. Bearded Boy is stroking more openly to the anal sex on the screen here. He nods to me again. And at that moment, the man I think of as the Cock Kisser moves into my line of vision and to his knees to ‘suck’ Bearded Boy. The guy is a horrible sucker—I know from years of him thinking his ‘kisses’ are going to get me off, with just my cock head in his mouth. I go back to the straight theatre and stand to the side so I can watch the guy who was in front of me jerk. Finally, I sit back behind him. I hear the door open and close next door. I go back. Bearded Boy is still there, his pants done up. We nod again. “He get you off?” Bearded Boy shakes his head. “Let me do it right.” I go to my knees and he unzips. He sighs the moment my lips and tongue envelop him. I suck. I tongue his balls, eliciting another groan. “You swallow?” I grunt a ‘yes’ and he gives me the size load most young men shoot… He thanks me profusely—finding his tongue after his orgasm. I have my left hand around his nuts, holding him in place so I can clean his cock. He thanks me again as I finally release him. He leaves. I do one more check. Now both theatres are empty—and looking out the front door, I see the only cars in the lot are the clerks and mine… So much for dropping that load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finishing the Job (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 30, 2023

My Playroom—March, 2023 Rock chatted with me on the fisting site. He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet. I was wrong. He liked all that I had to offer: a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports. We quickly found a date that worked for both of us. On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace. Right on time, Rock was at the front door. He is tall—taller than me, so likely 6’4”. He is thickly built, with dark blond hair. He’s in his mid-20’s, but has a lot of sexual experience under his belt. He also has a slightly goofy smile that makes him incredible charming. And hot. He comes in. He is sure of his clean out—so we head right down to the playroom. I show him where to stow his clothes and go back up to get rid of mine. I add the jock that I’m wearing to get dirty for an admirer and my boots. I go back down—carrying the coconut oil. Rock is waiting for me, naked, on his knees at the base of the sling. I had given him no instruction about it—he just knew his place… I step forward, my covered mound of cock flesh rubbing against his face. He groans as he begins to mouth the fabric. He’s really hungry—and I want to feed him. My cock hardens. I release it from the jock and it stretches towards his mouth. He takes about half my length in one gulp. His mouth is hot, wet and experienced. He gives really great head. I pull out and bring that active tongue to my balls. Instinctively, he knows to lick, not to try to suck them into his mouth. Eventually, I lift them by pulling up on my dick, so he can bury his handsome face just below, them—where cock ring and balls meet. It’s my turn to groan. “I need to eat your hole. Get up on the bench.” Rock does as he’s told. I kneel and my tongue pushes into his young pucker. He groans and I hear poppers uncapped and inhaled. I lick and prod. He opens easily as the rush of fumes relaxes him even more. I lube myself as I rim—and in moments, stand to fuck him for the first time. He grunts as I slide in. All of me. In one long forward movement. “You have even more cock than your pictures show,” he pants. I just hold until I feel his muscles relax. I begin the fuck. Slow and easy. “Fuck me, Sir.” He looks up into the mirror and sees me fucking. “Can I call you Sir?” I nod—and pick up the tempo of the fuck. Faster. Harder. Making Rock pant. I pull out. “You want to taste your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Love it. Makes me feel really slutty.” I bring it to his face, while he’s still on the bench. He licks his ass jizz off me—moaning in the back of his throat as he does it. I go back to fuck. I stay in him a little longer and repeat the ATM process afterwards. This time, I tell him to clean my balls, too, as his hole is super wet now. He savors each one. I go back to his upturned ass. I slap his slightly gaped hole with my cock. Piss spurts out, cascading down his moderately hairy ass crack. I kneel and lick it up, pushing some of the pale piss into his hole. I fuck him again. This time the cleaning of my cock and balls gives him his first taste of my clear piss. I pull out the egg-headed dildo. My cock has opened him, so it goes in with the merest hint of resistance. I pull it down and slide my cock in with it. He takes a hit as he realizes just how full he feels. I repeat it again—this time with my cock under the toy. “Clean my cock over here.” I toss the mat from the rimseat on the floor next to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed, my wet cock bouncing. He scrambles off the bench and kneels on the mat. He licks every millimeter of my cock and balls. When his mouth is on my nuts, I will myself to piss. I create a piss fountain that runs down my cock and unto my balls, where Rock can let it play on his tongue. He groans out his appreciation. I lean forward and bring his head up from my crotch. I kiss him, wanting to taste everything he is tasting. It lasts for a long moment, as our tongues wetly explore, then I push his head back down again to my drooling cock… * As I’m adjusting the stirrups of the sling for his height, Rock says “I love how you fuck—and I love your piss. If you want to skip the fisting, I am fine with just what we’ve been doing.” I agree with him—I can’t keep my mouth out of his hole and I’d rather not have the industrial strength lube in my guts. I fuck him for the first time on his back. I watch the pleasure I am giving him wash across his expressive face. I piss on his hole here. I lick it up and bring some up to his mouth. He gargles with it and doesn’t swallow, but lets it all flow out over his chin and chest. I go back and lick it off him. I crank him open with the speculum. I don’t think he’s had one in him before. I finger his prostate. And fuck with the device in place. I pull out and send a splash of piss into his open hole. Rock groans—and fuck the piss deep into his manhole. Now I want to really eat his ass. I set up the rimseat and lie down. This is a first for him. He sits gingerly on my face. My tongue slides deeply into his spread hole. He gasps. I mumble for him to hit his poppers. He does and proceeds to babble as I lick his fucked-up-and-pissed-out hole. My cock is achingly erect as I lick and spit on his puffy ass lips. Finally, I touch his thighs—telling him to get up. “I want to drink my piss from your ass.” “Fuck, Sir. Please.” I have him lean on the fuck bench for the filling. I fuck him for a moment, then stop—keeping my cock deep inside him. I take a swig from my water bottle and piss begins to flow from my cock. It fills his ass, bathing my cock in my hot juices. When I run dry, I pull out and lie back in place under the seat. I borrow his poppers and take a deep hit. They hit just as he settles down above me. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips. I probe deep. Nothing but a single drop of piss. I do it again. I hear Rock groan and he releases it all. A piss cascade. A slightly yellow waterfall is forced down my throat. He is moaning loudly as he feels it all leave his body. I had no idea I gave him quite so much—but all I can do is keep swallowing. He slowly goes to just a dribble, leaking from his ass. My tongue works into him—and he really is empty now. My cock is drooling—and Rock even mentions how hard I am. I get him to stand. “In the sling. I want to see your face as I breed you.” I am on a mission—I need to shoot in that hot ass. I want him to have my DNA. And now! He gets in, his legs on chains, not taking the time for stirrups. I sink into him. I fuck. Hard. Rock, who has quite a big cock, erects as I fuck. He knows what’s coming. I do one last rim—and I’m there. I stand up and get my dick up his slick hole just in time. I pump spurt after spurt into him. I grab the top of the frame and just hang there—letting my cock marinate in his asscunt. “Fuck, Sir. I swear I could feel it…” I let go and go to my knees. I lick up the escaping cum. I keep it in my mouth. I stand up, lean across his chest and snowball our mixed juices into his hungry mouth… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Up Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 10, 203

After the military I got out and went back to school. A graduate student wooed me and I had my first bf. One night, without asking he penetrated me without wearing a condom. It freaked me out, but I never forgot how it felt. At th end of the school year we went our own ways. I had a few different boyfriends, gradually preferring bareback more and more until 2010 when I began dating a guy I was with for 10 years. During that time I ran two marathons, took the stage as a bodybuilder, traveled to 5 of 7 continents, 7 different countries and 3 cruises. And plenty of raw sex.

According to Japanese folklore, there is turtle-like water creature called a kappa (one of the yōkai) with a malevolent habit - it seeks to steal a human’s shirikodama. It was believed that humans carried within their bodies a small onion-shaped ball that contained their life-force or soul, which resided either just inside the anus or deeper in, called the shirikodama. The kappa greatly desire these objects (for reasons unclear) and the Japanese were warned to use caution in the water because a kappa might reach up their ass and steal their shirikodama, with fatal results. It has been suggested that this folklore arose as an explanation for why drowning victims may present with an open or extended anus, looking as though something had been removed from it. This seems plausible, but every time I come across a reference to the shirikodama I can’t help feeling like there’s more to it - I know than when a Top penetrates my anus, he touches something that feels an awful lot like my soul. And I’m not talking about my prostate, though that could also be a way to interpret it (though women also have a shirikodama and kappa aren’t picky). In particular, kappa do their deed by reaching into the anus with their hand, so it does somewhat speak to the ecstatic effect many report from fisting. I personally have not found it so either time I’ve taken one, but that may simply be due to technique. I also feel, when I’ve been fucked, that the Top takes a bit of me, perhaps my life force, but if he breeds me he adds the share of his own that is carried with his seed, so my shirikodama is replenished, not lost. I can’t help wondering if there’s not some deep Eastern understanding of the tie between human spirit and human sexuality that we’ve forgotten here in the West, that lies deep within the heart of this fable.

I have the supplies I just need someone to administer to me I’m always missing the veins

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

Indianapolis—July, 2022 I accepted a contract to do some work in Indiana for the month of July. The first week there was intense and I had absolutely no time to even think about playing—until I suddenly did. The powers that be decided to give us Saturday night off. I couldn’t believe it—it was the night of CumUnion at the smaller bathhouse in Indianapolis. I cleaned up and got in the car. I tried to convince Keshawn to meet me there, but he had other plans. I got a locker in the basement. On that level there is also the wet area, several rooms, some porn viewing, exercise equipment and a gloryhole playroom. The middle floor is the entrance and lobby. The third floor has the sling, a room with a fuck bench and cross, more porn viewing areas and a host of single rooms. There were men about—maybe 30 of them, and mostly 40 years old and up. I was a little early, but I had to leave no later than midnight to get enough sleep for work on Sunday. I sat in the smallest of the porn areas, pulled out my dick and waited to see who would appear… He’s a mousy looking man around my age, wrapped in a huge towel. There are sofas in the room that form an L shape. He sits, tentatively, on the one long side of the L looking across at me. And my cock. He can’t take his eyes off it. “If you want to suck it, do it.” He nods and carefully gets down on the floor in front of me—still wrapped tightly in his towel. He kisses my cock head—and then my balls. His mouth opens and he takes the head of my dick into his mouth. He’s good. Not great. But a nice way to start the night. A slightly beefy man, with his towel on his shoulder and his cock swinging, comes in. He is my age too, with likely shoulder length hair that is pulled back into a ponytail. He stops when he sees sex happening. His bigger than average dick swells. He strokes, watching us. I nod to him. I’d be fine with him in my mouth as I continue getting head. But he has other ideas. He drops to his knees behind my sucker and roughly pulls off the guy’s oversized towel. He spits on the man’s ass and again on his cock. He pushes into the guy’s pucker, with barely a murmur from the man giving me head. I watch the fuck. Ponytail is pumping hard enough to move the guy forward—and down slightly farther on my cock. My sucker works harder—now that he is filled at both ends. Moans occasionally escape from around my cock in his mouth. “Take it,” mutters Ponytail. Moments later the man in the middle needs a break. Ponytail pulls out, but stays there. He sees all of my cock for the first time as the sucker gets up and quickly covers himself with the large towel. Ponytail bends and takes me in his mouth. He is better—more insistent. Wetter. Really trying to pull my cum out of me. Ponytail takes a break, looking up at me. “Fuck me?” “Maybe in a bit,” I say, wanting to ease into the scene just a little more. Ponytail nods and goes back to sucking. A couple, in their late 50’s, come in. Both are tall. The tatted one has a shaved head and is ruggedly good looking. His partner has a fringe of greying hair, and a hairy chest. Instantly Ponytail gets up and goes to Hairy Chest. He drops to his knees and starts sucking him. I stand up. Shaved Head goes to his knees and starts sucking me. He’s the best of the three who have been on my dick tonight. I can’t help but reach down and feel the butt cheeks of this hot man. Hairy Chest nods to me. They really are a couple, then. I finger Shaved Head’s puffy ass lips as he continues to suck me. Ponytail stands up. He impales himself on Hairy Chest’s cock. This makes Shaved Head turn away from me so he can watch his man fuck Ponytail. Hairy Chest plows him hard. Suddenly he stops and nods to his partner. They take off. I go to Ponytail. I want his hole. Now. I sink into him—for the first of many times that night. He’s wet and hot. His ass is still tight. He groans around my cock. I just keep fucking… * I wander. I play a little with the youngest man here, maybe late 30’s in the dark room in the basement. He loves sucking my cock, but has no interest in anal. I send him to the steam room to suck off the daddies who have congregated. I wander. I find the couple in a room on the third floor. “Come in,” says Hairy Chest. “Let my boy suck you.” He is resting a cheek on the narrow bed. Shaved Head is fully on it—and naked. I join him, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. Shaved Head goes to work on me. His partner gives him pointers every once in a while. “Go for his balls’ or “Take it all down.” Each time he speaks, Shaved Head does what he says with even more enthusiasm than before. “I would really like to lick his ass,” I finally tell Hairy Chest. “You should. Get him ready for your cock in his hole.” This seems to be news to Shaved Head. But he gets on all fours and presents me with his hot butt cheeks. I dive in—my tongue opening his hole easily. I don’t think he’s been used tonight—he still tastes of the shower. Shaved Head begins to pant. Hairy Chest reaches over and begins twisting the nipple closest to him. I rear up and slap my engorged cock on his now wet ass crack. I smear some precum on his hole and go back to tonguing him—all under the watchful eye of Hairy Chest. “Get on your back. I want to see your face as he eats you out.” SH flips. There is no room for me, so I get on the floor and pull him around so I can kneel there and eat him out. Shaved Head is panting. Hairy Chest is now really twisting his nipples hard—especially the nipple in the middle of a faded bio hazard tat. I lick and spit and prime him for my dick. I stand up and begin the entry. “It’s been a while for him,” Hairy Chest tells me. I can tell. But when I have half of my length in him—he suddenly opens up and I glide in the rest of the way. I fuck him with every trick I know—pleasing him and the man watching. * I get some head from a man I met before in Indy at a basement dungeon party. He apologizes that he is not prepped for anal. But his mouth is great. I fuck Ponytail again. First in his room—and then we take it to the sling. He stays behind at the sling and tops another man. I wander. I should be going soon. And I know what I want. I find the couple. “May I fuck your boy in the sling?” “Absolutely.” Their room is right across from the it. I get Shaved Head’s feet in stirrups. Hairy Chest sits on a bench, his eyes on us at all times. I kneel and begin to eat his hole. Shaved Head whimpers. I think someone has been up him since I was. I love the taste of the added juices. I stand up. This time it is an easy glide into his ass. Hairy Chest stands to see better. I begin to pump into the man. “Fuck him good.” I do, long dicking him with each stroke. My pubes grind against him. “May I breed him?” “Absolutely.” I keep fucking. My cum is churning in my balls. It won’t be long now. Hairy Chest knows it. Shaved Head can feel it. HC holds a bottle of poppers under my nose. That does it. I flood Shaved Head. Blast after blast. I hold onto the chains and marinate in him until I trust myself to move again. I go down to his ravaged hole. I kiss it lightly, first, as a thank you. My tongue instinctively slithers into him. I am rewarded with a dollop of my jizz. I stand, bend and feed it to the groaning man. We kiss and snowball my cum. I move down and kiss his tat, brushing it with my lips. Hairy Chest is there to kiss me as I stand up again… The original, as always, is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Couple at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Auguust 14, 2022

