FelchingPisser

I can still get into my extant account and answer a man who wrote me there. You are the third person I have heard from that hasn't been able to set up an account. A shame. The site might as well be dead.

Near Home—June, 2023 I came home from Fornication Weekend feeling very sated. But, of course, in a couple of days, my balls really needed to be emptied. None of my regulars were available mid-week. And, frankly, sitting in a cool, dark place stroking to porn sounded rather attractive on this unseasonably hot June day… The parking lot this afternoon is about half full. I go in and pay my admission, piss and head into the straight theatre. I interrupt a blowjob happening at the back. They pause until I sit down and pull out my cock. Once they know I’m safe, they go right back to it. I look around. No one else is in here. I stroke to the movie, throwing one glance back at the guys who are playing. The man receiving head is unknown to me. The man giving it is a semi-regular. I am sure over the years, he must have done the same for me at some point, though I can’t remember playing with him. He is a good 5 to 10 years older than I am—and is very reserved until he gets a cock in his mouth. He is tall and rather gaunt, but with a full mane of grey hair. And he must be doing something right, for the guy in his mouth is moaning. I stroke. The movie is only ok. I am just about to go next door when I feel someone standing behind me. I turn. It’s the guy who was getting head. He is tall, too, and around my age. I think he wants to try another mouth, but no, he reaches down and pulls me up. “You need to have this guy do you,” he hisses. I go along—happy to get some head. The guy in the cocksucker’s chair opens wide—and I am treated to a really fine BJ. This guy has a velvet mouth. The two of us take turns in him—letting him do whatever he likes. The one time I start to fuck his face I can tell instantly that it is not his thing. I stop and let him go back to his routine. The door opens. A trucker type comes in. For whatever reason, our cocksucker bolts out of his seat and out the door. We wait a bit—but he’s gone. The guy who corralled me now whispers “Let’s go next door.” We do. There is just one man in here. Are the owners of all those cars all in the arcade? The guy gets busy on my dick. He is not anywhere as good as the previous sucker, rather toothy and hurried. When his canines connect with me once more—and I suggest I take a turn on him. He has a respectable six incher which makes for an easy deep throat. In moments, he holds my ears and unloads. He leaves just as quickly as the first guy. The other man in the room is sitting as far away from where we were playing as possible. He makes no eye contact now. I wait a minute and go next door to see what the trucker is up to. As I go in, the guy stands up and fires a massive load all over the floor. Without any attempt at clean up, he just stuffs himself back into his underwear and leaves. I stroke. All alone. Now in the cocksucker’s seat. The movie changes. It is much better. All sex and no ‘acting.’ The door opens. A slightly husky Black man enters. He looks mid thirties or so. He comes in—standing just inside the door, letting his eyes adjust. He sees me and comes to lean against the back wall—though every other seat in the room is available. This makes me smile—and jerk a little faster. He avoids eye contact; seemingly all his attention is on the screen where two Black men are ravishing a petite Caucasian blonde. He kneads his jeans. His bulge grows as the guys on the screen move into doing a DP on her. His hand opens his fly and disappears inside. And for the first time he looks down at me. “Fuck…” he whispers, looking at my cock. “You should take yours out—that looks uncomfortable.” He opens the top button and let’s a bigger than average cock spring free. It has a slight curve to it. We stroke to the double dicking on the screen. He moves. I think for a second, it’s to give me his cock, but it’s not, it’s to sit next to me. We stroke. Eventually, I feel his hand knock mine away and heft my dick. I start to reach for him but he catches my hand. I am not prepared for his next sentence. “I want you to fuck me.” I just nod. “But not here—in a booth.” We pull our clothes together. He leads me to the middle booth that is supposed to be used for previewing movies. He is stripping before I can get the door bolted. The first thing I see is an intricate and beautiful tattoo on his beautifully pumped-up chest. I tell him how hot it is, as I open my fly. I am not ditching my pants with my boots on. “Fuck me,” he says, now totally naked. He bends—holding on to the padded seat. I go to my knees and bury my face in his furry ass. He gasps—and then groans as my tongue is all over his tight pucker. The hairy here is tightly kinked and luxurious. I happily lick and spit, getting his hole dripping. I stand up, my dick lubed and throbbing. “Go slow…” My cock head is pushing, gently, into his loosened pucker. His hole sucks me in—he really wants me. I only have to push in the last inch. I stop. I hear the poppers open. The fumes fill the little space. I wait a moment and begin fucking. His hand finds his dick. He begins beating his meat in tempo with my thrusting. His hole is wet and hot. And slippery. He is pushing back now—meeting each thrust of my cock. Without thinking, my hand slaps his full butt cheek, making more noise than we should here. “You fuck me just right,” he pants. “I can take it.” I am plowing into him now with all my might. His hole is spasming on my cock. “I’m gonna shoot…” he groans. I stop thrusting—but stay inside. I squeeze down—making my cock head expand inside his guts. That does it—he explodes all over the floor and maybe the seat he’s leaning on. I pull out. He stands upright rather shakily. I embrace him, arms tight around his chest. We hold that for a long moment, before I hand him a napkin. He cleans his hand. But I go to my knees and clean up all the cum on his cock… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "You Fuck Me Just Right" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 11, 2023

I find it hard to imagine fucking a hole that I haven't had my mouth on--with my tongue as deep as possible...

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 I slept really well after the Fornication main event. All that sex finally knocked me out so I could stay asleep all the way through the night. I woke to rain. Not as hard as the rain on my arrival day, but it was a steady stream coming down. I showered and then breakfast was delivered to me in my room as many of the guests had left. There was not much on the schedule that day. It started with the ubiquitous pool party. There was a Best Butt contest (something that Ray and I had joked that, with my rimming prowess, I should help judge!) There was also a JO party in the sex tent late in the afternoon. Of course, last year’s JO party had been all about fucking… In the end everything was pretty much cancelled. The rain kept all but the hardiest day pass people away. The porn guys were packing and leaving per contract. Two men showed up for the Best Butt contest. Ray and I awarded it to the man who had been so reluctant to get in my sling in front of the others last night (but eventually did and had a great time.) I went up to pack the sling. I wasn’t going to carry it to my car in the rain, so I just left it in the sex tent. But after lunch, things cleared a bit—at least the rain stopped if not blue skies. I took the first load to my car, side stepping the huge puddles on the way. As I passed the pool, I was stopped by a good-looking guy in his 40’s who I had fucked the night before. He wanted more. An ‘encore’ as he called it. I agreed that we should fuck up in the playroom the camp had set up. As I had just had lunch, I asked that we meet a little later. We agreed on 2:30pm up the hill at the dungeon. On the next trip to the car, with the rimseat, a new man stopped me. He was an Italian daddy, with a very hairy chest. He’d seen the bulge in my shorts. Would I fuck him? Without really thinking I told him to meet me at 2:30pm up at the dungeon. The moment I walked away I realized I’d just double booked myself. I sighed—but guessed that with the still cloudy weather, one of them wouldn’t show up. As I continued to my car, Dane waved to me from his balcony. Did I want to play? I suggested the evening, if he’d still be here. He agreed, as it would give him time to wake up and recover from his marathon of sex the day before. I finished packing up my equipment and even put some stuff from my room into the car right then, in case the rain returned as predicted. At 2:30, I went up the hill to the dungeon. A man was sitting on the steps waiting for me. Just the one…the Italian daddy… We go in. There is a web sling, a fuck bench, gloryholes and porn. I sit on the couch opposite the porn. I unzip my shorts and get out my swelling cock. The man strips down to just his sandals. He is in good shape and hairy. Everywhere. I can’t wait to tongue his hairy ass crack. He kneels in front of me. He ignores his own dick; he is totally concentrated on mine. He gives good head, effortlessly taking me deep into his throat. I hear the door open, though I can’t see it. In walks the Daddy from last night. He is not pissed off in the least there is a man on my cock. He is excited. He stirps, too, and brings his hardening cock into the scene. With both hands, I gently pull Hairy Chest off my dick. “Get him hard.” Hairy Chest can’t believe his luck. He now has two dicks for his mouth. He sucks the newcomer to full hardness—and is then directed to go back to my cock. Back and forth. First me, then Daddy. Over and over. “Try both of us together in your mouth,” I suggest, standing up. “Just the heads,” He does it. Our drooling dicks are head to head as his busy tongue caresses both of us. “Time to fuck.” I help Hairy Chest to his feet. “I want you in the sling.” All three of us move there. I help him in. I begin rimming his hairy ass as Daddy bends and tongues the man’s nipples. I lube my cock up. “Would you bring the bag that’s on my clothes?” Hairy Chest asks Daddy, who goes to find it. He brings back a zippered toilet kit. Hairy Chest digs through it and hands me a Magnum. “I bought this for you.” I inwardly sigh, but take it and roll it on. After all the bareback sex this weekend, it feels distinctly odd to have tight latex on my cock. But I do it. And slip into his ass. The moment my cock enters him, Hairy Chest is rock hard. He strokes himself as Daddy continues to work his nipples. I fuck. Hard. I can sense this guy has no staying power—he is about to explode. One more deep thrust, and he does, all over that hairy chest. I pull out and dispose of the condom. I swipe my hand over his load and coat my dick with it. Daddy helps him out and jumps in the sling. Hairy Chest does that ‘embarrassed, now that I’ve cum’ thing and scurries away. “I saw what you did with his load. Fuck it into me,” groans Daddy. I kneel, keeping my hands off my cummy cock and lick his butt. He flowers open easily. I am guessing he got more dick than mine last night, but I’m too busy eating him out to ask. “Fuck me!” I stand up and slide in, the safe-sexer’s load making it a wonderfully slippery entry. I fuck. He pulls out his poppers and takes a massive hit. I plow him for a long time, really changing up my speed and angle. He never touches his cock—it is all about his ass. Finally, I slow down. “Can I ask you a question?” he says, when his head’s clear. “Sure.” “You can say no if you aren’t into it, but I really want to eat your ass. I love top ass on my tongue.” “Sure. That would be a great.” We change places. His mouth and tongue are great. He even gives me his poppers to enhance the moment. Eventually, I volunteer to fuck again. He will not let me up. He is enjoying himself too much. He leaves my hairy ass crack slippery with his spit. Of course, we reverse, eventually. “I want your load in me. I saw you breed Seamus last night, lucky fucker.” This makes me fuck him harder. “You want it? You’ll get it.” I am so hard right now. After all that sex, my cock is still demanding one more release. And I am there. My body spasms and I grab the chains to not fall on him… When I recover, I ask if he wants to get off. “I just want to lie here and finger your load in me…” I leave him to it… * I did find Dane that evening. He begged off from sex. He had ended up filming a scene with Ray in the afternoon—and his hole had taken a real beating. Instead, we met at the trailer of the man with the long beard (and very white ass) for drinks around the campfire… The original post is here, the last of this weekend: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Last Hurrah (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 7, 2023

A great weekend. One more fuck scene to go. I will post tonight.