Installment number Seven of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday night after the guesthouse doors were locked and as Charlie was getting his “revenge” that his hubby was loving, the orgy commences. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 7 “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. FRIDAY NIGHT: FUCK STORM This grouping in my room lasted about 20 minutes as we all blew clouds and fucked. Miles, after about 10 minutes, asked to switch so he could top, I agreed and he stood up, followed by me, and then Ed stood as well: I looked back at him in surprise. “You don’t want Miles to sit on that?’ I asked. “No offense Miles, you’re a hot little fucker,” Ed replied. “But I am always the top at home – how about you fuck our host, and he fucks me?” “Hell, yeah!” I responded, turning Ed around and pushing his chest onto the bed, leaving his plump hairy butt exposed. Still standing myself, I bent at the waist to dive face first into his crack. Ed had a beautiful hole, and that beefy manly ass was just what I was wanting after a bit of twink overload! I indicated to Tom to pass me the lube and Max Impact, and I felt him slip a crystal into my hand along with the lube. Leaning forward but not letting Lou’s cock out of his hole, Tom held a cloth with the Max at his husband’s nose and mouth and Ed began to suck on the cloth, then moan once I slipped that rock into his manhole with the lube. “Help him have a good time I can’t give him,” Tom whispered in my ear, then sprayed more on the cloth and had me huff. Moving forward, I slipped my cock pretty easily into that daddy-ass and tossed “Come on in Miles, the water’s fine” to the young southern jock twink behind me. I barely said the words when I felt the kid slowly push his pud into my own hole. The three of us started to moan and and throw a wild, rough, hard bumpy standing fuck between the three of us. The rest of the houseboys were actually cheering Miles on and commenting that they had no idea he was such a good top – in the midst of my pleasure, I chuckled a bit thinking things down in the houseboy bunkroom might be a bit different from now on, and that Miles might be really exhausted by the time the season was over. Meantime, Ed’s hole was a delight – big muscular and hairy, plus he was tight from not being topped often but did have some muscle control he used on me quite well. I was really pleased with this start to the evening. Activity continued while this was going on, and little Seth was now riding Vice’s cock while Karl took a spin with Father Frank. That was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye because Karl was actually bigger than the good priest but Frank seemed like even if he were crushed to death, he'd enjoy every second. Seth paused and stood up, saying “Mister J, it’s really stuffy in here and I can’t breathe, can I open…” As he moved toward my window to perhaps crack it or something, a bright white flash followed immediately by a roll of deafening thunder shook us all, and Seth nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a fightened squeak the rest of us couldn’t help laughing at. Lou piped up, “Leave the window be. Let’s join the others outside, and let me and J-man lock up this room for a bit to air it out.” Amazingly, they all acted right away, getting up, using some wetwipes on various holes and asses, and started to head out. Tom and Ed made me promise to hit their room later, which I was all in favor of. Karl and Seth pulled Vice along with them while Lou and I promised Vice we’d catch up with him shortly. Father Frank had Miles in tow, and from the way Miles was sizing up Franks ass, the kinky padre might have been in for a real surprise… I thanked Lou for getting the guys moving, as I really wanted to indulge in the variety offered out in the rest of the guesthouse. He agreed as we took a couple of puffs before locking away the pipes, and putting caps and tops on lube and such. Lou suddenly said, “You know my man, you’ve done an amazing job with our boy Vice, I can’t believe he’s here doing this and seems totally comfortable with it…”. “It is pretty hot.” I replied. “He’s a sexy guy whose never had any of his girlfriends compliment or appreciate him, and he seems to be open enough to allow himself to try something that most guys like him would consider off limits. He’s a nice guy and he’s been great company today, in all ways.” “I just wish you’d gotten him just a bit further, I gotta tell you the amount of time I’ve dreamt of tapping that fine Portuguese ass of his… so close, but still so far.” I told him I did not want to make Vice do anything he really didn’t want to and that he might just decide to give bottoming a shot if HE was allowed to make the decision after seeing so many guys take it and enjoy it and even crave it. “Just don’t push him, or he might never try it,” I concluded. “I will leave that in your capable hands,” Lou said as we both chugged some Gatorade and locked the door behind us. Both of us needed a piss, hit the bathroom quickly then went off in opposite directions, him up the stairs to the third floor while I wandered down to the first. The two front guest rooms had their doors open, and a fisting scene was going on in one of them, I was beckoned in by a guy I could barely see, and found myself side-by-side with Zar the manager as we sat on a bench working two beautifully open holes in front of us on their knees on the bed. I alternated hands and used all the twisting, slow turning, expanding and internal stroking in my repertoire and it looked like Zar had some damn good skills too. After about 15 minutes or so, the couple on the bed called for a break and Zar told me to follow him down to the staff area to wash the elbow grease and j-lube off. That’s where we found the houseboys Lorenzo and Noah had joined Karl and Seth in keeping our boy Vice entertained, and I chuckled as he mouthed “SAVE ME” while the boys were swarming all over his hot body. Zar and I got some Dawn dish soap and after a few minutes our hands and arms were dry and free of excess lubricants. Zar and the boys and Vice and I were taking a few puffs off of Zar’s monster water bong when the storm outside reasserted itself in rather dramatic fashion. Another huge boom of thunder was followed by a loud crackling sound from outside the building and then another loud BANG as we were siddemly plunged into complete darkness. “That had to be a transformer blowing out on Commercial Street,” one voice said, only to be followed by a muttered “No shit, Sherlock…” Zar was feeling around for his flashlight which he found quickly. And ran to the top of the stairs shouting at the top of his lungs “It’s just a blackout. We get them a lot. Stay where you are for a minute until the emergency lighting comes on, then continue with what you were doing. I repeat, continue with what you were doing once the emergency lights come on!” (It's true, by the way, Provincetown does get blackouts a lot (or it did in the 90s when I lived there and still did in 2006 when this party happened.) Zar came back down the stairs to the rest of us and asked us all to come upstairs so the houseboys could circulate and keep people calm. Personally, I thought most would barely notice the blackout, but better safe than sorry I suppose. Besides I was hatching an idea as I looked up the staircase to the main floor and saw an emergency light on at the landing. I asked Zar if there was one of those on each landing and he replied “of course”. “Then it’s time for our little show, isn’t it?” I smirked at him. “The third floor landing might as well be a stage in this lighting. Let’s take advantage of it…” Zar looked positively wolfish and nodded. I reminded Vice that he was going to help us put on a show, and he was all in except to remind Zar that he wasn’t getting fucked. Zar was fine with that so long as Vice fucked him! We grabbed a few necessary items before leaving the cellar and headed all the way up to the third floor. The landing there was visible from all the doors on the third floor, plus most of the doors on the second floor due to an open area for the stairwell and the fact that the landing was a good sized 5’x5’ or so, with a perpendicular step up on either side to the third floor hallway that was split with two narrow pathways along the stairwell opening until joining again into one wider hall past the floor opening. It was perfect. “Fake them out,” Zar whispered, “you fuck me first then I’ll flip to fuck you. And you,” he squeezed Vice’s cock, “you can fuck whomever is topping or have the bottom suck you or rim you. Yes?” We both nodded affirmatively in reply! Throwing down a thick towel on the landing, Zar got on his knees in the “spotlight” and started growling “Come on Daddy, you and your pet Straight Boy do me right…”. Now down on my knees, I rimmed him for a bit then slapped his butt a few tmes and got him to turn facing one of the single steps so that Vice and I could spit-roast him and everyone could see all three of us, all while Zar continued a loud twisty monologue about Daddy and the Straight Boy. Finally after a few minutes of me munching down on that pale skinny but tasty butt, I was ready, moving up closer behind him and with a touch of the lube we brought, sank my cock into him to the hilt in one maneuver. “Fuck yeah, Daddy, that’s the way, wreck this hole!” By this time, Vice had come around to Zar’s face, knelt, and pushed his cock into the skinhead’s mouth with it’s tongue piercing, saying “That’s MY Daddy, not yours, pig, now shut your trap, start sucking and take that fuck like a man!” If that wasn’t so hot coming out of Vice I probably would have laughed my ass off and lost my stride, but the scene was smoking enough that it just added. I will admit I raised an eyebrow at Vice while Zar hoovered that cock into his mount. Vice whispered “Just sayin the shit they say on all those pornos we watched…”. I covered the bark of laughter I wsnted to let loose by playing up the RP we’d fallen into, nodding and saying out loud. “yeah cocksucker, if you ever want to join my boy and me as another son and brother, you’d best listen to him and me, and be the best whore ever… cause this is exactly where you want to be, am I right? AM I RIGHT??” He briefly pulled off of Vice and said “Fuck yes! Fuck I want to join your family of boys!”. Soon, Vice pulled his cock from Zar’s mouth and standing offered it to me, so I sucked him while I continued pounding hole. I switched Zar onto his back and we shared Vice’s tool between our mouths, then Vice sat on Zar’s face while I commanded him to “Rim that straight ass…” before sucking Vice down my throat. Then Vice pulled away, turned around and got on his knees facing away from me, dropping his hard tool into Zar’s panting mouth and offering me his beautiful ass to eat. “That’s my good boy, giving me his hairy straight ass to eat… That straight ass is mine, isn’t it boy?” “Yes, Daddy! Its yours! Tongue my hole!” While I was super turned on, I have to admit the professional actor in me was thinking, “Damn, the kid’s good, he should consider the Stage…” After a few minutes of this Vice stood (having whispered something to Zar) and came around behind me, dropped and started eating my hole with gusto. “Do it bro,” Zar hissed. “Get Daddy’s hole ready for me!” I thought I heard a bit of a stir from the crowd we had watching, they were totally caught up in our Role Play. Vice tongued me violently as I continued to slam my cock into Zar, until with a roar, I blew a load up his incredibly talented hole. After a minute or so of me catching my breath, I said “Okay, Daddy’s ready boy, prove you are worthy!” I sucked his long thin white cock with the really big P.A. for a minute or two, then stood, grabbed the railings on either side of the stair I was facing and bent my self over while standing. I could see through my legs that Zar was lubing that cock of his up while he tongued my ass a bit. Vice moved around toward my head, and once Zar had inserted the metal piercing and he head of his cock and began sliding into me, Vice got under me and sucked my cock into his mouth getting me hard again! Those watching were groaning and murmuring almost as much as we three were. Vice then got up again and moved back around Zar while lubing his big tool and then pushing it hard into Zar starting us into a threeway standing fuck. Zar was nearly screaming “Yeah, fuck me straight bro, fuck me!” We eventually all sank to our knees where we continued the fuck and Vice’s wrapping his arms around Zar and yanking and tugging at the skinhead’s pierced nipples sent Zar over the edge and unloading into me while a minute or two later, with a “FUCK YEAH”, Vice unloaded in Zar. While panting like dogs on a hundred degree day, we all rolled into a sitting position on the towel while the guys watching hooted and clapped. “Thank you, thank you” I proclaimed in my “traimed theater voice. “Our show is now over. Please go fuck yourselves – in only the best ways possible!” That triggered an actual group laugh and those watching scattered back to their own sexual adventures. “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!!