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) The porn guys are in the tent. And suddenly there is sex happening everywhere. The regular guys are beginning to lose their inhibitions. Some still only watch—but many, many more are now playing in the slings, at the table or just on their knees. While I am helping the guy with the long beard and the very white ass out of the sling, I notice a young, well built Black guy. He is mid 30’s and shirtless, but wearing shorts. He watches me get another man in the sling—someone rather large, so it takes a moment to get him settled comfortably. I rim and fuck—and the younger guy is wide eyed, watching every move I make. When the guy in the sling calls for a breather, I help him out. He gives me a huge bear hug and moves off to watch Jordi plow ass. I turn to the newcomer. “Do you want to get in?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I could.” I shrug and he turns and moves off to where Seamus is surrounded by men watching him fuck. I fuck another bearish man, who is more than happy to show off to the assembled crowd. And guess who’s back and watching… The bear thanks me and takes off. I turn once more to the shy one. He swallows hard and pushes his shorts down around his ankles. He is in a jock that contrasts beautifully with his deep skin tone. I get him into the sling. His ass is wonderfully round and plump. I spread his cheeks and begin to rim. He gasps, unprepared for how good it feels. I have to make myself stop rimming and fuck—I could stay down there for easily twice as long. He has his eyes tightly closed, blocking out the crowd. My dick pushes against his wet hole. Here he is a total natural, his ass flowers open and takes me to the hilt in one easy move. I fuck him for a very long time. Bearded Hairy Cub comes back to work the man’s nipples as I continue to plow. Finally, he asks for a break. As I get him up, he says “I really loved your tongue. I don’t get that very often.” “You have a great ass to lick—maybe you should get on the rimseat.” I gesture to the set up next to me. But that is too much. He grabs his shorts and quickly disappears into the crowd. “I’d love to be on the chair,” BHC says. “Sure.” As we move to it, the man I started with, who had a load up his butt, comes back. “Can I join?” I tell them I want one on my dick and one on my face. And to switch if they feel like it. The once loaded guy sits on my dick the moment I lie down. He is already riding me enthusiastically as BHC sits down on the seat. He gasps as my tongue goes so deep into him. I can hear him jerking his sizeable dick. I lick and spit and drill into the hairy ass above me. Suddenly, they both stand up. The short man sits on my face, his ass dripping. BHC takes my dick for the first time. “Fuck!” he groans. “That’s a lot of cock…” But he takes it. He is soon riding me as energetically as the other man. I think that the guy on my face has gotten another load since he was last with me. Something sweet and salty is certainly seeping out of him and down my throat. I poke my tongue repeatedly into his puffy ass lips, hoping for more. We break. I fuck BCH for the first time in the sling. I love watching his face as he takes me—going from apprehensive to full out bliss. In the next two hours, he comes back for more regularly… * The way my sling is situated, I can watch the entire room. I have seen Eden fuck a number of men on the picnic table. He’s back there now. A hot Latin looking man puts Eden on his back and fucks him. I have just gotten a bear out of my sling—and I want the contrast of going from big and hirsute to that small, slim man. I go over, as he is putting his leather cap back on. “Would you like to try out my sling?” He would. He jumps up into it. Ankles in stirrups and I am on my knees, feasting on his freshly fucked hole. I hear him groan. He has a hole that keeps me there for a long time. I actually stop lubing myself up and don’t touch my dick as I continue to eat him out. But suddenly that switch goes off in my head. I need to fuck. I need to sink my cock into his ass. I stand. My engorged dick lies on his cock and balls—it looks massive on his slight, slender body. I push in, slowly. Eden flowers open. I sink into him. Pause. And fuck. Slow and rhythmic. He is now pushing himself onto me, to meet each stroke. He moans and babbles a little, lost in lust. It’s a wonderful fuck…but I also know he needs to get back to the others in the crowd. I slow down, pull out and bend to clean up his hole of all his leaking ass jizz with my tongue… * A good-looking man, maybe 20 years younger than I, has been my main meal companion. In conversation, he let me know he has never been in a sling. I had told him every gay man owed it to himself to try it out at least once—on either or both sides of it. And here he is, watching me fuck a big bear. I finish up, help the bear out and turn to my meal companion. “Ready?” He is. He gets in, with more ease than I expect. He likes the roominess of my wider leather sling. He likes the support. How supported his legs feel. He really likes the feeling of my tongue in his spread ass. Soon enough my cock is inching its way into him. His face becomes a mask of pleasure with his eyes open, but I don’t think he is seeing me. He is lost in the heat of cock and ass. I fuck him a little harder—and then slow down to a steady, long dicking. He comes back to reality and grins…totally won over… * I have a momentary lull. I go find Seamus. He is on his knees sucking two great dicks belonging to two full dressed men. I wait and watch. When the guys move on, I ask if he wants a fuck. He does. I have wanted this man back in my sling from the moment we met in the Professor’s bedroom a few years ago. And here he is, deftly getting his own ankles into the stirrups with no help from me. I kneel and feast on his well-used butt. He has been shooting content all day and is now fucking and getting fucked here. I wish I had his energy, I think, as I tongue his now slightly puffy ass lips. He strokes his big cock as I lick and spit into him. I stand and sink into him. I can’t stop smiling as we fuck. He jerks his big dick, but never forgets to milk my cock. I know this is where I want to drop my load. But not yet. There is too much more to do. I slowly stop and tell him to find me later if he wants to sit on the rimseat. I know he’s in demand. He goes off to man the sling across from me… * I have a second or even third time with many of the men I’ve already fucked. The man with the long beard and pale ass from the amateur shoot arrives back, now in full leather and carrying a glass of wine. His ass is just as responsive now as then—and creamier… * It’s getting late. The crowd is dwindling. As I’m helping a man out of the sling, Seamus is at my shoulder. “Hungry?” he asks. I am. We go to the rimseat. His hole is wide open and soon dripping with my spit and his ass jizz. I think I hear him happily sucking someone’s cock as I eat out this hole that has had such a workout this weekend. Suddenly he stands up. He moves to ride me. Not for long. Just few more strokes on my cock, and then he’s back on my face, knowing just what gets me off… * Ray announces that time is dwindling he has drawn the name of the man who will get a bukkake from the porn guys. Well, the guy is no longer here. He draws again. And once more. We have a winner—the short, hairy guy who was my first fuck. They get him into a sling of Ray’s and lower the back, so his head is waist high. The four of them surround his head and stroke and stroke. It’s not going to happen. It’s a lot to ask to make men shoot on cue who have been fucking for 2.5 hours straight. Ray decides all four will fuck him. Jordi, Ray, Eden, Seamus plow him hard. And repeat. Hard and fast. The recipient is loving this. I am roped in as his final fuck. We send him home very happy. But I still need to get off. I grab Seamus. “Want a load?” “Of course.” I get him in my sling. I lick his hole briefly. I taste the hole we both just fucked on his cock before I slide into Seamus. I fuck. For a moment I wonder if I can get off after all this myself, but then, suddenly I am there. The highlights of the night flash by me. I grab the top of the sling frame. I begin to spurt. The roar of my orgasm fills the tent… * I fucked for just over three hours. I realized my small bottle of lube, always in the waistband of my jock, was entirely empty. Now there’s a sign of a Great Night… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: The Party Continues (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 3, 2023 If you need pictures of the pornsters who were there, that is this post: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Picture Bonus (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 5, 2023

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Saturday dawned bright and clear. Which was good, as it was a busy day. The pool was packed with day trippers here for the main event that night. The group of young content creators began filming up by the main party tent—on and around the heavy construction equipment used in the camp renovations. I kept tabs on their fucking as I made various trips to the tent with various pieces of my sling and rimseat. Ray had agreed with me—you can never have too many slings at a sex party. In the late afternoon, up in the dance club space, Ray held a demo about the right way to fuck. I felt fairly confident I knew something about that…but there are always tips to pick up, right? And likely some good eye candy. I expected Eden or Seamus to be the lucky bottom, but I was wrong. Ray had picked a young volunteer from the crowd at the pool. He was likely just 30, tall, and with an innocent looking face. Ray used a sling and talked a good deal about all the things I now find second nature: how to support the bottom as he gets into the sling, opening him slowly with tongue and/or fingers, a slow first penetration, using a variety of speeds and different angles on your thrusts during the fuck and direct eye contact. And then he did it all. Ray is super thick and the young guy was not ready for just how thick he was for about the first 30 seconds. But Ray did just what he’d talked about and slowly filled him up him—giving the guy a wonderful ride in front of about 50 men. At dinner, I volunteered to help set up the party tent with Ray. I had assembled my equipment after the demo, but I knew he had very particular ideas where things should be placed. He had asked the camp folk to hang some plastic dividers, to create some more private areas inside. Nothing was enclosed, but there was now a back nook in which to play not in full view. The picnic table went there. We ended up with six slings as Jordi Massive volunteered his as well. We put me in the corner opposite the back nook, with my sling at a diagonal so I could watch all the other action. The rimseat was to my left with its foam mat for comfort. I went to shower and change. It had been a hot day. The vacant room next to mine, now had someone in it. His door was open as I returned from the shower. He was naked, too, and lying on his bed. He got up as he saw