Another Real Experience - How Big Are Those Cocks? This is another true party story from about a year and a half ago. A long term play buddy of mine on the Upper West Side had started using his large floor-thru apartment near Columbia University as almost a full-time party location and meeting place. Additionally as time went by, he began to also help guys find the potions and combinations that enhanced and ramped up their sex experiences. My buddy Jack was a shorter white guy, with a steel grey buzzcut and goatee - he was around 60, but kept a very muscular body with just a bit of belly - he had a nice cock and a beautiful ass. He still liked to play himself, but sometimes was so busy setting things up and dealing with the guys who came simply for favors that sometimes he could not have the sex sessions he planned... and someone else might benefit from what he'd set up for himself. That's what happened to me that fateful Friday. So one summer friday, responding to an invitation for a play session he'd set up with me the day prior, I headed to his place and arrived around 5pm. Jack figured we'd play a bit early, he'd break for a while to take care of those arriving in the early evening for favors, then begin playing again when he was through - while I could continue with any other guys who happened to be staying for his evening play party. When I got there, he was already mostly naked with some leather, so I also got out my harness, metal cockrings, armbands and the like and pulled on a jock-strap until things really got started. He had two adjoining rooms, the smaller had a daybed type affair and his computer desk the other larger room a very big bed and most of the porn screens. We sat by his desk, puffing on a huge glass bong and shotgunning while we chatted and he let me know some of what was going on that evening to come. He also gave me a vitamin "v", and I started getting hard watching porn over his shoulder as we chatted and puffed up. I needed to piss after a bit (and as we were not yet playing, I didn't think there'd be any issue with me getting rid of a bit) and he said to just make sure I knocked before going into the bathroom as there was someone showering and cleaning up in there. He also told me to take my time as he still had a few IM's and E-mails to respond to before he could take a break. Cool, I thought, I can wait outside if they're shy and show-off if a bit if they are not. Headed to the bathroom on the other end of the apartment - down a LONG corridor past the front door, then through the living room, into the kitchen and then to the bathroom which adjoined the third bedroom located all the way to the rear of this long narrow apartment. I knocked on the closed bathroom door, and heard a familiar voice ask who it was... I called out my name through the door and heard "just a minute, then I'll open up..." While I was waiting, the door to the bedroom opened and Derrick, the guy renting that room from Jack, opened the door naked with a bong in one hand and torch in the other. Derrick was a wiry very white guy with a ripped body, lots of ink and a damn big cock. He was also a very popular DJ and party organizer, and also an escort. "I heard it was you out here, and I wanted to talk to you a second... here" he said, handing me the bong and using the torch to melt the T. As I was shotgunning him, the door to the bathroom opened and he hustled me inside. The occupant was Craig, a 20-something African American guy with a soccer player type body and nice size cock. He was from the same part of the south Jack was from. Craig was a nursing student, and was staying with Jack partly as delivery man, partly as assistant, and partly as fuck buddy. I took my piss as we three shared shotgun hits from the bong. Derrick told me he was glad I was there, because he had set up something for the evening that was really special for Jack, fulfilling a fantasy that Jack had been wanting to try for many years. He was glad I was there because he himself could not stay long (escort clients, you know) and Craig would likely be in-and-out, so Derrick was pleased that there'd be someone with real control there who could make sure the scene didn't get out of hand. Had to admit I was damn curious at that. While Craig pulled out some Testosterone Gel (this was just before they started making an issue about them) and started rubbing some into my muscles and his own, Derrick continued, telling us he had set up a gang bang for the evening with three EXTREMELY hung black top guys. All claimed also to be straight but just liked a walk on the wild side occasionally, especially when lots of party favors were involved. We all took a few more hits off the pipe while we each took turns giving each of the other guys a quick suck and a quick rimjob. We didn't want to leave Jack alone for too long, and Derrick was "working" in a short time, so he headed back to his bedroom while Craig and I went forward to Jack's two adjoining rooms in the front of the apartment. Jack and Craig and I got onto the daybed and sex play got started. All three of us are vers, with both Craig and I leaning more to top and Jack more to bottom. Still in our first round, we totally round robin-ed with each of us sucking and rimming each of the other two, each of us getting fucked by the other two and each of us fucking the other two. A very nice start to the evening, let me tell you... We took a break as John had guys coming very shortly for party favors and Craig was going to need to get things ready for a delivery run. I kicked back watching porn and we puffed the pipe some and a few guys came through... some heading right back out, others hanging a bit to see if they'd be invited to hang for a bit and get into the scene. After a bit, Derrick came into the room with some guys behind him. Derrick announced that Jack's "birthday present" from him was here, and Jack looked like a kid in a candy shop. One guy, Alastair, was a lean lighter skinned Jamaican guy with dreads and a goatee and appeared to be in his 40s; Pierre was a shorter darker Haitian guy who was neither toned nor flabby but was smooth all over and could have been anywhere from 30 to 50; finally there was Alex who was early 20s, very nicely muscular and looked like the All-American College Jock type. And as they stripped down, they all had cocks that were pretty damn big while soft... The guys were given a nice big baggie from Jack along with some vitamin-v. We sat around watching the porn and hitting the pipe hard. At first Alastair and Pierre were really quiet, and I guess to some people a bit menacing. Two of the guys who'd hung around slipped out quietly, while I noticed that the next few of Jack's arrivals didn't even bother staying for more than a puff or two. The three guys prepared points for themselves and the rest of us puffed on the pipe. Craig passed around drinks with G and the guys started to mellow a bit. We were down to the three of them, plus me and Jack, Craig and Derrick - who each would be leaving shortly - and a string bean of a white middle-aged top named Jimmy and a cute Hispanic twink, Rico. The three "friends" of Derrick's started to get hard, and holy shit! I've been a player since I was a teenager, and these were some of the biggest cocks I'd encountered in all that time - almost impossible that three of that size were in the room at the same time. Alex, who did some porn occasionally, had a beauty of 9-incher, and Pierre a slightly longer, and somewhat fatter battering ram that had to be 10 inches. Then there was Alastair. He was slowly fisting a cock that seemed impossibly long - someone whispered "how big IS that thing?". Alastair rather smugly replied "Thirteen inches" to which Jimmy responded "No way." As proof, Alastair pulled from his bag a goddamn TAPE MEASURE to prove it - said he got tired of people not believing him. Sure enough, it was past 12 1/2 inches long - officially making it the second longest cock I'd ever personally encountered. "Satisfied?" he growled at Jimmy, who looked a bit scared. All three seemed to be getting impatient with waiting for Jack to finish up though when Rico tried to go down on one of them he was pushed away. Jimmy and Rico retreated to the daybed behind Jack's computer and started to fuck around. It was also becoming obvious that Jack was VERY upset about some message he was getting on his phone and he started to curse under his breath. The three guys looked a bit pissed and started whispering stuff to Derrick and then Craig who moved over to them to see what was going on. Craig went back and forth from them to Jack. Finally, Craig and Derrick came over to me and began to talk in a hushed tone, while Jack spoke to the other guys. Seems Jack was going to have to go out because he was having some problem with a supplier that frankly I didn't need or care to know any more about. He was taking Craig with him. Derrick was heading to paying clients shortly. So I was left to hold down the fort and make sure nothing went wrong and was given a set of keys to the various cabinets. "And there's something else," Derrick mumbled. It seems his three pals were tired of waiting and wanted to fuck NOW. Jimmy was a top only, and was clearly showing signs of avoiding them at all costs, and they were very much NOT into Rico, whom they found too feminine and girly (odd, for straight guys, I thought, but whatever...). "That leaves YOU," Craig finished for Derrick. Shocked I looked at them like they were crazy. "You want ME to bottom for three of the biggest cocks on the island of Manhattan?" They both nodded. "You HAVE to, or its not gonna be pretty real soon" whispered Derrick. "But don't worry, we can help make it easier." See here's the thing. Yes I do like to bottom, and in fact had griped a few times lately that I wasn't getting any bottom time at the last few get-togethers I was at, but really... I could think of 10 friends off the top of my head who would pay a huge amount to be gang-fucked by 3 super-hung black men, but being the subject of ANY gangbang had never been a fantasy of mine. And any of my fuckbuddies can tell you that although my hole is rather talented when it comes to muscle control, I am tight, and usually take a bit of time to warm into being fucked. Craig got me some G and some K and tossed a sprayer of Maximum Impact on the bed we'd be playing on. The three guys got the points they'd prepared earlier out, and Derrick pulled a tourniquet around my bicep and swabbed my arm. Jack and Craig slipped out quietly, and Jimmy and Rico paused in their play to watch as the three guys administered themselves and Derrick did me. There were several coughs and as I held my arm over my head, Derrick whispered "good luck" and headed out. I was pulled over to the bed and my ride began. On my knees in front of them as the sat all on one side, I sucked on each of those huge cocks - I could deep throat Alex, and Pierre barely, but I could not get Alastair all the way no matter what. I got to rim Alex for a bit and then they pulled me up on the bed and onto all fours. The maximum impact was sprayed on a cloth and I took a huge suck on that blessed cloth. Alastair and Pierre knelt in front of me while my mouth went back and forth between two dicks and two sets of balls. Alex climbed up behind me and I was astonished to feel his tongue give me a rimjob! Then the cloth was shoved under my nose and Alex started to sink his missile into my hole. Thank goodness for all of the chemical assistance, as I was able to take him in with far less trouble than normal. There was a bit of pain at first, and an uncomfortable feeling that lasted even longer but I wasn't in agony or anything. Rico, fascinated by all this came over with the bong, and held it for me to take some huge hits and blow them out on the two cocks I was sucking. After that, I settled into pure pleasure from Alex's fucking. Pierre's foray into my hole was a bit more difficult and he was far from the best top I'd ever had, but I was one of the first male holes he'd ever fucked supposedly, though he had received many blowjobs from guys over the years. Eventually it was Alastair's turn. I booty bumped before he began, along with many more hits on the pipe and more Maximum Impact. And amazingly, it was astonishingly good. He was narrower than Pierre, which helped a lot, and he also seemed to know his way around a man's hole. We continued to fuck and suck for hours, with Alex sitting his gorgeous ass on my face a couple of times when I was getting fucked on my back, and even giving me a little sucking action on MY cock every now and then. His buds did raise their eyebrows a bit when he did that. I also gave Pierre his first rimjob ever, though I could not convince Alastair to allow me to do the same thing. Jack and Craig eventually returned and things broke up. I wound up driving Alex back to his place in Spanish Harlem, and going inside with him. We smoked some more bowls and his cousin arrived during and got high with us - this teenager from North Carolina got quite an education that night, as I wound up sucking and rimming him, getting fucked by him, and briefly allowing the two of them to DP me. Unfortunately, that pushed things a bit too far for my overworked hole and I had to call it quits and head home. My butt was pretty wrecked for about two weeks. I certainly wouldn't have sought this situation out, and I'm not sure I'd ever want to repeat, but I'm glad I experienced something like that at least ONCE in my life. I have actually hooked up with Alex a few more times, and I'm close to convincing him to let me fuck him!

This happened in October 2016. I was getting nicely tweaked with a guy around 9 at night who I found on CL (remember when it was a wonderful site for piGs like us?), when we decided to advertise for a third. The guy had never seen anyone in bondage before, so the guy who joined us tied me to the bed, and flogged my T dick (but not very hard). This proved a little too much for our less experienced friend who bailed. After the new guy had let him out, he came back to finish his business, turning me over and dropping a load in my ass. I jokingly told him that I might leave the door unlocked as he had to attend to some business, but that I was off to sleep in the meantime. Sure enough, at around 2 in the morning I heard the door being opened. He growled: “you shouldn’t have left your door open, whore”, then grabbed me by the throat, hauled me off to the shower where I had cleaned off a 10x8 dildo that I had lubed (in those days I had a tin of menthol lube which felt VERY nice once it had been lined my rectal walls) and had been fucking myself on while watching a college-age chick get their holes destroyed (I loved xvideos.com at that time!) before I invited the first guy (the one who had bolted). My new friend told me that he had something special for me. Put a blindfold on me, a hand around my throat, then handcuffed me, forced me to open my mouth, and rammed his cock down it. Started to unleash a torrent of chempiss down my throat while I was grinding against the dildo. He finally pushed me down all the way on it (talk about a way to get instantly filled!), and came in my throat. Then he dragged me into the bedroom (no idea why he didn't use the sling that I had set up for occasional entertainment of some of my filthier friends), threw me on my back, ripped the blindfold off and the dildo out (felt empty but fucking great!) and had me watch footage of him fucking his 18 yo niece (obviously the “business” he had to take care of as the video was timestamped) while he kept me high (smoke and booty bumps) and raped me for a couple of hours with a couple of he toys, his cock, and ginger crushed on a nice big cucumber. After he had cum 4 times and given me a couple of loads of chempiss, he left. He mentioned that he wished he could bring the girl and watch me fuck her then join in, but would the next time. Sadly, I never saw him again.

Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023

Jackson—March, 2023 Sometime in the middle of March, Kyle, the hairy transman I had been having fun with, decided he wanted to set up a gangbang at his home. He had some regular tops who were excited by the idea and he asked if I would join them. I said ‘yes.’ As these things often go, the tops began having other commitments as the date grew closer. Finally, Kyle decided we’d just meet at the bookstore where I had first fucked him. It held potential for other men (as his group had reduced to just two regulars, who were both fine playing with him there.) The time was set for 4:30pm. I got there, a little early. I thought I’d get some warm-up head and be ready to go when he arrived… There is an undercurrent of sexual tension the moment I walk into the lounge. I walk around the dimly lit areas. There is a blow job happening in the gay porn area. A guy is on the slurp ramp, getting head by some unseen man in one of the glory hole booths. The curtains are drawn on two of the little cabanas and I can hear sex happening behind the fabric. Other men are milling around, unable to settle down. I sit and open my fly, watching the varied screens on the main wall. Men check me out, but no one kneels to suck. I stroke, idly watching a scene where a handsome guy is filled at both ends. As I stroke, I hear the curtains open on one of the cabanas behind me. I turn. There is a bare ass on offer. I get up and move closer. It’s Kyle. And he is bent over, sucking the cock of a man around my age who is sitting on the bench. I go in, leaving the curtain open. I go to my knees and rub my hands across the ample furry ass cheeks. My tongue visits his ass pucker for a moment and then dips lower to lick his front hole. Kyle groans. He must know it’s me. He moans again around the cock in his mouth. The guy thoughtfully reaches down and spreads Kyle’s butt cheeks so I can rim and suck with ease. I go back and forth between the two holes, making Kyle squirm. Now I stay, my mouth plastered to his front hole and am rewarded with the taste of cum. Instantly, my cock is raging. I stand up and stick my engorged dick into him. “Fuck…” I sigh. “Can you feel that cum, Daddy” Kyle whispers, before going back down on the man. I make some sort of affirmative grunt. The guy he is sucking never takes his eyes off my cock pumping into Kyle. I am having to do an odd knee bend to line everything up properly. I finally have to pull out and stand up fully. “That a big dick for your pussy,” the guy getting head, whispers. Kyle agrees, pulling off him. “You want to fuck?” I ask the guy. “Naw, been there.” “I was licking him clean after he filled me up,” Kyle volunteers. “Nice,” I grunt and go back to my knees to taste him again. The guy slides away from Kyle and stands up. “Watching you, I could drop another load.” He begins to swiftly jerk his bigger than average dick. “Cum on my cock,” I tell him. “I’ll fuck your second load into him.” “Fuck…” he groans. I stand up. Kyle is panting. The guy is close. I hold my dick over Kyle’s upturned ass. With just a few more strokes, the guy shoots a sizeable load on my dick. He grunts and watches me do a knee bend and slide my cummy cock into Kyle. Kyle groans—and I sigh. “Fuck, you are so wet,” I tell him. I fuck happily into him, making a wet squishy sound with each stroke. The guy is getting dressed. He pats Kyle’s ass affectionately. “Gotta get home to the wife.” “Thanks,” pants Kyle. “Fuck him good,” says the guy to me, swatting my moving ass as he leaves. I fuck—reveling in the wet sounds and feel of the fuck. But soon, once again, my knees are screaming at me. I pull out and straighten up. “We should go to the exam table so I don’t have to bend so.” Kyle is more than willing. He finds his clothes on the bench and picks them up. He walks nude from the cabana to the table—and I follow, not bothering to cover my engorged dick. “I couldn’t wait until 4:30,” Kyle explains as I put his legs on the stirrups. “I got here early—and I got three loads before the one you just added.” This makes me go to my knees. I love this medical exam table—it is the perfect height it positions him in a way I can really lick his front hole properly. “Lick up that cum,” Kyle murmurs. “Can you taste it?” I grunt and when I have a dollop of the fresh load in my mouth, I stand up and drool it into Kyle’s open mouth. My cock slides into him as I do it. I fuck his silky hole for a long time. “You going to load me, Daddy?” I grunt out “Not yet.” “You know, you have never shot in me…” I just nod and grin and keep plowing into him. Suddenly, I stop and go to my knees to taste him again. Damn, he is so creamy from these guys. I move up and lick his T-cock. Then I use my hand on it, as my mouth licks into him. Kyle can’t stand it. “I’m gonna squirt, Daddy….” And he does—right into my mouth. I swallow some and spit some into his front hole. I stand up and fuck all the liquid into him. Kyle is wildly rubbing himself now as I fuck. I can see it on his face he’s likely to blow again. “You want it?” he pants. I do. “Here…ah, fuck!” I kneel just in time for a second squirt explosion. His pubic hair is as drenched as my beard. I swallow some—and suddenly know I am on the edge. “Take my cum,” I grunt as I stand and slide into him. “Yes!” I fuck a few strokes and explode. I grab his legs as my body is rocked with the powerful orgasm. Spurt after spurt. I stand frozen for a long moment. Then I go to my knees and begin to lick up the mix of all the juices running out of him… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Gets His Gangbang (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2023