me pass. He was mid 30’s and tall with a bushy beard and very hairy. Everywhere. A true cub. He was horned about play at the event. As I dressed, his cock kept plumping more and more. I knew he wanted to do something right now…but I really wanted to get to the start of the party on time. I told him to look for me there. I simply wore my now well used jock, getting grungier by the minute for my Canadian friend. And then boots and my wrist band. No chaps with the heat. I covered it all with my flight suit to walk up to the tent. I got there right at 8pm, the start time. I slipped off the flight suit and started in. I nodded to Ray’s assistant. He gave me a dirty grin and told me to have fun… There is a crowd outside the tent, but there are only a few of us inside. The porn guys are up at the lodge, due here, anytime. I hang out at my sling. Guys mingle, but seem shy. A short man, likely in his 50’s, with a knowing smile, approaches me. I have seen him around the pool. He is one of the few who has lost his clothes and is in just a jock. “Could I go for a ride in your sling?” “Absolutely.” The sound of the chains rattling acts as a signal to the other men in the tent, who clump around us to watch. I kneel and rim him—he groans. “I love your tongue,” he croons as he does some poppers. I work his hole open. His moans make the men around us start to jerk. I stand up and slap his jock pouch with my drooling dick. “Give it to him,” says someone in the crowd. “Fuck him good.” I slip into his wet hole. He takes me easily. I have one hand on the top bars of the sling frame and the other runs over his very furry chest, playing with his nipples. “Damn...” he moans and does another hit. “You fill a guy up.” I am starting with my usual long strokes—all the way in and almost all the way out. A guy to my side kneels to watch my cock split this guy in two. When he stands up, I realize it is the bearded hairy cub from back at the Annex. He gives me an appreciative nod while stroking his sizeable dick. I build into a blistering fuck of the hairy man in front of me. He groans and his cock slowly erects—peeking out of the side of his jock pouch. His hole is wonderfully silky. Finally, I pull out. A big load of cum, that was deep in his ass, comes with it. It splats on the floor and it make me dive back into his hole with my tongue, probing for more. “Clean my hole up,” the guy groans out. I do. And then I bring my dick up to his mouth for a cleaning by him. Bearded Hairy Cub looks like he wants to fuck. “Do you want his dick in you?” I ask, gesturing to my new friend. “I want anyone who wants me…” BHC steps up and the guy in the sling is treated to another fuck. At first, I keep my dick in the guy’s mouth, but it’s not a good angle for any of us. I go to the side and stroke to BHC’s fuck. When he pulls out, I clean his dick. He loves this, calling me a dirty [banned word]. He pulls me up and we kiss. And then he whispers, “I will be in that sling before the end of the night…” * I am the only full time top here right now. The porn guys are late. I rotate for any willing man to hop into the sling. I do a younger guy, then a man older than me. I turn to the next man in the ‘line’ that has formed to get fucked by me. It is the young man Ray fucked at the demo. “I liked what you said about rimming,” he tells me. (I had offered the observation that I didn’t like fingers much for opening a guy and so I used my tongue longer than many men.) “How it connects you to the guy.” “Let me show you,” I tell him as I get him comfortable in the stirrups. I kneel and pull his full ass cheeks apart even more. His ass lips are slightly puffy, making it even more attractive to me. I dive in. The thought that Ray’s cock has been here recently, make my cock harden even more. He is moaning and my new aide, BHC, is working on his nipples with his mouth. I stand to fuck, leaving his ass dripping with my saliva. I glide in easily—though the young man’s eyes widen as I bottom out. “Fuck, it’s my day for big dick,” he groans. I grin and begin to fuck. Again, BHC goes to his knees to watch me slip into him. Slowly at first, and ever increasing in tempo. Demo Guy is naked. His dick hardens a little more with each stroke. I am obviously hitting the right spots for him. He grabs his cock and begins jerking it. BHC stands up. He goes back to working the nipples. I continue to fuck. Harder now. Demo Guy stops stroking his hard cock. It bounces with each stroke I make. “Aw, fuck…” he groans. And, without touching himself, he begins to shoot. I am literally fucking the cum out of him. He spurts with each thrust of my cock. I lean down and lick up his load. The tall guy with the long beard and the hot, very white ass from the amateur porn shoot, is watching. “Put that cum in my ass!” I wipe up some more of it and smear it on my cock. I drool some from my mouth onto my dick, as well. I do this as Demo Guy is helped out of the sling by BHC and the tall guy gets in. I eat the new ass briefly and stand up. “His cum is on my cock,” I tell the tall guy. I slide into his hole. He groans. Loudly. I can pick up the pace much faster with him. He’s open and wet—and now slippery with another man’s load. “Fuck me hard.” I do. Harder and harder. Tall Guy howls out his pleasure. And it is at that moment the four porn guys enter the tent…and the party really begins… (Part two tomorrow!) The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: Ray's Demo--and the Main Event (Part One) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 2, 2023