Lansing—March, 2023 As March came to a close, I realized I really wanted to cruise/play somewhere different. I thought about heading back to northern Indiana, but that seemed to involve too much travel time to justify the play. Instead, I decided to head to Lansing—far enough away that it would be all different men, but close enough to get home for dinner. I also wanted that sex club atmosphere of this particular venue. Plenty of porn stations, but also slings, gloryholes and benches aplenty for more varied activities. I took off on a Saturday morning and got there early enough to get a discount on my ticket. Of course, that also meant almost no one was in the place. I watched some porn. I walked around the vast playspace. I missed out on the one piece of action that was happening at that hour, by arriving at the gay area just as two men shot their loads (one into a cocksucker’s mouth—and the other on the floor.) The other three men in attendance seemed more interested in their phones than play. I told the attendant I needed some coffee and would be back. I sat in my car for a bit, nursing my drink, as I read. An hour later, I returned. The parking lot, while not full, had lots of new cars in it. I was buzzed back in. I went to my favorite spot to sit, watch porn and stroke—and be in the path of every man who was cruising the place… “Daddy needs his dick sucked.” A younger Caucasian guy is standing in the doorway, dressed in the local university colors, though he is likely no longer in school. He gropes himself as he looks hungrily at my cock. I nod. He comes over and kneels. He takes me deep into his throat. I hear his own zipper open—and the slightly wet sound of him giving himself a hand job as he sucks me. He is not very experienced—but he is enthusiastic. He mostly stays sucking on my cock head. When he goes to take me deep, he stops stroking. About the third time he deep throats me, he forgets to remove his hand from his cock. It explodes, leaving a pool of jizz by my boots. He sighs, gets kind of embarrassed and leaves. The crowd is constant now. Men of every age and race walk by—it’s nice to be in a college town—but not one of them seems interested in me. I stroke for a bit, then get up and go around the corner into the dark room. I lean against the wall. I think I am the only one here. I stroke. Waiting. In quick succession, three men appear at the lit doorframe, come in and disappear in the shadows. I hear their zippers open. We all wait. My eyes adjust. Slightly. I can just see them—men of all different shapes leaning—two on the side wall, one by the doorframe. I’m at the back. We can all feel the sexual tension rise. But no one makes a move. Fuck it, I go to my knees. I am instantly surrounded by all three. A white guy, with a largish gut, beats the others to my mouth. His cock is nice and thick—and instantly juicy. He lets me do the work for a moment—but is soon fucking my face. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “Take all our dicks.” He pulls out of me and guides the dick next to him into my mouth. The guy with the large gut jerks and occasionally slaps my face with his wet cock as I suck the new man. The man now in my mouth is Black. His cock is long and thin. He is the youngest of the men now here. I pull off the new man so I can lick his balls. The third guy bends over and licks the man’s dick at the same time. I love the musk of this guy’s balls. I lick the hairy sack—that is beginning to pull up into his abdominal cavity. “Let me back in that mouth,” the guy with the gut grates out. The Black guy moves away, letting the third guy continue to suck him. My face is being fucked again. This man likes to be in charge of his cocksucking. “You swallow?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound as I take the face fucking. “Don’t you dare spit out my cum…” These must be his trigger words—for my mouth is suddenly flooded. He stops his pumping and unloads all over my tongue. His cum is sweet. He holds me in place until I have cleaned his cock head of every drop. “My turn,” says the Black guy. He pulls out of the other sucker’s mouth and brings his wet cock back to me. “Take my load, man.” His wet balls press against my chin, he is buried so deep in my throat. I pull back, as I really want to taste his load. He figures it out—and lets me. My left hand cradles his hairy nut sack—and he begins to shoot. His testicles try to pull into his body, but I don’t let them. This guy, younger and fitter, gives me even more cum. Salty, but good. I swallow him down, as he steadies himself on my shoulders. Once I’ve cleaned his cock of every drop of semen, I lick his super sensitive balls—relishing the fact I have made them even muskier. Suddenly I feel a mouth on my dick. The third guy, has hunkered down and, lying on his stomach, is trying to take all of me. It’s not a great position, and he seems rather toothy. But I let him—for a new man emerges from the shadows. “I watched you take those loads. You want a third?” He is a smaller white guy, middle aged—and I can’t see much else in the dark. His cock is wet and dripping. He rubs it all over my face and beard before he finally shoves it in my mouth. “Good boy,” he coos. “Make me cum.” My tongue finds his piss slit and digs in. This makes him pant. Now my tongue is moving all over his regulation sized cock. After a moment, he pulls out of my mouth. “Lick my balls like you did with that other guy.” I bury my face into his much more diminutive ball sack. He groans and jerks his dick as I do it. “Here it comes,” he groans. “Take it.” He just makes it back into my mouth. He erupts. It’s, frankly, a foul-tasting load. He’s a smoker. But I swallow it down. The man won’t let me clean him up. He simply pats me on the head and leaves. “That was hot,” says the remaining guy, the toothy cocksucker. Sometime, during the third sucking, he’s backed off my cock and stood up. “You gonna give me your load?” “Give me a minute.” I sit on a fuck bench that is in the room—and that I only now can see. He takes off… * I take a tour—and end up back in the same dark room. A younger Black man is getting head from the toothy guy. The guy getting sucked is as tall as I am and weights easily twice what I do. He’s large. He sees me watching him get sucked. And stroking to it. “Let me suck you,” he says. He seats me in a chair I didn’t know was there. His mouth is huge—and his tongue the warmest, and most accommodating, I have felt in months. And it’s big, too. It is the perfect blow job after the toothy guy. And the sucker is great at it. And he knows he has a special tongue. He uses it all over me. Balls. Shaft. Head. Perineum. And finally, my mouth. The kiss is electric. Our tongues joust, but my mouth is quickly conquered by the sheer mass of his bigger one. We both groan… And he spends the next hour, truly, giving me the most exquisite blow job… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: In the Dark Room (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 27, 2023

Near Home—March, 2023 I started the month off with a trip to my usual bookstore—but it was not my usual type of visit. I happened on some different type of play. Yes, there is some straight sex happening in this post. Well, there is a good gay twist…If this doesn’t work for you—you might want to skip this entry. It is a Thursday afternoon. I was quite sated from the back-to-back days of Evan and Zane (both so different, yet both fun.) I am going, frankly, to suck some cock after all the assplay. I sit in the back row of the straight side. It’s not crowded. It is not crowded. I stroke. The door opens. A younger Latino man comes in, one I don’t recognize. He stands next to me and looks at my cock. Silence. For a long time. “You suck?” I nod and he unzips. His slightly tumescent cock hardens in my mouth instantly. He is slightly longer than average, but really thin—a true pencil dick. The door opens. The guy tries to stuff his cock back into his pants. He ends up covering most of it, and looking extremely guilty, as a Hetro couple enters. They are both in their late fifties. Once seated, way down front and off to the side, he gropes himself and she reaches over to massage her man’s bulge. I look at the Latino. He’s petrified. His cock has shrunk so it’s easy for him to zip up. The straight guy nods to us. I acknowledge him, but return my attention to the film. The door opens again. It is a man in his late 30’s—and good looking. With him is a young woman, likely ten years younger than him, but certainly out of college. She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen in this place. They sit on the two-seater bench in front of me. They watch the movie. His hand is busy under her easy access skirt. I have had my dick covered, mostly, by my hand. I go back to stroking myself. The Latino can see over the young woman’s shoulder. He is turned on by the groping in front of us. The guy turns and sees my dick. He literally does a double take—as if we are in a Three Stooges two-reeler. He whispers in his girlfriend’s ear. She turns to take a look. “Congratulations, man!” says the guy. “I lucked out.” “Stand up, so we can really see it.” I smile and look at the movie on the screen in front of them. “Come on, man. She’s never seen one that size.” I look at him. I look at her—both still turned expectantly towards me. I stand and take my hand away. My cock does a slight bounce. “Fuck…” the guy says. He turns to her. “Could you take that?” “No way.” I start to sit down. “Come closer,” says the guy. “Let her touch it.” I move nearer to her, standing between them, with the two of them turned over the back of the bench. I offer it to her. She reaches around. She gasps. Her tiny had barely goes all the way around. “Can you reach all the way around?” he asks her. And to me: “I’ve heard that expression for years, but never seen it.” Again, I pull away to sit. “Just slap her cheek with that thing.” I know where this is going. But I am willing to play along. (The older straight couple have stopped groping/sucking now and are watching us.) “It’s a meaty cock,” I say, stepping closer to her. I lift it straight up and let it fall on her cheek. It makes a wet splatting sound. She gasps. “Again,” says the man. This time I use my hand to slap it against her cheek and then her nose. “You want to lick that big dick?” he asks. She nods. “Can she do that for you?” I don’t say anything. “Come on, man. She’ll never get another chance like this.” “Sure,” I tell them. “Lick the sides, not his head,” he directs. “That’s safe…” She does a few tentative licks on my shaft. Her partner is more excited, I think than she is. “Now the head. Can she lick your cock head?” She doesn’t wait for my answer she just does it. “Hottttt…” the guy groans. He digs out his phone. “Can I take a picture?” She nods. I say yes. He snaps away. In natural light and with flash. I pull out and slap her cheek again. Wetly. And he joins her tonguing my dick. I knew it. I could tell he wanted it, too. They pass it back and forth. Mouth to mouth. I can fit far more of my cock down his throat than hers. I suggest I move to stand in front of them, to make it easier, so they don’t have to be so twisted around to do it over the back of the bench. They like that—and happily share my dick. Back and forth. Or him on my balls as she takes me into her mouth. She never tries to deep throat me. The best moment is one on each side as they lick it and look into each other’s eyes. He pulls off me and turns more to her. “You think he’d fit inside you?” “No.” She is a very small woman, maybe 5’2” and small boned. He touches her knees and she opens them. “Just try it, hon,” She’s game. “You have a condom?” I don’t. “Go on. No fucking, just see if it will fit.” I wipe my precum off my cock and kneel. “I’m gonna video this…” And he does. I inch into her. With no real problem, of course. They both seem amazed she takes it all. I move a little—then pull out as we agreed. “You should clean me up,” I tell the guy. But he doesn’t, she does. I figure we’re done—so I go piss and do a wash when I realize I have lipstick on my cock. I check the gay cinema. No one. I go back in. The older couple has moved to the seat behind. I’m sure the guy wanted the same treatment. They didn’t get it. She has a young college guy, with his pants around his ankles, in her mouth. A guy I know is gay enough to bend over and take cock in the back corner. He pulls out as I come in. “Jerk off on her tits.” He tries, but his cock is going a little soft. I step over. He eyes my cock and his hardens a little. We both jerk. Aiming at her now bare chest. “Tell me when you’re gonna shoot, and I’ll video it.” I find I could go anytime. I want to wait for the young man. “That’s a beauty,” he mumbles, likely wishing we were alone. I reach over and touch his butt. He groans and fires all over her chest. I rub my dick head in some of his come and use it as lube to fire my own load onto her… And it’s all on video… * The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: “You Think He’d Fit Inside You?” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 1, 2023 (and it's not an April fool post.)

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - ELBOW DEEP PARTY IN HARLEM About a month ago, my candy-man and his roommate were having some issues with their landlord and asked me if I could maybe come down to their place, look over their lease and give them some advice. I had finished my appointments for the day so I told them okay. I got to Washington Heights in less than 30 minutes and sat down with them to examine their lease. They filled a huge water pipe with lots of magic crystals and proceeded to have me blow clouds with them while we discussed their problem at length. In 90 minutes or so, I had outlined a way for them to resolve their differences with their landlord that would satisfy both sides, and they were ecstatic. Now they'd kept me hitting the pipe quite generously and gifted me with a nice amount of tina to take with me as a reward. I was now somewhat tweaked, very horny, and in Manhattan late afternoon on a Saturday. Unfortunately, neither of them was up for pnping, as they each had non-sexual appointments they were on their way to. Before we finished our puffing festival, I checked Chempigs.com on line to see if anyone was nearby and up for hosting. Fortunately, there was someone only 20 blocks away - a guy I'd been trading messages and emails with on the site for some time, always hoping we could play, but never being able to make our schedules match. He invited me to his place immediately and I hopped in the car and headed to Harlem. It took only 5 minutes and amazingly, I got a street space only a half block from his building. I gave him a call when I parked as he needed to come to the lobby to let me in. Good thing I found that close space as it started to rain for the first time in weeks as I was heading to his building. Clayton met me at the lobby door and escorted me to the elevator and up to his apartment. It was a nice - and really large - apartment, and it peaked my interest that it seemed like there was someone else home. Clayton led me to his room and shut the door behind us, looking me up and down and nodding while saying "finally". As mentioned we'd messaged and cruised each other on line but timing had never worked out before. Finally was right! I pulled out my supplies and filled his water-pipe with some quality crystals, and we puffed and shot-gunned as we stripped each other and got things started. Clayton turned out to be 40-ish, and very tall - at least 6'5" or so, to my 6' - and very lean. He's Trinidadian, beautiful cafe au lait skin and a light dusting of hair on his chest leading down in a treasure trail to his pubic patch, which framed a long cock, not quite as thick as mine but definitely longer! His long legs led up to a perky bubble butt also with a light dusting of hair. He really went for my hairy chest, legs, balls and ass and my pale skin. After making out and puffing and getting each other hard as a rock, we had to break so I could quickly clean up in his shower. As I was about to go, he asked if I'd be interested in his roommate joining in a couple of hours, and I told him that it sounded like fun to me. He smiled and picking up the pipe, said "Let me introduce you guys before you hit the shower." Going out into the long hallway, we passed the front door and the bathroom and continued down to what looked like a workroom filled with (unusually for New York City) hand tools and hardware. And also filled with Clayton's very hot roommate, Rod. Rod was facing away and on the phone, dressed only in leather shorts, boots and a harness. He turned hearing us enter and quickly told the person on the phone he'd call back in 5 minutes. Rod was probably around my age (just turned 53), and a shorter, stocky, muscular African-American guy with much darker skin than Clayton's, and he looked awfully familiar. We traded shotguns off the pipe while Clayton introduced us, and we both mentioned that we were convinced we'd met before. Rod told us that he needed to get back to his client and do another two hours of work then we could join him in his much larger play room. We headed back down the long corridor and I jumped in the bathroom with my kit to do a quick clean up and out. I had my travel-ready straight pipe and took a few hits to aid the process, gargled a little mouthwash and headed back to Clayton. He was naked and puffing, stroking while he watched some bareback leather porn I brought. I guess Clayton had been tweaking for a while before I got there, as he was totally AMPED and ready to go... so enthusiastic that I had to imagine he'd been frustrated from playing for at least several hours. In a minute we were on the bed locked in a 69 hotter than any I'd had in some time. It was a beautiful cock, and long, and thank god, I was on top during this segment since although I deep throat well, that amount of length might have been an issue if he decided to face fuck me from above. After long mutual suck jobs, we hit the pipe again shotgunning every hit, and making out between. Finally, we each took a huge hit, followed by each taking a nice huff of Maximum Impact and slid back down to a 69-Rim session, this time with me on the bottom with my neck boosted by a couple of pillows. He had a hot tasty hole that blossomed under my eager tongue; from the sounds he was making, and the enthusiasm with which his beefy tongue was raping my hairy hole, he was a very happy camper. Once our holes were getting sloppy and open it was time to get them filled. While he hit the glass cock, I got behind him and sank into that hot warm chute and starting a slow grinding fuck while he spun out his clouds. He definitely was going for my girth, and asked to turn on to his back for deeper penetration. As face-to-face is my favorite position to both top and to bottom, I was more than willing to comply. We fucked for a while with me on the bed with him, then I got down on the floor to stand with his long legs over my shoulders while I really wailed on his hole at his request. All this time we were either furiously kissing or biting and sucking the others nips and neck. More clouds and we switched... it took a little patience, and maximum impact, but he got that entire length into my hole and fucked me in several positions, making me feel incredible the longer we went. For another hour we would literally pull out of each other and without moving switch top and bottom, filling and being filled. It was heaven. Time came for a break and to join Rod. Some piss play and a quick rinse in the shower and we were moving all our equipment and materials to the very large room at the end of the apartment. Rod had his king size bed and all sorts of leather, restraints, dildos and toys, lubes and porn screens in there. I filled his water pipe and we got spun some more as Rod stripped the leather shorts off to reveal a flaccid cock as thick and long soft as mine is hard. Now I normally have no issues with my endowment - it is average length and greater than average width and I very much know how to use it - but there are times when I'm playing, especially with African or Latino guys that I just have to kind of sit back and marvel, and get over a minute or two of feeling inadequate! The rest of Rod was worthwhile to, a very hot muscular ass and he appeared to be naturally smooth all over... well, he probably did shave his head a bit, but not the body. I brought out some G and we drank some, smoked more, and began to get down to more chemmed up man-sex. Each of us fucked the others, and I was lucky that Clayton had gotten most of my stretching done prior as Ron went in without pause and started his fuck on me. After the mutual all around fuck we broke for a bit more refreshment and clouds and that's when Rod and I remembered where we'd met. A mutual friend of ours on Central Park West used to host Tuesday Afternoon pnp parties about 10 years ago and we'd encountered each other there a number of times. That also reminded Rod that I was a Fisting top, one he very much enjoyed getting hand-balled by, and we knew what would happen next. Working with Rod's "special lube" - a private combo of crisco and j-lube laced with tina and tina piss, I began working fingers into his hole. He was flat on his back on the edge of the bed (a waist high bed) while I alternated sitting on a fuck stool or sitting on Clayton's cock as HE sat on the fuck stool. Very shortly, I was stretching Rods opening alternating four fingers on each hand, determining which arm would be better, finding it to be the left, I sank all five fingers in to his welcoming manhole. He was literally squealing with delight over the attention to his hole, and I pulled my special maneuver. Being double jointed and still flexible from my dancer days, I can rotate my wrist 360 degrees without much problem - by stepping over my arm, now butt to butt with my fistee, I can continue the turning in the same direction. Stepping over with my second leg, I return to facing my fist-bottom and can still complete the rest of AN ADDITIONAL 360 degree turn. 19 out of 20 fisting bottoms seem to go nuts over that! And then of course, I can reverse direction and do it again the other way, bringing myself back to where I was. During the session, Clayton went from fucking me from behind to sitting on Rod face while I blew Clayton or kneeling so Rod could blow him and I could rim him. Anytime I went for deeper penetration, Clayton went behind me again so I could assure eye-contact with Rod. We played several more hours in various combos and I headed home, promising to come back for both more group play and one-on-one's with each hot man. The following Tuesday, I got to do so with just Rod - I arrived at about 11AM - this time Rod took care of the party favors. We blew clouds, had a bit of G, did booty bumps and began a day long session. It was a wild day - though I fucked Rod on and off, most of the time I spent as a top I spent fisting since he was so delighted with last time. I was in his unbelievable hot muscle ass up to my elbow on my right arm, and just past my elbow on my left. And I got both hands in at the same time past the wrist. In exchange, Rod fucked me pretty frequently with that big thick cock of his. And get this... he gave me four loads. FOUR LOADS. I kid you not. Since I spend more time in most sessions topping, I don't get to be bred too often. So, even once is special... but FOUR? There were a few large group parties in my long career of man-sex where I was bred three times, and once or twice four... but always by different guys, never four loads from one! And between the chems and the company his huge cock not only didn't hurt, not only felt good, it felt GREAT. We were two happy pigs when I left with promises to return. I hope to rendezvous with Clayton soon, and get them both not too soon after!

Kevin is coming over tonight. I told him over text that we would be having pasta and asked if he could cut some basil to bring over. He has a habit of pruning the basil the wrong way—yes, there is a right and wrong way—so I sent him a picture of a basil plant with dotted lines to indicate where to cut it. I tell him that I will be having my daily nap and for him to wake me up by crawling into bed, give me a wake-up hug. I try to take my nap, but the news of Sam Altman returning to OpenAI excites me, so I stay up way too long to read all about it. I get a bit horny, so I go to Pornhub and watch some porn, jerk off, come, which relaxes me, and I am finally tired enough to have my nap, although it lasts only about an hour. Later. I can hear the door of my bathroom sliding open, and I know that Kevin is here, but I pretend that I am still asleep. I can hear his pants coming off; his shirt follows, and he crawls into bed with me, gives me a hug. “Well, hello,” I say, tired but glad to see him. “Hello there, handsome,” he says, gives me a hug. We lay there like that, hugging each other for almost an hour before I announce that I am getting hungry—it is almost 8 PM after all—so we get up from bed, put on our clothes, walk to the kitchen. Tonight, he is in charge of making the sauce. We have a routine going on when making pasta, which has served us well: he basically does the cooking, and I prep all the ingredients. I cut the sausages in two, squeeze out the content. Then, I dice the onion and the mushrooms. I give him the ingredients, and he begins to cook it. I prepare the sauce by emptying out the content of store-bought Napoletana, and begin to boil the pasta. By the time it is done, Kevin has finished making the sauce, and we combine the two. We don’t talk much during cooking beside the usual “here you go,” when I hand him the ingredients and the “thank you,” in response. We are focus on the tasks and there is a silent connection between us that speaks louder than words. The whole process takes thirty minutes from beginning to end, and we sit at the dining room table, marveling at our creation. “See,” I say. “This is why I much prefer to stay at home and cook. It’s cheaper and tastier.” This is true, and he nods in agreement. We open a can of Coke and share it between the two of us. It’s refreshing and hits all the right notes. I turn on the latest episode of Family Guy and we watch it until the very end. Later. We are in bed now. I am feeling very full and very tired. Kevin is giving me a foot massage. Soft autumn jazz music plays on our HomePod. We talk about what is happening in our lives in the form of updates, which are small short stories. I tell him about my car battery dying on me, and he tells me about the progress on getting his home insured from the recent burst pipes upstairs. The night is getting late—actually, it is only 10 PM—so we both go and floss our teeth, brush them. We tell Siri to turn off the lights, and before anyone knows it, the room is fill with snores.

I just made my 4,000th post on this forum. If that were one post per day, it would equal almost eleven years’ worth of posts (I’ve only been here for six). By my reckoning, that still leaves me about 400 short of having the equivalent of one post for every day that I’ve been HIV+. By the time I reach 4,500 I’ll probably hit that equivalency. I wouldn’t have thought I had that much to say about sex. I never thought that sex played a significant role in defining me - I live alone, have no social circle, reside in a place where casual sex is practically unobtainable. What’s more, I hate the fact that I exist in an animal body with sexual demands. I haven’t been happy since puberty, when these unwelcome urges were forced upon me. I was perfectly content without them. Yet fast-forward to today and I find myself looking backward at a sexual past that has been, shall we say, colorful by most any standard, with choices made that only caused it to become ever more so. 4,000 - roughly four posts for every man who’s cunted me. I’ve been very (very) open about my sexual life in these posts, possibly oversharing, but if I have it’s been out of a desperate sense that no one would believe that such things actually happened to me. I’ve never told anything that didn’t happen, was always careful not to exaggerate or embellish, because if I ever did, even once, no one could trust any post of mine to be true after that. I’ve never been inspired to write erotic fiction, which is ironic because I’m actually a published novelist. God knows I have enough personal experience to write something, but it’s all too real to me, too personal, too intense. There’s no need to fictionalize it. Possibly part of the reason I’ve never thought to compile it all into a book is because I’ve gotten it all out of my system here, in posts, like Scheherzade telling a story for a thousand and one nights until she ran out of things to say. I do feel as though I’m running out of anything new and meaningful to say. When I do, I’ll stop, because I hate repeating myself. Every time I’ve done so in these posts I’ve felt like I was begging to be believed. 4,000 posts. 1,000 fucks. Pity - I’d much rather it had been the other way around. The posts would have been much more interesting.