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Friday was bright and cloudless. I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy. Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal. It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second. Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything. I went home and made notes about the day before—and wrote up a blog post. By noon the guys were doing shoots at the pool again. This time other content creators joined them. The afternoon saw our first panel discussion on content creation. Two men who did it (including Seamus) and two consumers of the product. It was intriguing, but it didn’t change my thoughts: that even as sexually driven as I am, I could never issue content often enough to run a channel. And all that damn editing… Ray’s assistant found me afterwards. He had a sign-up sheet for volunteers to do a group shoot. Well, of course I would be happy to do that. It was scheduled for 6pm—but changed it to 5pm to not conflict with the dinner at the lodge. I went down to the pool area early. I knew we’d have consent forms to fill out—and I remembered to take my ID. It took a while to get everyone to fill everything out and then a picture of us holding our ID next to our face. It looked like about a dozen of us were there. Ray was in charge and Seamus was participating. Jordi was manning a camera as was the husband of another content creator. There were at least two men who were content creators in the shoot. MasonxXxDixon plays the angle of a good ol’ country boy getting into trouble and is that redneck you’ve always wanted to fuck. Also in the mix was a beefy man with a shaved head who performs under the name Dane Hardon. The remaining 7 or 8 of us were just horn dogs who like to show off. Ray asked who were total tops. Two of us raised our hands. Total bottoms—there were two of those, too. Everyone else was versatile. We trooped up to a big white tent—the kind I think of being used for wedding receptions. There were two slings—and a picnic table. We stripped…I was down to my jock and boots… “Let me eat your ass.” I touch Seamus’ arm. He bends, holding on to edge of the picnic table. I pull apart his very white ass cheeks. Cock sucking is going on all around us as my tongue finds his hole. He groans as I lick and spit. I am hard. I really want to be back inside him. I stand up. My cock slaps his cheek. The camera is right there as I slide into him. Seamus murmurs something. I hold a second, then begin my first fuck. I know I can’t keep him long. Looking around the table, now rimmed with men, ass in the air, I know Seamus needs to be topping with that big dick of his—not just bottoming for me. I fuck—hard and fast—and pull out with a friendly slap to his ass. My cock is instantly cleaned by one of the campers—a tall man in his 50’s with a long beard. He grins up at me and turns around, presenting his ass to me, an ass with a great tan line, leaving it very white. I kneel and eat him out. He groans and begins begging for my dick. The table is the central location. No one is in the slings—at least yet. The table has men on all sides of it, getting fucked. My man reaches over to the man next to him who is getting plowed by Ray. He kisses him—just as my cock enters his hole. I love watching them make out as the two thickest cocks in the tent plow them. Long Beard is a great bottom—he is milking my cock the moment I am in him. Ray gives me a sign—and we switch bottoms. I slide into my third man in the first ten minutes. His hole is hot—but he doesn’t have the skills of either Seamus or Long Beard. I fuck him hard, aware that the camera is once again right next to me… * The tops circle the table. We fuck for a bit and we change to another man. I have to wait a moment to get into Dane. Everyone who fucks him, seems to want to stay right there. Finally, his ass is free. I sink to my knees and stick my face between his voluptuous butt cheeks. He is super wet—a great natural luber. I lick and spit and he gives out the sexiest groans as I do it. I enter him slower. He pants at the thickness, but takes me easily. I bottom out. His ass incredibly hot—literally. And wet. Is he loaded? I fuck happily in his hole, knowing that everyone who’s topping has been up him. I like the idea that I’m pushing their precum deeper… * I have been in everyone who is bottoming. Ray has been so busy topping everyone, so I haven’t been there. Or the total top. Or in Mason. Mason has topped some, but has mostly presented his redneck ass for use. And Ray is there right now. Mason is honestly having a tough time taking his girth. And suddenly he relaxes—and Ray is all the way in, grinding his pubes into that upturned ass. A number of us slowed our own fucks to watch the moment. The cameras have caught it all—the resistance and the victory of cock over tight hole. I go back to fucking full force. I am back up Long Beard. And he is really working for my load. This shoot was only supposed to be 20 minutes—and we have easily doubled it. But that’s still a short time to get me to cum. I look around—I don’t think anyone has shot. Ray pull’s out of Mason. He calls the end of the shoot. Long Beard cleans my cock—and after slipping back into my shorts and shirt, we go up to dinner together… * I was hoping to get off that night—as I’d found the campground playroom. But absolutely everyone was so busy playing bingo (hosted by drag queens to fight the new laws in Tennessee) that no one got my load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 30, 2023 With the many posts about this weekend, I will try to post one every 24 hours.