Near Home—January, 2023 Another day (mid-month). Another day at the bookstore. It is just after lunchtime as I park. There are more cars than usual filling the lot. A good sign? Who knows? I go in, exchange pleasantries with the clerk, go off to piss and finally walk into the straight theatre. A few men are scattered around the room. All attention is on the video, not each other. I sit to the side and unbutton. The porn is good. DP anal here on the straight side. I stroke. The men are restless. The five men in the room are soon replaced with others. I stroke. I think I hear a blow job happening behind me. I hear steps behind me. I turn. An older Black man is there, his cock filling his fist. He is likely in his 50’s. You can tell he once was heavy, but he’s lost a lot of weight, with layers of belly skin that has not yet re-sized. But his cock is a beauty. It is darker than his over all skin tone. He’s as long and as thick as I am. The flared cock head juts up, at a different angle from the thick column of flesh behind it. “They said you suck cock,” he whispers, jerking his head towards the man in the cocksucker’s seat (who is busy on someone else.) I don’t answer, I just take his dick into my mouth. Fuck, I’m full. I fear my teeth are in the way, as I can’t possibly cover them correctly with the stretch to take him. The man sighs. Then tells me in another whisper that he loves my tongue action. I’m glad for the feedback as I am feeling I can’t do any of my usual tricks with the amount of cock flesh in my mouth. I pause for a second with just his drooling cock head on my tongue. He decides to fuck my face. I just stay still and let him pummel my mouth and throat until my eyes begin to water. I pull off him and use all the spit he’s created on his hairy balls. They are big and covered in kinky black hair. He strokes his cock and groans as I lick, leaving them wet and sticky. “You swallow?” he whispers. I nod. He pushes into my mouth. His cock gets even girthier as he begins to fire. He’s so deep I can’t taste it at all. His load goes straight down my throat. I get the merest hint of his tasty load on my tongue when he pulls out. He squeezes my shoulder in thanks and disappears… * I watch a little porn and stroke. I move next door. A white bear with a shaved head is sitting in the room alone. His jeans are around his ankles. He is stroking a thick cock. I sit along the back wall. We eye each other as I unbutton and haul out my cock. “That’s a beauty. Let me suck it.” He slumps down in the chair. I stand and feed him my dick. He begins doing to me all the things I have just been doing to that huge dick. Lots of tongue, deep throating and ball licking. I sigh with pleasure. The door opens. Neither of us move. A young Black man enters. He stops, transfixed, that live sex is happening right in front of him. He moves around so he can see better. We both like an audience. The Bear strokes himself as he takes me to the root, showing off. The young man has pulled out a bigger than average cock. He strokes as he watches me grab the Bear by the ears and fuck his face. “Hot!” he hisses, his hand moving rapidly over his dick. “You should try his mouth.” The young man steps back, then takes a breath and walks towards me. I pull out of the Bear and let the newcomer get sucked. I watch the look of appreciation cross the kid’s face as the bear start his tongue work. I go to my knees and begin sucking the Bear. Things escalate fast. The Bear is groaning—with a dick in his mouth and a mouth on his cock. I can feel his pre-cum become a river. The young man is now pumping into the Bear’s mouth. Faster and faster. “Oh, fuck!” The kid starts to spurt. He makes a move to pull out, but the Bear holds him in place. The Bear groans, taking the load—and suddenly spurting one into my mouth at the same time. I lick him clean as he does the same to the young man in his mouth. I stand, stroking. The young guy looks at my cock. “Shoot that thing,” he says. “In my mouth,” the Bear grunts out. I stroke my cock about five times before I shove it into the Bear’s wet mouth, mixing my jizz with the remnants of the load already on his tongue… The original is here (with 1500+ others): From My Side of the Sling: The Bear In the Middle (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 23, 2023

My Playroom—January, 2023 I came home delightfully sated from my New Year’s Eve adventure. I was not on the prowl for more sex anytime soon. But I was pleased to get a text from James, the younger looking blond from that night. He wanted more. He really wanted my load—he was so sorry he had gone home before he got it. We chatted on and off for most of the day. By the first Friday of the new year, he was stripping in my playroom… James tosses his clothes in the chair. I take off my robe and hang it on the doorknob. He is naked but for a yellow jock. In the light of the afternoon (and not a dark backroom) he is likely higher in his 30’s than I thought when I first met him. Not that it matters. He goes right to his knees. “Come here, Daddy. Let me suck on that big thing again.” He mouths the jock pouch for a bit, making my cock swell. Then it is in his wet mouth with his ever-moving tongue. He remembers my hotspots—my balls, and under my balls where the cock ring pushes them out. “I want to lick your ass. Up on the bench.” The poppers come out for him the moment my tongue finds his tight pucker. I can’t wait to make it gape. I poke and prod and spit. He has found the mirror on the side wall that lets him see me at work on his ass. The poppers make his chatter. He tells me how good my tongue is making his tight hole, how he wants me to destroy it, to fill it with cum…on and on. I coat my throbbing cock with coconut oil as I tongue him. I spit a couple of more times into him. I stand up and my cock finds his now loose ass lips. I push in. He groans and takes another hit. I hold until his hole responds—letting my cock bottom out in his tight tunnel. I fuck him. Slowly. Making him mine for the day. “Harder, Daddy. Make me feel it.” I let him have it, faster than my usual slow build. I plow him. It’s the only word. He is incredibly vocal, egging me on. My foot goes up on the bench next to his knee. It lets me get even deeper in his ass. I pummel him, over and over. I pull out. “Taste your ass on my dick,” I say as walk towards the head of the bench. He hungrily takes me into his mouth. His tongue swirls. He gurgles, delighting in the heady blend of coconut oil and ass jizz. “Get me good and wet—no lube for this next fuck.” He leaves my cock dripping with spit. And I plow back into his hungry hole… * We’ve moved to the sling. I insert the small butt plug into him. I keep his hole open as I make him suck my dick—then I stand on tiptoe and have him lick my balls again. He loves how sweaty they have become from the exertion. Pic of plug The toy come out. My cock goes in. I fuck him. His eyes are riveted to the mirror hanging above him. He can’t get enough of watching his hole be used. By cock. By tongue. By toy. I have pulled out the egg-headded dildo. The big head is a major stretch for him, but he takes it. There is no way he is ready for me to add my cock along with it. The toy stays in as he licks my cock once more, craned around, hanging out of the sling. I move back and fuck him fast and deep. His ass lips are curling and changing color as the blood rushes to them. This makes me pull out and lick them, sucking their plumpness into my mouth repeatedly. Pic of cock “Can I try the speculum on you?” “Anything you want…” I grease it up and slide it in. I crank. Slowly. His eyes get wide as he feels his hole open. I finger his prostate. Finally, it is open wide enough I can play with his prostate by inserting my cock. He loves this and tells me so. Sometimes with words, more often in low moans of delight… * I help him out of the sling to stretch his legs. I lay on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my glistening cock. He is in no hurry. He sucks and licks every inch of it. A tap on his head sends him down to include my balls, too. First one, then the other. He tries for both in his mouth at once, but doesn’t quite succeed. He pushes my legs apart as his tongue moves down to my perineum. His tongue teases all the hair there, coating it with his spittle. He flirts for a second with licking my ass, but comes up and kisses me instead. We stay entwined for quite some time. “Sit on my face.” I continue to lie there as he kneels above me. He lowers his thoroughly fucked ass to my mouth. My tongue is in him from the moment he settles there. Deep and loving how wet he is. How wet I’ve made him. I lick and spit and he groans out his appreciation and tells me that his hole is all mine. He begins to rock, pushing his pronounced ass lips over my mouth and my nose and back again. Poppers are opened. He begins to babble all sorts of filth about my cock, my cum, about breeding. “I really want your cum in me.” “Let’s do it.” We go back to the sling. I eat his hole some more. I can’t stop myself. Finally, I stand up and fuck. Long strokes. Deep and hard. “Fill me up!” “Fuck…” I mutter. “Give it to me…” I fuck harder. “I am so close...” “Daddy, cum is the best…” A couple of more strokes and I am there. I can’t stop shooting. It’s a five-day load. Spurt after spurt. I fall on his chest. His arms go around me. James milks my cock like crazy. I can feel myself drool out a little more… * He didn’t shower. He wanted to go home smelling as I left him. I sent him the pictures. He thanked me and told me he could still feel my load inside him. I got another text after he napped—for when he awoke, his thigh was wet and creamy… The original post has pictures: From My Side of the Sling: James Gets Creamed (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 18, 2023

Jackson—December, 2022 Kyle, the transman I met at the bookstore, gave me his number the day we met. We compared notes enough to learn that he really liked showing off at a sex venue. Work sometimes allowed him to get away for some play, but he wouldn’t know ahead of time. I am not a great ‘drop everything for sex’ guy, but I agreed he should text me whenever he was headed this way for some more of my cock. On the last Friday of the month, I got a text from him. I had just time to change clothes and get in the car to meet him at noon. He must be running late. There are only a few men in the place. I check the gay room and the trans room with the medical table—he’s not there. All the booths and curtained cubicles are standing empty. Two men are sitting in the straight porn corner. One of them is a tall regular who loves to get fully naked. He keeps offering the other man watching the porn some head, and is continually refused. I leave them to it and go sit in the gay room. I stroke to the better than average (for here) porn. A good-looking man with thick grey hair comes in. We nod to each other as he sits in the chair and not next to me on the couch. He pulls out a nice seven incher, as hard as I am. Do I wait for Kyle? I wonder. Naw. I am pretty sure he would be on that dick if the roles were reversed. In the time it takes me think this, the man has gotten up and knelt in front of me. His mouth covers my cock. Damn, he’s good. And I tell him so. I lean back and enjoy his mouth. Kyle shows up in the doorway. He grins and nods and goes on down the hall to the medical table. I wait for a moment before I thank the guy and go into the trans porn room. Kyle is stripped down, but keeps an unbutton flannel shirt on, with the coolness of the room. He is ready and goes to his knees when he sees me. “Let me suck that cock you got all wet for me.” He takes me deep into his throat. I let him do the work for a bit, then grab the back of his head and fuck his face. His scruffy beard feels terrific on my balls. I pull out, leaving him panting. “Missed that. I need you to fuck me hard.” I nod and indicate the table. I pull out the stirrups to get his legs comfortable. I kneel and spend a few moments on his T-cock, dipping down occasionally, and licking back up to the extended nub. I am so ready to fuck. I stand and enter him. Kyle pants and tells me to plow him hard. I begin thrusting, building rapidly. The table groans and bounces a little on the concrete floor. The grating sound acts like some sort of alarm bell—there is sex happening. And guys come to watch. The first in is the naked guy. He grunts his approval as he comes to the side of the table. His hard cock is gobbled down by Kyle. Two more men, the man at the straight porn and my sucker watch from the doorway, one groping and one stroking. Naked guy can’t take his eyes off my cock fucking Kyle. He’s had it twice himself but it must be very different to see it in action than feel it. “I’m gonna shoot. You want it?” Kyle gulps out a yes, but Naked Guy pulls out of his mouth and strokes himself off, covering Kyle’s face, beard and three stray shots nearer me. He stands there panting, watching Kyle lick up his cum, at least all his tongue can reach. My hand swabs up the spunk near me. I pull out of Kyle and announce “I’m gonna fuck your jizz into him.” I cover my cock with the load on my fingers and push back into Kyle’s very wet front hole. Kyle’s eyes get big. He groans out a “Yes…” and Naked Guy shakes one more drop out of his cock on Kyle’s arm before taking off. My sucker comes closer to watch the fuck. I invite him to use either hole, but he is very content just to stand and watch. A new man comes in, pushing past the spectator still in the doorway. He’s my age and height, with a handsome face. He’s mostly bald, the rest of his grey hair is cropped close to the scalp. He stands on the side Naked Guy has vacated. “Daddy, let me suck your cock,” Kyle pleads. The guy unzips. He is above average—long and thin. He let’s Kyle have his way with his dick, as he watches me pound into Kyle. I look up at him and smile. He nods, watching me fuck away. “Do you want a turn?” He looks indecisive. And then nods. I pull out and make way for him. Kyle locks eyes with him as he pushes in. I stroke for a minute, before giving Kyle my cock to clean. “Fuck this is hot,” the new guy grunts. “Load me,” Kyle murmurs around my dick. I pull out so he can say it again. Louder. This turns on the fucker even more. “I want to,” he says as his hips smack into Kyle, “but I’m not there yet.” Then to me: “Let me watch you some more.” He pulls out and we switch. His wet cock goes in Kyle’s mouth. I sink into an even wetter hole. I fuck. The table rocks. We switch again. This time, when the guy is ready for a change, I clean his cock. I savor the juices. I go back in. Kyle reaches down and rubs. In moments he is bucking on the table with the force of his orgasm. I go to my knees to help clean up some of the squirt. The guy’s cock is drooling as he strokes to all this. Kyle looks at his watch. His time away from work is running out. We have a quick hug, the three of us. Kyle leaves. “That was hot,” says the other top. “And to think I was a true Gold Star Gay until minutes ago—but this was the perfect way to lose that…” He unbuttons his shirt. He has a great defined and hairy chest. He drops his trousers, too. “I want that cock of yours in my ass.” He takes Kyle’s place on the table. I kneel and rim him. His ass is just as hairy as the first one in my mouth today. “Lots of lube, please.” I grease up as I eat, stand and fuck him. Slow and deep. Deep and hard. Rocking the table. We get a new batch of watchers. One of them leans over sucks the guy as I fuck. We pause. The guy gets up and bends over to suck the man who was sucking him. I take the opportunity to fuck him bent over. My strokes make him take the suck he’s sucking even deeper. Finally, we break. He tells me he wants my load in a little bit. We both wander. I never see him again. I am blue balled—but that’s fine. Tomorrow is NYE and I have a day of sex planned… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Febraury 9, 2023

Louisville—November, 2022 In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November. He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there. He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men. It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me. I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana. I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm… Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug. There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television. We nod to each other. I recognize him from the last gathering here. I strip down myself. In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive. One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group. He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party. We smile at each other as they strip down. Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me. In moments, the seven of us are naked. The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed. I am on the bed with the hot versatile. He is sucking the Top he arrived with. The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room. I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt. He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth. I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready. Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear. I hear it before I turn around to see it. The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole. I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group. The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill. He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass. It feels great as I glide in. Keshawn is on all fours. I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn. The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking. I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker. The next 30 minutes is a blur. Everyone changes partners every few minutes. Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking. I fuck the Latin guy. He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops. “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear. I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn. I sink to the floor to watch the fuck. The Latin is on all fours. Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in. The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum. It clings to Keshwan’s cock. I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips. Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing… * I am lying on the bed. Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole. When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move. It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck. He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute. “Fuck!” he groans. Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick. Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face. I am almost in overload. His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here. My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke. Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn. I look over to the other bed. The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin. I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load… * A new arrival has come in. He’s my age, good looking and versatile. Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him. I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass. His cock is big but not huge. I watch it fuck into my friend. I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt. Mike pulls out. “Lick me clean. I know you want it.” I do want it. I can’t get enough. He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass. “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.” I stay on my knees next to them. Not that there is any place I’d rather be. Mike pulls out again. I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass. He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack. He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt. In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me… * The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile. I do more felching and fucking. Mike is right there to watch. We kiss. I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile. It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin. Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts. The Latin begs off for a break. Mike goes back up Keshawn. “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side. I am right there—but with my tongue first. I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke. Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass. He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn. I fuck him hard. Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn. When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock. Now I have three asses to rotate through. I make them all kneel on the bed: Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side. I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses. Mike suddenly spasms. “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum. I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot. I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt. It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Throws a Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 18, 2022