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Somewhere in the middle of IML, I made the decision to go to my second Fornication Weekend. Last year, in Georgia, I had had a blast fucking with like-minded men and pornstars; indulging in a long weekend of sex and fellowship. (If you need a reminder of my time there, hit the Fornication button in the label cloud.) Pornster Ray Dalton’s brain child comes in two forms. The Fornication Party is held in a number of mostly southern and western states and is a four-hour sex party with a group of porn workers who play with the crowd. I had been to their Chicago offering last IML—and that had convinced me to go to the weekend. Fornication Weekend has the big sex party, but, over the other days, there are smaller gatherings and seminars. Last year the focus was on men’s health and wellness. This year it was all about helping content creators. Now, I am not a porn content creator—at least not a video one. But I did like the idea of being around to lend, um, a helping hand (or other body parts) if content was being created. The location had shifted to Timberfell Lodge, a great gay campground I had visited years and years before. I got online and found I could still get a room—my tent and sleeping bag could stay in the basement! I booked the weekend. I split the drive into two days. It was suggested to arrive on Wednesday. There was nothing specific happening that day, but I liked the idea of arriving early to scope out the venue and relax from the drive down. I got an early start on Tuesday and stopped once I crossed the border into Kentucky. The next day I wound through the mountains and eventually got to Timberfell. It was raining. I finally found the office and got the key to my room in the Annex. (The true lodge was saved for content creators.) Now it was pouring down torrents of rain. I stayed in my car until it finally let up enough for me to unpack. Intermittent showers kept me in the room most of the day—and the place seemed fairly deserted. I read and wrote. Thursday morning breakfast was brought to me. Once I finished my eggs and biscuits, I went out to explore the area in the welcome sunshine. There were trailer sites that were owned by the longtime residents, cottages for rent, another building of rented rooms like mine and spaces for tent camping. The pool was down by the office. A bar and dance floor was in another building, up the hill from where I was staying. There was also a playroom there under the bar (with sling, fuck bench, porn and glory holes) that I didn’t find until Friday. The main lodge was a hike up the hill on the other side of the pool and I did not go up it until our meals started to be served there the next day. By the afternoon I was at the pool. And the porn guys were busy filming, this time just for our entertainment. POSTER The porn guys starting at the top and going clockwise: Jay Lucas, flexing his muscles, was not present. (Seamus replaced him.) Jordi Massive is the man with his arms crossed. Next around is Ray Dalton, our host. Eden Daniels was new to me—but fun, as you will see. And finally, Seamus O’Reilly, a ginger and a sexual dynamo. (Longtime readers will remember an encounter I had with Seamus when the Professor invited both of us to his house.) I decided to sit to the side of the action, in the shade of a large umbrella, to watch the guys play. Ray was not there yet, but Jordi and Seamus took turns fucking Eden in the sling. Then Seamus took a turn bottoming for Jordi. Ray arrived and fucked Seamus—as did Eden, now hard and suddenly versatile. Lawn chairs were called into service so the tops could be ridden. All was filmed by Ray’s assistant. Mostly from the side, to ensure the spectators were not in the shot. It will likely appear on Jordi’s and/or Ray’s Twitter and porn sites. I found it mildly arousing. But I was the more jaded of the men there—I’ve been around it so much more. The group of sunbathers across the pool, absolutely loved it and had never seen anything like it at the campground before. I was hoping to connect with another camper for my evening’s entertainment, and while I chatted to a number of them, everyone seemed to disappear as the sun set. Instead of sex, I had my dinner, roamed around the now dead campground a bit, and went back to read my book. The sex would have to wait for Friday—and the next installment. Here is the original post with links to the event: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend--The Set-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 28, 2023 There is also a link on the original post to the first time I fucked pornster Seamus O;Reilly.

I have a big dick, so after the first few times fucking, I learned quickly how to get a man ready for it. I don't understand why more men don't rim.

After reading this, I opened the site. I was able to sign into my existing account. I had one message. It was recent. I answered it. And got a reply. I have no clue about new accounts.

Pull out and rim him until he is begging for it.