My Playroom—October, 2022 I had met him just a few days ago. Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place. (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two). He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him. He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass. He had asked for my number before we were done there. A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom… He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom. He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock. I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair. His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock. He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch. He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric. My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue. It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended. He lifts an edge and my cock springs free. He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat. To the root. And holding it there. I push slightly—making him choke. He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Do that again.” So I do. He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit. My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face. This makes his hard cock ooze. We do it all again, repeating the same process. “Up on the bench,” He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass. “Anything you want,” he tells me. I choose to tongue it first. Deep and hard. He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall. It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing. Now he can see it as well as feel it. He moans. I stand up. “Did you say ‘anything?’” “Yes, Sir. I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack. A short, quick blast. I go to my knees and lick him clean. I stand up and do it again. I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock. This time when I stand, I push into him. His puffy ass lips part and take me. One inch. Two. I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. “Fuck me!” I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck. I speed up quickly. I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly. Just as suddenly I stop. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, Sir. Love it.” I walk around to his mouth. He gobbles me down, slurping loudly. “Can you taste any of my piss?” He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative. I go back and fuck him some more. When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock. I let him. I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep. Then it’s another round in his butt. He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few. He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile. I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. Which makes me want to fuck it one more time… * We’ve moved to the sling. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass. It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me. His hole is responsive to every thrust. “Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.” This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains. Finally, I stop to catch my breath. “Let me eat your ass. Please.” “Sling or rimseat?” I ask. “Both.” I help him out and take his place in the sling. He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt. He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue. He’s great. And obviously loves it. He’s rock hard. I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror. I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry. I just lie back and stroke. “I want to try the rimseat.” I get out and drag it from its corner. I arrange the mat to lie on. “Let me give you a break and go under first.” I do. His ass fills every bit of room. My mouth is plastered to his wet hole. I can barely get air. But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine. I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum. It’s my turn to groan. He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me. I turn myself to the side in order to get some air. I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again. He stands up. “My turn.” We switch. I sit gingerly on the seat. His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole. I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue. Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable. My hole is amazing relaxed and wet. I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest. He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there. “I need to breed you. You want my cum up your hole?” “Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me. I stand up. I move around and help him to his feet. “Sling or bench?” “Sling,” he decides. “I can see more.” Back to the sling we go. I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again. My cock is slick and ready. I stand up and plow into him. He grunts at the force of my entry. I can’t help it. I am in total rut. I can think of nothing but my release. Two strokes. Maybe three. And I explode. Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock. I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted… * (And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub. He’s coming back next week!) The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 15, 2022

So I met up with a new guy from out of town. Let's call him Rob. Rob rented a hotel room near me and brought a laptop for porn and party favors. I had asked him to bring a g-string or a thong and he brought those too. When I got to the hotel room I was very please to see that he had put out Vaseline for lube- I love me a greasy hole. We got spun up right away. He crawled up onto the bed face down ass up. Naked except for socks and a leather harness. He had a beautiful ass- square smooth cheeks and a sweet deep crack of blond hair. I was happily surprised. From his online profile I knew he had a nice ass, but this was better than I hoped. We started fucking normally for a while and he put on the thong. Holy shit. His ass was made for it. I twisted the back of the thong around and around my cock saying "my cock got tangled up in your thong" Then I rubbed my tangled meat up and down his asscrack until it was rock hard and ready to fuck. The harness he was wearing was super useful because we were fucking doggy style and I could use it to keep him from pulling off my cock. He was expert also at fucking himself deeply --- I remained still and let him ride. I said "that's your cock, baby. You can fuck yourself as hard and as deep as you want. That greasy cock is here for you, baby." A friend of his joined us, who was also a bottom. Skinny dude, but with a tiny little cute bubble ass that stuck out. He had put on sexy briefs with an opening that gave full access to his hole. Let me say his crack was very deep and when I sank my meat inside him he started squeezing his pussy tightly. My meat stayed rock hard but we didn't fuck for too long. While I was fucking his friend, Rob was scrolling through his hookup app on his phone. I pulled him over to the edge of the bed, and started to fuck him, while he completely ignored me and stayed focused on his phone. For the rest of the night he scrolled through his phone while I pumped and rimmed his hole from behind. He had put xHamster porn on the laptop and it was cued up to some long playing videos. A lot of it was nasty daddy sling porn, but one of the videos was Raw and Rough. I remember that video because it featured two hours of huge dicked tops pounding the fuck out of various whimpering muscle bottoms. They were fucking those bottoms so hard- slamming their massive cocks down into these big muscle bottoms (Derek Parker was one- he looked spun and victimized in his scene). The pounding slaps were very very noisy. I was jealous because we ourselves couldn't be too loud in the hotel, and I would have loved to slam fuck Rob's tight greasy pussy with my full body weight like the pigs on xHamster. I'm going to fantasize about that sexy slut until my next bareback party fuck.

Near Home—September, 2022 A good time at a particular venue makes me want to go back for more. I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore. I’d had a good time—so I went back on a Friday night towards the end of the month… I open the door of the straight theatre. Two men instantly stop the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get off his knees. I mutter a “Sorry” and head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need. There are more men here, but they aren’t in action. Yet. I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking. In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen. I hear movement in the back corner, too, behind the door where I came in. I sit and open my fly. As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s chair strokes faster. The guy behind me is emboldened to unzip. He has a nice thin seven incher. He offers it to the guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head. From the corner behind the door, out of my sight from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet. The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never got hard, emerges. He sees me and makes right for me. His cock is out and swinging. He stands in front of me and I suck him as the other two watch. It doesn’t take long. He erupts again, never getting hard. I look at Seven Incher. He is stroking faster to the live show, two feet in front of him. He has greased his dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock repeatedly down my throat. He has an awesome foreskin. My tongue is very happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth. He gives me a load fairly quickly and leaves. The man in the cocksucker’s seat is not too happy. He zips up and flounces out, never having touched anyone else’s dick. I stroke alone. A cute, blond cub comes in. He looks familiar. “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks. I do. And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have before. He wants to go to the preview booths so we can be alone. I zip up and follow. “Have you done any more harvesting of loads?” he asks. Of course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass. I tell him I haven’t lately—and I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave. I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes off his pants. He gives me some excellent head. “Remember my balls,” I sigh. He does—leaving them wet and ready to fire. I take a turn on his short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his hairy ass crack. Fuck! He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play. “You gonna fuck me this time?” “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, still deep in his hairy crack. I come up for air. “You want my raw cock inside you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy. “Every inch.” I get his hole wetter yet. He leans forward, braced on the seat. I stand up and slide in. He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural juices. He takes my full length on the first try. He groans and hits his poppers. With the cap back on, I begin to pump him. His hand reaches for his cock. I fuck into him faster. A mistake, for he rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth. He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry chest and hold him up as he sags. I pump a little more—but he can’t take it, after he’s shot. He apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m sure someone will take care of me tonight. * A lull. I watch the gay video and stroke. A handsome Black man, over 35 and under 50, comes in. He is gym built underneath his work clothes. Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out. He’s thick—plumped, but not hard. “Are you a cock sucker?” he asks. “I can be…” He gets up and brings me his cock. His pants drop to his ankles. His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a day’s work and the sweat from his balls. His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin. As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds his asshole. It brushes across it. His cock responds, hardening to seven plus inches. Now there is a slight curve upwards on his thick cock. I work my way from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down. He sighs, “So good. Suck me just like that.” My finger grazes his asshole again. His cock spews out a wad of precum. My tongue swirls it over the large head and I take him deep again. The man grabs my ears and fucks my face. He doesn’t even pause as the door opens and some guy comes in. He is reaching the point of no return. “You swallow, man?” I grunt an affirmative. My finger finds his pucker. It flares open and I stick my middle finger into him. “Shit, yes! Take my load, man. Take it!” I have to swallow fast. It’s huge. And doesn’t stop. Six or seven blasts that coat my tongue. He lets me clean him off. Perhaps because I have a grip on his balls and won’t let go. I get every drop off him before I release my hold. He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes. “That was hot.” It’s the guy who came in. He is around my age, tall and thin. He has his dick out and has been stroking to the blow job. “It looks like you need to get off.” I nod. He hands me his poppers. I know they will help me shoot in his mouth so I huff them. He takes a hit himself. But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks his drooling cock into my surprised mouth. He fucks my face. “Here it comes. Argh!” He shoots. He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow pump into my mouth. The poppers do their work on me. I erupt. Spurt after spurt.. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Swallow, Man?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October, 17, 2022

Indianapolis—July, 2022 (This picks up immediately after Part One.) I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room. I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor. I just sit. I don’t stroke. I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal. I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there. The door opens. A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in. He has a shaved head. He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once, but is still impressive. He drops his towel. He’s impressive here, too. A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes. “Suck my dick,” he all but commands. I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded. I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft. He likes my mouth and says so. Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face. Hard. I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out. “Thanks,” he mutters. “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” He goes out to do just that. Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here. I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me. The porn is not great. I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open. “In here,” I hear a man say. In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room. The Otter sits at the other end of the couch. The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits. He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again. “Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles. They are far hotter than the porn. I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls. I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick. Do it.” The Latino looks up. “Do you mind?” “Please.” He crawls over, now between my legs. I finally see the Otter’s cock. He’s just above average. The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock. “You’re big. Damn.” He goes down on me. He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked. The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me. The Latino pulls off me with a sigh, and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls. I groan and ruffle his hair. He turns to the Otter. “I really want that in my ass.” The Otter nods. The kid turns to me. “I’m a slut, what can I say? Fuck me?” I stand up and pat where I have been sitting. The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out. It’s my turn: “Let me eat your ass.” (All right, I didn’t say asshole.) I burrow into him. He has not been fucked today. My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do. I begin reaming him out. I hear poppers open. The Otter is feeding them to him. “Do it,” the kid says. “Get it inside of me.” I push in. Slowly and steadily. The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts. I bottom out. “Fuck him hard,” says the Otter. I do. Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch. He groans. “So good…” I slap his ass and slow the fuck down. Longer strokes now. Letting him know just how long I am. I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast. I pull out and stand up to stretch them. “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.” Everybody loves this idea. He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth. I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor. We go at this for quite some time. Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch. He has not had enough. First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock. He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there. This is too much for the Otter. He coats his hairy chest with cum. Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers. The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door. My wet cock needs release. And I know where to go. Down the stairs to the dark room. The door is open. I go in, shutting it behind me. “I got fucked, but no load.” “You’re about to get mine.” I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily. I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole. But I really need to fuck. I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out. “Fuck you feel good. You fuck some others?” I speed up the tempo. “Yeah, a couple.” “But you’re loading me?” I fuck him a little faster. “You want it?” “Fuck, yeah.” I am now driving into his ass. My hand slaps his hairy cheek. “Say the words.” “Breed me, daddy.” I fuck harder yet. “I want your cum, man.” I am so fucking close. “Deep in your hole?” “Fuck yes!” And I explode. I grab his hips and hold on. My balls empty into his hot butt. I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load. I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 20, 2022

Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.

Pete and I had scored some favors for this weekend, so we packed up our duffle bags and headed for the baths on Friday night. We got there around 9, so we had plenty of time to get our parTy on before the bar crowd started arriving. We had both done a thorough, deep cleanout before leaving home (plus we hadn't eaten for 24 hours!), so we were ready for some heavy duty assplay! We dropped some X and smoked some T, and then started playin' with each other's holes. The "club music" pounding through the halls of the bathhouse, and the occasional sounds of rough sex from the surrounding rooms helped us to get into our favorite sleaze mood! After several rounds of the glass cock, we were definitely in need of some hard cock - and believe it or not, it was already 2 am!!! (Time flies when you're havin' FFun - and high!) We could hear the door buzzer downstairs letting new people in, so we were eagerly anticipating getting our fuckholes filled. I went out to the chalkboard by the 3rd floor bathroom and printed "2 PNPigs - BB Only! #312." Then I went back to our room, where we gave each other a hefty booty bump. We opened the door - and waited. It wasn't long before we had two young, muscle twinks fucking us and shooting thick loads of cum deep in our hungry holes. When they were done, they got up, wrapped their towels around their waists, and left. Next up were two Latino studs with big, thick, uncut cocks. "You guys fuck raw?" one of them asked. "Bareback only!" Pete insisted, as he pushed some of his previous fucker's cum out of his hole. The two guys smiled, came in, and sank their fat pieces of meat in our well-lubed holes. When they were done shooting, Pete and I eagerly cleaned off their tools with our mouths, including the loose foreskin covering the fat heads. (Damn, I love the taste of my ass on a fat cock!) Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! Next were two leather, muscle bears in harnesses, boots, chaps and leather codpieces. They walked in, shut the door, and snapped off their codpieces to reveal perfectly matched, pierced, beercan thick, cocks!!! Pete and I sat up and each took one in our mouths. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one that Pete was sucking pull out a glass pipe from his leather vest. He heated up the bowl with his torch and took a deep drag of the thick, white smoke. I took my mouth off the fat cock that I was sucking, long enough to say, "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" He lit it again and handed it to his younger buddy, who filled his lungs with chemsmoke. Pete pulled on his leather Daddy's balls, while he shoved the fat, pierced meat down his throat. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" the leather stud growled. "On your knees, boy," he ordered. Pete and I both got on our hands and knees, exposing our hungry fuckholes for some serious fucking. The two leather studs took turns fucking our asses and mouths for a good 30 minutes (along with a few more tokes on the glass cock...) The feel of those 00 gauge PAs slidin' across our prostates, and the nice stretch from their thick meat (combined with the X and T!) was fuckin' incredible! They finally shot nice, thick loads in our holes, and continued to fuck their cum deep inside us!!! Then, to our surprise, they both got down and greedily sucked the cum out of our fuckslots!!! When they were satisfied, they stood up and traded cum in a deep, sloppy, bear kiss. While they were stuffing their slimy cocks back into their codpieces, I noticed the older stud eyeing our assortment of XXXLarge dildos. "Looks like you guys are into some serious assplay?" he grinned. "You got that right," I said, lubing up our Ty Fox dildo and easily sliding it in Pete's sloppy hole. "Us, too!" he smiled, bending his buddy over and sliding 3-4 fingers in his hairy, muscle hole. "We're gonna go parTy some more, but we'll be back to get our holes stretched! You guys are FFun!!!" he said while licking his buddy's butt juice off his fingers. Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! "Man, I love playin' with versatile guys like us," Pete said, greasing up our Kris Lord dildo and ramming it in my chemhungry pighole. "Fuck yeah!" I moaned, as I leaned over and chewed on his pierced nipples. The next few loads became a blur, as the parTy favors really kicked in. All we knew was that we needed more and more cock! At some point, we looked up, and there were two "wide receiver-sized" Black studs standing in the doorway. A little goofy from the chems, Pete piped up and said, "Hope you guys have some big, fat cocks, 'cause we sure need to get fucked!" The door closed and the towels dropped to reveal two enormously thick, veiny, pierced cocks. Pete and I grabbed our ankles, pulled them back to our heads, and pushed our battered holes open for our two new fuckers. "Damn! Your message wasn't kiddin' about you bein' a coupla pigs!" one of the guys said, referring to my message on the chalkboard. They wasted no time in sinking their thick, fucktools into our slutty jizzholes. "Damn! I never had my cock slide in so easy!" the one with the pierced nipples said. "You must get fucked a lot." "Every chance I get," I panted, as he ground his monstercock as deep as it would go. "Hey, James - how's that dude's ass?" my fucker casually asked his buddy. "Sweet, man. Most guys scream when I deep dick 'em like this. But this dude just keeps on grinnin'," James said, as he through his entire bodyweight into fucking Pete. "Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck!" I heard Pete chanting in rhythm with James' deep thrusts. Between their muscular legs, big muscular bodies and huge cocks, these RAMstuds powerfucked our greedy holes into ecstasy!!! When they finally came, it seemed like they were unloading a quart of cum in each of us - and they just kept pumping - and pumping - and pumping! When they finally pulled their cocks out with a loud "ploplplplpllp," my ass felt full and empty at the same time... "Give us a while to recharge, and we'll be back for more!" the guy with the nipple rings grinned, as he wrapped his towel around his muscular waist. "Yeah, that's some of the best ass I've ever fucked!" his buddy winked. When they opened the door to leave, our two leather buddies were standing outside. They stared, open mouthed, as the two hung, black athletes squeezed out into the hallway. "You lucky fuckers!" the younger leather bear smiled. "Everybody in the place has been after those two studs since they walked in." The leather guys walked in and closed the door. "Looks like you guys could use a "pick-me-up," the leather Daddy said, as he loaded a good-sized rock in his glass pipe, and fired it up for us. "Thanks, man," I said after I had inhaled a huge white cloud deep into my lungs. "That was one incredible fuck," I said dreamily, noticing that his goateed face was between my legs, sucking out the cumpilation of loads since we'd last seen them. "Mmmmm-Hmmmmm!" he managed to acknowledge as his tongue dug deep into my spunkhole. His buddy/son/slave was between Pete's legs doing the same. More smoke! More booty bump! Lots of assplay between the four of us. These guys weren't kidding when they said they were into heavy assplay. Pete and I put on the leathers we'd brought with us, partied some more, and then got down to the business of workin' our new buddies' holes. Fortunately, they were as much in to catching as they were pitching. Four hungry pigholes definitely got a workout! And with a little Viagra, I think each of us got a turn at fucking the other three's fuckholes! "Damn, I'm glad you boys like to fuck," leather Daddy said, as Pete drilled him with his chem-assisted hardon. "I get tired of bein' the only top around, and I sure love a big dick in my hole after I've been parTyin'," he grinned. "Hey babe, let 'im have some of your cock for awhile," Pete winked, as I pulled my wet 8 incher outta slaveboi's hungry ass. I have to admit, when I'm fucked up, turned on and full of Viagra, I do have a damn thick cock - with a 00 guage PA!!! "How's this feel, fucker?!?!" I growled, sinking my fat cock into his gaping rosebud. "Fuuuuccckkkkk! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck my hungry pighole, stud!" he yelled. When I looked over, Pete was on top of slaveboi's stiff cock, ridin' like a buckin' bronco. "Pigs fuckin' rule!!!" he yelled, waving his fist in the air. Eventually, hungry for more cock, we opened the door, and our Black studs were waiting outside for another fuck - only now there were four pigs to service!!! One of them left, but came back in about five minutes with two other, equally hot and thickly hung fuckers! Each of us was rewarded with a mindblowing asspounding, ending with a buttload of thick, hot cummmm! Boy, am I glad I put that message on the chalkboard! It definitely paid off this weekend!!!

Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!

Another Real Experience (x 2!) PART TWO - the Porn Star and the Trucker Part Two, The Trucker So, as mentioned in Part One of this double post, I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid recently and it brought back two very hot and very different experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. Part One was about Scott O’Hara, now it’s time to talk about the Trucker… A few years back I was up by the New York/Connecticut border by I-84/684 for a workshop I was conducting. Knowing I’d be heading south in Upper Westchester I had contacted a pair of pig buds who have a home or actually, kind of more of a “compound” really, in the far north of Westchester to see if they’d want me to stop by for some parTy Time on my way home. They were very much up for it, so prior to the workshop I had cleaned out and I was wearing 501s, a black t-shirt and my engineer boots; which I knew would not be out of place at the Acting Workshop I was going to be conducting, strange as that may sound to some. I always got a bit horny conducting these workshops for the 18-20 year old theater students, so stopping at my friends’ place after was perfect. Perfect seldom stays perfect, and that’s what happened that evening. There was an electrical fire at the school where I was conducting the workshop which required clearing the building and ending the workshop an hour and a half early. I texted my buds to see if I could come early, something that normally would not have been too much of a problem, but they texted back that they were stuck in NYC and the train they’d be coming back on would not get them home for another 3 hours, and unusually, there was no one at their place that could let me in until they all arrived back together. Fortunately, they suggested that to pass a few hours until then, since going home and coming back would be flat out stupid and they did NOT want to give up our playdaTe, I should check out the Truck Stop on I-684 near Brewster. They said I could likely find some action to keep me busy and might even find someone hot to bring along for our session later. That sounded like a plan to me, so I headed my car in the direction of I-684. Now since I was a teenager, I’d had many a hot time at truck stops and rest areas all over the country, but interestingly though I’d played with Truckers among others at such locations, we’d always played in the woods, the men’s room itself, or gone elsewhere. Up until this time, in more than 20 years of hooking up at such places, I’d never been inside the cab of any Truck. I’d also had less chances to play at such places as the older I got, the far less time I spent driving all over the country for shows, and the far more time I spent at home in the NY metro area – where such locations with action and no hassle became fewer and fewer as the years went by. I pulled off the highway and rather than park with most of the few passenger cars, I parked further away and closer to the couple of big rigs that were there without making the location I chose totally suspicious. Checking to see that no one but someone in one of the rigs could see me, I pulled my small “travel pipe” out of my leather motorcycle jacket along with my torch and took a few quick hits of T. After blowing a couple of clouds, I cooled it off and carefully packed them back into the hidden special pockets hidden in the lining of my jacket, then zipped up and got out of the car. Once out, I pretty obviously adjusted the package in my 501s while pointedly looking in the direction of the parked rigs, and then sauntered toward the rest area building. There didn’t seem to be any obvious paths running back into the woods and so I assumed any action either occurred inside the building or inside the vehicles. Stopping to read pretty much every sign and map posted outside, I hoped I was at once giving a signal and at the same time wasn’t being too obvious. A smaller, wiry blond white guy in jeans, sneakers, denim jacket and cowboy hat stepped from the shadows behind me and quite obviously groped himself, showing a lot of package for a little guy. I groped myself in response and he jerked his head towards the men’s room, mouthing “follow me”. I followed into the men’s room and rather than going to one of the stalls he led me to the most remote urinals and whipped out his dick starting a heavy piss, while indicating me to do the same one urinal over rather than right next to him. Actually needing to piss as well, a minute passed while we both took care of business. The room seemed pretty deserted as I subtly looked around and he whispered, “lookin’ for action?” I nodded yes and he chuckled softly when he said, “…thought so when I saw you givin’ our girl Tina a kiss before getting out of your car. You okay talkin’ in my truck? This place ain’t too safe.” I nodded yes, and he indicated for me to follow. Trying not to be too obvious, I trailed about 20 feet behind him back toward my car and his truck. He continued past my car to the first rig parked closest to me. Checking to see that no one “inappropriate” might be watching, he popped the passenger door of the cab and told me to jump in. I got in quickly while he jumped up from the driver’s side and then pulled some shades down in the windows. He laughed a bit as he whipped out a glass pipe that was already loaded and took a nice big pull on it before handing it and his torch to me. “I’m only cool with lightin’ up right away ‘cuz I already seen you hit your own pipe earlier,” he said as I warmed the bowl and breathed in the curling white vapor. “Name’s Tom” he said as I blew out my cloud. I introduced myself and he asked what I was up to, and I told him my tale of my workshop ending early and my buds coming home late and looking to play until then, and the possibility of continuing later. He liked the sound of everything I said, but let me know that the rest area we were in had very recently become dangerous as it was being regularly patrolled by the State Police who came through on an almost predictable schedule at night. Any car like mine that was there without the driver inside on two consecutive trips through the lot was suspicious and they would begin to look for the driver assuming there was something going on. “We can play in my rig until your buds are ready for us, but we gotta’ get your auto out of here and elsewhere… there’s a diner right off the next exit where you can leave it for now and we’ll head back on goin’ north and park and play in the northbound rest stop until your buds call, then we’ll head back to your car, leave my rig in the truck parking at the diner and head to their place in your vehicle. Cool?” I nodded yes. “Then follow me bud.” He pulled the shades back a bit, took a look around the lot and since the coast was clear, indicated that I should hurry to my car. I did, and followed his truck as he pulled out of the lot. The next exit and the Diner were not too far away and I parked, grabbed my play bag, and walked over to his rig and got back in the front passenger seat. I got in and pulled the door behind me and laughed when he pulled his jacket aside to show he was naked from the waist down, except for his sneakers. “Pull them pants off and let me see what all I’ll be workin’ with this evening, while I get us someplace more private,” he suggested. As he pulled back onto the road I unlaced my boots and pulled my jeans and black jock strap down and off leaving them in a lump at my feet. My half-hard cock was surrounded by a black leather snap cock ring and he looked at me smiling, saying “fuck yeah”. He got back on the Interstate going north and headed for the northbound twin to the same rest area we met at. He pulled in and parked between to other rigs and proceeded to pull the shades back over the windows. He grabbed his kit with his pipe and pulled himself up into what looked like a loft above the main part of the cab, saying “come on up bud – the boots are hot but please leave ‘em down there, this ain’t the place for ‘em. In fact, get naked down there and just pull yourself up!” I ditched the rest of my clothes, while pulling my supplies and pipe from my jacket and popping them in my play bag and pulled myself up and into his bed/loft/whatever. When I got myself in and my eyes began to adjust, I saw there was a small screen playing some pretty hot looking BB gay porn, scattered pillows, a few bottles of lube and such, and Tom sitting cross-legged heating up the bowl of an even larger bong. He was a wiry little guy, as I said, covered with lots of tribal tatts and several body piercings, with a hairy chest and very hairy legs. Between his legs was a half-hard cock that appeared to be not particularly long, but nicely thick and HUGE balls that explained the big bulge he pushed in his jeans. I liked what I saw, he looked like fun, and the setting was VERY hot to me. He apparently liked what he saw too. I had worn my leather harness under my clothes, so it was in place and highlighting my pecs as I pulled myself over to him. “Fuck yeah, got me a leather muscle daddy… hot damn! I seen you blowin’ some huge clouds daddy, y’all ever share it – you know, shotgun?” “One of my favorite ways to indulge,” I let him know, before sucking in a huge hit, pulling his face to mine and slowly releasing a very large hit into his mouth while his eyes grew wider and wider. As we smoked we started stroking each other’s dicks, and feeling each other up. We chatted about what we were into, and we were both pleased to find the other versatile AND to find the other all ready to play – cleaned inside and out, with just some sweat and musk from the couple of hours since we’d each gotten prepped. Though the porn was hot and so was he, and he was definitely into me as well, it was a bit disappointing that we were both only semi-hard. I was about to scrounge a “vitamin v” from my play bag to split with him, when he stopped me and said he had something better. Seems he kept Caverject in his hidden supply area and though I’d only done it once before and was frankly wary of needles near my pride and joy, I let him shoot both our cocks with a shot and soon we both were sporting major solid wood. We sixty-nined our dicks, and then dove for the holes – he with as much enthusiasm for rimming a hairy hole as me! We took turns sucking, rimming and fucking each other, and passing around both of our pipes. He got on his radio for a bit and found another trucker in one of the other trucks who wanted to join us for a bit and shortly we had a third climbing into the rig and up to our perch… a big hairy bear of a man with a bit of belly, a big fat long cock, a heavy Boston accent, and a horny mind. He puffed up too and Tom gave him the cock shot, and soon he was happily switching back and forth from my hairy hole to Tom’s. He didn’t get fucked, but he was clean, so we each rimmed him while the other was being topped, and he was thrilled to be able to fuck both of us bareback – something he didn’t get to do too often. After dumping two loads, he took his leave of us, and we went back to pleasuring each other. I checked with my buds and sure enough they were on their way home from the train station and told us to head over, excited that I had managed to score a trucker to play with us. Tom pulled the rig back onto the highway, got off the next exit and got back on headed south. We passed the rest area where we met and continued to the next exit and headed for the diner. He locked his rig up in the rear of the diner lot where there were a couple of other trucks, and climbed into my car. Ten minutes later we pulled into the long hidden driveway of my buddies home and discovered my two pals – one a white bearish daddy, the other a younger tall lean Hispanic guy – along with their tenant Bobby who was another bear type, a hot trim Black guy and as usual, a twink who was already flying. Clothes flew, and we all headed to the hot tub outside, and proceeded to party, fuck, fist, suck, rim, double fuck and more until it was time for me to head out. My Hispanic bud promised to bring Tom back to his truck when they were done, and I headed home pleased that I had FINALLY had sex in a big rig!