Near Home—June, 2023 It was Sunday. I was expecting a regular. He let me know he was having nasty clean out issues and felt he should cancel. I thanked him for being honest—but was still horned from the things I had hoped to do to / with him. I knew it would not be as much fun, but I went to the local bookstore to see what trouble I could get into… The moment I walk into the straight video theatre all eyes are on me. There are half a dozen men here—and they seem restless. Which I hope will translate to them being horny. I sit along the side wall and open my fly. I don’t even have my cock hard before a man my age, in a ball cap and shorts, is on his knees giving me really good head. He soon comes up for air. I pull his face into my balls to have him lick them while I lazily jerk my cock. He moans as he tastes my slightly sweaty sack. There is a man standing behind me. He is jerking. I can hear the ‘squish’ of his hand sliding over his wet cock. He moves into my range of vison as I begin to jerk. I assume he wants his cock sucked. I turn and offer, with a slight nod of my head. He takes a giant step backward. He obviously just wants to watch. The man between my legs finally come up from my balls, knock my hand away from my dick and swallows me down again. This is too much for the voyeur. He wastes a huge load of cum all over the floor. The man on my cock finally senses I will not be giving him a load anytime soon. He stands up, thanks me, and goes out the door. A major shift of all the men here happens. Half the room leaves. I move to the cocksucker’s chair—as I always feel too close to the screen on the side. The few men who are left in the room are quite content to simply watch the porn. I lazily jerk my dick—the porn is quite good, with an Italian looking top who is very Dom and makes the young women he is fucking gape. The door opens. A very young man enters. He must be college age—as I know the desk clerks check ID—but he doesn’t look it. He leans against the wall a foot away from where I am sitting. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, but when they do, he looks over at me and gasps. Literally, the sound of his intake of breath fills the room. He eyes widen at the sight of my dick. Then he smiles and unzips. I watch him dig into his fly, get past some restrictive underwear, before he pulls out a cock that is almost a mirror image of mine. It is the same length and girth, the same whiteness of shaft, just it’s cockhead is different. Instead of my big flared head, his tapers down to a much smaller point. We grin at each other. He strokes along with me. Finally, he leans down and whispers, “Would you mind sucking me?” I just turn and pull him into my mouth. I really have to oval big not to scrape him with my pronounced canines. He sighs and seems to love that I spend a lot of time on his piss slit, which is dripping precum constantly. I also do his balls, stroking his thick shaft lightly while I lick them. I go back to deep throating him. I can hear his breathing change. Am I really going to get this young stud’s load? Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and grabs at his nuts. He leans over again and says, “I promised this load to a guy in the arcade with the hottest ass.” He begins to cram it all back into his pants. I grin and watch him go out the door… * I relax, staying put in the back row. A regular, a ginger-ish guy in his 40’s who had to have played college football (and is still in good shape) gives me some head. Beefy Linebacker jerks himself relentlessly as he does it. When his legs tire, I offer to return the favor. “I don’t want to blow my load.” BL goes over to the gay cinema instead. I watch the video. A man who is a stranger to me comes in. He stands against the wall—his eyes on my cock and not the movie. He wrestles with himself a long time before he leans over and hefts my cock (timed to when I stop stroking and take a nonchalant hit from my water bottle.) He goes to the floor. He is the least experienced of the cocksuckers tonight, but I like watching his Bermuda shorts tent more and more the longer he sucks me. He finally takes a breather—and I never see him again. The door opens one more time. It is the Bearded Black Top who loves to get blown by young guys. And who does he have with him, but the young man with the similar dick. BBT stands near me, leaning against the back wall. He indicates the young man should get on his knees and service him. The young man throws a slightly worried glance at me, but does what is expected of him. He pulls down the basketball shorts BBT is wearing and takes the semi hard cock into his mouth. The top sighs and ruffles the kid’s hair. I watch BBT harden up and the young man keeps sucking, throwing an occasional glance at me. Does he really think sucking dick lowers his top credentials? “Suck my friend.” He pulls the young man off his cock, and gently pushes him in my direction. The young man crawls between my legs. I am bigger in both length and girth than the cock he just had in his mouth. He has to really work not to nick me. And he seems unhappy at our role reversal. In a few more moments, he stands up and bolts out the door. Bearded Black Top goes after him. I stroke. Beefy Linebacker returns and asks to sit next to me. We both stroke together, sort of seeing who will be the first to suck the other. Bearded Black Top bursts back into the room. “Here’s some ass for you to fuck,” he crows. He leads in a burly younger man with dark hair. He is easily 6 feet tall, and carries some extra weight. Beefy Linebacker is agog. BBT leads the young man to the chair I started in along the side wall. He tells him to lose his clothes. He is soon standing naked among four of us. BBT bends him over the back of the chair and stick his dick in the bottom’s mouth. No one seems to want to go first, so I get up and move to the pair. I kneel and rim the bottom’s ass. “Get your dick in him,” BBT commands. “You want it bare?” I ask. “Fuck him raw, just don’t cum in him,” BBT says before the guy can answer. “Is that what you want?” The bottom nods his head, while still sucking the rock hard dick in his mouth. I stand up, lube myself and slide in. The kid grunts around the dick in his mouth. “Fuck him with that big white cock,” BBT orders. I fuck until the guy, pulls off the cock in his mouth and asks to go to his knees. I pull out and let him get situated so he now supported by his arms on the chair’s seat. Beefy Linebacker has stripped to just socks while I fucked. He jumps in. His cock is girthy, if not long. The bottom groans more loudly now, with no dick in his mouth. BBT, another older onlooker and I all stroke to the fuck happening at our feet. “I want to breed you,” BL groans. “Let me cum in you.” “No way,” grunts BBT. The young bottom nods his head. Beefy Linebacker pulls out and shoots a massive load all over the guy’s ass. He howls out his orgasm as he does it. The older guy steps up to the bent over bottom. I assume it’s to make the kid suck his cock, but I’m too busy kneeling and inserting in the now very wet hole (even if it’s not cummy.) I begin to plow. I look up and the older guy covers the bottom’s face with his load. It looks super-hot, dripping off him, but it is not in Bearded Black Top’s playbook. He calls a halt to the proceedings. He and the bottom move to a corner to clean up a little. I check my cock and there is another issue anyways…I whisper it to BBT as I head out the door to the bathroom… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Here's Some Ass For You!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 26, 2023

He is a great bottom--(that is not me in the picture...I don't like anything but a tongue in my ass....)